Resonance, page 10
I grinned. I didn’t even give a shit that he’d called me kid because in the moment, the gruff tone and the way he’d said it was a turn-on. “Is that supposed to be some kind of warning? Insider scoop: I don’t always like it nice. I can handle more than the average person assumes.” I glanced down. “Not that you’re average. At all.” I forced my mouth closed.
Dan made a guttural noise in the back of his throat as he clutched my thighs, tugging my towel until it came fully open. His hands roamed over me, then tightened on my ass, guiding and rocking my hips against his erection. His gaze locked with mine like he was waiting to see if I’d stop him.
I slid a hand down between us, took us both in my grip as he slanted his mouth to mine again. Lips, tongue, teeth. Messy and wet. His stubble sandpapered over my damp jaw and lips, making them tender and swollen in seconds, but I didn’t want to stop. I whimpered as he shifted on the bench and curled his arms under my shoulders, driving me forward on his thighs, shaft rubbing against mine and sending me racing toward the edge.
With force, I planted a palm against his chest and shoved him backward, leaving us both panting as I scrambled down onto the floor between his knees to get what I’d wanted the night before.
This time, he didn’t resist. Dan watched me with a hooded, hungry gaze, stretching his arms along the edge of the bench behind him again as I ran my hands up and down his legs.
I dragged my fingers through the dark hair smattering his muscular quads and pressed wet kisses and licks to his inner thigh until I reached the base of his cock. When I took him in my mouth, there was the tiniest, tiniest jolt of his hips. I pulled back. “Like this?” His cock was smooth and so swollen and tight, salty precum blossoming on my tongue.
Instead of answering my question, he asked one of his own. “Can you take it?”
I grinned and pressed a kiss to his tip. “We’ll see. Can you?”
“I—”
I didn’t let him get the rest out before I sucked him into my mouth, distantly aware of the perspiration raining from my temples and sliding down my back. I flicked my tongue against his head, licked up his shaft, and paused for a gauging look up at him. His teeth were clenched as tight as the fingers he’d curled around my shoulders, but he nodded at me and said, “Harder.”
“You can…” I reached for his hand and put it on the crown of my head. “Show me what you like.” I didn’t mean to whisper that. I’d definitely been hoping for more authority there, but it was just the way he was sprawled on the bench like some handsome king of the plains while I kneeled before him. It was overwhelming and entrancing at the same time, and my words had some kind of effect on him, because he let out an almost plaintive groan before weaving his fingers through the ends of my hair and guiding me back down on his cock.
I loved the power of his control, how I could feel the tension in his fingers as he urged me to take him deeper and then the release as he tugged me back up. The soft grunts and exhales, an occasional curse that let me know I was doing him right. I wasn’t about to kid myself that this was anything but pure lust and lucky timing coming to some rare mutual agreement, but I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
Dan’s hand drifted down to the nape of my neck and held tight through another wave of curses, and then abruptly, the pressure of his fingers tightened and he pulled me off, his breath coming in harsh rasps as he panted. Leaning around me, he stretched to shove the door to the sauna open.
Cool air rushed in and left a field of goose bumps rising over my shoulders as he eased back onto the bench.
“God knows I don’t need to have a heat stroke in here and you…” He seemed to change his mind about finishing that sentence midway through. “Up.”
I hopped to my feet, and Dan shoved the towel caught on his knee aside, then pulled me between his legs, sliding his hands up and down the slickness of my hamstrings to cup my ass and draw me closer. He kissed my hip bone and then dragged his lips across my skin until my cock gave a happy thump when it bumped against his cheek.
I watched him intently, waiting to see and then, yes, that sexy-as-hell mouth opened and he stared up at me as he traced his tongue along my shaft and head while I barely managed to suppress a shudder because holy mother of god, this kind of thing just didn’t happen for me. Ever. “Oh shit, Dan.” It felt so fucking good to say his name like that, half moan and half rapture the way it lived in my head when I’d fantasized about him before. I let out a quiet groan of pleasure, balling my hands into fists at my side so I wouldn’t yank him by the hair onto my dick. I wasn’t so sure how he’d feel about that.
“What do you like?” He ran his thumb in a meandering path just below my belly button, each twist and turn somehow shorting out my ability to take in a full breath.
“This. Everything. Anything. Please don’t ask because I won’t be able to stop talking. Please just—ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
His mouth closed around me and my words disintegrated in the wet heat. Pleasure left track marks of shivers as it moved in a wave through my groin. When I swayed, Dan tightened his hands on me, then dropped one lower, following my curves down to explore. I sighed as he wet his fingers and stroked my hole, massaging it until I was all but spearing myself on his fingertips.
Shutting my eyes, I let my head fall back and dissolved into the sensation of him all over my body. His hands, his mouth, the ends of his wet hair feathering across my bare skin. By the time I managed to open my eyes again, he’d released my cock and pulled me back onto his lap. I ground against him shamelessly while he fingered me and stroked us both with his other hand.
“You’re something else,” he groaned, forehead against my cheek. I loved how sexy that made me feel. Sexy was not in the lexicon of words I typically applied to myself. Goofy, clumsy, yet mostly confidently so—if one could be confident about their imperfections. But sexy… mmm, I liked how that felt.
The open door kept cool air rushing over my back, while my front was a furnace of Dan’s hands and fervent kisses working me into an erotic frenzy. The disparate sensations made me wild and wriggly under his touch.
He scraped his thumb over my tip, just enough to make me jolt, then soothed the light sting with a caress that sent my eyes rolling back. I rode the fingers in my ass, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he seized my mouth as our cocks nudged and rubbed against each other, hard and hot and achy.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” I started, teetering and spinning around the edge of my orgasm. “Harder,” I whispered, and Dan pulled his fingers from me, guiding my ass up until he could lap the underside of my cock as I braced myself shakily on the bench behind him and pumped into the hand he wrapped around me.
A warning shudder ran through me and took root as he slid his fingers deep inside me once more and mercilessly stroked my prostate. Guiding me back and forth from within, he sucked on my balls and jacked me until I moaned in desperation.
The second he took me deep into the back of his throat, I came in an explosion of white behind my eyes. Dan milked me dry with his lips and hand, a moan vibrating against the head of my cock as it pulsed through my release until I started to go soft.
Limbs like jelly, I slid down his body. Dan slicked my hair from my forehead and kissed me deeply, my release still coating the lips and tongue that met mine. Hot, dirty, and so fucking sexy to taste myself on him. I came out of the post-orgasmic fog I’d slipped into and tugged the hairs on his chest, then sucked and licked the side of his neck until he groaned. “Let me finish you, too,” I begged. I didn’t care how. I would’ve put my ass in the air right then if he’d told me to.
Heat flared in Dan’s eyes as he gave his dick a few rough strokes, then nodded once. “On your knees.” His voice was gruff and hot with need, and he scooted to the edge of the bench as I sank down. His cock was swollen and livid, with a thick, glossy head that turned me inside out when I stuck the tip of my tongue out and licked over it.
“Gonna take it the way I give it to you?”
“Any way you want it.” I nodded, dazed and turned on by this dance between us that echoed our two-step back in the motel room. I stared up at him as he gripped the root of his cock and painted the head over my lips until I opened them and stuck out my tongue so he could rub it there, too. He threw one arm over the back of the bench, releasing his cock in favor of sinking his hand into the roots of my hair and arching into my mouth.
“Goddamn,” he grated out, accent thicker with lust.
My mouth went numb with the punishing thrusts, and my gaze was greedy, absorbing every flex of his hips that sent him closer to the edge. His thighs tensed and released, the ridges of his stomach hard and defined as he punched into me. His cock glided over my tongue, stuffed the back of my throat, and filled me full to choking. When I could tell he was about to lose it, I pushed his hips down onto the bench, gripped him tight, then closed my lips around his tip and jerked him hard and fast into my mouth until he was gasping.
His fingers found the back of my neck and closed around my nape as he let out a harsh rasp of air and came apart in hot, thick spurts.
“You taste so fucking good.” I moaned and licked him clean, then sucked my fingers afterward, swallowing every trace of him while his hungry gaze dimmed to sated and drowsy as it roamed me.
My knees hurt, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was that if this was what blowjobs were like with Dan, fucking was probably a phenomenal adventure.
He caught my arm to steady me as I rose, then shocked me by leaning forward and rubbing gently at the divots the planking had made on my knees before tugging me down beside him. “Okay?”
“What?” I didn’t understand the question at first. “Oh! Yeah.”
“Shoulda put a towel down on the ground or something.”
“I forgot the floor existed, promise.”
Dan pulled my head onto his chest and leaned back, resting against the bench behind us and folding his arms behind his head. Our breaths slowed even though my cheek grew sweatier against him. I didn’t want to move, though. His skin held the metallic bite of sweat, but also there was the faint, clean scent of deodorant, something really light and nice, and I kind of understood some people’s obsession with licking guy’s armpits in that moment, because I totally would have if I hadn’t been so content just to cling to him like a piece of lichen.
After a while, Dan ran his hand over the top of my head and brushed aside the damp strands plastered to the side of my cheek.
“Should we umm…” I proposed ineffectively, gesturing toward the door. It was sweltering and we were both still as drenched as we’d been in the pool.
“Yeah, I reckon so.”
We moved like slugs on hot pavement, collecting our towels and clothing. When we stepped outside the sauna, the air might as well have been an arctic blast despite having left the door open. We padded quietly down the hall and stopped outside his bedroom door. Mine lay ten feet beyond on the other side.
Dan swiped his towel over his face and licked his lips. “Do you want to—”
“Yes,” I answered before I even knew exactly what I was agreeing to, because yes I did want. I wanted whatever else he was offering tonight.
Whatever started out as us both collapsing in his bed but quickly became me on top of Dan, kissing him recklessly and everywhere because I didn’t know if this chance would come again. Maybe he felt the same, too, because he seemed just as into it, matching the deep thrusts of my tongue, digging hard into my skin with his fingers and hips, until he eventually flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs up, and used his fingers and tongue to fuck me until I saw stars and came again all over my stomach.
There was a moment when I thought he was about to suit up and push inside me, and god how I’d wanted it. He had his hands behind my knees, holding me open as he ate my ass, then slid them down to cup my cheeks as he rose up on his knees. “This goddamn ass,” he muttered, and I couldn’t help a cheeky “I get that a lot.” Even though I didn’t, not really. But then he’d gone silent for a second, sucking on his lower lip, like he was tasting the question he wanted to ask before he let the skin go free and lowered his mouth again.
I guess he figured that might be a bridge too far, some divide we couldn’t cross back over again. I got it, though, I really did. And I was just happy to feel fucking useful and supremely desirable.
Afterward, I lay in the crook of his arm drawing nonsense shapes through the whorls of his chest hair.
“Fuck…” he exhaled.
“Yeah, I know. It was a bad idea. We’re both on the same page there.” Two orgasms in and the regret was hitting me like the sexual version of an alcohol bender.
“Wasn’t what I was gonna say, though you’re right, and when we get back to Nashville, we should go back to status quo.”
“Done,” I agreed easily, because I liked my job, and I liked Dan, and I really didn’t want to fuck either of those things up. “So what were you gonna say, then?”
“That it was good.”
“Like volume up to eleven good?”
He gave me tired smile for my Spinal Tap reference, a twinkle glimmering distantly in his eyes. “I don’t know, an eleven seems like it should involve gymnastics or some feat of flexibility.”
“Um… you could have salted me and called me pretzel for the last three minutes there.”
His brows pulled together. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
“Oh no. I loved every internal-organ-twisting second of it. I should be good to skip yoga this week, which is great, because if I’m gonna be stretched out, I much prefer an orgasm at the end to some boring relaxation session.”
“Do you really go to yoga?”
“Nah. I’ve just got some old DVDs. Yoga classes are expensive as crap, which is kinda ironic considering what it’s all about.”
He grunted and we lapsed into silence that stretched until a quiet sense of dread stole through me. We’d definitely just jizzed on some boundary lines we probably shouldn’t have.
“Our manager knew. Sort of. Some of the roadies did. We were really careful first. We had our own bus, so it wasn’t that hard. Hotel rooms, travel.” Dan spoke out of the blue, index finger and thumb rising to pinch between his eyes. “For being surrounded by people constantly, it was surprisingly easy to sneak off or hole up at the back of the bus and say we were practicing. But the label caught wind of it eventually. There’d been some rumblings and some whispers. Hush-hush, but I could sense it gathering steam. We got a little cavalier, and somehow the label got confirmation. I didn’t know how… still don’t. They said it had to end. Full stop. Threatened to drop us. No one wanted a couple of queer country boys onstage. That was insanity back then. A deathblow. Not just to us, but probably to the label, too, who had a shit ton of other high-profile country acts under their umbrella.” His hands moved gently, soothingly, absently over my back. “The crazy thing was, I got it, I really did. It’s a machine. It’s capitalism. It was the way of things at the time. On a business level I got it. I raged inside, though. I wanted to walk. Quit altogether or start something independent, just me and Ryder.
“But Ryder didn’t. We were already standing on a sure thing. The idea of just abandoning it, challenging the norms, starting over from scratch, possibly losing a shit ton of our fan base, going from a tour bus back to a van, hotel rooms back to motel rooms, he couldn’t. And I hated him for a long time for that.”
“He chose the music and fame,” I said softly, and Dan cocked his head to the side, aiming a wry smile at me.
“Sounds very Hollywood biopic, doesn’t it. It had more layers than that, but that’s the gist, yeah. We tried to make it work for another month, tried to play by the rules, failed a couple of times, then got the hang of it. Our publicist set Ryder up on a couple of dates to try to dispel the rumors. I went on one and then was done with that bullshit.”
“Was Iona one of those dates he went on?”
He smiled ruefully. “Sort of. Iona was a mutual friend. She had her own career going and it was just starting to pick up, but she was always Ryder’s date if he needed one to an event. She’d done that throughout our career. I usually went alone because I hated that setup shit, had a hard time connecting to anyone since we were on the road for so long and often. That was our schtick. He was the playboy, I was the loner bachelor. The label loved playing that up. And I guess after a time it became more than friendship between him and Iona the way it happened with him and me. I was gone by then. Couldn’t take it, couldn’t go back, was determined I’d make it on my own. For a time I thought she’d been the one who started the rumors or told the label.” Dan sighed. “But that’s not her. I was just angry and looking to pin the blame on someone else. Took me another decade to realize, really, he was blameless, too. It was all circumstance. Just stupid fucking circumstance.”
“Does it make you bitter seeing Jared Hemmings burning up the charts?” I asked, referring to a recently out country star.
Dan was silent for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah, like I said, it would’ve. Even probably five years ago. But now? Now it’s nice. I’m glad things are moving along.”
He scrubbed his hands over his face and then let them drop, one landing on my stomach where he spread his fingers and stroked my skin lightly. I wondered if he even realized he was doing it.
“I didn’t want to make music anymore after that. What was there to sing about? Love wasn’t enough and it never had been.” He exhaled a long breath, and I could feel the weight let off in it. “No one else knows that, just you and my old manager, so don’t run off at the mouth and spill it. It could still make waves for Ryder, even as far as everything’s progressed.”
“I won’t tell a soul,” I promised.
He made a contented sound and nodded, hand falling away as he reached behind him to plump the pillow beneath his head.
“Should I go back to my room?”
“Nah, it’s almost morning. Get some sleep.”
