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For all that Dare wanted to fuck Grant into that place of total bliss and freedom, he could tell now wasn’t the time. The bloke was way too tense. Resistance was written into his muscles and the distance in his eyes. Yeah, there was no trust yet. Grant needed to trust him before he’d be able to let go. The businessman had a huge amount to learn about living in the moment.
They’d start with baby steps.
“Follow me,” Dare said and tugged Grant’s arm, intending to lead him to the bedroom.
“What are you planning?” Grant asked, not budging.
“I want to get you into bed and give you the best sex of your life.”
“I’m not letting you fuck me.”
“Who said anything about that? Sex isn’t all about fucking arses, you know. There’s a whole lot more we can both enjoy.”
“You’ve changed your tune, haven’t you?” Grant asked, still sounding suspicious, but at least he let Dare lead him into the bedroom.
“Yeah, well, I’m not saying I don’t want to fuck your arse sometime, but you know, there’s no hurry, is there? And to be honest, I’m not into forcing myself where I’m not welcome. I think I’m going to wait until you beg me to.” Dare hadn’t known he was going to say that till it was out of his mouth, but now he thought about it, it seemed like the perfect plan. “It’ll be much sweeter that way. With you down on hands and knees, offering me your arse.”
“You’re living in a fantasy land,” Grant grumbled. “Besides, you’ll be the one begging me to fuck you.”
“You just keep telling yourself that.” Dare pushed Grant down onto the bed. He lay sprawled on his back, suit all untucked and rumpled. Pretty fucking hot, for an uptight businessman. Dare climbed up and straddled him. “You know what, I think I might have discovered a new kink,” Dare said, taking hold of Grant’s tie and tugging it so he could suck Grant’s lower lip. “Never realised these nooses had a use.”
“Why do you think there’s one on the cover of that mucky book, then?”
“Mucky book?”
“You know. That famous one. All the girls at work were reading it a couple of years back. Fifty Shades, I think it’s called.”
“Never heard of it.”
“How on earth can you not have heard of it? It was in all the papers. All over the television.”
“I don’t read the papers, and I don’t have a telly.”
Grant stared up at him like he was a freak. “How the hell do you know what’s going on in the world, then?”
“I know enough. People generally tell me if there’s something really important going on, but you know what? I can’t do anything about all the shit going on everywhere, and I sleep easier at night not knowing about it.”
“You’ve got your head in the sand.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just know how to enjoy life. Speaking of which...” Dare tugged on Grant’s tie again and shut up any further objections with a kiss.
Grant’s lips were succulent, and he definitely gave as good as he got when Dare kissed him. Nothing remotely submissive about him, just like he’d claimed. And that was what made him so much fun. Dare didn’t want him to just lie back and let Dare have his way. He wanted an enthusiastic partner in his bed. One with his own ideas and agendas. It was so much more exciting that way when Dare eventually did get his way about something.
Like that blowjob. And the prospect of eventually getting Grant to deep throat him. Yeah, that was something to look forward to.
Grant must have been thinking about it too, because he broke the kiss and growled, thrusting his hips hard upwards into Dare’s. “You owe me a blowjob.”
“Keeping score, are we?”
“Always.” Now Grant was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. “Come on. Show me what you’re made of.”
“I’ll show you, all right.” Dare pinned Grant’s hips to the mattress with his hands and got a good look at Grant’s cock. It was nice and thick. Veiny and flushed, with a distinct flare at the head. And under the citrusy cologney smell of whatever grooming shit Grant used, there was a definite whiff of sex.
Dare took in a good long sniff, and then swallowed Grant whole.
“Oh God!” The way Grant cried out and shuddered gave Dare a buzz. This was what it was all about for him. Taking his partner to that place where they weren’t thinking about anything other than Dare’s touch. And if they fought that every step of the way? That just made it even more lush when they were swept away.
Dare deep throated Grant a few times, just to show him he could, then went back to more subtle teasing of the head, peeling back the foreskin and tonguing Grant’s slit.
Grant gurgled and grabbed hold of Dare’s head. His hands scrabbled for purchase. “Not fair! You don’t have any hair to hold on to. Is that why you shave?”
“One of the reasons.” Dare grinned and then licked up the length of Grant’s dick. “Hmm, you taste good. I was worried you’d be too clean and soapy, but you clearly didn’t shower before you came out.”
Grant looked momentarily horrified. “God, you’re right. I always do, but then I had a few drinks...”
He looked like he was working his way up to an apology, so Dare cut him off. “Chill. I like a man to taste like a man. You know, so long as you’re not rank and dirty, a bit of sweat is a turn-on. Bet your bollocks taste good too.” Dare gave them a lick and winked. “Nice and salty. Now what about your hole?”
“God, no. Don’t!” Grant protested, squirming under Dare’s grip.
“What, you don’t enjoy being rimmed? I don’t believe you.”
“I do, I think I do. Just, er, I need a shower first. Please.”
“What if I don’t care?” Dare teased, just for the fun of watching Grant flounder.
“I care. Please.”
“All right, all right. I guess I’ll just have to insist you are freshly showered next time you come here, then. Because if there’s one thing I enjoy, it’s eating a man out.”
Grant groaned and his head fell back. “You’re the most confusing man I’ve ever met.”
“That’s the idea. Got to keep you on your toes, haven’t I?” Dare had had enough chatter, so he sucked on Grant’s balls, pulling first one, then the other into his mouth. That made Grant squirm too, but in a needy, delicious way. Dare rutted against the side of his bed, then had a better idea. Anal might be out of the picture for now, but there was nothing to object to in a bit of rubbing off, was there?
He let go of Grant’s balls and crawled up onto the bed next to him. Grant gave him a dazed look, his lips still all swollen from the earlier blowjob, and Dare couldn’t help kissing him. He needed to see that look on Grant’s face a whole lot more often. It was about as far away from the respectable suited businessman as possible.
Since Grant’s trousers were round his ankles and Dare had left his in the other room, there was nothing between their naked dicks. Dare climbed on top of Grant and lowered himself down. “Mmm, you feel good.”
“So do you.” Grant wormed his hands under Dare’s shirt. So hungry! “Come on, show me your tattoos.”
“Nah, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Grant sounded genuinely offended, which made Dare chuckle.
“Got to give you a reason to keep coming back, haven’t I?”
“Oh.” The tension melted out of Grant’s body, and he actually smiled. “Yeah, because I’m hardly likely to come back for the sex.”
“No, coz this really isn’t the kind of thing you like, is it?” Dare ground against Grant in time with his words, enjoying the quickening of Grant’s breath.
“Not really. I prefer it like this.”
Before Dare knew what was happening, Grant had rolled him onto his back over in the corner, thunking his head against the caravan wall. “Ow, you sneaky bastard!”
Grant just grinned down at him and began thrusting. Their dicks were sliding on sweat now, bumping against each other like old friends knocking shoulders. The ridge of Grant’s dick felt amazing when it caught the tip of Dare’s, and so he didn’t object to the change in position. How could he when Grant was beaming down like he’d won some kind of contest? It was a sexy look on him. His smile was wide, and he even had tiny little cheek dimples to go with the larger one in his chin. Yeah, pretty fucking hot.
But Dare wasn’t the type to be passive in bed, so he ground up in counterpoint to Grant, setting a punishing pace. Grant grunted, and his expression turned to pure concentration. Then to a grimace as Dare could feel him tensing up.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” Grant panted, right before his thrusts went jerky and his spunk coated Dare’s belly. Oh yeah, all slippery. Just perfect.
Dare thrust a few more times until he felt Grant go floppy, then rolled them back over so he was on top. Grant oofed, but he didn’t have time to protest, because Dare claimed his mouth with his own.
A few last thrusts, kissing all the while, until the pleasure rolled through him, shaking everything in its wake. Jet after jet shot out of him while he ground his balls down against Grant’s spent dick.
Lush.
Dare collapsed to one side of Grant and threw an arm and a leg over him. It was second nature for him to snuggle after sex, but Grant’s body tensed up.
“I should go.” Grant made to sit up, but Dare held on and pulled him down.
“You don’t need to run off just yet. Take a few minutes. Enjoy the afterglow.”
“Thanks, but the fun part’s over now.” This time Grant succeeded in shaking off Dare’s hold on him.
Dare rolled back and propped his head on his arm, watching while Grant wiped off the spunk on his belly using Dare’s blanket, then rearranged his clothing into a semblance of respectability.
“I’d have thrown you an old T-shirt if you’d asked,” Dare commented.
“I don’t want to wear your clothes.”
“Not to wear. To clean yourself up with.”
Grant glanced down at the blanket. “Didn’t think you’d mind spunk on the bed, seeing as how it was your idea to move things here.”
“I don’t mind, really. I’m just surprised at your lack of manners. Figured you’d have been brought up better than that, what with you being all upper middle class and all.”
Grant gave a wry smile. “Funnily enough, Mother never did go through the etiquette of how to clean up after sex.”
“No? Well, she should have done. Bet mine would have if she’d been around long enough. She was always good with the practical stuff. Used to give me tips on the kind of stuff girls liked.”
“That must have been useful for you.”
“Sarky, aren’t you? But yeah, it was. I’m not talking about sex stuff. I was only ten when Mum popped her clogs, so she hadn’t moved on to that yet. But she was all about treating people with respect.”
“Are you saying I’m not respectful?” Now Grant sounded offended, which was kind of cute.
“I expect you can do respectful when you’re with other blokes like yourself, but you don’t seem to think I’m worth the bother. Nah, don’t try to deny it. I know you probably rate me as scum next to the kinds of people you normally hang out with. I’m just letting you know. Us commoners have feelings too.”
Grant stared at Dare like he was taking the piss. “I apologise for hurting your feelings,” he said solemnly, but Dare didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him.
“Oh, you haven’t. I’m as thick-skinned as a bleedin’ rhinoceros. But not every bit of rough is like that. Some get touchy. Just giving you a tip. You know, in case you start making a habit of picking up rough trade. Wouldn’t want to see your pretty face get all messed up because you’d not been warned.”
“Right. Message received and understood. No, don’t get up. I’ll see myself out.”
“Like hell you will. I’ve got to unlock the gate, haven’t I?”
“Oh. Well.” Grant was clearly uncomfortable at the idea of spending any more time in Dare’s company, but screw him. If Dare wanted to make him squirm a little longer, he could.
But then he remembered that he really did want Grant to come back another time, so he relented. “Okay, just hold on a moment. Got to find my trousers.”
He stood and pushed past Grant, making sure his dick smeared some come over Grant’s suit jacket. Would serve the snotty bastard right. Especially if he didn’t notice and went into work like it tomorrow.
They didn’t talk while Dare pulled on his trousers and let them out of the caravan, and the walk back to the gate was frosty in more ways than one. The ground glittered under their feet and Dare’s breath gusted out in white clouds. The padlock almost stuck to his fingers with the cold, and he could see Grant shivering under his flimsy jacket.
He should have offered him a scarf or a jumper or something. And he would have done if Grant hadn’t been such a superior bastard. Ah well. Too late now. At least the bloke didn’t have far to walk.
“You’ll be all right getting back on your own?”
“Of course I will. I’m perfectly capable of walking a few hundred yards down the road.”
“Okay, then. Call back whenever you fancy another round.”
Grant just snorted. “Right.”
“Not got a good-bye snog for me, then?” Dare teased, pursing up his lips and making kissy noises.
“Oh please.” But at least this time Grant lost some of his stiffness and smiled. “I’ll catch you around sometime,” he said and left without Dare getting his kiss.
Bugger. He’d actually wanted it too.