Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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As soon as I felt his lips on mine again, I couldn't repress a sigh of relief.
His hands had tangled themselves into my almost undone bun, tugging gently as he held me flush against him. When a moan escaped his own lips, I hastily slid these damn boxing gloves off. I wanted to touch him. Feel his delicate skin against my rougher hands.
His lips were unimaginably soft as they moved against my own. When I took his bottom lip in between my teeth, I heard another moan escape his lips.
"Fuck, Dante.." I groaned against him. With my hands now free from the gloves, I was able to cup his chin further up, granting me more access with this passionate kiss. Then my hand moved further down to his neck. I could still feel the sweat moisture from our training today.
There was so much here I wanted to explore, I felt like I would never have enough time. My hand then moved to the hem of his shirt, before I slipped it underneath the thin fabric. His whole body was hot and sweaty while my fingers were an icy cold contrast. It made Dante shiver against me as my tongue danced against his bottom lip, asking for entry.
When he granted me that access, I let my hand glide up his body towards his nipples, giving them each a light squeeze between my index finger and thumb. That made Dante back responsively arch, before his hips buckled towards me. When they did, I felt his cock grind against mine through my shorts. That unintentionally made me squeeze his nipple just a little harder.
The sound Dante made when I did, forced the tip of my own cock to start leaking with need. I wanted him. Right here. Right now.
I broke away from Dante, and he seemed to be confused at first, but when those same lips latched on to his neck, his eyes rolled back. "S-Sammy..." my name slipped past his own lips in more of a struggled moan. His heartbeat was through the roof, I could feel the vein that rain down his neck, continue to pulsate vigorously.
At first I sucked gently on the skin there, still pinching his nipples between my fingers as I worked. He tasted salty from the light layer of sweat, but oddly enough, I didn't mind at all. When my teeth grazed that sensitive skin where his jawline met his neck, Dante's fingers tightened their hold in my hair.
A shiver ran through his entire body. "F-Fuck." He mumbled to himself. It sounded like he had fallen into a daze, shaking against me from the sensation.
That made me pull away almost immediately. If I was to go any further, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't cum in my pants... and that was the type of embarrassment I wasn't trying to face tonight.
"Dante." I whispered to him, just centimeters away from those perfect lips. "I want you."
Those words had sent another shiver through him. His lids were partly closed as he stared back at me. I let my hand leave his nipples, and instead, I redirected that attention to his cock. When my hand palmed him through the fabric of his shorts, he left out another struggled moan.
