2. Dylan
TWO
DYLAN
“Oh fuck, just like that,” Oliver said with a whine as Dylan pounded into him. In the week since they’d gone to the sex club, they had been fucking like bunnies. They’d had to give Oliver’s ass a break for a couple of days because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“Just like this?” Dylan goaded. He was angling for something.
“I mean, it’s as good as you’re going to be able to give me. If Leon was here, he could—oh!” Oliver moaned as Dylan hit his prostate.
“You want Leon’s big dick in you?”
“Yes, yes, fuck, I want to feel his cock,” Oliver confessed. “I need it so bad. You don’t understand.”
Dylan’s fingers were threaded with Oliver’s, holding them tight as he fucked into Oliver’s body, the friction of his movements rubbing Oliver’s dick against the pillow under his hips. Oliver loved a frotting orgasm, and Dylan loved giving Oliver what he wanted.
“If Leon was here, what would you two be doing?”
“I’d be bouncing on his cock,” Oliver said, words coming quickly as Dylan forced them out of him in a staccato, his thrusts even and steady. “My erection would be bouncing up and down, so hard it’s painful, as his cock fills me up just right, and he’d pull on my nipples until I came untouched.”
Oliver circled his hips as he tried so desperately to get off. Dylan untwined their hands so he could get up on his knees and grab Oliver’s hips.
“And how would you moan for him?” Dylan prompted, his thrusts harder and faster as Oliver disintegrated before him. “Show me how you’d moan for him, baby.”
“Leon,” Oliver moaned, stretching his name out, letting Dylan’s thrusts push more and more little moans past his lips, loose and easy. “Fuck me, Leon, just like that. Like only you can. Fuck, Leon .”
Dylan had listened to his husband moan Leon’s name every day for a week, and it still hit him right in the balls, turning his arousal into a deep ache.
“I’m going to come in you so hard you forget all about Leon,” Dylan said, knowing the goal was actually the opposite. His orgasm was a gradual wave that felt like a Mack truck when it hit, his hands digging into Oliver’s hips as he ground deeper into him.
“Leon,” Oliver moaned, whiney and helpless, as he started coming as well, contracting around Dylan and elongating his orgasm.
Dylan was surprised either of them had any come left.
He collapsed on top of Oliver, dick still buried inside him, wondering how long was long enough before he suggested going back to the club.
Dylan hadn’t had to wait. They cleaned up and changed the sheets, and Oliver curled up in Dylan’s arms, right where he belonged.
“So I’ve been thinking about how Leon offered…if we wanted to…”
“Yes,” Dylan said automatically. “If you want to go back to the club, yes. I want to, too.”
“Maybe tomorrow?” Oliver couldn’t hide how eager he was, and Dylan felt exactly the same. The club wasn’t open on Tuesday nights or else Dylan would have suggested they get in the car and go right then.
“Tomorrow sounds perfect, baby.”
“What do you want to see him do to me?” Oliver asked.
“Fuck, baby, I don’t have enough energy for another round and this is going to make me want it.”
“I can just suck you off if you get too horny,” Oliver offered, fluttering his eyelashes up at Dylan.
Dylan cupped his cheek in his hand, tracing his thumb over Oliver’s plump bottom lip.
“Well, as much as I loved watching him fuck your mouth, I thought it might be fun to watch him fuck something else.” He dropped his hand from Oliver’s cheek and slid it down his bare back to his nice round ass, giving it a squeeze and a bit of a jiggle.
“Yeah,” Oliver said, his pupils blowing wide in want.
“You want to get fucked by him? Split open so good you forget I’m even there?”
Oliver just nodded, pressing the evidence of his slowly growing erection against Dylan’s thigh.
And, well, maybe Dylan could muster the energy for another round.