Chapter 7 The one over the kitchen counter #2
“So do you,” he groaned. “Come on now…” Another moan rolled off those tempting lips when Jared slid out and pushed back in, both hands holding onto Dylan’s hips. “Show me what you’ve got, candy boy.”
Jared chuckled at the nickname. Kinda loved it. Between slow, shallow circles where only his swollen tip remained inside, he soon found the perfect groove.
Lost in a fight with himself, wanting to let go already but also prolong this moment, his breaths became ragged. He stood straighter, using their difference in height to his advantage and changed the angle.
“Fuck!” Dylan growled, latching onto Jared’s ass when he pushed back.
Jared bit the crook of his neck.
Releasing a painful groan, Dylan raised one of his legs, bending it over the barstool. Both hands braced on the counter, tightening so much his knuckles turned white. “Is that all you’ve got?” He glanced at Jared over his shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”
And oh, he did.
The rattle of the stool’s metal legs scraping on the floor filled the air. Fire coursed through his veins. Their grunted moans turned into a wailing porno soundtrack, so loud Jared didn’t know why the police weren’t already knocking on their door.
“God, I swear this ass was made for me.” Jared could feel himself getting closer again as he slammed into that sinfully tight hole. “So. Fucking. Perfect. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”
Dylan responded eagerly to the violence, rocking his hips back. “Yes... Yes, that’s it! Keep going.”
Jared rammed inside of him at a punishing pace. Time slowed down around them. The coiling sensation in his core built and built. The only thing lingering in the space was a mix of unbridled heartbeats and filthy sounds.
With every thrust, Jared felt himself about to fall, but Dylan beat him to it, painting the cabinet’s side with his load.
White, sticky, and hot, it dribbled down as this gorgeous man emptied himself.
His legs trembled, body going slack. And in the middle of that dazing whirlwind of sensations, Dylan’s ass squeezed Jared so tight he went blind for a moment.
Fucking Dylan as deep as he could, he moaned and released every pulse of semen inside of him.
They stayed there for a few moments until their breaths evened out. Everything about Dylan was so warm, Jared didn’t want to let go. He felt safe and cozy inside this man.
But this was sex, only sex. Cuddling wasn’t part of the deal.
Or so he thought.
Without warning, Dylan turned around and Jared’s cock slipped out of him. He didn’t have time to process what was happening before Dylan cupped his jaw, a palm on each side of his face, and kissed him.
Slow and sensual, their lips molded together, and so did their spent bodies as Dylan wrapped his arms around Jared’s waist. It was equally sweet and hot... and so damn perfect.
“That was incredible,” Dylan whispered against his mouth when they broke apart.
Those words and the way they had just connected, as if they’d done this their entire lives, should have made Jared feel content, fulfilled. This was what he wanted.
However, all that was left in the cavity of his chest was an even bigger sense of longing... and melancholy.
As if they hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out, the pair were now lying on opposite sides of the sofa. Dylan was scrolling through his phone and Jared was staring blankly at a Marvel show on the TV, his mind somewhere else.
To an outsider—or anyone who wasn’t Jared, really—this scene probably looked nothing but ordinary. However, beneath the surface, his thoughts were a jumbled mess.
He couldn’t escape the guilt eating at him from within. The fact that Dylan hadn’t mentioned anything either wasn’t helping. How in the fucking fuck of fucks had he ended up banging him without protection? Was he okay with it? Even worse, was he used to doing that kind of crap?
Oh, fuck me.
He wanted to talk to him about it, but didn’t know how to bring the topic up without offending him.
Jared huffed, attracting Dylan’s attention.
“Why are you so annoyed?” he asked, eyes piercing through his skull.
He seemed pissed off.
“I’m not annoyed. I’m just... I—I’m never so reckless.” He rubbed both palms over his face, sliding down the sofa until his head was on the armrest. “I don’t know how, I just... I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Fucking without a condom.”
“Oh.” Dylan relaxed, gaze returning to his phone. “It’s fine.”
“Fine?” It was Jared’s turn to get upset.
Dylan left the device on the coffee table and slid closer to him on the sectional, prowling between Jared’s thighs. Their crotches pressed together, stirring his insides. They had just fucked, for the love of God, how could something like that make him aroused all over again?
“What are you—”
“Should we have been more responsible? Absolutely,” Dylan said, brushing away the locks on Jared’s forehead. “But we were so caught up in the moment, me so desperate and you so willing, I completely forgot about it... But I know you’re clean.”
“Right, the test I did a few weeks ago.”
Of course, after finding out his ex had been cheating on him, he got tested; you never know. So yeah, he was fit as a fiddle, but... what about Dylan? Even if he hadn’t fucked around much since Jared had moved in with him, that he was aware of, it wasn’t like the man was celibate.
“And as for me,” Dylan continued like he could read minds, “I haven’t had unprotected sex in years. Not a fan of unwanted surprises. Besides, I gotta admit that…” He bit his bottom lip, a grin tugging the corner of his mouth. “When you moved in, I got tested myself.”
“Still...” Jared wasn’t mad, just concerned they’d gotten carried away like that.
“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t stop you to talk things first, baby boy.”
A couple of beats passed.
Jared snorted. “So, you assumed you were gonna get dick? That’s kinda pompous, don’t you think?”
“I’m hot as fuck, and I knew you wanted my ass. It was a matter of time.” Dylan grinned.
Unable to keep it inside, Jared tossed his head back and laughed wholeheartedly, the tension around them fading.
“So fucking cocky.”
His hand reached out for Dylan’s tee to pull him closer, and he sucked on his ridiculously delicious lips. Their dicks squeezed together as they made out like a pair of horny teenagers.
“Does that mean you wanna repeat then?” Jared breathed against his mouth.
“Do you really have to ask?” Dylan pushed his hips forward and down, making Jared hiss out of pure pleasure when their hardening cocks rubbed through their clothes.
“If I’m being honest,” he rasped, nuzzling Jared’s neck, “it’s been a while since I’ve been so attracted to someone.
So yeah. I wanna repeat it over and over again… ”
“Fuck!” Jared wrapped his legs around Dylan’s waist.
The grinding motion he had going on in time with his words was gentle but so enticing a carnal desire crept into Jared’s bones.
Dylan raised a brow. “I do have one condition though.”
Jared froze. That shit was never good.
“I don’t want anyone in the office to know about us.”
A twinge of pain hit Jared in the chest. “I... umm... yeah, okay.”
Before he had time to overthink Dylan’s reasons, he continued, “It’s not that I’m ashamed or anything, just so we’re clear. But I don’t want to be the center of the office’s gossip. That’s all.”
“Sure.” Jared nodded in agreement. He didn’t want that either. “I’ll be your dirty little secret.”
“You definitely are a dirty little thing.” Dylan bit his bottom lip and sucked. “Let’s see if we can get you to come hands-free too.”
“Fuck, yes!”