13. Ford
Ford
This was the point that I should be losing my shit, but instead, Dylan and I were laughing.
While my dick was still inside of him.
“I probably shouldn't say this,” Dylan said, his hands still on my chest, “but that was the best sex of my life.”
I didn’t try to hide my surprise. “Really?”
He nodded.
“I feel like saying you’re welcome would be too cocky,” I said.
“Waaay too cocky.”
“How about I’m glad you enjoyed the ride?”
“Marginally better.” Dylan laughed. “But I’ll still keep you around.”
“I hope so.”
“You certainly have your uses,” he said, before pushing himself up. With groans from both of us, I slid out of him. “I’m gonna clean up real quick before bed.”
“Want my help?”
Dylan shook his head and as he scurried to the bathroom, I watched his bubble butt until he closed the door. I sank back against my pillow, took a deep breath, and started replaying the last thirty minutes. Did I pressure him into that?
No .
He climbed into my lap. Dylan’s an adult and made a choice…and I happened to agree with that choice. I just hoped he didn’t regret it because I certainly didn’t.
It crossed my mind to take a quick shower after Dylan was done, but after swiping my cock with a t-shirt from the floor, I was clean enough for bed. After what we did, I’d rather spend time with him then leave him alone for long.
When he came out of the bathroom, I plugged my phone in and put it aside. He was still naked, except for the cage, of course, and he had a big smile on his face.
“All good?” I asked.
“Yeah, just had a lot of your DNA spilling out of me.”
I chuckled, pulling the covers back for him. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
Dylan wasted no time. He slid next to my body and threw an arm on top of me, his hand resting on my chest. Shrugging, he answered, “I’ll take all of the DNA you want to give me.”
“Sounds like a rejected Valentine’s Day card from Hallmark.”
Dylan laughed, then snuggled even tighter against me, burying his face in between my pec and bicep. I had said I love you to him hundreds of times, but something held me back just now.
What we did—the taboo of it—lingered. Dylan was still Melissa’s son, and while that connection was mostly historical, a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispered a warning.
This won’t work.
Society had its rules, and our history, however distant, bent them. We had no business doing what we just did.
But listening to his breathing, feeling it against my skin, the pressure of his hand on my chest, I knew the current had already pulled me in and I was dangerously close to going under.
My attraction to Dylan was a gravitational force, and it had been growing undeniably stronger since the day he walked into this very bedroom at the beginning of summer and caught me fucking a sex toy.
“Good night, Ford.”
“Good night, Dylan.”
Could it really just be this easy?
I woke up alone.
But then I reached over and could tell he hadn’t been gone long.
The bed was still warm. Tossing back the comforter, I suppressed the need to find Dylan and pivoted to the bathroom instead.
After taking a lengthy and pleasurable piss—fuck, I really had to go—I slipped on some shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs.
Halfway down, I could tell he was making breakfast.
And he’s naked.
“Damn.” I stepped farther into the kitchen. “I’m not sure cake for breakfast is part of my diet, but I can make an exception.”
“You like?” Dylan glanced over his shoulder.
“I really like.” I walked up behind him and squeezed both cheeks before leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek.
I didn’t even think—I just did it. I was about to apologize for being so forward, but then Dylan said, “Good morning to me. A groping and a kiss. I must be in bottom heaven.”
“I’m not complaining, but is this going to be an every day thing?” I asked, keeping my body pressed against his.
Dylan shrugged. “You were inside of me less than twelve hours ago. I didn’t think this would be a problem.”
“It’s not a problem,” I said. “In fact, today seems like a lovely day to be naked.” I stepped back to drop my shorts to the floor, kicking them to the side, and at the same time, pulled my tank over my head. It didn’t take long for my dick to go from semi to fully hard.
“I’d make a pun about sausage right now, but instead I think I’ll just get on my knees.
” Dylan dropped the spatula on the spoonrest and pushed me against the counter.
He was eager, his lips wet and soft, wrapping around me with a hunger that mirrored my own.
Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t get all the way down.
“Looks like my mouth’s not as big as I thought it was. ”
“It feels great.”
He spit in his hand and rubbed it along my shaft. “You’re just so fucking thick.”
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles white, as he swallowed all of me that he could. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers down my spine, and Dylan’s commitment to trying to take more each stroke made my knees threaten to buckle.
Despite not being able to deep throat me, it was clear he knew exactly what he was doing. He slipped a finger along my perineum and into the crease of my ass, just teasing my hole. After a few soft touches there, he moved to my balls, playfully massaging them and surprising me with a few tugs.
I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and enjoyed his oral worship of my cock.
A soft groan escaped my lips as the pressure built in my balls.
This was the kind of pleasure that made me forget everything but the moment—the look in his eyes from earlier, the slurping noises he was making now.
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him.
I was close, so incredibly close, the world narrowing to this one exquisite point.
My eyes snapped open. “Something’s burning!”
Dylan pulled off mid-suck, a string of saliva connecting us before it snapped.
“Shit! The eggs!” He scrambled up, using my thighs as support, and bolted for the stove.
A thin plume of smoke was billowing from the pan, carrying the acrid smell of burnt food.
He snatched the pan off the burner, turning it off, and fanned at the smoke with a dish towel.
“Well,” he said, looking at the blackened remnants of what was food, “that’s definitely not salvageable.
” Dylan tilted the dish towards me as if I needed to confirm. “And it smells… distinctive.”
I chuckled, still breathing heavily, my body almost vibrating with unspent desire. “Distinctive is one word for it.” My dick was slick with his spit and still at attention, almost waving in the air between us. “So much for our naked breakfast.”
Dylan glanced over at me, then down. “I can still get my protein.”
“I’m not sure that will be quite enough for you.”
“Only one way to find out.”
I walked past him, over to the fridge. “Looks like we’re out of eggs.”
Dylan scraped the charred bits from the pan into the trash with the spatula. “So if I can’t have your cock, and we have no eggs, then cereal it is.”
“We have no milk either.”
He dropped the pan into the sink. “To be honest, the naked part was the main draw, and not specifically the food.”
“It seems we need to run to the grocery store.” I bent over to pick my clothes off the floor and started putting them back on.
“Agreed.” Dylan sauntered over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His mouth was inches from mine, so I leaned down and gave him what we both wanted.
Moaning as our lips pressed together, his hand slipped down past the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my cock.
He pulled off. “Unless you want to fool around some more?”
“I definitely want to do that, but I can hear your stomach rumbling.”
“I didn’t think you heard that.”
“I think the neighbors across the lake heard that.”
“Fine.” Dylan stepped back. “I’ll get dressed and we can go.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry. My dick will be ready to go when we get back.” I had no idea how we got here so fast, but fuck…here we were. Blowjobs in the kitchen and full-on flirting. It’s like that last night’s fuck was magic.
“I can see that.” I glanced down to where he was pointing. “If you're going commando in public, everyone’s gonna see it.”
“Maybe they shouldn’t be looking.” I shrugged.
He glanced over his shoulder as he headed to the stairs. “It’s mine anyway. They can’t have it.”
I couldn’t get his words out of my head for the entire drive. While Dylan was singing along to Annie Lennox in the passenger seat, all I could hear was his voice from before.
It’s mine anyway.
He was talking about my dick, and both my dick and I liked it. It had yet to go soft. Granted some of that was because it was getting rubbed every which way inside of my tight shorts on this bumpy road, but most of it was due to Dylan’s directness.
His possessiveness.
Of me.
When we got to the parking lot, I adjusted myself before we went inside. With a swipe of my hand, I tucked my dick into my waistband.
The grocery store was bustling, a stark contrast to the quiet seclusion of the lake. I pushed the cart as we navigated the aisles, tossing items into the cart. “Dunkaroos?” I questioned Dylan’s latest choice.
“What?” Dylan dropped the box in the cart. “I like my cookies frosted .”
“How do you manage to make that sound dirty?”
Dylan leaned in and whispered, “Everything sounds dirty coming out of this mouth because you probably can’t stop thinking about stuffing your cock in it.”
He had a point. “Are we done yet? I think we need to get back.”
Dylan smiled, then pranced ahead of me. “Looks like a few more aisles.”
I didn’t have to glance down to know it had slipped out of its makeshift sheath. Bending over to push helped a little, but hopefully the cart was enough of a shield.
When we reached the checkout, the cashier, a woman with a big smile and even bigger hair, started scanning our items. “You guys are a cute couple,” she said, checking on our eggs and putting them to the side.
Dylan and I exchanged a quick glance. “Thank you,” I said, noticing the grin on Dylan’s face getting wider.
As we walked out into the bright sunshine with the cart almost overflowing with groceries—after all these years, it was still difficult to tell Dylan no—I could almost feel the happiness radiating from him.
Bending over to get the car—and the air conditioning—started, I almost hit my head on the roof when Dylan slapped my ass.
“Sorry, not sorry. When you just put it out there like that, I had to.”
“You had to?” I stood up, giving him a raised eyebrow.
“I have no self control.”
“I’m sensing that.” I gestured to the shopping cart.
Dylan shrugged. “You could’ve stopped me.”
“I think we both know that’s a lie.”
“‘Cute couple,’ huh?” Dylan said, as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back out of town. His tone was light, but I could tell he was tense. His knee was bouncing and he only did that when he was nervous. The playfulness of a few minutes ago had dissipated.
“Yeah,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. “She seemed to think so.”
Even Shawn Mendes on the radio wasn’t breaking the tension. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the drone of the tires on the asphalt.
“So it’s probably too early for this conversation,” Dylan began, his fingers intertwined in his lap, “but what do you think about that?”
“About what? Her thinking we’re cute? I’d say that’s an understatement.”
“No.” He punched my leg, then left his hand on my thigh. “About us…being a couple.”
Dylan’s words hung in the air, loaded with implications. We both knew we were out here for a reset, but we also had both given in to temptation. Our one night together was a whirlwind of desire. Was this really the time to put a label on it?
One look at his face, and he answered my question for me.
“I…I’m not against that,” I admitted. “I do have feelings for you.”
“Feelings?” He squeezed my leg, then his fingers began tracing a small circle over and over in the same spot. I wasn’t even sure he knew he was doing it, but I noticed.
“I mean, yeah. Haven’t you felt the tension all summer?”
“The tension?”
“Quit playing games, Dylan. I know you’ve felt something.” I grabbed his fingers, stopping the twirl, and held tight, the other hand still on the wheel. “What about you? What do you think about us as a couple?”
“I wasn’t trying to put you on the spot,” he said, his voice soft. “And you’re right, I have felt something between us. Something I’ve wanted for a long time. But we don’t have to define it if you’re not ready for that.” As an afterthought, he added, “I don’t just like you for your body.”
“I know that,” I said without thinking. It was the truth, though. I hadn’t come close to thinking that. Deep down, I knew he’d had a crush on me when he was a kid. That crush, apparently, never went away.
“I don’t mean to put you on the spot, especially since, you know, it’s been one day. God, I can’t believe I’m still talking. I guess what I’m trying to say—poorly—is this is more than just fun for me.”
My stomach tightened, but not with dread. With the fear that something so new was already serious for him. I wanted him too, but I’d had past relationships that seemed promising end for so many reasons. Were Dylan and I truly compatible?
“It’s more than fun for me too,” I said. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t think you could.”
“Certainly not intentionally.” I turned onto the gravel road that led to the cabin, and had to raise my voice to be heard over the increased noise. “I just don’t want us to get too ahead of ourselves. That’s all.”
“I understand. I’ve just never burned eggs while naked with a man before.”
I laughed, the tension easing slightly. “Definitely a good sign.” Pulling up to the porch, I cut the engine, but didn’t immediately make a move to leave. Dylan looked like he had more to say.
“So, if we’re not just for fun, then what are we? What could we be?”
There was no pressure in the question nor his gaze, just warmth and hope. His vulnerability was my invitation to his heart, and I’d RSVP to that every time.
“I don’t know yet,” I said, sandwiching his hand in between both of mine. “But I’m willing to figure it out with you.”