16. Dylan
Dylan
The rumble of River’s truck finally faded, taking with it the incessant hammering, the muttered curses, and Axel and Brock’s leering glances. A wave of pure, unadulterated relief washed over me.
They were gone. All of them.
And that meant the cabin was ours again.
“Thank fuck .” I collapsed against the doorframe as the dust from the driveway drifted off with the breeze.
The silence that followed was golden, a balm to my frayed nerves.
I didn't even give Ford a chance to turn around before I was wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his back.
"They're gone, they're gone, they're gone!
" I mumbled into his shirt, pressing kisses to his back through the thin fabric.
My hands were already roaming, slipping under his shirt, careening down his abs.
I wanted to feel all of him, to erase the lingering awkwardness of the interruption and reclaim our space.
Ford chuckled, and I felt him relax into my embrace. “Yep, they’re finally gone.”
I spun him around, my hands instantly grabbing his ass and pulling him against me.
My mouth found his and with a desperate, hungry kiss I tried to convey everything I couldn’t say: relief, desire…
and a little bit of lingering embarrassment.
He tasted like coffee and something uniquely him , and I loved it.
But as the kiss deepened, I felt it. There was a stiffness in his body, and not the kind I’d usually make a joke about. It wasn’t the same Ford from a few days ago, and I wondered if it was because of yesterday or something else.
I pulled back, just enough to look at him. I could see it on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice a little breathless from the kiss. “Did I do something wrong? Is it…is it because of Axel?”
“No, not at all.” His eyes were a little distant, a thoughtful frown tugging at his lips. He reached up, his fingers touching the key hanging from his neck. “I think,” he began, his voice slow, almost a murmur, “this key…I think it goes to that cage around your cock, doesn’t it?”
I smiled, hoping this was a positive development. "When did you figure it out?" I asked, a mix of curiosity and dread swirling in my gut. Somehow he knew. My face grew hot, remembering all the times I’d casually dismissed it, the easy lies I’d told.
His curled finger hooked under my chin, tilting my head back until our eyes met. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Ford asked, his voice soft, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“I was waiting for the right time.” I shrugged. “Trust me, I wasn't going to wait forever, but I liked seeing it around your neck.”
“Even after we were together?” Ford asked, his eyes were still on mine.
“Especially after that.” I squeezed his butt, then slid my hands up to his back, holding him close. “You don't know how much of a tease it is. It’s been like a faucet. I'm pretty much turned on all the time.”
“I can tell,” Ford said, the words practically rumbling out of him. His eyes narrowed, and his grip on me tightened.
I pushed his hand aside and leaned in, my voice dropping to a low, husky murmur. “Does that mean you don't want to fuck me?”
Ford's eyes blazed, his lips just inches from mine. “I definitely did not say that.”
Before I could even process his words, his hands were on my ass, a firm, possessive grip that made me yelp in surprise.
In one fluid motion, he hoisted me up, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
The world tilted, a blur of cabin porch, dirt, and trees, before settling on the sturdy expanse of Ford’s back.
My legs dangled, and I could feel the powerful muscles of his shoulders beneath my stomach.
He started walking into the house, but not towards the stairs.
To the living room.
In a matter of seconds, I felt the soft impact of the couch cushion beneath me. Ford was already in front of me, stripping off his shirt. I watched the key dangle then fall against his smooth chest.
My hands were everywhere, fumbling with the buttons of his jeans, desperate to get them off. He mirrored my urgency, tearing at my sweats. We were a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths on the couch, a soft groan escaping Ford’s lips as I pushed myself up to take my shirt off.
Ford pushed me back against the couch and straddled me, his growing erection, straining against the thin fabric of his briefs, rubbing against my stomach.
A choked sound left my throat, born from pure anticipation.
My own cock, still caged and encased in my jockstrap, ached with a familiar, delicious throb.
He leaned down, kissing me harder, our tongues battling for dominance.
This wasn't gentle or tender; it was raw and primal. When the cold metal of the key touched my chest, a bolt of lightning shot through me—a reminder that Ford now knew. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back slightly, exposing his throat. I trailed kisses down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin, before latching onto the side, by his Adam’s apple, and sucking hard.
He gasped, throwing his head back farther, and shifted forward on my lap, rubbing his hard dick against my body. “Fuck, Dylan.” His voice was rough, full of hunger, and his eyes were wild, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“Take…take those off,” I managed to say, gesturing to his briefs.
With a low growl, Ford fumbled with his waistband and yanked them down. His thick cock was already fully hard. My mouth started watering just looking at it.
Before I could taste him again, he forcefully pushed me back, sliding his hands under me to cup my ass.
With one move, he swept my feet above my head, leaving my hole completely exposed.
I grabbed my legs just behind the knees while Ford’s strong hands held me in place.
His gaze dropped, eager and intense, to my ass, causing a quiver of anticipation to flutter through me. “Fuck, you look good in a jockstrap.”
Instinctively, I tensed, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability swirling in my gut. Without hesitation, he knelt and buried his face between my cheeks. For a second, I felt his warm breath on my hole before his tongue flicked out and went up, down, and all around.
A gasp tore from my throat, followed by an involuntary moan.
The unexpected sensation was almost overwhelming, sending a thrilling shock of pleasure through my body.
He licked, slowly at first, then with more confidence, tracing all the little seams down there.
I felt his teeth nip my inner thighs, then his tongue deepened its exploration, pressing against me, pleading for entry.
A low hum filled the room until I realized it was him, moaning into my body.
I could almost feel the vibration in my core.
A few guys had gone down this road before, but not like Ford.
His tongue pushed again, firmer now, finding a spot that made my toes curl.
“There!” I grabbed his hair, holding him in place. “Right there!”
“You like that?”
“Uh-huh” was all I could say as he worked his magic with a practiced rhythm, circling, pressing, then diving deeper with a bold eagerness that made me groan like a fucking porn star.
Because of his strength, my hands were free to grip his hair, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to anchor myself to the dizzying bliss he was creating.
My breaths were short and ragged, my body arching into his touch, completely at his mercy as he buried his face between my cheeks, claiming my hole as his.
Slowly, his tongue trailed up, a hot, wet path from my hole, over my perineum, until it reached my balls.
With my cock straining against its confines, my scrotum was pulled tight.
His stubble against my smooth, hairless skin made my hole clench.
He went farther up, teasing my cock through the opening in the black nylon cage.
I could feel his urgency, mirroring my own.
My dick was aching, throbbing, begging for release.
With just a few words, he could finally unlock it.
The last few days, with the constant presence of the roofers, had been a torturous tease. A light, playful swat to my exposed ass took me by surprise but only heightened my arousal.
“Hold on,” Ford said, pulling back suddenly. "Just give me a second. Don’t move." He untangled himself from me, stood, and was halfway up the stairs before I could even ask what he was doing.
My body was screaming for him. I couldn't just lie there.
Gravity had kept my legs flipped up, so without changing position, my hand dropped between my legs and my fingers found my tight, pre-slicked hole.
I pushed one digit inside, a sharp intake of breath escaping me as I felt the stretch.
It had been a few days since he fucked me, and I was only too eager to prepare myself for him.
If that’s what he wanted.
I worked a second finger in, then a third, slowly, carefully, coaxing my body to relax, to open up. The friction felt incredible, a different kind of heat building, a deep ache that promised more. Just as I was about to try for a fourth, I felt a shadow fall over me.
My eyes flew open to see Ford standing there, a small bottle of lube in his hand and a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I see you’ve been busy.”
“If you’ve got a problem, customer service isn’t available right now, but my asshole is.”
Without another word, he squirted a generous dollop of the clear gel onto two fingers, and while keeping that smoldering gaze on me, slid them into me, right alongside mine.
“Oh, fuck!”
My gasp was immediate, the sudden fullness almost shocking.
His fingers were bigger than mine, and while the added lubrication made the stretch more bearable, he could do more with them from his angle.
One by one, he switched my fingers with his, working them in slowly, rhythmically, deeper and deeper.
I couldn’t tell how many fingers were in me, but if the precum dribbling onto my stomach was any indication, it didn’t matter.
“More,” I whined, writhing on the couch, my hips rising to meet his hand. “Please.”
Instead, he pulled his fingers out, and for a heart-stopping second, I thought he was going to leave again. Another fucking whimper escaped, a desperate plea, but then I watched him slather lube all over his swollen shaft and I fucking knew I was about to see the pearly gates of gay heaven.
Just the feel of the head of his cock pressing against my hole brought a smile to my face.
“Hold on to something,” Ford warned.
My breath caught as he thrust forward, slamming all the way in at once. “Fuck!”
“You good?”
I nodded, and before I could say anything else, Ford’s hands clamped onto my thighs and with a guttural roar, he lunged into me, pounding his body against mine. It was so intense, the couch started to move backward with each thrust, but Ford just kept fucking.
The noises coming out of me were incomprehensible. He was a machine. I barely had time to process how amazing he was at sex because every time I thought I couldn't possibly feel any more full, any more stretched, he’d push me past it to a new plane of ecstasy.
Ford was a force of nature above me, every muscle in his body straining with the effort.
Sweat slicked his skin, glistening on his shoulders and chest, and I could feel drops falling onto my body.
His jaw was set, the veins popping in his neck, and his breath hitched with every thrust. The desperate urgency in the moment stole my breath away.
When the couch finally came to rest against the wall, he had more leverage. There was no time for sighs, no sweet, whispered nothings in my ear—just a sudden, all-consuming heat that threatened to split me open. This wasn’t just everything I craved; it was everything, full stop.
There would never be another Ford.
“Ford!” I choked out, a raw plea, a desperate affirmation.
“Yeah?”
“Breed me.”
He leaned forward, our foreheads touching for a few seconds as we kissed, our breath coming in quick, panting gasps as he continued to fuck.
The couch groaned, protesting under the force Ford was subjecting it to, but I barely heard anything over the roar in my ears and the desperate, breathless moans that tore from my throat.
I was barely hanging on, just riding the wave, waiting for my body to tell me when to let go.
This was it. This was everything I’d been missing.
My hands explored his slick chest, trailing down his stomach, feeling the muscle flex and harden with each thrust. I watched his head fall back, eyes closed, mesmerized by the raw passion on his face, and it was too much.
“I’m close,” I panted, my voice barely audible.
His eyes snapped open and locked onto mine, blazing with an intensity that sent a fresh shiver through me.
I felt the wave coming, a glorious, undeniable rush.
My vision blurred. A guttural groan ripped from my throat as my hips arched, pushing against Ford’s grasp.
I thrust up and clenched, a hot flood spreading across my stomach.
Ford slammed, hard and fast, into my hole. My eyes widened, watching him, as his body tensed, every muscle straining, and then his eyes squeezed shut as his face contorted in exquisite pleasure.
I smiled, drunk from the knowledge that he was unloading his cum inside me. He let out a strangled cry, his body rigid, then collapsed against me, his weight both heavy and comforting.
We lay there, tangled and spent, the silence punctuated only by our breath and the rhythmic whir of the ceiling fan.
His cock didn’t feel like it was getting soft any time soon, but that was fine with me.
The scent of sweat and our release filled my nostrils, a delicious musk that clung to our skin. I never wanted to shower again.
“You were amazing,” Ford said, mumbling against my chest.
“I just laid here.”
“You didn’t just do anything. You took?—”
“The fuck of a lifetime?” I finished for him.
“I was gonna say you took me so well. That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
“That makes two of us.” My body hummed, satiated and deeply content, happy that it was as good for him as it was for me.
“I don’t want to move.” Ford’s forehead was pressed against my shoulder, his breath warm on my skin. His cock was still inside me. I didn’t want him to move either, so I ran my fingers through his damp hair and held him in my arms.