Chapter 6 #3
A strangled moan punched out of my lungs, which Dylan caught with his mouth. He pressed harder, chased my tongue, dominating my mouth and surprising the fuck out of me with the strength of his kisses.
I should have questioned it. Probably should have pulled away.
But with the intensity of how he fucked my mouth with his tongue, how he punched his hips against mine as he gave me his whole weight, nothing short of someone dragging me away by my feet could have stopped me.
With his hand already on my chest, he caressed my flesh, fingers swiping over my nipple. A shudder barreled through me, making me cling on for dear life, chasing this moment.
His kisses. His touches.
But fuck did I want it.
Want more.
Want everything.
The realization snapped into me with the force of a tidal wave. I pulled back, our lips parting.
Our breathing heavy, the warmth pressing against my lips, I opened my eyes.
Already peering down at me with half-lidded eyes surrounded by flushed skin, Dylan looked as fucked as I felt.
It should have been the moment to stop, the time to chuckle this off and scramble away. But with my dick harder than it had ever been before and liquid courage in my veins, I didn’t want to. Wasn’t even sure I could if I tried.
The only thing stopping this would be Dylan.
And while his eyes were a little glazed and I was pretty sure he was as bewildered as I was, he remained atop me, weight still on me as his gaze roamed my face.
Somehow I managed to form words. They were shaky as hell as the reality of the moment, the possibility, slotted into place. “You’re the only person I trust. I think the only person I can ever truly trust.”
The hitch in his breath and the flare in his eyes let me know he understood where I was going with this.
“We don’t have to, but fuck, Dyl, if there’s ever going to be a man who I felt I could do this with, it’s you. It will always be you.”
The words were out there, snapped taut between us.
This was my best friend. Our friendship was everything. The last thing I wanted to do was mess with that.
“What if it fucks everything up?”
His words may as well have been tugged from my heart.
I swallowed and took a steadying breath, still holding on to him. It should have been strange, clinging to Dylan like this after the kiss that I suspected would be scored into my memory forever.
“We won’t let it.” I believed it, trusted it.
Trusted us to have this. The voice in my brain told me I was a selfish dick for wanting this, but it didn’t stop me from saying, “Just this once, and then we shake it off, talk about it if we want to or never mention it again. You’re my best friend, Dyl. That’ll never change.”
I didn’t mention that he was leaving anyway, and I’d soon be heading out in a whole new direction. There was no need. He knew our story as well as I did.
“And you want to fuck me?” Intensity filled his voice as his focus zeroed in completely on my reaction.
“Yeah.” The click of my swallow was impossible to not hear. “If you’ll let me.” Heat flooded my cheeks. “If I don’t freak the hell out.”
With a soft gaze, Dylan moved his hand and cupped my cheek. It was a gesture he’d done a million times, but not quite like this, and definitely not with his hard dick pushed against my own.
“You’re safe with me. If you change your mind, you can. If you want to stop, that’s okay. If you want to close your eyes, that’s okay too.”
Jesus. Emotion rushed into my chest.
This right here was why he had to be the one.
How could I even begin to trust someone so implicitly? It wasn’t possible.
Allowing his words to settle in my chest, I took a fortifying breath and tried to shrug off the nerves and the intensity that was serious and so not us.
I kicked my lips up into a smile, relaxing into the gesture, taking comfort that, between the unexpected reality I found myself in, this was Dylan. The guy who’d thought it was an awesome idea to stick a french fry up his nose when he was seven, only for it to get stuck.
“Just to make it clear, there’s not a chance I’m going to be closing my eyes. If I’m getting the opportunity to see your asshole, no way am I missing it.”
His laughter was loud and abrupt. “Fuck off. Don’t make this weird.”
Relief swept through me, amusement thick and heavy in its wake. “There’s something weird about your asshole? I think I might change my mind,” I teased.
“Fucking hell.”
He made to fall off me, but I held on tight.
“You’re impossible.”
I rolled my hips, reveling in the hitch in his breath and just how hard he still was. “And you’re just as horny.”
He groaned in a “you’re fucking impossible” way and collapsed on me, burying his head next to the crook of my neck. “It’s only because no one has touched my cock in six months.”
Surprised, I pushed his chest a little to see his face.
“What?” he said, a little defensively. “I’ve been busy finishing my associate’s degree and working all the hours at the diner.”
“And you couldn’t squirrel in ten minutes for a bj? Dude, no wonder you’re so hard. You’re going to go off like a rocket.” Not clamping down on my excitement, I wriggled my eyebrows, my smile broad. Fuck, I so wanted to see him shoot his load and lose his mind.
Something I’d never truly considered wanting to see before.
But right here, right now, I was so up for it.
“You think you’ve got what it takes to make me come that hard?” The challenge was there, his smirk all amusement.
“Dyl, it’s like you don’t know me at all.” I squeezed his ass for good measure, liking a little too much the darkening of his eyes and the way his gaze dipped to my mouth.
“Let me get my toiletry bag and head to the bathroom.”
And he was gone, and this was really fucking happening.
Holy shit.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, I was on my feet. Nerves skated across my skin as I undressed, trying not to think too long and hard about what was about to happen.
I attempted to push the doubt and worry aside, reminding myself of all the reasons why this wasn’t the worst idea in the world. Hell, maybe it was something I should have considered the first time I realized I had an issue.
Dylan always made everything better.
Just being in his orbit was usually enough to settle whatever bugged me.
He could make me laugh and relax. The asshole could even make me cry. He could help make my worries disappear.
And apparently, he could make me come.
Hopefully.
It was a mindfuck, but back to not thinking about that, I snatched my discarded towel from earlier and spread it on the bed. Then I settled on it and paid attention to my dick.
Still hard, my cock jerked.
That was something. My cock being on board helped settle some of the buzzing in my brain.
Supplies. I needed supplies.
Butt naked, I jumped off the mattress and went to my bag. I rummaged around for the lube and the condoms and smiled in triumph. I’d nearly not packed these, but it was actually Dylan’s voice in my head that had made me grab them last minute.
The asshole was an unofficial Boy Scout. His mantra of “being prepared” had long ago been drilled into me. My cock jerked and precum glistened despite the direction of my thoughts when I considered the contents of his toiletry bag.
Without needing confirmation, I had no doubt that Dylan had a douche stowed away. The thought made me smile, and the precum beading had me chuckling, relieved that the thought of a douche didn’t make my dick droop.
Supplies in hand, I went back to the bed, leaving the covers pushed to the end.
Not a chance I wanted either of us covered up.
This was a onetime deal. That was a discussion we didn’t need to have.
And I wasn’t lying about wanting to see his asshole.
Stroking my cock, I took a steadying breath.
I had this. I wouldn’t freak. Wouldn’t get caught up in my head.
And if there was any mess—I swallowed hard—I’d be fine. I’d get out of my head and man the fuck up.
I grinned as I thought those words, knowing Dylan would slap me around the head at the phrase that, in truth, we both thought was bullshit.
But I did like getting a rise out of Dylan. That would never stop.
The door opening grabbed my attention. My hand froze.
I was here. Spread out on the bed. Naked. Jacking myself off. In front of my friend.
Holy fucking shit.
Any self-doubt flew out the window as soon as I met his gaze and saw the heat in his eyes. Taking in my fill, eating up his exposed skin, I licked my suddenly dry lips.
His cock stood to attention. And unlike me, he was cut, his bulbous head on display, smooth and a deep pink, and looking so fucking lickable.
“Fuck.” I grabbed the root of my cock, surprised by the rush of need.
Immediately, a smirk tilted Dylan’s lips.
“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes and still held on to my throbbing cock. “Just get your ass over here.”
When the fuck did Dylan get so sexy? Like, holy fuck.
That his abs weren’t as defined as mine, I liked a whole lot. That his milky skin was scattered with dark blond hair made it impossible not to eat him up. His chest wasn’t quite smooth—he didn’t wax like I did. The scratch of his light fur would feel so fucking hot brushing against my chest.
It didn’t escape my attention that Dylan took his fill of me either.
It was the first time we’d seen each other this way.
My pecs jerked when his gaze roamed my chest, and his smirk deepened. When his gaze traveled to my hand, still gripping my cock, my breathing turned ragged.
His tongue dipped out and swiped lightly at his bottom lip. Just remembering how he’d fucked my mouth with it had me trembling with need.
His attention landed on the supplies before we finally made eye contact.
Despite the heat in his gaze threatening to set me on fire, his voice was gentle as he settled on the bed, saying, “Anytime you want to stop, just say, okay?”
Fucking hell.
I launched, tugging him toward me while managing to slot him beneath my limbs as I scrambled on top. He reacted with a laugh and an “Oomph.” The latter I caught in a searing kiss.