28. Brad
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I pressed Dylan against the door, my hands already sliding over his body. There were too many layers, too many clothes between us. I wanted to feel every inch of him, wanted to kiss every piece of skin I could reach. He’d been so happy on the lake, and I felt this continual longing in my chest. Like everything was just so right.
When he suggested we return to the hotel, it took everything in my power to not act like a maniac rowing us back to shore or tell our cab driver to go faster every two seconds. Before, I wouldn’t have thought that Dylan was much the romantic type — not in the traditional sense — but a boat ride and a view of the Eiffel Tower were enough to send him over the edge, apparently.
He groaned as my lips pressed against his neck, desperately kissing his flesh. My fingers went to his jeans to undo them. I needed as much of him as I could have, needed to see him, needed to have him under me.
Dylan was so pliant to my touch, leaning in and letting me do as I pleased. It was this sensation of ultimate trust, and I felt myself wanting to take such careful care of him. We stumbled out of our clothes, tossed in a pile in the middle of the room, and Dylan pushed me to get on the bed.
I complied, lying back on the pillows as he joined me. To my surprise, he didn’t crawl on top of me, but settled himself between my legs. My length twitched, already semi-hard, at just the prospect. Dylan’s fingers caressed my length, and he glanced up at me with those half-lidded eyes. Like he was waiting for me to encourage him.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mumbled.
That seemed to be enough. His long, deft fingers stroked along my length, and I groaned. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip, and I shuddered. Slowly, he worked his way around my head, licking teasingly as his fingers continued to pleasure me.
Fuck. I knew he was a tease, but I was feeling impatient. How long was he planning to drive me crazy?
Part of me wanted to ask, but the other part just wanted to savor the sensations. I was selfish enough with him. I didn’t need to rush him when he was being so amazing.
After what felt like an eternity, my cock fully hard. He parted his pretty lips and took the head into his mouth. I moaned and reached down to run my fingers through his hair.
“So good, baby,” I said, wanting him to know just how much I loved this.
His fingers continued to work along my shaft, pleasing me where his mouth hadn’t yet gotten to. He bobbed along my length, taking in a little more each time he went down. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I groaned deep and low. It felt so good. His hot, wet mouth felt incredible on my throbbing length. Part of me wanted to come just like this, letting Dylan’s pretty lips pleasure me until I came in his mouth.
I always wanted more of him, though. He was so sweet and gentle, even when I fucked him. All at once, he took every inch of my cock inside his mouth, and I groaned his name, hips arching off the bed almost of their own will. Dylan choked.
“Shit- I’m sorry.” I was trying my best to be gentle, but my voice sounded gruff and turned on even to my own ears.
He glanced up at me, his eyes burning dark with desire, and he continued to slide along my length. Maybe he wasn’t as delicate as I always treated him, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I didn’t want to hurt him — I wanted to keep him safe and smiling as often as possible. Which was a feat to even think about when he was driving me crazy with pleasure.
His fingers caressed my balls, and I jerked at the feeling. Dylan’s tongue pressed against the underside of my cock on each pass upward, and I could feel my pleasure increasing with every motion. “Dylan…Dylan…fuck, come here,” I said, trying my best to hold back. It took every ounce of willpower I could manage.
He pulled off my throbbing cock with a lewd popping sound and looked at me with a faint sense of confusion. “No good?”
“Fuck, babe…no. You’re too good, you’re incredible. I just want to be inside you.”
A faint smile flickered across his face. “Don’t move.” He slid off the bed to retrieve the lube and a condom, and I watched his pretty lithe body as he moved so gracefully around the room.
When he got back on the bed, my breathing had evened out again, and I reached out, wanting to touch him more. I wanted him close — there wasn’t any way to get enough of him. He opened the lube and slicked up his fingers, sitting toward me with his legs spread wide so I could see every piece of him. My breath caught as he slid his fingers to his ass, not wasting any time before sliding the slicked up digits inside of himself.
Dylan was a work of art. His pretty cock curved toward his belly, his pink hole stretched lewdly around his pretty fingers. Every piece of him was perfect, and it was almost too much just to watch and not touch him yet. He didn’t stop me, but there was something in his gaze that made me want to just take him in. His fingers slid inside himself over and over, his lips parted in a picture of ecstasy, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes full of desire.
“Fuck…babe, you look so good like that. Does it feel good?”
He nodded, teeth worrying along his bottom lip. Such a tease, even though I doubted he meant to be. “Mm, you feel better, though.”
My cock throbbed at his words. “Come here, then, baby, I need you…” My voice was hardly more than a whisper.
He paused for a moment, like he was considering. His fingers slid out of his ass with a lewd noise, and my cock throbbed as I watched him move closer. “Let me,” he whispered.
Thin fingers reached out, and he rolled the condom onto my dick before squirting more lube and spreading it onto my hard cock. I hissed at the sudden coldness, but it was forgotten from his delicate touch. Only then did Dylan move, straddling my hips and positioning himself with my length at his entrance.
Our gazes met, and I offered him a faint, encouraging smile. He was just so perfect like this, and it was so much better than all the fantasies I’d ever had about him. I’d dreamed of having him in so many ways over the years. In my room in the frat house, in the quad in the dark of night. Hell, in the skate park in front of everyone. I’d thought of it all, all the pretty sounds he’d make and the different ways I’d twist his pretty body and pleasure him for hours.
Every single thought paled compared to the sight of a masterpiece before me.
My hand went to his hip, and that seemed to be enough to compel him to lower himself, sinking down on my cock. My breath caught in my throat, pleasure coursing through me as his tight heat enveloped me.
“ Fuck …oh my god,” I groaned.
Dylan’s head tipped back as he continued to lower himself, not stopping until I was all the way inside him, pressed as deep as I could go. He stilled, panting as he adjusted to the sensation of being full. My cock throbbed inside him, and part of me ached to just fuck him hard and fast — now. More than anything, however, I didn’t want to hurt him.
Even if I couldn't think straight with his tightness wrapped around me.
Moments passed before his breathing began to calm. Finally, he lifted himself up and rocked back and forth. I was so deep inside him, and the sensation was already overwhelming. My fingers tightened on his hip, the other hand coming to rest on his other side.
Fingers pressed tighter, almost wanting to leave marks, so he’d know that he was mine. That no one else could have this, that it was mine to savor. Part of me wanted to kiss my name into his skin, just so everyone could know all about how much he was mine. So he could know too and never doubt it again.
He seemed to be just as worked up as me, though, and he drew himself up further and slammed back down onto my cock. We groaned together, his raspy voice sounding so delicious. He settled into a rhythm, working himself up and down on my length, his ass tightening around me over and over.
My cock pulsed inside him, and I traced the sight of him with my gaze as the pleasure spread through my body. Taking in his parted lips, his sharp Adam’s apple, the sweat pooling at his sharp collarbones. He was thin, but well defined from his years of skateboarding, muscles softly written into his flesh.
As he began to bounce more rhythmically, moans kept slipping from his lips like he couldn’t hold them back. Maybe he couldn’t.
It got to be too much, and I pulled him close. His eyes opened in surprise, and I pressed my lips against his, kissing him desperately as I rolled us both over. Dylan groaned into the kiss, and his arms wound around my neck, holding me close. His legs closed around my waist, and he shifted, urging me to continue.
I kissed him roughly, feeling his soft lips against my own, all needy and desperate. I thrust inside of him, not holding back. His tight heat felt so amazing around me, and I licked my way into his mouth, swallowing his filthy sounds as I fucked him harder.
Dylan kept moaning, holding me closer and closer as though he couldn’t get enough. His ass clenched around me, like he was getting greedy or close to release. His tongue pressed against mine, desperate and seeking pleasure like his life depended on it.
My thrusts sped up, desperation creeping into my every movement. My arms wound around him, needing to feel him as close as possible as I pounded into his pliant body. “Fuck, baby ,” I gasped for breath, pulling away.
How had I waited for so long for this beautiful creature to be mine? If I’d told him all those years ago, could we have been doing this so much longer?
Dylan bit his lip, teeth worrying as though lost in pleasure. He looked so pretty like that. I held on tighter, and the sound of our bodies meeting filled the room along with our moans. I kissed along his neck, needing more and more to feel him and taste him.
His hand slipped between our bodies, and I felt him jerk at his cock as I continued to fuck into him harder and harder. He arched against me, and it only took a few jerks of his pretty cock and a few thrusts against that sweet spot inside him and he was releasing. Coming with a loud cry of my name, a few choice expletives, his lips all pretty and red from biting them. His ass tightened around my cock impossibly as he worked through the pleasure.
My hips stuttered, and I knew I was mere moments away from releasing myself. Only a couple of extra thrusts inside his tight body and there it was. A wave of pleasure overcame me and I groaned, holding onto Dylan as waves of white hot pleasure coursed through my body. From the very top of my head down to my toes, every nerve was alight with pleasure as I came, spilling into the condom.
When I began to come down from my pleasure high, I noticed his hands resting on my back as though soothing me. “You’re so good…” he breathed, kissing my cheek. “Amazing.”
I couldn’t help but smile and kiss his lips. “And you’re perfect.”