33. Dylan
33
DYLAN
T he morning light streamed in and I groaned as it stirred me into wakefulness. It took another moment or two for my mind to catch up that I was in London, that we were in another hotel. That Brad was in the bed next to mine, still sleeping away.
Yesterday was filled with tourist traps and travel from Paris, but even still it was nice. I didn’t know what the day was supposed to be, didn’t care. It was all just nice to see everything. The need to piss brought me into full awareness, and I groaned at the realization that it meant I had to get out of bed.
Fumbling out of the covers, I padded to the bathroom. The sooner it was done, the sooner I could get back in bed.
When I got out — relieved and teeth brushed — I wondered if Brad would mind if I hopped in with him. I couldn’t see much of him, just a spray of hair and a lump under the beige comforter. Of course he wouldn’t, right? It was cold in the morning. I slipped under the covers before I could overthink it, curling up next to him. He was lying on his back, and I tossed my leg over him, my arm around his muscular chest. The rise and fall of his breathing was soothing, and I exhaled a deep breath.
“Mm…is it morning?” came Brad’s voice, low and raspy from waking up.
I looked up at him, taking in the way his eyes were still half closed, his hair all messed up on his forehead, his sharp jawline looking so traceable. “Mhm. Good morning.” I pressed a soft kiss against his chest.
His arm wound around me, running up and down my bare back. “This is the best way to wake up.”
“Oh yeah? I can think of a few better ways,” I teased, smiling.
His eyebrows shot up. “Oh? You woke up in a good mood.”
How could I not want to feel him as often as possible when he looked like this? When he was just so sweet and kind and wanted to be with me this way? No one made me feel this safe before. No one made me feel like I was going to be okay the way Brad did.
Maybe I could have told him that, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how the words would come out. So I pressed my lips against his chest again and moved to straddle his hips. “Are you complaining?” I ran my hands along his defined bulging muscles.
He hummed. “Not at all. Can we do this every morning?”
I laughed and leaned down to capture his lips with mine. We kissed languidly for long moments. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I groaned against him, wanting him even more as we kissed. Everything about being with Brad was so exciting. Starting with his sexy body and ending with the way he made me feel so safe. How had I missed this before?
He grabbed my ass, and I pulled away from the kiss, not wanting to waste more time. I kicked off my clothes and ripped Brad’s off him too, tossing them onto the floor as I fumbled through my bag for the lube and a condom. We’d deal with the mess later.
Once I got back on the bed, Brad grabbed me and pushed me onto my back, laying me on the pillows. I laughed, letting him put me any way he wanted me.
Parting my legs, I watched as he slicked himself up once I reassured him I didn’t need extra preparation. He’d been true to his word yesterday, fucking me almost as soon as we got back to the room. Brad grabbed one of my legs and propped it onto his shoulder, sliding between my legs and positioning himself at my entrance.
I bit my lip and nodded. He slid inside me, and I gasped as his thickness breached me. It felt like I was being split open as he pressed further, filling me up with his cock. My eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of the pleasure and pain that swarmed inside me. He felt so good, and part of me wanted him to not hesitate to fuck me as hard as he wanted, but still another part of me enjoyed the laziness of the morning, enjoyed the way it felt to have him slowly fill me up.
The angle of his hips was enough to drive me crazy, though. The way I was propped made him hit that spot deep inside me as he slid inside. He stilled once he was buried to the hilt, and I groaned as I adjusted to being so full. I took in a shaky breath, trying to steady myself as the pain melted away into pleasure.
“Move,” I whispered, still a little sleepy. This all felt like the most wonderful dream. Brad pressing against me, filling me up with his hard cock, and knowing that I was giving him pleasure as he groaned.
He moved in and out of me, setting up a deep, slow motion inside of me. Every movement drove me crazy, the sensation of his length pressing against that delicious bundle of nerves inside me every time he thrust. My fingers felt for purchase on the sheets, clutching them as he kept sliding in and out of me.
“Fuck, babe, you feel amazing,” he said, voice coming out strained.
My gaze fluttered back open, and I reached out for him. My leg slid from his shoulder, and he lowered himself down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, not wanting to let him out of my touch as he fucked me open.
Soft sounds slipped from my throat and into the kiss as our tongues pressed together. Everything was languid and calm as we moved together. Brad’s thrusts were slow and steady, filling me up over and over in a way that made me feel hot all over. Something about this early morning fuck was so perfectly right.
Brad rolled us over on our sides, still pressed together. I kept my hold on him, afraid to let go for even a minute. Brad’s hands wandered down my back and to my ass, fingers pressing against my flesh as he thrust into me over and over.
I broke the kiss, gasping for air, head tilting onto the pillows again as we rutted against each other. The pleasure was building with every thrust inside, and part of me wanted to be needy and ask for more, but then it just felt so good like this that I didn’t want it to end. I even considered just asking to stay this way for a while, my ass warming his cock for a while until we had to get up.
The part that won out was the insatiable need for more and more of Brad. I wondered, somewhere in the back of my mind, when we could take condoms out of the equation. I wanted to feel his release spill inside of me.
“Fuck, babe…baby, I’m close,” he cautioned me, fingers tightening on my hips.
I nodded, too tired still to do much more than that. Despite knowing I was close too, I didn’t bother to reach between us and stroke my cock. I didn’t want to change a thing about this moment, didn’t want to interrupt the right angle of his cock thrusting inside of me.
His hips slammed into me, a sudden harshness that hadn’t been there until that moment. It caught me off guard, and I cried out. A couple more thrusts just like that and stars flashed behind my eyelids, and I was coming on his cock, moaning over and over as my release spilled over my stomach. The pleasure coursed through my entire body, making every part of me tingle and swim with desire.
When I came down from the high, I realized Brad was coming too. He groaned repeatedly, saying my name in between his sounds, hips jerking into me unsteadily as he released into the condom.
I brushed my fingers through his hair, trying my best to soothe him through his release as much as I could. His hair was damp and clung to his forehead. Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to his head.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, and a hand came to caress my face. “You’re perfect, Dyl.”
My heart felt warm, and I smiled. Not worried about anything but the simple sensation that this man who I trusted and who’d been my friend for so many years now thought so highly of me. In a way that made me want to blush like a child and run and hide. The feeling that made me want to cry it was just filled with such pure emotion.
Something daringly close to a feeling I was scared to name.