Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Mike
It was embarrassing how long I’d stood staring at the apartment door. Dylan had left and I felt like a dog without its master, staring at the door, just waiting for him to return and offer me affection.
“Those pants, huh?” Erik smirked, leaning against the wall near the hallway. “I gotta say, they would’ve worked on me, too.”
“Don’t stare at Dylan’s ass!” I snapped, blushing furiously.
Erik just laughed.
I still couldn’t believe that the sexiest pants ever had been for my pleasure only. It seemed that Dylan had planned on seducing me and somehow informed Erik about it, too, if Dylan’s excitement to Erik was to be trusted. Had they conspired behind my back? Not that I minded. Those pants though…
“I think I’ll take a shower while they’re out,” I announced, all but fleeing into my room.
I could hear Erik laugh as he made his way into Dylan’s room. Finally, I had some peace to get my mind together, but first I needed some goddamn relief.
Clean sweatpants, sweater, and boxers were all I needed before I entered the bathroom.
I’d never been this hard in my life. Yes, it had gone down when my mom showed up, but seeing Dylan’s ass in those pants as he left the apartment had been nothing but pure seduction.
I was hard and aching, a real problem when I normally worried about Erik being there.
But he wouldn’t come in here and that was all the security I needed to finally find some relief.
I hurried to turn on the shower so it could heat up while I stripped.
My poor dick had felt neglected for far too long, ever since I found Erik, really.
It was no wonder I’d hit this pent-up stage where I feared I would come in my pants from just the sight of Dylan.
That kiss we’d shared had been so damn hot that I was actually thinking of just coming right then and there.
The warm water soothed me as I stepped under the spray, my body still feeling all achy and sore from being drained, but I ignored that.
Grabbing my dick, I slowly pumped to find some relief before grabbing the conditioner.
I hadn’t used that as lubricant since I was still living at home, but there was no way I could hide lube in here, not when I shared the bathroom with Dylan.
I also couldn’t tell Erik to stay away from my room because I needed to masturbate, that would just be humiliating.
Conditioner would have to do.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back against the cold tiles, imagining Dylan in front of me.
It was his hand on my dick. His eyes roaming over my body as he gave me that sexy smirk he tended to do whenever he said anything flirtatious.
He was in his leather pants, of course, the water cascading down the black leather, his torso wet and inviting.
My hand sped up, the visual too good to drag it out. Dylan leaned in and whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart.” And that did it. I groaned as I came, my body shivering.
The bliss didn’t last, though. Before I’d even finished washing out my hair, my dick was hardening again. It wanted the real Dylan and I had to agree with it. The real deal would’ve been much better.
As I got dry and dressed, now able to actually think, I thought about Dylan being my anchor.
I had heard of anchors before, mainly because we’d had one in our family at one point.
My great aunt had bonded with my great uncle when they’d started dating.
But because I’d truly believed I would never get my abilities, I hadn’t been that interested in learning about what being an anchor meant, for the medium or for the anchor.
Dylan wasn’t mad we were bonded for life, no, he seemed to truly be pleased by the thought.
I couldn’t help but wonder if Dylan might’ve liked me for longer than I knew, simply because I felt like I still needed to catch up to all of this.
It could also be the fact that Dylan was the only man I’d ever found attractive.
I’d found some to be nice looking, sure, but I’d never wanted to kiss or fuck another man, not until Dylan.
He could’ve taken this easier and in stride—which was such a Dylan thing to do—simply because he knew he was into both men and women; their personality was what he said he was into.
Or, perhaps he’d liked me for a while. I would need to talk this through with him when he returned.
Why Dylan had waited until I’d eaten to tell me we were basically more than married, I totally got.
I also got why he’d been so possessive over me when Vera showed up.
It made sense with him being my anchor. Also, my need to stand close to him.
Or just touch him. He’d made my pain disappear, had soothed the ache I’d felt just from touching him. I couldn’t deny we truly were bonded.
My chest felt light and fluttery just thinking about Dylan being mine.
He was mine. Forever. And I couldn’t even pretend to be sad about it.
Couldn’t even lie to myself and act like I needed more time, because I didn’t.
I knew Dylan was my person and had slowly realized how perfect being with him would be. And now I was his.
I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling all agitated that Dylan wasn’t home yet. I needed him here. Needed his touch. His presence.
“Feeling better?” Erik smirked as I entered the living room once I’d gotten dressed.
I should’ve felt embarrassed by his knowing tone, but instead I took in the room and blurted,” Did you clean?”
Erik nodded. “I thought it best to put the rest of the waffles in the fridge and then I just got started. It was nice doing something for a change and not just watch TV.”
“Feel free to clean whenever you please,” I smiled. “I don’t know if me asking this is insensitive, but…” he made a go-ahead gesture. “How long ago did you die?”
“Five years,” he replied, like it was a normal question to be asked. “Which is also why I’m not in a rush to find Marcus. He’ll hopefully be happy with someone else by now, but I still need to see it for myself before I leave.”
Swallowing, I nodded. Why was it so hard talking about death? Maybe it was because I now had Dylan and just thinking of leaving him behind, or him leaving me…
The apartment door opened and closed, and there he was. My Dylan. The dark thoughts fled away as I ran to him. I didn’t even think. I just needed.
“Honey, I’m ho—oomph!” Dylan was now on the floor; our groceries scattered around us.
I didn’t even care. My lips claimed his, my hands eagerly trying to get him naked.
“Sweetheart,” Dylan panted once we’d stopped kissing.
I had his hoodie over his head in an instant, now focusing on those damn leather pants.
“Need you naked,” I stated, kissing down his neck, then his chest and stomach. I wanted to kiss every part of his skin.
“I’m all for that,” he groaned, tilting his head back in pure ecstasy as I licked his abs.
I unbuttoned his pants and started cursing.
They were practically glued on. Growling, I settled for getting his dick out.
I was on a mission and I wanted to taste my anchor.
I needed to power through before I could feel insecure or embarrassed.
I had no idea if Dylan had ever been with another man before, but I hadn’t and I wasn’t about to stall and start second guessing myself. I just needed him in my mouth now.
Dylan tilted his hips, helping me bring the pants down just enough for me to free him.
“Fuck, Mike,” he moaned as I finally got his dick out.
He was hard and heavy in my grip. I had another man’s dick in my hand and I felt like I’d been handed a new toy to play with.
What sounds would he make? Would he enjoy me licking around the head or would he prefer suction more? I couldn’t wait to find out.
I licked the head, basking in the sounds Dylan made as I got into it. His hand found my hair, holding tight and that had me groaning as I continued to lick and taste him.
“Sweetheart,” Dylan gritted. “I-I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” I wasn’t doing anything special, just licking around and enjoying the feel of his dick on my tongue, the different parts of him a new experience as my tongue licked over each spot.
I would be disappointed if I hadn’t had his whole dick in my mouth before he came.
So I hurried things along, taking the head in first, sucking and bobbing as I carefully swallowed more of his length.
My hand came into play when I had to admit defeat.
There was no way I could take all of him.
My hand would have to help me out, stroking the base as I continued to suck him down.
Dylan was groaning and panting, his breathing erratic as he lifted his head from the floor to watch me with intense eyes. I was so hard and aching just from tasting him, my hips had started thrusting against his leg, desperate for some friction.
A harder tug on my scalp had my eyes pinging to his.
His eyes were dark, the green no longer a light shining thing but a forest green of lust. “Mine,” he growled, and then he came, his satisfied grunt enough to make me come, too, my mind a blissful place as I choked on his cum, not anticipating that much.
After swallowing, I joined him on the floor, both of us panting and sated. I’d just given my first ever blowjob and I’d loved every second of it.
“Sweetheart,” Dylan rasped. “Please tell me Erik didn’t see that.”
I couldn’t help it. The bliss. The sated contentment. I laughed, feeling lighter than air. Dylan joined me, both of us happy as we basked in the afterglow on the hardwood flooring.
Erik’s voice called from one of the rooms, “Is it safe to come out now?!”