“It’ll be s’good,” Alec said. Lids heavy, he looked up at Dylan. “Topping is like the Sky Rocket of roller-coasters, but bottoming is like a wild ride on the Screamin’ Demon Express. I promise, you’ll love it.”
Fire shot through Dylan’s veins, leaving behind the scorched remains of his good intentions. His legs felt like overcooked pasta. Dylan swayed, placing a hand on the wall above Alec, propping himself up. Mesmerized, he stared down at the top of Alec’s head, the waves of brown hair. That beautiful mouth…
Full. Spit-slicked. Slowly stretching wider as he slid back down Dylan’s cock.
Dylan wasn’t sure, but he might have let out a whimper. Alec was currently sucking him off as though he’d waited all his life to get his hands and mouth on Dylan.
He’d never felt so worshipped.
“You taste perfect.” Alec licked Dylan’s slit, making Dylan’s vision blur from the shock of pleasure. “Like leather and whisky and salt.”
Several seconds passed with the aching promise of more, and Dylan fought to uncross his eyes. The rasp of a zipper broke through Dylan’s dazed state. And when Alec pulled out his own cock and gave several tugs, Dylan definitely whimpered.
No. Please, just…no.
A part of him demanded he close his eyes again. That he should be picturing a woman kneeling before him. But, God help him, he wanted to watch Alec and the blissful expression on his face. That expressive blue gaze and wide mouth. The quiet slap slap slap of his hand as he stroked himself. Dylan let out a groan, mentally tossing in the last towel.
At this point he might have to hurt anyone who tried to end to this.
Alec’s head was bobbing in earnest now, as if he couldn’t get enough. The wet warmth of his mouth, the reverent stroke of his tongue, and that incredible, incredible suction dragged Dylan closer to the inevitable end. Alec seemed determined to suck the orgasm from Dylan, willing or not.
Panting, throat raw, Dylan fit his palm to Alec’s face and scraped his thumb across the smooth cheek, stroking closer to the mesmerizing lips stretched tight around him. Alec moved up and down along the slick skin, taking him deep. When Dylan’s finger touched where their bodies met, Dylan almost came.
“Alec,” he groaned.
He should let himself blow his load so this would be over.
But if he let himself come this would be over.
And then Alec released Dylan with a wet pop.
“No,” Dylan rasped out.
Mouth parted, Alec moaned out his orgasm, thick ropes of white shooting from Alec’s slit. Dazed and uncoordinated, he absently mouthed Dylan’s cock as he slowly recovered. Dylan wished he could say the same, because no blow job, ever, had been this good, and he hadn’t even come yet. Alec getting off on Dylan getting off took the experience to a whole new level. And the moment was hot as hell.
Whatever Alec wanted, he could have.
That fucking glorious mouth swallowed Dylan back down. Alec’s sticky fingers returned to stroke the base of Dylan’s dick, and something inside him broke.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he needed—
He buried his fingers in Alec’s hair, shoving the brown curtain back for a better view, and clutched the side of Alec’s head for leverage. Cautious at first, Dylan began to rock his hips. When Alec hummed in encouragement, Dylan gripped Alec’s head tight and thrust deep, once, twice.
Intense heat flashed from his groin, a goddamned solar flare shooting from his dick, and Dylan let out a harsh cry. He pressed his forehead against the wall in relief as he emptied himself inside Alec’s throat for what felt like forever. Until Dylan felt heavy. Wrung out.
Bled dry.
Several seconds passed by before Dylan’s endorphin-saturated brain switched back on, and he became aware of the sound of rustling clothes.
When he regained the use of his muscles, Dylan glanced down. Alec sat on the floor at his feet, back against the wall. Eyes closed, he had a content look on his face. Somewhere along the way, Alec had made himself more presentable, his pants now zipped. Unfortunately, they still needed to get the hell out of here. And they would.
Just as soon as Dylan could breathe without making so much noise.
Someone laughed down the hallway, and Dylan tensed, fumbling to fix the front of his pants. If Noah found them here, there’d be hell to pay.
Dylan reached down and pulled Alec to his feet. The man swayed a moment, and guilt sliced Dylan deep. Alec was in no condition to be making important decisions, like whether he wanted his ex-boyfriend or the fake one. Or who to be giving blow jobs to.
Damn.
“We need to get you home before you pass out,” Dylan said.
“Not gonna pass out,” Alec said, eyes still closed. “Just enjoying the post-orgasmic buzz, you know?”
Heck, yeah. Dylan knew.
“I think you’re buzzed enough,” Dylan said drily.
Hand on Alec’s elbow, Dylan opened the door and steered him down the hallway, hoping against hope they wouldn’t run into anyone along the way. But when the two of them rounded the corner, Tyler, Logan, and Noah were still standing in the foyer by the front door, talking. All three turned to look at Alec and Dylan.