Until Dylan’s breath came in shuddering pants.
And because pounding Alec’s ass and breathing weren’t complicated enough, Dylan felt the need to maintain control of Alec’s lips as well. So he pushed Alec’s legs higher. With his elbows pressed against the bed, Dylan jammed his fingers into the man’s hair, holding his head still so he could devour Alec’s mouth in time with his hips.
Alec murmured incoherently, nonsense sounds intermixed with mewling noises as Dylan slammed into him relentlessly. Fingers buried in Alec’s hair, Dylan pinned Alec to the bed, afraid he’d suddenly change his mind about wanting this, about wanting Dylan. But Alec seemed incapable of anything beyond spreading himself wider and begging Dylan to take more. Even better, Alec tilted into Dylan’s hips every time Dylan’s cock hammered inside.
The movements turned greedy and hot and hard, and now Dylan barely pulled out before thrusting back in. “Alec.”
In response, Alec’s fingers bit into Dylan’s arms, no doubt leaving marks by now. But Dylan didn’t mind. Sweat dampened Dylan’s shirt, his back steaming, but he didn’t care about that either, not while he was busy laying claim to Alec. With so much to see, Dylan grappled with what he preferred most. Alec’s slack mouth or his eyes rolled back in pleasure? The desperate expression or the ruddy color of his cheeks? But, Jesus…
The sight of Alec’s naked ass with Dylan fully clothed made the moment better, hotter, more urgent.
Alec sucked in a breath. “Please—”
Pleasure swelled from the inside out, clenching Dylan tighter, every sensation sharp. The cold teeth of Dylan’s zipper pressed against his cock and the rough rub of denim chaffed his skin. Inhaling enough oxygen became a real challenge. But still he wanted Alec closer, needed more.
And the weight of that want was fucking terrible.
Alec sounded broken. “Dylan.”
Dylan glanced down at Alec’s blood-red cock, swollen and glistening at the tip. The vision sent the mother of all whammies slamming through him.
Desperation made Dylan’s voice hoarse. “Touch yourself.”
“But I’ll—”
“Do it now.”
Alec reached between them and gave several tugs in time with Dylan’s thrusts. Precariously close to spontaneous combustion, Dylan groaned as his hips stuttered, losing the rhythm. Alec arched his neck, his spine stiff as thick, white streaks of cum shot up his chest, and Dylan almost sobbed with relief. He dug his toes into the carpet and gave one final push, pleasure incinerating every cell. All the air punched from his lungs, and Dylan’s eyes rolled back, his vision going black.
~~~***~~~
When Alec finally managed to corral his mind and body back into the same room, he slowly became aware of a crushing pressure. Dylan had collapsed on top of him. Alec shifted, trying to ease the burden currently preventing him from breathing.
Christ, the man consisted of nothing but solid muscle.
Alec managed to wheeze out, “Dylan.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, shifting off.
They scooted higher on the bed, and Dylan plastered himself against Alec’s side, his arm over Alec’s chest. After several seconds, Dylan hooked his leg across the top of Alec’s. Whether to prevent him from escaping or to touch more skin, Alec didn’t know. The lighter weight felt pleasant and the heat reassured him that Dylan was still here. Peace washed over Alec, and everything—the worry and the doubt and the fear of the future—got pushed aside.
Well, everything except the curiosity.
Their breaths slowed as their bodies cooled, and Alec traced the largest scar on Dylan’s back. “Tell me about Rick.”
The pause that followed lasted several beats before filling with the sound of motorcycles pulling into the parking lot outside the window. The roar of the engines was replaced with the laughter of several poker-run participants retiring for the day. Alec waited patiently as the scuffle of footsteps and voices passed outside the hotel door and faded as they headed up the hallway.
Would Dylan respond? Or would he simply ignore the request? After the energy he’d just exerted, pretending to have fallen asleep was a believable option.
“He was…” Dylan paused, as if searching for the right words. “A lamb among wolves.”
Alec remained silent, waiting for Dylan to go on.
“Funny. Kind. Almost sweet.” Dylan tipped his head to look up at Alec. “A lot like you, in some ways.” Alec’s lips quirked until Dylan went on. “Even though his parents had kicked him out because he was gay, he remained an optimist. I was the teen who took out my frustrations by constantly looking for a fight.” He let out a soft snort, his breath tickling Alec’s skin. “And there was no shortage of people willing to take me up on my offer.”