Alec started to thrust his hips forward and then stopped.
“‘S’okay, man,” Dylan said. Need totally surpassed any lingering traces of fear now. Dylan trailed his tongue up the engorged vein along the base of Alec’s cock, around the flared crown, and then licked a glistening drop of precum from the tip. “Do what you gotta do,” he murmured and swallowed Alec down.
Alec let out something resembling a sob and rocked his hips, sliding deeper into Dylan’s mouth. Several visions punched Dylan in the libido at once. Dylan on all fours, Alec pumping into him from behind. Alec on top, spreading Dylan’s knees wide as he targeted Dylan’s prostate with unerring accuracy. Dylan still couldn’t decide which he liked better. Fucking Alec was awesome, but getting fucked by Alec was like awesome squared multiplied by a thousand.
And Alec using Dylan’s mouth in a similar fashion was a total turn-on.
Dylan moaned, his cock growing hard. He didn’t have Alec’s coordination. He couldn’t jerk himself off while in the midst of a blowjob—maybe next time or after a bit more practice.
But, for now, the moment was perfect.
Today revolved around Alec and making Alec happy.
Besides, if Dylan got caught up in himself, he’d miss the little things like Alec’s hand now fisted in the hair at the back of Dylan’s head. The desperate clutch of his fingers on Dylan’s shoulder. The arch of Alec’s hips and the slow slide of his cock in and out of Dylan’s mouth.
He liked hearing the noises wrenched from Alec’s throat. Sucking Alec off wasn’t quite as good as being on the receiving end. But, Jesus, it came pretty damn close.
“Dylan,” Alec whimpered in warning, his thrusts growing faster. “I’m going to—”
Dylan didn’t pull back. Instead, he gripped Alec’s ass and shoved him deeper. Alec cried out as cum hit the back of Dylan’s throat. He swallowed eagerly around Alec as the man continued to pump his hips, riding out his orgasm, the warm ejaculate pulsing and pulsing and pulsing…
Despite his attempts, Dylan couldn’t keep up with it all. When Alec finally crumpled forward a bit, spent, hand on Dylan’s shoulder for support, Dylan released Alec’s cock. Cum dribbled down his chin.
No longer feeling victimized by a hellacious memory, Dylan grinned up at Alec, wearing the drops proudly. As far as he was concerned, they were a goddamned mark of honor.
“What do you think?” Dylan asked.
Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be gloating so much about the stupefied look on Alec’s face. Seriously, how needy could a guy get? He shouldn’t be seeking approval from someone who currently looked incapable of blinking, much less speaking coherently.
Words slurred, Alec murmured, “I loved every moment.” Dazed and glassy eyed, he sent a gut-punching wave of need through Dylan when he smoothed his finger across the slick spot on Dylan’s chin. “I love you.”
Jesusfuckingchrist.
Chapter Fourteen
The deer-sighted-in-the-hunter’s-scope look on Dylan’s face jarred Alec out of his loose-lipped, post-orgasmic stupor. Oh God, what the hell had he done? A buzzing sound droned on and on in the background, and he blinked hard, trying to make sense of it all. Unfortunately, he was still reeling from his premature words to Dylan when the noise finally connected in his brain.
The timer.
Oven.
Eggplant Parmesan.
The buzzing sound stopped as if by my magic.
“Dinner is ready.” Dylan looked all kinds of awkward, making Alec feel the same. And then the man let out a nervous laugh. “You should, uh, be careful of those words triggered by great sex and endorphins.”
With that, Dylan shot to his feet and strode for the kitchen. Alec stared at the door Dylan had disappeared through and tried to breathe against the thick mud filling his chest.
Damn.
For the last three days he’d been working up the courage to ask Dylan to attend the awards ceremony as his date. An actual date, not a fake one. As an actual boyfriend, not the backup. Alec was dying to inch this relationship closer to where he needed them to be, declared outright for all to see. Authentic. Genuine.
Real.
What the hell had he been thinking? A declaration of love during sex? Good God, why couldn’t he have been struck mute?
I love you…
Fingers shaking, Alec adjusted his clothes, making himself presentable. Avoiding Dylan would only make matters worse. So he smoothed down his shirt with a resigned sigh and headed inside, the scent of spicy tomato sauce in the air. The eggplant Parmesan sat on a counter in an empty kitchen. Had Dylan left the house? Had he run away because he’d freaked about the blowjob?
Alec knew better. He’d seen the front of Dylan’s pants and the raging hard-on beneath. And, although massively pleased for Dylan that he’d overcome his fear of sucking someone off, Alec knew the discovery hardly helped when the man had escaped, perhaps never to come back…