“Yeah, sorry. The call dropped out.” I started the engine, embracing the fact that Dylan sounded like he hadn’t heard a word of what was said between Alex and me.
As I rounded the corner, I felt the effects of the shots I had. “Where are you?” Dylan repeated his earlier question and I looked up at the street sign as I pulled over.
“Uh,” I craned my neck to read the letters in the dark. “The corner of Elm and Spruce. Why?”
“I was going to surprise you, but since I drove past your house and you weren’t there…”
Sitting up ramrod straight, the fuzziness of the alcohol faded immediately. “When you drove past my house?”
His laughter bathed over me and I could picture his beautiful smile, lopsided and genuine. “Yeah, I came home a few days early for Thanksgiving. I thought I’d surprise you.” It was as if all my prayers had been answered. “Can I see you?” His question was a mixture of uncertainty and hope.
“Nothing would make me happier. Where?”
“There’s a Holiday Inn down off route eight.” I knew where he was talking about. A bunch of us rented a room there after prom and trashed the place. It wasn’t a five-star hotel by any stretch of the imagination, but it was clean and close.
And we could be alone. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Okay, room 104.” We hung up and I drove as fast as I could, without risking getting pulled over.
When I saw Dylan’s car in the lot, I felt like all was right with the world. Before I could even knock on the door, he opened it, looking hotter than ever. He’d definitely been working out and my fingers itched to move over his new muscles.
He reached out, bunched my shirt in his hand, and pulled me into the room. The door slammed behind us and he pushed me up against it. “God, I fucking missed these lips,” he cursed in between hard kisses.
His hair had grown longer too, curling at the nape of his neck, and falling into his eyes. I tugged on the ends, pulling his head back and attacking his neck. “They missed you, too.”
Dylan shoved his hands into my back pockets, kneading and squeezing my ass. “Too many clothes.” He groaned as I kissed from his neck, up to his ear.
Our fingers worked more steadily than I would have expected. Shirts were shed, falling to the floor in a graceful toss. We toed off our shoes, kicking them to the side in a loud thud. I pushed him back until the back of his knees hit the bed.
Running my hands over his taut skin, I groaned, “You’re fucking hot.” He smirked and titled his head away from me, suddenly shy at the compliment. “I like these,” I added, squeezing his defined biceps. “And these.” My palms rubbed against his rock-hard pecs. The roughness of his chest hair sent jolts of pleasure through my body, stopping behind the zipper of my jeans. Circling his flat nipples with my thumbs, his head lolled back as he grumbled my name.
Moving lower, I lightly traced just my fingertips over his six-pack abs and deeply cut V on his waist. He shuddered and my fingers followed the stripe of hair that cut a path down the middle of his flat stomach, descending into his waistband.
Pulling his mouth to mine, I kissed each corner, licked across the fullness of his lower lip, before plunging my tongue deep inside. We feasted on that kiss, devoured one another, breathed in the passion that came to life when we were together.
I worked at the buttons of his pants, stopping to massage my palm over his erection, which pulled tightly against the fabric. My mouth watered knowing I would taste him in mere seconds. His pants and boxers fell to the floor and his cock was hard, hot, and heavy in my hand.
“So perfect, Dylan. Everything about you is so damned perfect.” I stroked the base of his cock as I kissed him deeply, pulling his tongue into my mouth in the same way I intended to pull his cock into my throat.
Falling to my knees in front of him, I looked up, his dick jutting out to my lips. When I licked his length with just the tip of my tongue, his hand went to my hair; his short fingernails scraped against my scalp.
His knees buckled as his head passed my lips. I swirled my tongue over his wide crown and lost the tether on my control, pulling him deep in my mouth without any warning. “Oh, my God…Shane…your mouth…so hot…it’s so good.” He guided my head back and forth, fucking my mouth at a feverish pace.
After pulling away, I shoved him back so that he fell to the mattress. “I have other plans,” I said as I stepped out of the rest of my clothes. Dylan moved so that he was fully stretched out and I straddled his hips, rubbing our cocks together in the process. I reached between us and grabbed both of our dicks in one hand, my fingers nowhere near fitting around them.
He sat up as I leaned back on my calves. Somehow, we worked ourselves into a position where our legs were laced together, wrapped around each other, leaving enough room in between us to still touch one another.
His dick was still wet from minutes ago and he spit into his hand before rubbing it over my length. Without an inch of space between us, he fucked my mouth with his tongue as we both jerked each other. It was fiercely intimate and just so perfect.
I could only think of one thing more perfect. As if he could read my mind, he groaned, “Take me,” between heated kisses and rough strokes.
He twisted to the side table, reaching for the bottle of lube he put there. I held out my hand and he squirted some into my palm. Our eyes stayed locked in a heated stare of passion as I kissed him once more.
“Roll over,” grounding out my words, my need for him was bordering on the edge of insanity.
He laid on his stomach, stretched his hands above his head – completely and totally at my mercy. I moved between his legs, spreading them with my knees. Kneading and pulling at his ass, I separated the taut muscles to expose his hole. I stroked my finger lazily over the tight opening. “I can’t wait to bury myself in here. Feel how hot you are.” My hand was still slick from the lube as I sank my finger into him slowly. A passion-filled breath hissed past his lips as I pressed my chest up against his back, settling my weight on him. “How’s that?” I asked as I worked another finger in.
“So good. So fucking good.” He pushed back against my hand, meeting me thrust for thrust and my dick swelled against his ass with need. I slid down his body, kissing and biting at his back as I moved my mouth to his ass. I bit each cheek before snaking my tongue in the crevasse.
