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, butIhadn’t and I wasn’t about to stall and start second guessing myself. I just needed him in my mouthnow.
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?!”
Chapter Thirteen
Dylan
It took Mike and I an embarrassingly long time to pull me out of my leather pants. Luckily, Erik helped putting the groceries away and I tried really hard not to gawk at the flying objects as they one by one floated into the kitchen. I didn’t care that Erik saw our little tug of war thing with my pants, I had my boxers covering my bits so all he saw was my pride being tested.
“Want a shower?” Mike panted, my pants now discarded somewhere behind us.
“Yes, please,” I rasped, too tired and sweaty to think of anything else than a nice cold shower. He helped me up from the floor and to my surprise, followed me into the bathroom. I didn’t dare ask if hewas going to join me or not. I’d already gotten way more action today than I’d thought I would.
Mike groaned next to me as he pulled his sweats down with his boxers. It was clear my sexy medium had gotten his own pleasure when he’d taken care of me. I beamed with pride over that. Who wouldn’t feel sexy as fuck knowing the taste of their dick was enough for someone to reach climax? “Fuck, you’re sexy,” I growled, kneeling in front of a half-naked Mike. His dick was twitching under my perusal and I couldn’t help it. I leaned in and licked his cum covered dick, needing to know what he tasted like. His dick was delicious looking and I was too weak to resist it.
I hummed, satisfied I’d gotten this close to Mike without him panicking. I’d truly believed he would get at least a little confused over his sudden attraction to me, unless he’d been attracted to other men before and I’d yet to know about it. Now, I was the only man he would ever get and dammit if that didn’t fill me with satisfaction.
“I seriously can’t come again,” Mike whined.
“Why not?” I teased. “I’m already good for round two.”
He blushed prettily at that and I cocked my head in question. I knew he was five years older than me, but he shouldn’t be done already, right?
