35. Dylan

CHAPTER 35

DYLAN

When we got home from lunch, Alex couldn’t keep his hands off of me. As soon as the door to his house was locked, he was on me. My back landed against the wall and his tongue was in my mouth, his fingers scrabbling at my pants. I arched into him, the taste and smell and touch of him the most all-consuming thing I’d ever known.

“I’ll pay for your apartment as long as you want to keep it,” he said, breathless between nips and licks against the side of my neck. “But I want you to live here with me.”

“Don’t I?”

He smiled against my throat, the feel of his teeth against my Adam’s apple bordering on dangerous. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me beyond the ways I wanted him to, but the threat was there, enough to send a shiver up my spine and down through my fingers.

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do.”

Alex hummed, sliding his hand up between us and collaring my throat. He pressed me back against the door and leaned away enough to look at me. His pupils were dilated, black as the frames of his glasses as he dragged his stare over every inch of my face and then down my throat and back again.

Alex cocked his head to the side, baring his teeth. “Is there something you need, pet?”

“You.”

“You have me,” he said. “I’m yours.”

Alex’s fingers flexed around my throat and I sagged against the door, shuddering at the way his thumb and finger dug into the underside of my jaw. He cocked his head to the side, studying me silently, gaze roaming over my face, lingering on my lips before moving back to my eyes.

“I see,” he said, even though I hadn’t said anything. Even though all I’d done was breathe, swallow against his palm.

“See what?”

He nodded knowingly at me, tightening his grip on my throat. It was reflex to reach for his fingers, to try and pry him off my windpipe, but I wrapped them around his wrist instead.

“I don’t mind proving it to you,” he whispered, leaning in and pressing a deceptively soft kiss against the corner of my mouth. “I tell you I’m in love with you, that I want you to move in with me. It’s not enough?”

“It is,” I protested.

“Liar.”

Alex sank his teeth into my lower lip, biting down until there was nothing more to do besides try to shove him off of me entirely. He held my throat, my stare, until my vision began to fade around the corners, darkening as saliva splattered out of my mouth with every ragged attempt at breathing.

“Go upstairs,” he whispered, dragging his tongue across my lower lip, cleaning up the mess I made trying to fill my lungs. “Strip out of your clothes and go get yourself ready for me.”

“In the shower?”

“I want you empty as you’ve ever been,” he said, licking his way up my jaw to my ear. “I want to make sure that the only thing inside of you tonight is me.”

Alex let go of my throat and I gasped for breath, sucking in a lungful of air before kicking off my shoes and heading for the stairs. My pants were already halfway undone, and in the bedroom, I made quick work of the rest of my clothes. My cock was hard as Alex ever made it, which wasn’t anything new, but in a way I couldn’t explain, something was different than the times before. With trembling and nervous fingers, I fussed with the shower attachments required for me to do what he’d asked.

It was far from the first time I’d ever done it, not even close to the first time he’d asked, but by the time the water ran clear, it took all my strength to hold myself upright. My entire body was on high alert, unsure of what was coming while knowing—at the same time—everything had changed. Maybe it was a change in me, I didn’t know. I didn’t have the brain cells to think about it because when I stepped naked and empty into the bedroom, wet hair still dripping onto my shoulders, I lost the ability to think at all.

While I prepped myself, Alex had made his way to the bedroom. He was naked, that thick and erect cock of his in hand while he aimlessly stroked it, stare focused on the bathroom door I’d just emerged from. I sucked in a breath and stumbled, coming to a stop with over ten feet between us still. When he saw me, he let go of his cock and wiped his hands.

“I’m not scared of you anymore,” he said, his tongue sliding back and forth across the front of his teeth.

“I didn’t know you ever were.”

He pursed his lips like the statement should have been laughable, but I’d meant it seriously. I couldn’t imagine any world where a man like Alex Burke was scared of a man like me. I threw away a cushy and secure life for a dream and a prayer, and I’d managed to throw that away too. I had nothing beyond whatever he wanted to give me, and that didn’t sound very intimidating at all.

“You’re too brave for your own good,” he said softly. “I wonder if that’s where your stubbornness comes from.”

“I’m hardly brave.”

“You’re here.” Alex’s cock jerked, slapping against his stomach.

“I’m here.”

“I know myself better now,” he said next, “because of you, I think.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

He lifted a finger to silence me. “Stop talking.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, swaying on my feet.

“Unless it’s your safe word, don’t say another fucking word unless you’re certain it’s something I’ll want to hear.” He paused, eye twitching. The space between us as insurmountable as the Grand Canyon, as small as a thimble. “It should go without saying, but if you need to safeword, I want to hear it.”

“I understand,” I told him.

He stared at me another second longer, then pulled my pillow off the bed and threw it onto the floor between us.

“On your stomach,” he said, jerking his chin toward the floor. “Ass in the air.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The word was out of my mouth with absolutely zero thought. It fell out like it belonged with the yes, and a rush of adrenaline flooded outward through my limbs. I took three steps to the pillow and went to my knees, looking up at him.

“Was that green?”

He nodded quickly, head jerking. “Very.”

I bent myself over the pillow, keeping my left arm folded between my body at the pillow. My ass in the air, I spread my legs and dug my knees into the carpet. Alex didn’t move, waiting, stoic in front of me until enough of my nerves settled and I went still. The air conditioner kicked on, a blast of cool air ghosting over my exposed skin, and I shivered, rolling my forehead across the rug.

Alex walked around behind me, getting something out of the nightstand that I couldn’t see. When he kneeled down behind me, the heat of him burned the backs of my legs.

“Do you remember the first time we slept together?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“What were you thinking? During and after?”

“How much I liked it, how much I wanted it.” I swallowed. “How much I wanted you.”

“Why me and not someone else?”

Something cold brushed over my asshole and I startled, almost flying off the pillow, but he’d anticipated the jump. His palm pressed against the small of my back, urging me back into position overtop of the pillow. His question was fair and I wanted to turn it back around on him, but his lube-slick finger was back at my entrance, swirling around my rim before sinking inside.

“No one touches me the way you do,” I said, words trailing off into a quiet groan. I turned my head to the side, resting my cheek against the rug and staring at the wall, wishing I could see him. Wishing we were in the guest room with the mirror that told all of our secrets to each other whether we wanted it or not.

“I find it hard to believe no one has ever fucked you with their fingers before,” he said, adding a second and drawing a gasp from the deepest part of me. “Or their cock.”

“The way you do it,” I corrected, pushing back against his hand.

“Stop it.” The fingers splayed across the small of my back inched toward my ribs, pinching the thin skin there until I winced. “The first time we were together, you hated that you liked it. That you liked me.”

I didn’t think I had anything to say in response that he’d want to hear, so I stayed silent.

“I hated that I liked you too,” he whispered, drawing his fingers out and dragging them down toward my balls. Alex cradled my sac in his hand, testing the weight before closing his fingers around my balls and giving a less than soft tug away from my body. I cried out, in pleasure not pain, and my cock shot a burst of precum against the pillow.

Something new pressed against me, something hard and unforgiving. It was a toy, I realized with a start when it began to vibrate against my rim. Alex traced the shape of my entrance before sliding it into me with a satisfactory pop of my muscles around the flared base. The inserted part buzzed slow and steady against my prostate, the exterior piece pushing hard and insistent against the sensitive patch of skin between my asshole and my balls.

“Green?” Alex asked, taking both of his hands away and leaving me on the floor with that buzzing sensation already threatening to set me on fire from the inside out.

I squeezed my eyes closed and sucked in a breath, nodding.

“Green.”

The first part of the color had hardly rolled off my tongue when Alex’s hand landed against my ass with a crack so loud it bounced off the walls and echoed through the room. I should have known it was coming because Alex was predictable in his unpredictability. It had been so long since he’d spanked me, and with the first strike of his palm against my ass, he shoved all of the worries and feelings I’d been carrying in the pit of my stomach closer to the surface.

After the first hit, he paused, and I knew he was waiting for me to call him off if I needed it, but the thing I needed from him most was…

“More, Sir,” I begged.

He spanked me a second time, a third, a fourth.

“You have no idea what it does to me to hear you call me that,” he rasped.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

The pillow beneath my hips was soaking wet from my arousal, the vibration in and around me enough to already have me on the cusp of an orgasm.

“I’m close to coming,” I warned.

“You can come as much as you want,” he said, voice darkening when he let out a low laugh. “And then you can come as much as I want.”

I dug the fingers of my right hand into the rug like I could brace myself for the onslaught, but there was no preparation, no retrofit that would hold me up through what Alex had in store. Somehow, in my bones, I knew I just had to give up and take it. But it wasn’t in a bad way. I wanted it. I needed this so badly from him, to believe…

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

His palm was hot against the tender place where my thigh turned into my ass when I came for the first time. The orgasm ripped through my entire body, from my toes to the top of my head, shaking me in rolling waves as I shot my load into the already ruined pillowcase.

I screamed, arching up off the floor and bracing myself with both arms, good and bad. My left shoulder didn’t hurt at all. Nothing in my body hurt. I was pleasure, pleasure, perfect fucking pleasure, and Alex hadn’t stopped spanking me. I lost count of the times he brought his hand down on my ass, briefly being aware that he tired out and changed sides before starting again with the same level of ferocity. Sweat beaded on my temples, and every strike of his hand against my bruised and tender backside was as perfect as a hug, tender as one of his after-sex kisses. The vibrating toy in my ass might as well have been a part of me, because Alex sure was.

“Green, Dylan?” he asked me.

I didn’t realize I’d started crying until I opened my mouth to reply to him and the word came out sounding wet.

“Green,” I promised. “Green. Green. Green.”