Page 54 of Finding You

But he was a fast learner. Dallas’s hand found its way past the slit in Kylen’s boxers, and the moment his warm palm touched him, he let out a soft cry and grabbed Dallas’s wrist to stop him.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped.

“Oh my God, did I hurt you?”

The tremble in his voice almost made Kylen laugh. Instead, he gentled his grip and kissed Dallas on the side of the jaw. “No, gorgeous. It feels too good. I haven’t done this in a long time, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to blow my load before we get started.”

Dallas let out a tense laugh and eased back. “Yeah, uh, me too. But…maybe we should.”

Kylen frowned. “Should what?”

“Get off right now,” Dallas said. “I don’t have anywhere to be, and Flora won’t be home tonight. Make me come,” he said very softly. “Let yourself go now. We can take it slow next time.”

The fact that Dallas wanted a next time sent Kylen’s head into a spin. But the offer was too good to refuse. Kylen’s refractory rate was nothing like it used to be, but he knew he’d be up for another round tonight. Maybe more than one.

And if he only got this one night, he was going to make it one to remember—for both him and Dallas.

“Kiss me,” Kylen said.

Dallas groaned softly as he shoved his hands into Kylen’s hair and held his head in place. There was a single moment of stillness, and then Dallas surged forward and took Kylen’s mouth in a fierce, messy, wild kiss. His toes curled, his breath hitched in his lungs, and he only just had enough sense to undo his button, drag down his zipper, and shove his hand down the front of Dallas’s pants before taking him in hand.

His cock was thick, cut, and throbbing with the beat of his pulse. Kylen began to jack him, frustrated with the fabric of his boxers in the way, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the few seconds needed to pull them off.

Dallas didn’t seem to care. He panted into Kylen’s mouth, his hips thrusting forward in time with Kylen’s hand, and after a few short strokes, it was over. Dallas let out a soft cry, his entire body going tense as he came. It rushed from the tip of his dick in heavy, thick, hot ropes that smeared all over Kylen’s fingers.

He was still shuddering when Kylen pulled his hand out, and he didn’t bother cleaning himself off as he grabbed himself and began to jerk off. Dallas made a desperate little noise, and Kylen opened his eyes just in time to see Dallas reach for him. He batted Kylen’s hand out of the way and took him in a firmer grip than Kylen preferred to use.

“A little lighter, sweetheart,” Kylen murmured.

Dallas took instruction so fucking well. He loosened his fingers just a bit, then held his hand still so Kylen could fuck his fist. It was wholly erotic in ways that Kylen didn’t know how to explain. His body was hot, his head spinning, and it only took a few jerks of his hips to tumble over the edge. He gave a soft moan as he buried his face in the front of Dallas’s shirt, and he let the feeling wash over him.

It wasn’t as good as being fucked or fucking someone, but it was so goddamn close. And it was so much better than he’d had in years.

Maybe ever.

That thought terrified him because it wasn’t just the sex. With any other man, this would have been mediocre at best. But it was Dallas, and Kylen’s heart had already tripped and fallen for him. This just sealed it. He was never going to feel like this again.

And he had no idea if there was a chance he’d be allowed to keep it.

“Tell me it was okay,” Dallas murmured after a long beat.

Kylen cleared his throat, then lifted his head and took Dallas’s chapped, dry lips in a kiss. “It was more than okay. Now, don’t move. Just hold me, because I feel like I’m about to shake apart.”

Kylen didn’t mean to doze off. He hadn’t realized he was even tired, but he woke with a start after realizing he wasn’t alone. They were in his bed, Dallas half-propped up against the headboard. The position had to be murder on his back, and he had no idea how long Dallas had been like that.

“Why are you still holding me?”

Dallas glanced down at him. “You told me not to move.”

Kylen snorted and carefully pushed himself up to sit before realizing Dallas’s legs were probably dead asleep. He shifted sideways and immediately missed his warmth. “For future reference, the moment I start snoring, you’re allowed to shove me off.”

“I didn’t want to. That felt really good.”

God, wasn’t that the truth. It was the best little nap Kylen had had in years. He stretched his arms, then snuggled in close, and Dallas’s arms quickly came back around him. He was so warm, so soft, so unlike any man Kylen had ever been with.

He traced a touch over Dallas’s abs where his shirt had ridden up. His skin was soft there and covered in coarse hair. “Who hurt you?”

Dallas frowned. “Hurt me?”

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