Page 91 of Finding You

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he ordered.

Dallas backed up and lowered himself down, and Kylen couldn’t help but watch the way his muscles rippled. His own cock thickened, and he palmed himself as he shuffled over and dropped to his knees.

“Shit,” Dallas murmured.

Kylen looked behind him to make sure one of them had locked the door. They had. Which meant for that moment, Dallas’s body was his. He rose high on his knees, dragging his palms over Dallas’s thighs, watching them jump beneath his touch.

He leaned in and took a deep breath of his scent. It was heady and rich—and perfectly him. He parted his lips and guided the tip inside, giving a soft suck as he slipped past Kylen’s teeth.

“Christ,” Dallas said, his voice thready and weak. “I’m not going to last long.”

“That’s okay,” Kylen said, pulling off for a second. “I just want you to feel good. Tug on my hair if you want me to stop.” And then he got to work. He swirled his tongue around the head, then lowered down, fighting off his gag reflex as Dallas’s cock brushed the back of his throat.

It was wet and messy as he pulled back, sucking hard, and his hand searched until his fingers found Dallas’s balls. They were fat and heavy, and he rolled them gently in his hand as Dallas groaned and fucked his hips forward.

“You feel so good. Holy shit, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He sounded startled, full of wonder, and Kylen knew why.

It hadn’t ever been like this for him either. He’d had hot sex. Sex in forbidden places. The thrill of almost getting caught. It had been animal, a mindless tearing at clothes and scratching at skin. But it lacked the one thing he’d always been missing: wild, incredible, powerful love. He glanced up at Dallas, who was staring with wide eyes, and he dipped his tongue into his slit as he stroked him.

Dallas grunted and gripped Kylen by the shoulders. “I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch you swallow it.” He brushed this thumb down the front of Kylen’s throat.

Kylen nodded and began to suck him in earnest. He knew it wouldn’t take long. Dallas was wound up, and Kylen was used to chasing his pleasure quickly. He bobbed his head, choking every time Dallas hit the back of his tongue, and he felt when he thickened.

“I’m…it’s…”

He was coming. Kylen braced himself, and he began to swallow when Dallas grunted, and then he let go. His come was salty and hot, spilling thickly, and it was more than a mouthful. A little bit of it dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and he felt Dallas reach down and clear it up with the edge of his thumb.

It was so strange, but Kylen suddenly wanted to cry at that tiny, thoughtless, caring gesture. He caught Dallas by the wrist and cleaned up his mess with the swipe of his tongue. Dallas was still breathing heavily and red in the face, but he pulled Kylen onto his lap.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Kylen shook his head. “Just want to rub off. Can I?”

“Let me,” Dallas told him. He hitched Kylen closer, taking all of his weight, and then he licked his palm and gripped his dick with the perfect amount of pressure. He began to stroke like he was going to war for Kylen’s orgasm, pulling it out bit by bit with each pass of his hand.

Kylen’s vision went foggy, his moan trapped in his chest, and he almost lost it when Dallas’s free hand came up to pinch at his nipples. He was so sensitive all over. “Not gonna last,” he grunted.

Dallas leaned in and nipped at his neck. “Good. Lose it, baby. Let go. Come all over me.”

Kylen groaned, probably too loudly, but he couldn’t stop himself. His hips met Dallas’s rhythm, and the edges of his vision went white as he let go. His orgasm was a slow burn, not as strong as he normally had, but the relief he felt as he let go far outweighed the pleasure.

It wasn’t just coming—it was coming home. It was knowing this could be his forever—because Dallas wanted it as much as he did. He shuddered as the aftershocks hit him, and he basked in the warmth of Dallas’s naked chest as he was held close.

Dallas nosed against his temple, breathing deeply, and Kylen smiled against his skin. “You’re perfect.”

“For the first time, that doesn’t freak me out,” Dallas said.

Kylen leaned back, then pawed at his nightstand for wet wipes. “What do you mean?”

Dallas took over, pulling out a few to clean them up, and his brow stayed furrowed in thought. His silence lingered, but Kylen knew he was just searching for the right words. “For years, when…when she would compliment me during or after sex,” he started, “I hated it.”

Kylen tapped Dallas’s chin and waited for him to look up. “You can say her name, you know. It doesn’t bother me.”

Dallas huffed a laugh as he tossed the wipes in the little bin and then eased back onto the bed. Kylen pushed the blankets back so they could nestle together under the covers. “It’s not that. It just feels weird to talk about her when we’re like this.”

“I get it. But it’s okay,” he assured him.

Dallas paused to kiss him, then settled his arms around Kylen’s middle, tucking his back to Dallas’s front. “She used to heap compliments on me whenever the sex was good. She’d call me amazing, and perfect, and wonderful. Everything I was desperate to hear outside of bed, you know?”

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