Page 29 of Spring Breakup
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Okay. I can be…”
“What?” Tyler asked.
“Sweeter? If you need me to be.”
Tyler groaned. “Dean.”
“Hmm?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Another glorious, scary, wonderful silence.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Dean rasped darkly.
“Well, are you going to do anything besides stare?” Tyler thumped his forehead against the hardwood.
Dean didn’t respond. Tyler heard Dean spitting, either into his hand or directly into his cock. It made Tyler tense and his whole body flush hotter than the nearby stove. He was embarrassed by how much spit as lube turned him on. It wasn’t logical, and it didn’t really work for him—he’d tried—but thethoughtof it was so dirty.
Dean crawled up Tyler’s body, caging him in, and yanked Tyler’s head to the side using his hair.
Tyler tried to duck his head out of Dean’s hold, but Dean just fisted the hair harder.
“I’m gonna kiss you. And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you, Tyler?” He snaked his hand from Tyler’s hair to the front of his throat, then lifted his face off the floor.
Tyler had to scramble to get his elbows underneath him. The change in position brought Dean’s pelvis into contact with Tyler’s ass. Dean’s spit-slick cock slid between Tyler’s cheeks.
“Oh God, will you please fuck me?” It was not fair that Dean had such a nice cock.
“No. I already told you.” Dean thrust, and they both made noises—Tyler’s hungry and Dean’s gruff. “I’m gonna kiss you.”
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“As we’ve already agreed,fucking and kissing aren’t mutually exclusive. And you’re not doing either,” Tyler griped, arguing for argument’s sake.
Dean sucked on the hinge of Tyler’s jaw and kept rolling his hips. Another greedy noise ripped out of Tyler’s throat.
“What do you need?” Dean whispered in his ear.
“Kiss me already. Jesus. You keep saying you will, but you won’t freaking do—”
Dean used his superior height to kiss Tyler over his shoulder. It was light. A barely there clinging of their lips.
Tyler was a sticky, shivering mess, and Dean was powerful and in control and using Tyler’s body like his own personal fuck toy.
But the kiss.
Dean’s starving mouth.
The slow sweep of his tongue.
Dean moaned and dug his fingers into Tyler’s skin like he couldn’t control himself.
Tyler had never been kissed with such intensity. It was scary and wonderful and… yeah, too much.
Tyler ripped his mouth away from Dean to gasp.
