Page 35 of Spring Breakup
Without breaking eye contact, Tyler deliberately put his hands behind his back, trying to show without telling. He grasped his own wrists, so he was restrained.
“Okay. I see you,” Dean whispered. He pushed Tyler to his knees. “Don’t move your hands. Keep them right there unless you want me to stop.”
Tyler had been on his knees for men before, but it felt different with his hands locked behind his back. It felt different with Dean’s dark eyes and beautiful, demanding voice. It felt different because this was so low pressure. Sex with Dean didn’t mean anything, and that was incredibly freeing.
Dean took out his cock and stood up. “Look up at me.”
Tyler reluctantly moved his focus from the dick in front of him and met Dean’s eyes.
“You’re gonna suck me. You okay with that?”
Tyler nodded. He’d never had strong opinions about cocksucking. It was okay—not great, not bad. He did it if his partner enjoyed it, but it wasn’t an act he particularly craved.
But he was eager to get his mouth around Dean, to taste him, to be overwhelmed by him.
“If it’s too much, push me away. Or tap my hip.”
“Okay.”
“Promise me,” Dean said gruffly.
“I promise.”
Dean threaded his fingers through Tyler’s hair and pressed against Tyler’s jaw with his thumbs, hinging it open. Dean slipped the tip of his cock into Tyler’s mouth. Tyler did his best to lick it, but it was hard with no leverage. Dean had complete control, which was thrilling and daunting all at once.
“I like your hair,” Dean murmured.
Dean slowly pressed his cock deeper, gradually testing Tyler’s limits.
“And your smart mouth. I love your mouth. The worst part of a blowjob is that you can’t back talk me while you do it. Your voice, your mind… Fuck, you turn me on.”
Tyler glanced up at Dean, whose whole focus was zeroed in on Tyler’s face, his eyes. Tyler was suddenly unsure. He had expected Dean to fuck his throat, to use his mouth.
But that wasn’t what this was, he realized. Dean was being… sweet. On purpose. Tyler started to shake his head, but Dean just tightened his hold and held Tyler immobile.
“Push me away if you want me to stop, angel.”
Tyler almost did it. Almost released his wrists and shoved. He didn’t want to hear Dean’s praise. It didn’t mean anything. It was pointless flowery language. Even the endearment—angel—was bullshit.
“You gave me control for a reason,” Dean said. He finally thrust into Tyler’s mouth. He was still being gentle, but at least it wassomething. “So let me use it how I want to use it.”
Tyler rolled his eyes, and Dean laughed. Tyler held himself rigid, clenching his hands around his wrists, squeezing hard each time Dean spoke.
His jaw was aching, and Dean evidently had infinite sex stamina because he wasn’t even breathing hard.
“I like you like this,” Dean said after several minutes. “Unwelcoming. Challenging. But I can wait you out, Vlachos. I can wait until you’re pliant for me. I love it when you fight, and I’ll love it when you give in.”
His last name and those not-so-nice adjectives—unwelcoming, challenging—muttered with as much reverence as Tyler had ever heard, worked in ways thatangelnever would. Tyler fought it for as long as possible, fought the things that spilled from Dean’s mouth, but eventually, his body took over. He relaxed into the tenderness, the unhurried drive of Dean’s cock. Tyler’s mind went fuzzy and soft-edged like a dream sequence in a movie.
A groan ripped out of Dean. “That’s it. That’s it, Tyler.”
Dean slung his hips hard, his cock bumping Tyler’s throat, slipping over his tongue, but Tyler didn’t even gag. He just opened completely in a way that seemed to shock both of them. Dean came on a cry that Tyler barely heard through the static in his ears.
The cock in his mouth was replaced with Dean’s lips and tongue before Tyler could react. His head was heavy on his neck, but Dean held his cheeks in his palms, held him up.
“You’re wonderful. That was perfect,” Dean murmured against Tyler’s lips.
Dean kissed the hell out of him. A heart-swooping, heart-stopping kiss. Tyler’s brain started to fight it, to fight how good that felt, but then Dean’s hand was on his cock, and everything went blurry again. He gasped through the quick, sharp orgasm that Dean summoned from him in five seconds flat.
