Page 48 of Spring Breakup
He slowly adjusted to Dean’s length and rhythm. Dean surrounded him. His body was over Tyler’s, his lips on Tyler’s skin, his face the only thing in Tyler’s field of vision.
“It should be illegal for you to wear those glasses,” Dean muttered, riding him hard. “If I was lucky enough to see you in those every day, I’d never stop touching you.”
Tyler tilted his head back on a gasp. His thighs clenched, and a ceaseless tremble moved through his whole being like it was on a loop controlled by Dean’s magic cock.
“I want… I want to…” Tyler couldn’t force the words out. His brain wasn’t working. His vision was hazy.
“Want to?”
“Banter with you, but it feels too—” Tyler shook his head.
“I hope you planned to finish that sentence withfabulous.”
“Uh huh. Yeah. I think I lied about coming hands-free.” It was the fabric around his wrists. It had to be. It was fucking up his head, sending extra signals to his cock and nuts.
“Can’t have that.” Dean gave him an evil smile, kissed him quickly on the lips, and pulled out.
ChapterNineteen
Tyler was dripping with sweat.Time had no meaning. He felt half-delirious.
Dean licked a line up the center of Tyler’s chest and pushed a new toy inside him. Tyler didn’t try to see what it was. They were on their third or fourth cycle at that point.
Dean would fuck him until Tyler was at his breaking point. Then he would pull out and use a toy. Rinse. Repeat.
The toy was always different enough from Dean’s cock, which wassubstantialandcurvedand frankly thebestever, to feel like a reprieve.
This toy was small and slipped inside easily.
“Your wrists okay?” Dean asked.
The satin fabric wasn’t tied tight, and Tyler’s arms were resting slack against the bed. “Yeah.”
“You can feel your fingers?”
“Uh-huh.”
Tyler started to lift his head to get a better look at Dean, but then the toy jumped to life in his body.
He yelped, and his hips and back arched off the bed. Everything else Dean had used on him had been low-tech. Nothing with vibration. Nothing that required a battery or remote or app.
The prostate massager hit him with a concentrated, pulsing buzz. He twisted his head back and forth. He yanked his arms, moaning when they barely moved and the fabric pulled at his skin.
“Good or bad, Tyler?” Dean asked. His voice was hoarse, and his hair was sweaty too. Tyler wasn’t the only one who was wrecked.
“Kinda both.”
It took a beat for Tyler to realize Dean was putting a condom and lube onhim. It was the first time Dean had touched his cock, and Tyler cried out.
Unexpectedly, the vibrations decreased, probably from the remote in Dean’s palm, and Tyler could breathe without his lungs seizing.
Dean straddled his waist. Tyler saw what was about to happen, but he couldn’t quite comprehend it. Dean lowered himself down onto Tyler’s cock. The silky slip of Dean’s body, the pressure and heat, the vibration inside him.
"Stop. I’m… I can’t stop it,” Tyler gasped.
He’d managed not to beg for a much-needed release—a slight point of pride—but now that it was about to happen, he didn’t want it to. He didn’t want this to end.
“Fight it,” Dean said. His expression was fierce, color high on his cheeks and down his sweaty chest. “You’re incredible. So hard and so fucking right, Tyler Vlachos. So fight it.”
