Page 49 of Spring Breakup
“Last-naming me is not helping.” Tyler squeezed his eyes shut. “Please, Dean.”
Dean moved faster, a deliberate slide up and down his cock. Tyler wanted to grab Dean. To stop him or hold him closer. To claw at his back and fist his hair and press fresh bruises into his thick, glorious thighs. But he couldn’t. He was immobilized, not only by the strip of fabric tying his wrists to the bed but also by the pleasure shooting from head to toe.
“Dean. Oh no.” Tyler’s fingers clenched around the satin tie.
“You can fight it.” Dean slipped his fingers into Tyler’s hair and licked across Tyler’s bottom lip. Tyler lifted his chin to kiss Dean more fully, hoping it would distract from the crash of orgasm that Tyler was struggling against.
But it didn’t distract him. It detonated him.
Dean held him through the shaking. Through the overwhelmed tear that leaked from the corner of his left eye and the dizzying rush of sensation that fried his last brain cells as completely as it did every nerve ending in his body.
* * *
Dean’s cavemanbrain was shouting,Mine, mine, mine, even as his logical side was telling him to slow down. To stop pushing. To be a good guy.
Dean didn’t want to be good. Going hard and fast and rough felt like exactly what Tyler needed and wanted and deserved.
He pulled off Tyler’s cock, took care of the full condom as quickly as he could, and yanked the knots loose from Tyler’s wrists.
With his hands free, Tyler immediately snatched at Dean’s hair, grabbing onto it and tugging hard. “Inside me. Get inside me,” Tyler demanded.
Yeah, that man didn’t want Dean to be a good guy either.
Dean removed the toy from Tyler’s ass and claimed it for his own. Tyler twitched but didn’t shove Dean away; he clutched Dean closer. Dean moved at the exact tempo to get himself off quickly, to use Tyler the way Tyler was begging with his hands and his lips to be used.
The perfect man. Perfect not just in bed, not just because Dean had never had sex so intense. Tyler had a perfect mind. Perfect and lovely and right.
Dean kissed Tyler hard, taking his lips and branding them with his own. Tyler held Dean’s hair with one fist and scratched a sharp line down Dean’s back with the other hand.
It amped Dean up and shocked him, that prickle of pain mixed with pleasure. He reached back, grabbed Tyler’s arm, and pinned it to the side of Tyler’s head.
Dean was so close he was trembling. He expected Tyler to fight his hold, especially after being restrained for so long. But Tyler didn’t. He curled his fingers into Dean’s and held his hand.
And Dean lost it. His mind. His heart. Control. He lost everything.
ChapterTwenty
The sun hadn’t risen yet,but Tyler was wide awake. He’d slept for a few hours during the night but had woken up hot and sweaty in Dean’s arms. Dean hadn’t stirred since he’d closed his eyes, almost like he hadn’t slept well all week. And maybe he hadn’t. Tyler didn’t know because they hadn’t shared a bed.
Not once.
It had been one of Tyler’s rules until Dean’s plaintive eyes and drugging kisses had undone Tyler’s resolve.
He hadn’t even thought about kicking Dean out.
It was bad, bad, bad.
He wiggled out from under the covers and looked back at Dean. He had a hand outstretched toward where Tyler had been sleeping.
“Fuck,” Tyler mouthed. He gathered up clothes and tiptoed to the door. He was out of practice, but he managed to sneak out of the room without Dean waking up.
The kitchen wasn’t far enough away from the disaster in his bed, so he bundled up and went outside. Since the outdoors kept trying to kill him, Tyler didn’t go farther than the lake. The world was cast in a flat light blue like a weird photo filter.
The edges of the lake had refrozen into a thin film. He tapped the toe of his boot against it, and it crumpled, melting into nothing.
The center of the lake was solid, though. The beacon flashed in the dim light, signaling that spring breakup was not yet complete.
Tyler stood there in the cold for a long time, mind running on overdrive.
