Page 10 of Swipe Right on the Alpha
Dylan’s eyes never left Aiden’s face, watching each reaction with focused intensity as he worked a third finger in, stretching carefully despite his obvious impatience. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his free hand stroking Aiden’s thigh in soothing circles.
“It’s not enough,” Aiden countered, reaching for Dylan. “Come here. I want you now.”
Dylan withdrew his fingers and moved up Aiden’s body, positioning himself between spread thighs. He poured more lube onto his length, stroking himself a few times before lining up with Aiden’s prepared entrance.
The first press was intense—a burning stretch that had Aiden gasping and clutching at Dylan’s biceps. Dylan paused immediately, his body trembling with the effort of restraint.
“Breathe,” he murmured, one hand coming up to stroke Aiden’s face with surprising tenderness. “We can go as slow as you need.”
Aiden nodded, forcing his body to relax, focusing on the sensation of Dylan’s hand against his cheek rather than the stretch below. After a moment, he rolled his hips experimentally, taking Dylan a bit deeper.
“More,” he encouraged, wrapping his legs around Dylan’s waist.
Dylan pressed forward with careful control, sinking deeper in a slow, steady movement that had them both groaning. When he was fully seated, he paused again, his forehead dropping to rest against Aiden’s.
“You feel…” Dylan began, then shook his head slightly, words apparently failing him.
“Yeah,” Aiden agreed, understanding perfectly despite the lack of articulation. The fullness, the connection, the intensity—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
When Dylan began to move, it was with a precision that suggested hyper-awareness of Aiden’s responses. Each thrust was measured, angled to hit exactly where Aiden needed it most, building a rhythm that had Aiden clinging to broad shoulders and gasping encouragement.
“Harder,” he urged as the initial discomfort gave way to mounting pleasure. “I won’t break, Dylan.”
Something flashed in Dylan’s eyes—a momentary hesitation followed by what looked almost like relief. His next thrust was significantly more powerful, pushing Aiden up the bed and drawing a startled cry from his lips.
“Like that?” Dylan asked, voice strained.
“Fuck yes,” Aiden managed, fingers digging into Dylan’s shoulders. “Just like that.”
Unleashed, Dylan’s control transformed into something more primal. His thrusts became deeper, harder, maintaining perfect aim but adding a raw power that had Aiden seeing stars. The bed frame creaked in protest, headboard thumping against the wall with each powerful drive.
Aiden lost himself in the sensation, conscious thought giving way to pure feeling. Dylan’s hands seemed to be everywhere—gripping his hips, stroking his cock, tangling in his hair to tilt his head for hungry kisses. The sounds filling the room were animal in their intensity—skin slapping against skin, the wet slide of their connection, grunts and moans and half-formed words of encouragement.
“Close,” Aiden gasped after what could have been minutes or hours, his body tightening around Dylan. “So close, don’t stop—”
“Look at me,” Dylan commanded, his rhythm never faltering. “I want to see you.”
Aiden forced his eyes open, meeting Dylan’s gaze as his orgasm built to an inevitable peak. What he saw nearly pushed him over the edge immediately—Dylan’s pupils were blown wide, his expression a mixture of pleasure and something deeper, more significant than mere physical satisfaction.
“Dylan,” Aiden breathed, one hand coming up to touch Dylan’s face. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the raw physicality of their connection.
Something in Dylan’s expression cracked at the touch. He turned his face into Aiden’s palm, pressing a kiss there beforemeeting his eyes again. “Mine,” he whispered, the word barely audible but charged with meaning.
The possessiveness in that single word, combined with a particularly well-aimed thrust, sent Aiden hurtling over the edge. His orgasm crashed through him with unexpected intensity, his body clenching around Dylan as he came untouched between them, painting both their torsos with evidence of his pleasure.
Dylan’s rhythm faltered as Aiden tightened around him. His movements became erratic, powerful thrusts giving way to grinding pressure as he chased his own release. When it hit, he buried his face against Aiden’s neck, a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl vibrating against Aiden’s skin as he pulsed deep inside him.
For several long moments, they remained frozen in that position, Dylan’s weight pressing Aiden into the mattress, both breathing heavily in the aftermath of shared pleasure. Aiden’s hands traced idle patterns on Dylan’s sweat-slicked back, enjoying the intimate connection despite the growing discomfort of their position.
Eventually, Dylan shifted, carefully withdrawing and rolling to the side, immediately pulling Aiden against his chest in a gesture that felt strangely protective. Neither spoke as their breathing gradually returned to normal, the room quiet except for the distant sounds of the forest through the open window.
“That was…” Aiden finally began, then laughed softly. “I don’t even have words, and words are literally my job.”
Dylan’s arms tightened around him. “Good?” There was a vulnerability in the question that seemed at odds with the confidence he’d displayed moments before.
Aiden propped himself up on one elbow to look at Dylan properly. “Good doesn’t begin to cover it. That was…transcendent? Life-altering? Definitely top of my all-time greatest hits list.”
The smile that spread across Dylan’s face was breathtaking in its sincerity. “For me too,” he said simply, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Aiden’s forehead.
