Page 23 of Swipe Right on the Alpha
“Not enough,” Aiden corrected, threading fingers through Dylan’s hair to guide him back. “I won’t break, remember?”
Something flashed in Dylan’s eyes—relief mixed with hunger. “Tell me if anything’s too intense,” he instructed before returning his attention to Aiden’s body with renewed purpose.
The difference was immediately apparent. Dylan’s touches became firmer, more possessive, his mouth more demanding as it traveled down Aiden’s torso. When he reached Aiden’s arousal, he didn’t tease as he had in previous encounters but took him deep immediately, drawing a startled cry of pleasure from Aiden’s lips.
The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat engulfing him completely while strong hands held his hips in place with unmistakable strength. Dylan’s technique had always been skilled, but now there was an added intensity, a focus thatsuggested he was using enhanced senses to catalog every reaction, every subtle shift in Aiden’s responses.
“Dylan,” Aiden gasped, hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure built too quickly. “Wait—too good—”
Dylan pulled back, a satisfied expression on his face as he moved up Aiden’s body. “Turn over,” he directed, his voice deeper than usual. “Hands and knees.”
The commanding tone sent a fresh wave of arousal through Aiden. He complied eagerly, positioning himself as instructed, feeling unusually exposed yet thrillingly vulnerable.
Dylan’s hands stroked down his back with appreciation before gripping his hips. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of Aiden’s spine. “I’ve wanted you like this since the first night.”
Before Aiden could respond, Dylan’s mouth was traveling lower, his intentions unmistakable. The first stroke of his tongue against Aiden’s entrance drew a shocked, pleased sound from deep in Aiden’s throat.
“Oh god,” he breathed as Dylan’s tongue circled and probed with deliberate skill. “That’s—fuck—”
Dylan hummed in approval, the vibration adding to the sensation as his tongue worked Aiden open with thorough attention. One hand reached around to stroke Aiden’s cock in rhythm with the movements of his mouth, creating a dual assault of pleasure that had Aiden’s arms trembling with the effort of supporting himself.
Just when Aiden thought he might collapse from sensation, Dylan pulled back, reaching for the nightstand drawer for supplies. The brief respite allowed Aiden to catch his breath, though anticipation kept his body humming with need.
The sound of a cap clicking open was followed by the cool sensation of lube as Dylan’s fingers replaced his tongue, stretching and preparing with careful attention despite theobvious urgency of his desire. When those fingers curved to press against Aiden’s prostate, his back arched involuntarily, a broken moan escaping his lips.
“There,” Dylan murmured with satisfaction, repeating the motion to draw another helpless sound from Aiden. “I love how responsive you are. How beautifully you show me exactly what you need.”
The praise sent an unexpected wave of pleasure through Aiden, his cock twitching visibly where it hung heavy between his legs. Dylan noticed, because of course he did, and his next words were pitched lower, more deliberate.
“You like that? Hearing how perfect you are for me? How your body was made for my touch?”
“Yes,” Aiden admitted, beyond pride or pretense. “Please, Dylan—I need you inside me.”
Dylan’s fingers withdrew carefully, and Aiden heard the sound of the lube bottle again. Then Dylan was positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Aiden’s prepared entrance with gentle insistence.
The initial breach was always intense, but this time felt different—more significant somehow, as if they were crossing a threshold beyond the merely physical. Dylan pressed forward with careful control until he was fully seated, his chest coming to rest against Aiden’s back as he paused to let him adjust.
“Okay?” Dylan murmured against his ear, one arm wrapped around Aiden’s chest in a possessive hold.
“More than okay,” Aiden assured him, turning his head to seek Dylan’s mouth in an awkward but passionate kiss.
When Dylan began to move, it was with a confidence and power that his previous careful lovemaking had only hinted at. Each thrust was perfectly aimed, his knowledge of Aiden’s body evident in the way he angled to hit exactly where Aiden neededhim most. The pace built gradually from measured to intense, Dylan’s control evident even in his unleashed passion.
What was different was the vocalization—Dylan’s usual restrained sounds giving way to more primal noises, growls and rumbles that vibrated through his chest where it pressed against Aiden’s back. His hands gripped with more strength, his teeth occasionally grazing Aiden’s shoulder or neck in ways that sent shivers of pleasure-pain through his body.
“Mine,” Dylan growled against his ear during a particularly deep thrust, the word sending an unexpected surge of pleasure through Aiden. “Say it.”
“Yours,” Aiden gasped without hesitation, the admission feeling right in a way he couldn’t explain. “God, Dylan—all yours.”
The response triggered something in Dylan—his rhythm faltered momentarily before resuming with increased intensity. One hand slid from Aiden’s hip to wrap around his neglected cock, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts in a way that had Aiden seeing stars.
“Close,” Aiden warned, his body tightening around Dylan as pleasure built toward an inevitable peak. “So close—don’t stop—”
“Look at me,” Dylan commanded, slowing his movements just enough to allow Aiden to twist his head, meeting Dylan’s gaze over his shoulder.
What Aiden saw nearly pushed him over the edge immediately—Dylan’s eyes glowed amber in the dim room, his features partially shifted into that in-between state Aiden had witnessed earlier. It should have been frightening, but instead was intensely erotic—the visual confirmation of how much Dylan desired him, how completely he’d surrendered to passion.
“Beautiful,” Aiden breathed, reaching back to touch Dylan’s transformed face.
