Page 9 of Swipe Right on the Alpha
The vulnerability in the question surprised Aiden. “Every night,” he confessed. “Especially after that kiss. I had to edit my video three times to make sure I wasn’t obviously thirsty for the ‘mountain man with boundary issues.’”
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Dylan’s face—almost smug in its intensity. “Good,” he said simply, before resuming his task of removing Aiden’s jeans.
Aiden lifted his hips to assist, and soon he was lying in just his black boxer briefs, the fabric doing nothing to hide his arousal. Dylan’s eyes traveled over him with such focused hunger that Aiden felt physically touched by the gaze.
“Your turn,” Aiden prompted, nodding toward Dylan’s still-fastened jeans. “Fair’s fair.”
Dylan stood beside the bed, his movements suddenly hesitant. Aiden propped himself up on his elbows, confused by the shift.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Dylan said quickly. “Just… I get intense sometimes. Especially during…” he glanced toward the window where the full moon was visible. “I don’t want to scare you.”
Aiden sat up fully, reaching for Dylan’s belt. “Unless you’re about to tell me you have tentacles instead of a dick, I’m pretty sure I can handle intense.”
That startled a laugh from Dylan, relaxing him enough that he allowed Aiden to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. As Aiden lowered the zipper, he realized Dylan was commando beneath the denim.
“Someone came prepared,” he teased, pushing the fabric down over powerful thighs.
His playful mood shifted to awe as Dylan’s erection sprang free—impressively thick and long, already leaking at the tip. “Okay, wow,” Aiden breathed. “The universe really went all-in when creating you, huh?”
Dylan looked almost embarrassed, but Aiden was already wrapping a hand around him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from the larger man. “Tell me what you like,” Aiden said, stroking slowly.
“Everything you’re doing,” Dylan managed, his hips pushing forward into Aiden’s grip. “But I want to taste you first.”
Before Aiden could process the words, Dylan was pushing him back onto the bed, tugging his boxer briefs down and tossing them aside. Aiden barely had time to feel exposed before Dylan was settling between his legs, powerful hands spreading his thighs wider.
The first touch of Dylan’s mouth on his cock drew a startled cry from Aiden. It had been longer than he cared to admit since he’d been with anyone, and the wet heat engulfing him was almost too much. Dylan didn’t start gently either—he took Aiden deep immediately, his tongue working the underside with skilled precision.
“Fuck, Dylan,” Aiden gasped, one hand finding its way to Dylan’s hair. “That’s—God, your mouth—”
Dylan hummed in approval, the vibration sending new waves of pleasure through Aiden’s body. His technique was flawless, alternating between deep, engulfing suction and focused attention to the sensitive head, one hand working what his mouth couldn’t reach while the other explored lower, teasing at Aiden’s entrance without quite breaching it.
He’s too good at this,Aiden thought hazily.I’m going to embarrass myself if he keeps—
Dylan chose that moment to take him impossibly deeper, and Aiden felt the head of his cock hit the back of Dylan’s throat. “Wait,” he gasped, tugging at Dylan’s hair. “Too close, too soon.”
Dylan pulled off with visible reluctance, his lips red and slick. “Why stop?” he asked, voice rough. “We have all night.”
The promise in those words sent a fresh wave of desire through Aiden. “Because I want more than just your mouth,” he admitted. “I want all of you.”
Dylan’s eyes seemed to flash in the dim light. “How do you want me?”
The directness of the question, combined with the intensity of Dylan’s gaze, made Aiden’s cock twitch visibly. “Inside me,” he said, holding Dylan’s gaze. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
A visible shudder ran through Dylan’s powerful frame. He reached toward the nightstand, retrieving lube and a condom from the drawer with movements that seemed almost too quick, too fluid.
“I’ve been tested,” Aiden offered, surprising himself with the suggestion. “I’m clean. If you are too, we could…”
Dylan froze, his expression unreadable. “You’d trust me like that?”
There was weight behind the question that Aiden didn’t fully understand, but he nodded. “Yes. I don’t usually, but… yes.”
Something shifted in Dylan’s expression—a softening around the eyes, a vulnerability behind the desire. “I’m clean too. Enhanced immune system, don’t get sick. Haven’t been with anyone in… a long time.”
Before Aiden could question the odd phrasing, Dylan was moving back between his legs, uncapping the lube with a flick of his thumb. His preparation was thorough but efficient—one finger teasing Aiden’s entrance before slowly pressing inside, then two, curving to find the spot that made Aiden’s back arch off the bed.
“There,” Aiden gasped, hips pushing down to meet Dylan’s fingers. “Right there, fuck—”
