Page 67 of Fracture
I’m sure I’m grinning like a total asshole, and that word shouldn’t make me as happy as it does. I shouldn’t get too far ahead of myself, because we still need to talk to Stella. We still need to work this out. We still need to make sure this allworksfor us.
But then Dylan drops his shorts to the ground, and his perfect, chiseled ass reminds me that only a few short weeks ago I was buried balls deep in that ass and… My dick practically weeps.
He reaches for my hand without looking, and I find his fingers eagerly, letting him pull me in under the water with him. I’m not used to this. I’m the one in control. Levi Fenton, alpha Dom asshole. But fuck, the feeling I get as Dylan takes my hand and wraps my arm around his waist so his back is pressed to my chest. I turn my head to lay my cheek against the back of his neck, and he makes a sound like a sigh, like he’s relieved. Relieved to have me close.
It’s the first time I’ve been naked with another person and have it not be about sex. It’s just aboutbeing. Sure, I’m hard as a fucking steel rod, and I’m leaking precum all over Dylan’s ass. But there’s no urgency, no need to fuck and get it over with. No desire to just get down to it and walk away like it’s meaningless.
I stroke Dylan’s stomach, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles under my fingertips. He turns his head, as though to look over his shoulder at me, but his eyes are closed. He looks at peace, and warmth blooms in my stomach at the sight.
“What’re you thinking, pretty boy?” I ask softly.
He shakes his head, his eyes still closed. “I’m not thinking. I’m just here, with you.”
I take the soap and lather it up between my hands, then set about washing down his back, kneading his tight muscles with my hands, and the groan he lets out has me gritting my teeth to stop myself coming all over his back right here and now.
“That feel good?”
He nods, putting his hands against the wall. “What did you and Stella do last night?”
“I told you, we didn’t have sex.”
“I know. But you did something.” He looks over his shoulder at me with a cocked eyebrow. “You don’t wanna tell me?”
I’m about to say that I don’t want to make him jealous, that I don’t want to rub it in his face that I was ogling Stella’s perfect, smooth pussy while he was probably in agony just a few feet away. Then I have to remember that there isn’t any jealousy here. Seeing Stella and Dylan fuck on the stairs was hot. I didn’t feel a single pang of envy, not once.
Maybe it’s the same for Dylan.
“I didn’t touch her, but she got herself off for me.” I continue rubbing soap over Dylan’s back, lowering my hands to his ass and curving around his hips. “First she bent over her bed and showed me her pussy.”
“Fucking beautiful, isn’t it?” Dylan laughs softly, a sound which turns into a growl as my hands feather closer to his dick.
“Perfect.” I breathe against his ear, grazing his earlobe with my teeth. “Bet it feels like heaven.”
“It does.” His head falls back against my shoulder. “She’s so tight and hot, and fuck, her taste.”
“Not touching her was torture.” I rake my clawed fingers along his hips and he bucks against me. “Her face when she comes, she’s like a goddess.” I run my soapy hand up his stomach, over his chest to land around his throat. When I brace my fingers around his strong neck, he moans. “Would you like to watch me lick her pussy, make her come for us?”
“Ohfuck.” His words are hitched, and he laughs. “Why does the idea of you being with her turn me on so much?”
“It’s meant to be.” I nip at his shoulder, sucking on the skin at the base of his throat, knowing I’m probably leaving a mark but not caring because he melts against me with another delicious moan.
“Tell me it’s real.” His tone shifts suddenly back to that insecure plea. “Tell me this is real.”
“It’s real, pretty boy. We’re the only thing that ever was.”
He turns around, and I almost slip over on the tiles as he pushes me against the wall. His mouth descends on mine, hungry and furious and full of all the need that he could never give a voice. His hands spear into my hair, and he grinds his hard dick against me, and there’s a very strange and unfamiliar flutter in my belly as I think of him being inside me.
Another thing I’ve never done. The thought is electric and daunting at the same time - Dylan’s huge in every possible way.
But I can’t give those thoughts too much time. Not now. Not when I tore myself away from Stella promising myself we’d work this all out first. I allow myself a few more moments of Dylan consuming me. Finally I push against his chest, trying to catch my breath and laugh at the same time, and he slumps, puffing out heavy breaths, running a hand over his mouth.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, I liked it.” I move my hands up his chest to lay around the back of his neck. “But I think we need to call it for now, and go get our girl some breakfast.”
“You’re right.” He gives me a crooked smile.
I think he’s going to say something else, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to fucking drown in his dark eyes if he keeps staring at me like this, but then he shuts off the water, sliding back the screen to retrieve a towel for each of us.