ittle lines that formed at the corners of his eyes when he smiled? Dex arched an eyebrow at him before he winked down at his dick.
“Don’t worry, fella. He needs a minute to take in all the awesome.”
“How about I show you what you need.” Sloane pushed Dex onto his back. He ran a hand down Dex’s smooth chest, down his abs, until he got his hand wrapped around Dex’s cock and swallowed him down until the tip touched the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” Dex closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his hands flattened against the counter’s smooth surface while Sloane sucked him off. He moved slowly, his eyes open and on Dex. Sloane relished the taste of him in his mouth, the sounds coming from him, the way he arched his back up off the counter. Sloane pulled back, his tongue circling the tip then pressing down into the slit, making Dex gasp. Watching the need wash over Dex’s face, hearing his heavy breaths and soft cursing, made Sloane want to torture Dex even more, to make him writhe with need until he was begging. He lapped up the precome before picking up his pace, his tongue pressing against the base.
“Come on, man,” Dex pleaded breathlessly.
Sloane grabbed Dex’s hips, tugged him forward and slung his smaller partner over his shoulder, laughing at the surprised yelp he let out. After a moment of flailing, Dex stilled. “This is messed up.”
“Be quiet.” Sloane slapped Dex’s bare ass, the sound delicious.
“Ooh, kinky.”
Sloane hurried up the stairs, careful not to run Dex into any walls. He made it to the bedroom and dropped Dex onto the king-size bed. He’d been in Dex’s bedroom several times when Dex had needed help getting upstairs. The bedroom was spacious, tastefully decorated like the rest of the house with a thick carpet in a chocolaty hue matching the curtains of the two large windows on the right side of the room, and the tall headboard of the large bed, a stark contrast against white walls. There were dark nightstands to each side of the bed, each with a lamp, and also a matching dresser. Across from the bed was a long closet and to the right of that, the bathroom. But the room’s best feature, in his opinion, was the naked guy in the center of the bed trembling with need for him. Sloane crawled over Dex and finished removing his pants and underwear, kissing and nipping as he went along.
“Supplies?” Sloane asked, hitting the mute button on the warning bells in his head. He was too lost in Dex, the sight of him, his scent, his body.
“Nightstand.”
Sloane finished removing all of Dex’s clothes before rummaging through the nightstand and tossed a bottle of lube and a condom on the bed. He walked around to the foot of the bed, and with a wicked smile on his face, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to one side. Dex propped on his elbows and licked his bottom lip as he watched Sloane undress. The socks came next, followed by his jeans and boxer-briefs. He put his hands on his hips. “Like what you see?”
Dex nodded. “Though the question you should be asking is top or bottom?”
A fierce heat spread up from his toes through his whole body. Damn, just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder. “Top or bottom?”
Dex considered it then rolled onto his stomach. He looked at Sloane over his shoulder. “Fuck me.”
“Shit.” Sloane crawled over him and gently took hold of Dex’s face to capture his lips with his own, his tongue forcing Dex’s lips open. He kissed him hungrily before sitting back on his heels, his hands on Dex’s ass cheeks kneading them, spreading them apart. Fuck, he was hot. Sloane got off the bed, grabbed Dex’s ankles and pulled him until his ass was hanging off the edge. Dex let out a grunt, his fingers grabbing the edges of the duvet underneath him, his head pressing into the mattress as Sloane got on his knees. He spread Dex and let out a groan when Dex gasped at the feel of Sloane’s tongue in him.
“Oh fuck,” Dex moaned, his fingers curling and uncurling. He slipped a hand underneath himself, his ass coming up slightly as he stroked himself. Sloane nipped at Dex with teeth and Dex let out a long shuddering breath, his entire body shivering. Sloane’s fingernails dug into Dex’s ass cheeks as he licked, laved, and tongued Dex’s hole.
“Sloane….”
Answering Dex’s soft plea, Sloane got up and gave him a tap on his flank so he’d move up. Dex silently shifted onto the bed, getting on his hands and knees, his gaze on Sloane as Sloane tore the condom packet open and passed it to him.
“Put it on me.”
Dex made a choking noise before sitting up and doing a cute shimmy over to him. He rolled the condom onto Sloane, his hand squeezing Sloane’s cock on the way down and drawing a deep groan from him. Sloane nodded toward the lube, and Dex snatched up the bottle, squirting some onto his hand and palming Sloane’s cock again, his lustful gaze on Sloane as he stroked him. When it was getting to be too much, Sloane grabbed his wrist and turned him, pushing him gently back onto his hands and knees. Sloane stroked his achingly hard dick a couple of times before taking the lube and squirting some between Dex’s ass cheeks, then stretched him with his fingers for a few agonizing moments. When Sloane couldn’t take Dex’s moaning or the way he pushed back onto Sloane’s fingers any longer, he pressed the head of his cock against Dex’s hole. He moved in slowly, reminding himself of Dex’s injuries. It was torture, but he refused to hurt Dex.
“Come on, Sloane. You’re not going to break me.” Dex pulled away and impaled himself the rest of the way in, making them both cry out. Sloane doubled over Dex’s back, their heads pressed together.
“For fuck’s sake, Dex. I don’t want to hurt you.” Sloane shut his eyes for a moment to steady himself.
“Just fuck me already.”
“Okay.” Sloane adjusted his position, kneeling behind Dex and grabbing his hips. He slammed Dex back against him as he thrust forward. Dex let out a surprised yelp, fueling Sloane’s desire to make Dex cry out again and again. He pounded into Dex in earnest, the bed moving beneath them. He couldn’t deny how goddamn amazing it was to be inside Dex, how much he was enjoying fucking him senseless.
He stopped and pulled out to flip Dex onto his back. After shoving a pillow under Dex’s lower back, Sloane bent to kiss him, one hand wrapping around Dex’s cock while he lined himself up with the other and pushed into him, drawing another surprised gasp from him. Sloane pulled his mouth away from Dex’s as he fucked him and jerked him off.
“Fuck, I love hearing you make those noises.”
Dex shivered beneath him, and Sloane grinned. Now that he had managed to shut Dex up, all he wanted was to hear him, hear those little moans of pleasure, his gasps, his cursing as Sloane slowed down then sped up. He slowly pulled out before snapping his hips, thrusting as deep as he could each time. Shifting his position slightly, he pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting in deep. Dex cried out when Sloane hit the right spot.
“Oh fuck!”
“That’s it,” Sloane purred, leaning forward. He released his hold on Dex’s cock and moved Dex’s hand so he could take over. “Jesus.” The sight of Dex jacking off was almost enough to send him over the edge. He pulled back enough to drape Dex’s legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around them, his groin slapping against Dex’s ass as he rotated his hips and did his best to keep hitting Dex’s prostate. Dex’s scrunched up brow was beaded with sweat, his mouth open with the most delicious sounds coming out of it. Sloane leaned in, his weight forcing him deep inside Dex. He gritted his teeth as he moved faster, his thrusts short but hard. “Oh, fuck. Dex….”