“After Lou broke up with me, my dad told me he wasn’t the one. I’d gotten defensive at the time and asked him why he thought that. He said because when I love something, I throw myself into it completely.” The flush on Dex’s cheeks warmed Sloane’s heart. “And he was right. Being with Lou was easy. It was comfortable. With you….” He averted his gaze and shook his head at himself. “I could have held back, but I didn’t want to. The more time I spent with you, the more I knew there was no use fighting it.”
The eighties power ballad switched to a modern love song, quiet and lulling. Dex started to sway, and Sloane followed his lead. He wrapped his arms around Dex’s waist, and they rested their heads together. Sloane closed his eyes, smiling when he heard Dex’s soft voice singing to him about being there and patiently waiting.
“I know I don’t deserve it….” Sloane put his fingers to Dex’s lips to stop the protest he was certain would come. “I don’t. But can you say it anyway?” Dex nodded, and Sloane moved his fingers away.
“I love you.”
It was the shy smile afterward that broke Sloane. Cupping Dex’s face, Sloane kissed him with all the hunger and tenderness he possessed. He might not be able to define what he was feeling, to make sense of the overwhelming emotions Dex brought out in him, or to explain the hope that flowed through his veins telling him that maybe he wasn’t as fucked-up as he believed, but he could show Dex that whatever was inside him was fierce and threatening to tear him apart. All for the man in his arms. Because of him. He’d been honest with Dex, telling him he’d never been in this position before, but damn, he was glad he was here.
Dex kissed him just as passionately in return and pressed his body to Sloane’s, silently pleading. Fire raged inside Sloane, and he couldn’t get close enough to Dex. He wanted to feel Dex inside him. Wanted to be consumed by him. He pulled back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. With a smile, he took Dex’s hand and rushed to the stairs with him. They ran up to the bedroom and tore at each other’s clothes, leaving a trail of shoes, jeans, and shirts on the way to the bed before they dropped down onto it.
Sloane rolled over Dex, his fingers in Dex’s hair as he did his damnedest to devour Dex. He trailed kisses over Dex’s face, down his jaw to his neck where Sloane closed his mouth around Dex’s collar bone and sucked. He wanted to mark Dex. Even if no one else could see, Sloane would know the mark was there. That Dex was his. Dex trembled beneath him as if he was privy to Sloane’s thoughts. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck further to Sloane. To a Felid, the neck was the most vulnerable part of the body. Sloane’s hand slid up Dex’s smooth, tan skin to his neck, and his fingers wrapped around it. Dex moaned. Did he know how he was exposing himself? The Felid inside Sloane stirred. At that moment Dex’s eyes opened, and he looked right into Sloane’s eyes.
“I’d put my neck in your jaws without a second thought,” Dex said hoarsely, his eyes reflecting fire and a trust the likes of which Sloane had never seen. Without hesitation, Sloane reached over to the nightstand, dug in the top drawer and came back with the bottle of lube. He handed it to Dex.
“Fuck me.”
Dex stared at him. He took the bottle from Sloane and nodded.
Sloane had never bottomed before. Not because he had any kind of hang-ups about it. He simply never felt comfortable enough with someone
to let his guard fully down. To trust someone so completely he’d give himself over to them. Now he did. He trusted Dex completely. Sloane changed his position. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his hips, hearing Dex’s soft curses behind him, followed by a sharp intake of breath when Sloane lowered himself to his stomach and spread his legs.
The mattress shifted as Dex positioned himself between Sloane’s legs. Sloane concentrated on steadying his breathing and relaxing the tension in his muscles. He heard the pop of the lube’s cap, heard the liquid being squeezed out and the cap once again closed. The mattress shifted again, and he felt Dex’s lips press to his searing skin. Sloane groaned and squirmed as Dex left kisses on his neck, shoulders, down his back, his tongue poking out to trace a line down Sloane’s spine to his ass. A slick finger pressed into him, and Sloane bucked.
“Dex, please.”
“Relax. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
It was an odd sensation, feeling Dex’s fingers inside him, but Sloane relaxed just as Dex asked because he believed Dex. The sound of Dex moaning as he spread the lube over his dick had Sloane painfully hard, and he thrust against the pillow. Soon, a warm hand pressed gently down on Sloane’s lower back. A sharp sting that had Sloane hissing followed it. He gritted his teeth at the pain of being penetrated. Dex moved slowly, taking care with him, murmuring soft words of encouragement as he pushed inch by excruciating inch. Sloane sucked in a breath, and Dex paused.
“Don’t stop,” Sloane pleaded and was relieved when he felt Dex once again pushing in until his partner was buried to the root, stretching and filling him. The pain soon gave way, and Sloane pushed his ass up and back, hissing at the delicious friction. “Oh God. Dex….”
On his cue, Dex moved his hips, sliding in and out until he had a steady rhythm. His hands caressed Sloane as he moved against him. He draped himself over Sloane’s back.
“You don’t have to run anymore,” Dex murmured, his fingers lacing with Sloane’s. “Stay. Right here with me.” He gave Sloane’s fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go to move down Sloane’s body. Dex pressed his lips to the back of Sloane’s neck again, his kisses sending a shiver through him. His skin beaded with sweat, and he felt as if he might melt through the mattress.
Their sex was usually heavy, hard, and fast. It was fun and hot as hell. This time was different. This time it shook Sloane down to his core. He felt every breath against his skin, every fiery caress. His muscles bunched and strained, his body felt as though it was about to shatter, his heart ready to break. For a slip of a moment, he almost panicked, afraid he couldn’t take the intimacy or unspoken promises Dex offered. Just as the thought entered his mind, he felt Dex’s weight once again, as if he’d known what Sloane was thinking. Kisses landed beneath his ear before Dex snapped his hips, and Sloane gasped.
“Again,” Sloane pleaded, reaching underneath himself to wrap a hand around his painfully hard erection. Dex did as he asked, snapping his hips over and over, driving himself deep into Sloane with each thrust. Their breaths came out ragged, and Dex craned his neck to kiss Sloane, their lips delivering sloppy urgent kisses. The bed moved beneath them, and Dex’s movements grew erratic.
“Sloane….”
“Yes. Fuck. Do it.” Sloane was on the verge of coming himself, and he felt the pressure rising as Dex’s hips lost all rhythm. Dex straightened, and his fingers grabbed Sloane’s hips.
“Oh God,” Dex moaned, the sounds of his heavy breaths and moans sending Sloane over the edge. He came, his muscles tightening around Dex’s cock. Dex let out a strangled cry as he came inside Sloane, the sensation drawing out Sloane’s orgasm. He fell into his release, loving the feel of Dex coming inside him. Once Dex was spent, he draped himself over Sloane again. His fingers tenderly stroked Sloane’s arms, his cheek nuzzling Sloane’s back.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” Sloane said hoarsely.
Dex chuckled, the rumble felt against Sloane’s back. “Any time.”
“So what happens now?”
“What do you want to happen?” Dex asked softly. It tugged at Sloane’s heart knowing Dex would do whatever Sloane needed. The only problem was, Sloane didn’t know what he needed.
“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”
“How about, we keep doing what we’re doing and see where it goes?”