6
Dylan got comfortable with Garrett on the large bed. As comfortable as he could, anyway. The nerves kicked in overtime once the cameras were rolling and all eyes were on them. Garrett didn’t rush him as he planted small, soft kisses on Dylan’s throat, shoulders, chest. They were both still dressed but the sensation of Garrett’s warm lips pressing through the fabric of Dylan’s shirt was beginning to take its toll. He shivered when Garrett gently nibbled a nipple beneath his shirt. Dylan hadn’t been prepared for the electric shock it sent straight to his crotch.
Fuck.He swallowed hard as his pulse quickened and his heart began to thump fiercely against his ribs. Garrett gingerly worked one hand under his shirt, caressing his fingertips along Dylan’s abdomen, causing it to quiver and jump. He slowly loosened one button after another until the shirt fell open, exposing Dylan’s torso to the man’s scorching lips.
“How are you feeling?” Garrett whispered when his mouth found its way to his ear. “Feeling okay so far?” His breath puffed hot and ragged on Dylan’s neck and across his cheek as Garrett moved to his mouth, taking him in an intoxicating kiss.
Dylan whimpered and pushed into the kiss. His arm curled around the man’s neck, drawing him closer. Garrett smiled against his lips and slowly scooted on top of him. His cock was hard as steel as he rubbed their crotches together. Dylan realized he was as hard as Garrett, an ache winding through his groin, tightening his balls.
“Itfeelslike you’re feeling okay,” Garrett murmured through their kiss. He rolled his hips and Dylan gasped short, a shaky moan writhing up his throat. Garrett smiled. “Like that?” He did it again with a smidge more pressure. Dylan shuddered, and his cock stretched inside his shorts.
Garrett moved off him, continuing to kiss Dylan on the mouth and throat, back and forth. He rubbed his hand down between Dylan’s thighs and worked his bulging package.
“Fuck…” Dylan gasped, hips instinctively rising, pushing into the man’s hand.
“You feel well-endowed.” Garrett grinned and nibbled his earlobe, slithering his tongue all around his ear. “I love that in a man.” He took his time opening Dylan’s pants then slipped his hand down inside.
“Oh fuck…” Dylan shivered when Garrett squeezed his cock, sliding his fist along the shaft in the confined space. Dylan shifted to give him more room.
Garrett groaned and began to work his way down Dylan’s body. His strong lips and sizzling kisses left a damp trail behind as he moved lower toward his destination. Images from his drunken foray with Hal suddenly bombarded his mind. Hal had sucked him so hard that no amount of alcohol could have weakened the memory. It had felt so fucking good he had begged Hal tofuckhim. Would he do the same with Garrett? His asshole flex and tightened and his dick throbbed. That night, Hal had stuffed his fingers deep inside Dylan’s ass while he sucked him—and found that magic spot that sent Dylan through the roof. As everything else faded to the edges of his mind, Dylan was aware of only Garrett and the prospect of having that erotic button pushed again and again—by whatever means necessary.
•?•
Gideon stood beside Rich and watched Garrett submerge Dylan in pure ecstasy.
“Think they’re going to fuck?” Rich asked quietly, his eyes never leaving the scene.
“Absolutely.”
Rich nodded. “I think so, too.” A small smile quirked his lips. “Dylan looks like he’s about to cum in his shorts.”
“Mm-hm.” Gideon smiled. “It won’t be long before he’s begging Garrett for some cock.”
The young man writhed on the bed as Garrett worked him with his skilled hand.
“Let’s see some flesh,” Rich told Garrett.
Moments later, Garrett had Dylan’s cock out of his pants, pumping him with full strokes. A gleaming wetness pooled at the tip of his dick and drooled down the shaft, slicking his flesh beneath Garrett’s hand.
“Nice,” Rich murmured. “He’s got a beautiful body and a magnificent cock.”
Gideon agreed. The young man certainly had the potential to be a superstar in this business. Whispered voices from the easy chair drew his focus to the twins who sat cuddled together, eyes glued to the two young men on the bed. Impish smiles clung to their cute faces as they whispered and kissed and fondled one another. They beamed with eagerness to get in there and join Garrett and Dylan. Mickey and Marcus were certainlyteamplayers and loved to mix it up with the other boys.
In any other instance, Gideon would have gladly let them participate. But Dylan had come into this with doubts and uncertainties. At the moment, Garrett was systematically working them out of him, it seemed, but Gideon didn’t know how Dylan would feel about others joining in. Most of the boys of who came through this place almost always returned, if only for some more fun. By the way that Dylan was responding to Garrett, he had little doubt that the twins would get their chance to play with the young man, even it wasn’t today.
•?•
Dylan squeezed his eyes shut as the man’s tight fist slid up and down his rigid shaft, his palm rolling over the head with each stroke.Oh fuck…I’m gonna lose it.He felt like he was reliving that night with Hal all over again. All the thrill and excitement were back—along with the tendrils of fear that, until now, he hadn’t realized were present that night.
“You have an amazing cock, Dylan,” Garrett breathed through their kiss. He stroked him a little harder. Dylan gasped, lifted his hips, and fucked the man’s hand. Garrett continued to tell him how good he felt and tasted and looked as he kissed his lips, his throat, his chest. Shivers raced through Dylan from head to toe when Garrett sucked his nipples, drawing them to stiff nubs. His member thickened and stretched in Garrett’s hand as he tugged hard on the buds with his teeth and strong lips, slithering his wet tongue around and around before sucking again.
“Oh, my god…” Dylan swallowed hard a couple times, his breath ragged and chest heaving.
Garrett held onto his cock, pumping firm and steady as he slid lower, tracing patterns all over Dylan’s hot skin with his tongue, following the contours of his rippled abs.
The cameras, Gideon, Rich…they were a million miles away as Dylan lay there, consumed in ecstasy, so close to orgasm he couldn’t think straight.
If you were thinking “straight” you wouldn’t be here.
