He set his palms against the firm muscle of Dylan's shoulders; bracing himself as instructed and trusting Dylan to take control.
CHAPTER 7
Catch
"Be still for me," Dylan whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Ashton's leaking cock.
It left him shivering first in anticipation, then pure, electric lust as Dylan licked at the wet spot Ashton's pre-cum had left covering those lips. Gently, almost tenderly, Dylan tongued at the crown of Ashton's cock; swirling slickly around and over the slit before taking his entire head into that mouth.
"Ohhhhh," Ashton sighed, his head dropping at the infinite delight that was Dylan's mouth, sucking at him gently.
He moaned again, louder this time as Dylan dropped the gentleness and began to really get into it. Soon he was bobbing his head, taking him deeper and deeper into that warm, wet wonder; as if he was truly enjoying every inch he swallowed up.
"Oh, God," Ashton panted, shock putting more whine than words into the sound. "Dylan."
Desperately, Ashton clutched at him; holding on for dear life. Forget that night with the closet at the party.Thiswas heaven.
Ashton had gotten blow jobs before, but this? This was a whole other level. There was none of the hesitation, the ambivalence, the frustratingly academic curiosity. No mercy either. Just a hot, hungry mouth intent on sucking hisbrains out through his cock. A goal which Ashton heartily, enthusiastically, supported.
It was good.
So good.
Toogood.
"I'm gonna— " Ashton gasped out with what little air remained in his lungs.
Dylan pulled off him, glaring up at Ashton warningly.
"Oh hell no, mi fresa," he growled, the rasp in his voice nearly sending Ashton over the edge right then and there. "I'm just getting started with you."
Hng.
Licking his lips, Ashton's throat bobbed as he eyed Dylan, that –
Threat? Promise?
— stealing away his words.
"Spread your legs," Dylan ordered.
But Ashton hesitated, fear icing down his spine for what Dylan might do next.
What would it be like?
What if he didn't like it?
What if someone comes up here and sees?
What if Dylan told?
What if —
"Do you trust me?" Dylan asked in a low voice, steady and sure.
Did he?
So what if they'd kissed a few times, or Dylan's hand felt like the rapture on his cock? A week ago, Ashton couldn't have picked the guy out of a lineup of his classmates if it weren't for the hair. He didn'tknowDylan, and yet…
