Page 102 of Fall for Him

Derek’s eyes shut. His forehead dropped to Dylan’s. He gripped the hem of Dylan’s T-shirt as if he wanted to tear it off. Sweat beaded on Dylan’s forehead from the heat of Derek’s body pushing against his.

Dylan trembled. “Also, I need you to drive because I’m so turned on right now that I’m not sure I can keep it together behind the wheel.” Dylan’s hand shifted inside Derek’s shorts, dropping further to cup and then squeeze.

Derek groaned his name.

“What do you think, babe?”

“You’re going to kill me with this shit, Dylan Gallagher. Actually kill me.”

The time alone when they got back to the apartment reminded Derek he wasn’t done being angry. He was still seething about the last part of the evening until Dylan came into the bedroom, his eyes showing exactly how ready and hungry he was.

Derek’s mouth found Dylan’s again. “I’m still pissed you didn’t stand up for yourself.” Derek yanked off his shirt and tossed it on the ground at Dylan’s feet. He cradled Dylan’s head as they crashed into the wall, punishing Dylan with his lips and tongue. Ignoring whatever had fallen off the dresser. Ignoring the way the pictures on the wall rattled with the impact of their bodies.

“Good.” Dylan’s eyes glazed. He unbuttoned Derek’s twill pants.

Derek lifted Dylan’s shirt off and brushed the mussed hair from Dylan’s sweat-slick forehead.

How could Dylan let them do that to him every year? Derek had every damn right to be angry.

Derek lifted Dylan and carried him without a trace of gentleness. As Derek threw him on the bed, nothing about Dylan’s wild blue eyes suggested he wanted this to be careful anymore. But Derek would make this good for him. He’d go slow when it counted.

Dylan kicked off his pants and then splayed himself out on the bed. His hand moved toward the very full something as it bobbed against his abs, but Derek stopped him with a look. Derek’s mouth was watering. They’d discussed this on the way back. How to make sure that Dylan was okay. Dylan would tell him if he wanted to stop, but he didn’t want Derek to hold back or act like any part of him was fragile.

Dylan trusted him.

Knowing that made Derek even hornier.

He licked the glistening tip of Dylan with a smooth, long swipe. Time became a haze of skin and pressure and heat. Derek’s awareness narrowed to the twisting sheets and throaty noises that told him Dylan was ready for more.

“Condoms and stuff are in the bottom drawer.”

Derek kissed the spot he’d just tasted and grabbed a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth. He rolled it onto his shaft and then coated it with lube. Dylan had rolled over onto his stomach with a pillow beneath his hips.

God, he was so beautifully eager as he looked back at Derek over his tattooed shoulder. Was it possible for Derek’s cock to get even harder?

Derek climbed onto the bed. His hand sketched a long stroke down Dylan’s back following the black lines across it and then the ridges of his spine before dipping further and spreading and exploring. He circled Dylan’s rim, eliciting deep groans.

“Please…”

Derek didn’t have the self-control to torture Dylan like he wanted to. That twenty-five-minute car ride and the sound of Dylan’s voice begging robbed him of all of his patience.

He offered a single finger first.

“More.” Dylan’s hands fisted in the sheets.

A second finger joined the first. Derek’s other hand traced the slope of Dylan’s spine and then slid beneath his stomach to touch the pulsing presence there. Tender but not tentative, he let Dylan’s panting responses guide him.

“Derek… now.” Dylan lifted himself higher. Opening. Offering. “I need you. I nee—”

And Derek filled him. Shaking, Dylan pushed himself, letting Derek deepen that pressure. The urge to move was almost too much for Derek. He used his hands to make sure every burn of pain was laced with pleasure.

“Do not be gentle with me, babe. Fuck me.”

Oh, he would.

“Please?” The quiver on that last word made Dylan’s demand a plea. A desperate invitation.

Derek let go like he never had with anyone else. He trusted Dylan to tell him if he needed to stop. He just trusted Dylan completely.

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