Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I think I do too.” Apollo laughed as he hauled Dylan up until they were collapsed on the bed, laughing together. Dylan kicked off his pants and colorful boxers until he was naked against him. Apollo rolled Dylan under him, capturing his mouth in a kiss. The longer he could keep them wrapped in the haze of sex, the longer he could go without thinking about what precisely he was doing here.
Stupidity, that’s what—
Fun. You’re doing fun. You need fun.
Hell, maybe he deserved Dylan, deserved this little piece of fun on a Sunday night without it having to be some big complicated thing. “Now what was that about a second helping?”
* * *
Dylan groaned as Apollo kissed him. His dick didn’t care that it was supposed to be spent—every kiss ramped his need back up to eleven. His arms snaked around Apollo’s back, tugging his shirt. Apollo raised up enough to pull it off. Dylan could almost hear the chatter in Apollo’s head, and it was more than a little clear that Apollo was kissing him to avoid thinking about the meaning of what they were doing. However, Dylan was totally on-board with the sex-as-distraction plan. Apollo freed from his mental chains was sexy as fuck.
He’d been so sure Apollo had been about to pass on by his room, ignore Dylan’s earlier flirting. It felt a bit like luring a large, feral cat indoors for the night, the victory made sweeter by how damn needy Apollo had turned from the first kiss. The moment Apollo had shut off his brain while Dylan was blowing him had been almost palpable—he’d turned toppier, hands grabbing Dylan’s head, voice getting low and demanding, dick hardening even further in Dylan’s mouth as Apollo seized control of the fuck. Dylan was usually an equal-opportunity kind of guy, but there was something undeniably sexy about when Apollo went all alpha on him.
Like now, Apollo was determinedly licking Dylan’s neck, finding all the spots that made him squirm. Apollo pinned him in place before resuming his attack.
“So sweet,” Apollo murmured, raising his head. His eyes went wide, then narrowed. “Sorry. Closet door is throwing me. Never thought about it before—I keep catching glimpses of us in the mirror.”
“Never done it in here?” Dylan kind of liked knowing that. Something fresh and new was exactly what they both needed.
“Nope.” Apollo laughed. “Never fooled around with a mirror either, but fuck, you’re sexy when you wiggle around and I can watch.”
“Want me to blow you again? You can watch in the mirror.” Dylan wasn’t an exhibitionist per se, but just the idea of giving Apollo a show sent blood rushing to his cock.
“Tempting, but I’d rather fuck you—hell.” Apollo groaned. “I don’t have supplies.”
Dylan groaned too. He wanted to be fucked by Apollo with an unexpected intensity. “All I’ve got is lotion. Didn’t pack condoms—”
“Please tell me you use them,” Apollo growled at him.
“Of course.” Dylan shoved at his shoulder. “But I wasn’t exactly prepping for party central this summer.” Truth be told, he hadn’t packed condoms because shopping for supplies felt like an admission of how desperate he was to get Apollo in bed. It had seemed like a far better plan to just push sex from his summer agenda. Friday might have changed that plan, but he’d been reluctant to trust Apollo’s skittishness for any sort of repeat. “Trust me. I’m going shopping tomorrow.”
Apollo made a low noise in the back of his throat. His frustration was worlds more adorable than his uncertainty when he’d first came into the room.
“You’re a SEAL—surely we can get creative.” Dylan pulled him down for another kiss before this could turn into a safe-sex seminar. As always, Apollo took what Dylan had started and took command, owning Dylan’s mouth with the sort of sucking and licking that had Dylan panting and writhing until their dicks dragged against each other. Their thrusts became more purposeful as their kisses got longer, more intense.
“I want to watch you come.” Apollo turned them so that Dylan was sitting facing the mirrored closet doors. “Fuck, you are hot.”
“So are you.” Dylan arched back into his touch as Apollo fit himself behind Dylan. His sure grip found Dylan’s aching cock and started a slow, sensual rhythm of long pulls. Dylan’s head fell back against Apollo’s shoulder, eyes drifting shut because watching the two of them was almost too intense.
“No, watch,” Apollo urged. “I want you to see how hot you are. The way your face changes is special.”
Dylan tried to keep his eyes open but all he could see was Apollo’s face, so intent, and Apollo’s large hand working Dylan’s cock. The muscles in Apollo’s forearm rippling were far more captivating than Dylan’s own face.
Apollo’s cock was hard against Dylan’s back, and Dylan tried to lean into it. “Damn, I wish we could fuck,” he muttered. His last test at student health back in Oregon had been negative, and Apollo hadn’t done anything in two years and had to get tested regularly for the military. “Maybe...”