Page 28 of Fire Me Up
Chapter 9
Gael
Iwas completely fucked. Dylan’s words kept replaying in my mind, breaking my heart a little every time I heard them. Casual gay sex.
Was that all he’d felt? Because to me, that entire night had been mind-blowing. It had turned my world on its axis, and I didn’t want to ever put it right again.
My sisters were worried about how hard and fast I was falling, but I needed more. I needed everything he would give me, even if it wasn’t everything I wanted.
And now he wanted a night alone with me. A night to teach me all the things he thought I should know.
I’d followed his prep instructions to the letter. Spent an eternity in the shower making sure I was clean and perfect for him, working myself open with my fingers like he’d told me to, imagining they were his hands, his cock stretching me wide. The memory of it made my dick twitch in my jeans.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a short hallway with eight doors. Dylan’s loft was on the right. My palms sweatedas I approached, fighting the urge to check my reflection in my phone camera.
I stopped in front of his door, raised my fist, then lowered it again. What if he’d changed his mind? What if he took one look at me and realized I wasn’t worth the trouble?
Fuck it. I raised my fist and knocked three times, sharp and decisive, before I could chicken out again. After a few seconds, I heard footsteps, the slide of a lock, and the door swung open.
Dylan stood there in worn jeans and a faded black T-shirt, his hair slightly damp like he’d just showered. He didn’t look surprised to see me, despite my radio silence all day. He didn’t look pissed either. He just looked… gorgeous. Beautiful enough to stop my heart.
“You came,” he said.
I nodded, suddenly tongue-tied. All my carefully planned explanations, all my apologies for running out on him, evaporated at the sight of him. All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him again.
“Well, come on in.” Dylan stepped back, giving me space to enter. I brushed past him, catching the scent of his soap—something crisp and clean that made me want to bury my face in his neck and inhale.
“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” Dylan said as he closed the door behind me.
I turned to face him, gathering my courage. “I’m sorry about last night at the club. I had a bit of a panic thing.”
Dylan’s expression didn’t change, but something shifted in his eyes. “Yeah, I noticed. I was worried. I hope I didn’t move too fast.”
“No, not at all.” Fuck, if anything, it hadn’t been fast enough. “It wasn’t because I didn’t like it. It was the opposite. I liked it too much.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Too much?”
I nodded, heat flooding my face. “I’ve never felt anything like that wild desperation when we kissed. I needed to touch you, to have my skin against yours. Maybe it wasn’t anything different for you, but I… I don’t even know how to explain how intense it was for me. And, um You said it was all casual. I swallowed those words down. “I didn’t know what to make of it.”
Dylan grinned wickedly. “We’ve been denying ourselves, denying that we wanted each other for nearly a week. It was like sex after a long session of edging. Lust, combined with the new experience, made it really hot. Makes everything ten times as exciting.”
My stomach dropped as I realized maybe we weren’t both feeling the same thing. “So it’s not that intense for you? Because it’s not new for you?”
He studied me for a moment, then lifted a hand to cup my cheek, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Don’t look so sad, sweetheart. It’s hot as fuck for me, too. Just… you know, that’s how lust is. Burns hot and then it’s done. But I definitely want you.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he was so fucking wrong, that this kind of intensity didn’t come around every day. I’d never felt like this with anyone. But then I snapped it shut again, sure it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
“But we might as well enjoy ourselves while it’s hot, don’t you think? Did you prep?” His hand slid down to where my neck and shoulder joined, giving a gentle squeeze.
The question sent a surge of heat straight to my groin. I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah. Every step.”
His eyes darkened, pupils expanding until there was just a thin ring of brown around them. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m going to fuck you tonight, Gael. Properly. In a bed. Not in some dirty club bathroom.”
I couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped me—half gasp, half moan. My cock hardened instantly, straining against my zipper.
“As long as you want that,” Dylan added, watching my face carefully.
“I want it,” I said, the words coming out rougher than I intended. “I want you.”
