Under My Skin (6 page)

But when Sebastian sucked the full length of his generous shaft into his mouth again, then slid it out, back in, out, and in, Dylan's trembling grew more pronounced.

When Sebastian took him deeper still, opening his throat and swallowing the head all the way, Dylan tensed. His muscles locked, his head tilted backward, and a ragged groan tore from him. “Oh... fucking...
God,
that's good!”

Sebastian looked up at him, his mouth and throat full of Dylan's cock.

Dylan's gaze met his, swirling with a strange, desperate intensity that made Sebastian's balls ache and his chest tighten.

“Jesus, Sebastian,” he whispered, pumping into Sebastian's mouth in almost dazed movements, as if he didn't even realize he was doing it.

Sebastian hollowed his cheeks and sucked him, leading him with a hand on his ass.

He watched another slow shudder wrack through Dylan's body.

Then Dylan's hips began to move on their own, his fingers dug into Sebastian's skull, holding his head and guiding him. With grunts punctuating each movement, he bobbed Sebastian's head on his dick and fucked his mouth with uncontrolled abandon.

Yes. Yes. Yes.
Sebastian silently urged Dylan on, loving that he could make him lose control like this. Loving the sense of power and liberation for himself that came with it. He hummed in the back of his throat, offering even more sensation.

“Can't... last,” Dylan panted.

Sebastian suspected that was Dylan's way of letting him know if he wanted to pull back, the time was approaching. But Sebastian had no intention of pulling back. Not with this man.

“Oh, God... ” Dylan's balls drew up tight, his muscles tensed.

Sebastian pressed a slick finger up against the tight entrance of Dylan's ass, then into it. Dylan's sphincter clamped around it as he thrust deep.

“Shit!” Dylan convulsed. Hot jizz shot into Sebastian's mouth, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat.

Satisfaction roared through Sebastian. He swallowed every drop of salty-sweet cum, and breathed in Dylan's sexy, addictive scent.

When he finally let Dylan's cock slip free of his mouth, he licked it clean with gentle strokes, then kissed the tip. He sat back on his heels and looked up at the tattoo artist, smiling.

Dylan's gaze was still churning with that same intensity, as if Sebastian had just given him a revelation of spiritual proportions. But what stole Sebastian's breath was the tenderness behind it.

Never in his life had he seen that in a man's eyes. Not for him. Never for him. But what shocked him most was
who
was looking at him that way.

This wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. Dylan Radamacher was... God, he was supposed to be something else. Not this. Not the kind of man who looked at Sebastian in a way no one else ever had... full of steamy appreciation and acceptance.

Isn't that what you wanted? To prove to him you were more?

Yes, but... But he hadn't expected Dylan to be the one who actually got it.

A knot formed in his throat and a confusing ache throbbed in his chest.

As if he sensed Sebastian's conflict, Dylan held out his hand. When Sebastian took it, Dylan pulled him to his feet and into his arms. “Kiss me.” Dylan's voice was soft and hoarse.

Sebastian did, unable to resist that voice, those eyes. Dylan's mouth moved against his with the same hot but gentle passion that had been in his eyes.

“Let's go inside,” Dylan whispered against his mouth. “I want to take you to bed.”

“I want that, too,” Sebastian confessed, though he knew he should probably be leaving instead, before this got messier and more complicated. But just like he hadn't been able to leave outside the bar, he couldn't do it now either.

Dylan pulled his jeans back up but didn't bother fastening them, then wrapped his fingers through Sebastian's and led him toward the door into the house. He had his keys in his hand, and Sebastian noticed his hand shook as he unlocked the door and opened it.

Once inside, darkness surrounded them. A light burned somewhere else in the depths of the house, but where they stood— the kitchen, he thought— the darkness was a cloak of seduction, stealing Sebastian's confusion and any final second thoughts, and offering up erotic possibilities instead.

Dylan seemed to feel it also, since he didn't switch on any lights. Instead, he shrugged off his jacket, let it fall to the floor, then helped Sebastian out of his as well.

Their lips met again. Gentle hands slid up under Sebastian's shirt to caress and stroke, paused to open a few buttons, stroked again, unbuttoned some more, and then, spreading his shirt, pushed it back over his shoulders and down his arms until it fell with a whispered rustle of fabric to the floor.

Sebastian found the hem of Dylan's T-shirt and tugged the soft fabric up and over his head, giving him free access to the hot skin and sculpted muscle that had mesmerized him for weeks. Dylan's abs, pecs, shoulders, and arms were ripped but not bulky, which Sebastian found a huge turn on— sexy and masculine without being overwhelming.

Their hands roamed while their mouths never paused in their slow, sensual entanglement.

Dylan's hard body moved closer, filling Sebastian's personal space and,
Christ
, he smelled good. Musk and amber and sandalwood all rolled together, along with a lingering hint of cum from the blow job in the garage. The scent swirled through Sebastian's senses, making him lightheaded.

Dylan's lips pulled away from his and traveled down his neck to his collar bone, to his chest, kissing, licking, nipping, then latching onto one of Sebastian's nipples and drawing on it in slow, biting pulls that quickly brought Sebastian to the point of writhing frenzy.

Suddenly, Dylan pulled away and straightened. He turned Sebastian around to face the door they'd come through. He lifted Sebastian's right arm and placed it above his head, against the doorframe, then dragged his palm back down along it as his lips nuzzled the sensitive spot on the back of Sebastian's neck. He did the same with Sebastian's left arm, leaving him spread like a willing sacrifice.

His hands slid around Sebastian's waist, caressed his abs, then worked open his pants. When they were parted, and Dylan's hand brushed over his swollen dick, encased inside the tight cotton of his briefs, then squeezed his sac, it pulled a needy moan from Sebastian.

“Good?” Dylan asked, his voice as hot as his hand.

“Yes... ” Sebastian could barely breathe.

“Damn, you're hung.”

He pushed down Sebastian's pants and briefs until they caught at his knees, then palmed his cock. His hand moved over Sebastian's dick with a practiced motion that felt better than anything Sebastian had experienced in a long time. Sure as hell better than touching himself, which had been the extent of his sexual excitement for the last year and a half.

He felt Dylan sink to his knees behind him. But the warm breath against his ass still caught him off guard, and he moaned again when the wet, firm tip of a tongue touched the top of his crack, then slowly ran its length.

“So fucking sexy,” Dylan murmured, his voice low and husky. “I want to learn every inch of you. Want to touch and taste every inch of you.”

A tremor ran through Sebastian at the sound, at the way Dylan's palm traced the line of his spine, skimming over every vertebra, then lingering at its base.

“Dylan,” he huffed, his voice coming out as a plea.

Dylan tugged off Sebastian's shoes and socks, then eased his pants and briefs down the rest of the way. Sebastian stepped out of them. He trembled at the knowledge he was now nude and completely exposed to the other man. Dylan's heated palms, still so damned gentle it made Sebastian's balls ache, skimmed up his calves, the backs of his knees, his thighs.

A hand eased between his legs to tug at his balls, and then the warm, damp breath was back, brushing over the skin of his ass.

“Yes,” Sebastian whispered, his ass clenching in anticipation just a second before the hot, wet thrust of Dylan's tongue moved against his crack again. He jerked in response, having no control over his body's reaction. The hand at his balls held him in place with a firm tug that was both pleasure and pain in the best possible way. Dylan's free hand spread Sebastian's ass cheeks, and the lusty tongue found the erotic center of Sebastian's core. Sensation surged through him, churning in his bowels, tingling in his limbs.

Dylan rimmed circles around his hole, then licked into it.

“Oh, God!” Sebastian jerked again.

Again, the hand at his balls held him steady, sending a dull, pleasurable ache through them and up into his stiff dick.

Sebastian's fingers curved around the doorframe with a tight, desperate grip. The wood bit into them, but he held on tightly, not sure he'd be able to stay standing otherwise, as Dylan delved into him in earnest, his tongue doing libidinous, mind-bending things that robbed him of all ability to think.

“
Unnnh!
God, Dylan!” He thrust his ass backward to meet Dylan's mouth again and again.

“Damn... Damn,
please
... I need... I need to come.”

But the fingers squeezing his nuts wouldn't allow it.

And then everything stopped... except for the vise around his balls. That tightened.

Sebastian cried out in frustration. “God! Please!”

Dylan's free hand caressed his ass, then slid up his spine and down again in slow motion. Aroused to the point of blissful agony, even that gentle touch set Sebastian's nerve endings on fire.

“Do you like to fuck or be fucked?” Dylan asked, his voice low, and thick with unmistakable desire.

“Both,” Sebastian gasped. “I like both.”

“Jesus,” Dylan whispered. “You just keep saying and doing everything right. Where the hell have you been all my life?”

Sebastian's chest tightened. Sex had always just been sex in the past. Even with Beck. He'd never had anyone talk like this to him before and didn't know how to respond.

“I'm going to let you go, but don't you dare come.”

Sebastian gave a strangled groan.

“Promise me,” Dylan said, his tone firm in a way that only made Sebastian more desperate for release.

Sebastian nodded.

“I mean it.”

“I promise,” Sebastian growled, barely hanging on.

When Dylan's fingers uncurled from his balls, it took every ounce of control Sebastian possessed to breathe deeply and not touch himself for relief. He rested his forehead against the cool wood door and closed his eyes, concentrating.

He heard Dylan moving behind him. Heard a
thunk
, then another that sounded like boots hitting the floor. That was followed by the clink of a loose belt buckle and the rustle of denim. More rustling of fabric and a soft
thump
from something small and leathery-sounding falling to the ground. A wallet?

Then a warm palm smoothed up and over his chest, and the bulge of Dylan's erection pressed against his backside, no longer encased in his jeans but bare and hot and pulsing.

“Still want to come?”

“God, yes.” Another growl. Sebastian couldn't help himself. It was taking everything he had to stay put.

Dylan kissed his neck and rocked his groin against Sebastian's ass.

“Dylan,” Sebastian begged. “I can't take this much longer.”

“I know. Neither can I.” He stroked his palms up Sebastian's arms to his hands, then pried Sebastian's fingers free from the wood and laced his own through them.

Sebastian ground his ass back against Dylan's dick. “I want to see you.”

Dylan released one of his hands and Sebastian felt him reach out, heard him patting it along the wall. The yellow glow of a single bulb came on over the sink Sebastian could see out of his peripheral vision, bathing them in just enough light to see by, but not enough to blind them after being in the dark so long.

He heard Dylan hiss softly, then his hands slid down Sebastian's back in an erotic caress. “You are so damned sexy.”

Sebastian turned in his arms and drank in the sight of him— all sleek skin and hard muscle, but softened by that same appealing gentleness that twisted Sebastian's insides into knots. “So are you.”

Dylan cupped his head and pulled him into an open mouthed kiss. Then his hands moved to Sebastian's dick, one of them holding it in place, while the other rolled a condom onto it. His gaze glittered with open desire, but also pleading.

“I want you in me, Bastian. I want to feel you inside me as deep as you can go.” His husky voice curled through Sebastian like a ribbon of flame.

“Christ.” That's what he wanted, too. He wanted to plow into Dylan's incredible body and plunder it to its very core, then wanted Dylan to do the same to him.

He lowered his mouth over Dylan's and, with a hand on Dylan's lower back, pulled his buff frame against the full length of his own body. Sebastian was only an inch or so taller and their bodies aligned almost perfectly, with their groins at the same level. But he couldn't stay like that for long because even with the condom desensitizing him a little, he was still far too close to the edge to trust himself not to come. And he wanted to be inside Dylan when that happened.

“I need you. Now.” He turned Dylan and pushed him toward the ceramic tiled countertop island a few steps away, then pressed him down until his chest rested on it, but his package was still easily accessible.

Dylan shuddered. “Do it,” he said, his voice cracking.

But the sight displayed in front of him sidetracked Sebastian for a few moments. With appreciative hands, he stroked his palms over Dylan's back, admiring what he couldn't deny was truly exceptional artwork inked into the man's skin— a swirl of Celtic knot work, sea gods and goddesses, and mystical sea creatures in flowing colors. This was nothing like the crude and lewd tattoos Beck and his friends had sported. This was a visual feast that pulled Sebastian in and mesmerized him.

“Beautiful,” he said softly, tracing the tail of a sea dragon where it followed the contours of Dylan's lower back, sculpted ass, then ended in a curl over his right hip. Whoever had done the piece had been a master, somehow capturing Dylan's strength and his spirit in the art.