Page 16 of Men of Fort Dale: The Complete Series

Sloane’s eyes locked on his. “All of it.”

Sloane’s grip tightened. “You’re not just a guy. You’re you. And last I checked, we already went further than a kiss.”

“What?”

“Get all growly and aggressive.”

Sloane cocked his head, a shadow of a smirk on his face. “Why?”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Because.”

And just like that, he felt himself propelled backward until his back thumped against the wall. There was no pain, just the sensation of force as his back thumped against it. The shiver of pleasure became a jolt, twisting in Dean’s stomach and bringing a low sound from him again.

“Because it turns you on?” Sloane asked, voice low and dangerous.

Holy shit, Dean could actually see pleasure in Sloane’s eyes as he realized he was arousing Dean.

In all the times he had imagined it and dreamt of what Sloane would look like, Dean realized he had not been ready for the reality.

The sight of Sloane, the most heterosexual man Dean had ever known, excited by the idea of turning Dean on, had his knees weak and his breathing sharp.

“Yes,” Dean managed, leaning back against the wall.

Sloane pressed his face to Dean’s neck, nibbling. “I remember.”

Dean’s eyelids fluttered. “Remember what?”

“You blowing me.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Remembering it even more clearly at the moment.”

“And how you liked it when I took over,” Sloane said, taking Dean’s earlobe between his teeth.

Dean shivered. “Noticed that, huh?”

Sloane’s large body pressed against him, pinning him to the wall with a low growl. “I did.”

Dean wasn’t sure what had changed in the past couple of days, from when Sloane had no idea how he felt about everything to pinning Dean against the wall like he couldn’t get enough of him, but hell if he was going to argue.

They probably should have talked first. It would have been the reasonable and adult thing to do.

But Sloane was holding him tight, nipping at Dean’s exposed skin, and Dean could feel the man’s huge cock was harder than it had been the night of the blowjob.

He’d be sensible some other time.

Dean turned his head, catching Sloane’s mouth with his and pressing firmly into the kiss.

Fire lit in his gut, curling up and through his body as his lips parted, welcoming Sloane’s tongue.

Dean wrapped his arms around Sloane’s neck, drawing him in the last inch so he could feel every part of Sloane’s powerful muscles bearing down around him.

Sloane pulled from the kiss, panting as he looked at Dean.

For one moment, Dean thought Sloane was having second thoughts and he was going to bail.

That he realized, despite whatever he thought a moment ago, he was straight, and there was no way this was happening.

Then Dean was up in the air, Sloane’s thick arms around his waist and dropping Dean onto Sloane’s broad shoulder.

Dean gave a startled yelp. “Sloane!”

Sloane chuckled, patting Dean’s butt as he turned to walk down the hallway. “Shut up. You love it.”

“This is ridiculous,” Dean said with a laugh.

“You say, as though I can’t feel you hard against my shoulder,” Sloane snorted.

Dean glared, leaning down so he could swat Sloane’s ass in return. “Not the point.”

“So, I shouldn’t toss you on the bed and pin you to it while I kiss you?” Sloane asked as he stopped at the edge of Dean’s bed.

Dean hesitated, screwing up his face as he realized he was caught. “That’s...you’re an ass.”

Unsurprisingly, Sloane chose to retort by hefting Dean up and letting him drop onto the bed.

Dean bounced once before he felt Sloane’s weight press down on him, preventing him from bouncing again.

Sloane grinned as he hovered over Dean, pinning his arms with each hand and using his weight to keep Dean’s lower body in place.

Dean grunted, squirming under Sloane. “Cheat.”

Sloane bent down, nipping at Dean’s bottom lip. “I’m not going to lie to you; this is...fun to see.”

“Me irritated with you? That’s nothing new,” Dean shot back.

“You irritated, panting, and wanting me to fuck you,” Sloane growled in his ear.

“Oh, holy shit,” Dean groaned.

Forgetting all about his annoyance, Dean pushed his hips up, trying to get some friction on his straining cock.

He had always wondered if Sloane was as dominant and aggressive in bed as he could be in real life, and he was absolutely delighted to find out it was true.

That did not, however, make Dean any less desperate for them to get their clothes off.

Sloane released his grip on Dean’s wrists before moving his hands down to Dean’s shirt. Dean lifted himself up in time for Sloane to yank his shirt over his head. The cool air of his apartment brushed over his skin but was replaced by the warm press of Sloane’s hands.

Dean almost protested the gentle touches until he looked at Sloane’s face.

Written over the man’s handsome features was pure wonder.

Dean watched him, shivering as Sloane’s fingers stroked his sides, over his stomach, and around his chest. Sloane gave an experimental squeeze of Dean’s arms before slowly inching his way off Dean’s body.

Dean watched as Sloane slid his hands over Dean’s waist and down his legs.

Sloane took hold of Dean’s pants, undoing the button and unzipping them carefully.

Dean realized Sloane had probably never undressed a guy before, and it was almost amusing to watch the care he took with the zipper.

When Sloane saw Dean had underwear protecting his tender bits, however, he took hold of them and the jeans and pulled them down.

Sloane’s eyes roamed over Dean’s lower half as he pulled the last of Dean’s clothes off completely. Warm hands massaged their way up Dean’s legs, gripping his thighs and up over his hips. He waited, watching as Sloane slowly made to take hold of Dean’s cock with a firm but careful grip.

“Oof,” Dean grunted, unable to help himself.

Sloane looked up. “You okay?”

Dean chuckled deep in his throat. “Oh, better than okay, this is, yeah, I’m definitely okay.”

Sloane grinned, running a thumb over the head of Dean’s cock. Dean watched, wide-eyed as Sloane bent down, kissing the tip before pulling away and running his tongue over his lips.

“Huh, not what I was expecting,” Sloane commented.

Dean almost asked what Sloane meant until he saw the drop of fluid coming from the tip of his cock. He had been leaking, and apparently, during his sweet and incredibly sexy gesture, Sloane had got some on his lips.

“Sorry,” Dean said with a light laugh.

Sloane reached down, taking hold of the outline of his own hard cock. “Don’t be. This is still here.”

With his attention averted, Dean’s gaze locked on the bulge.

Sloane followed his gaze, smirking as he moved his fingers up to the button of his pants.

With far less careful movements, Sloane’s pants were undone and began slipping down his waist. Dean watched eagerly as the dark trail on Sloane’s stomach became visible inch by inch, revealing a dark patch and then the thickness of Sloane’s cock.

Sloane stood at the end of the bed, letting his pants fall away, revealing his thick, heavy shaft.

“I almost forgot how big that thing is in person,” Dean muttered.

Sloane looked up, concern reaching his eyes. “Uh, we don’t have to, you know?—”

Dean smiled. “You want to fuck me?”

Sloane chuckled, taking hold of the base of his cock and giving it a squeeze. “I did say all .”

Dean reached out toward him. “Then, get that shirt off and come here, and let me show you it all.”

Sloane did as he was told, shucking off his shirt and tossing it away before climbing onto the bed.

Of all the things Dean loved about the moment, he treasured the feel of Sloane’s naked, warm body pressing down onto him as he kissed him.

Held tight, with Sloane’s tongue sliding over his own, Dean felt a wash of pure bliss pass through him.

“God, you feel...good,” Sloane whispered, rutting against Dean as he spoke.

Dean chuckled, not taking offense at the slight hesitance in Sloane’s words.

For a man who was probably used to far softer, curvier bodies, Dean had no doubt Sloane was in a strange place being turned on by Dean.

But by God, he was turned on, and Dean shivered as he felt Sloane’s stiff cock slide alongside his own.

Dean gave him a light push. “Get on your back.”

Sloane hummed, doing so. “Bossy.”

Dean chuckled, rolling over to open the bedside table drawer. “You love it.”

He snatched the lube and then considered the condoms sitting next to it. Dean had, of course, used them before, and hesitantly, he picked one of the condoms meant for larger sizes. He knew how he felt about the idea, but he turned and held the condom in the air for Sloane’s opinion.

Sloane smiled gently at it. “I don’t.”

Dean grinned, tossing it back into the drawer without hesitation.

Even though technically he would have known if Sloane had something, since he had access to the man’s medical records, he would have trusted Sloane instantly.

And if he were completely honest, the idea of feeling Sloane inside him, bare and unhindered, was exactly the way Dean would have chosen it.

Straddling Sloane’s hips, Dean uncapped the bottle of lube and poured a healthy amount onto his hand.

Sloane’s eyes watched closely, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as Dean reached behind him.

Dean let out a low breath as his fingers closed around the thick girth of Sloane’s cock, sliding over it to coat it with lube.

He took his time, making sure every nook and cranny of the thick shaft was coated and ready for action.

He used it as the perfect excuse to grope Sloane.