Page 5 of Swipe Right on the Alpha (Fur Real Love #1)
They stumbled through the doorway, neither willing to separate long enough for graceful movement. The back of Aiden’s legs hit the edge of the bed—a massive structure that dominated the room—and he allowed himself to fall backward, pulling Dylan down on top of him.
Dylan caught himself on powerful arms, hovering over Aiden with an expression of hunger tinged with something Aiden couldn’t quite identify—concern, perhaps?
“We can stop,” Dylan said, though the strain in his voice suggested it would cost him.
Aiden answered by reaching for the hem of Dylan’s henley and tugging upward. “The only thing stopping is these clothes being on our bodies.”
Dylan sat back on his heels, allowing Aiden to pull the shirt over his head, revealing a torso that belonged in fitness magazines—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, defined abs, and a light dusting of dark hair trailing downward beneath his jeans.
A tribal-looking tattoo adorned his right shoulder, the design somehow animalistic in its flowing lines.
“Jesus,” Aiden breathed, hands reaching to explore the expanse of skin now available to him. “Do they put something in the water out here in the woods?”
Dylan’s laugh was strained as his hands moved to the buttons of Aiden’s shirt. “Your turn.”
There was something reverential in the way Dylan undressed him, each button undone with careful attention, fingers trailing over each new inch of skin revealed. When he pushed the fabric aside, his hands splayed across Aiden’s chest with a possessive touch that made Aiden arch upward.
“You’re beautiful,” Dylan murmured, bending to press his mouth to Aiden’s collarbone, then lower to his chest.
Aiden was accustomed to compliments, but something about Dylan’s sincere intensity made these words different—meaningful in a way that both thrilled and terrified him. He gasped as Dylan’s mouth found his nipple, teeth grazing with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure through his body.
“Fuck,” he breathed, hands clutching at Dylan’s shoulders. “More of that.”
Dylan obliged, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks while his hands explored Aiden’s torso, learning each sensitive spot with remarkable precision. When his mouth began traveling lower, Aiden’s hips bucked involuntarily.
“Impatient,” Dylan murmured against his skin, hands moving to the button of Aiden’s jeans.
“Two weeks of fantasizing will do that,” Aiden admitted breathlessly. “Though in my imagination, you weren’t quite this built. Reality is exceeding expectations.”
Dylan paused in the act of lowering Aiden’s zipper. “You’ve been thinking about this? About me?”
The vulnerability in the question surprised Aiden. “Every night,” he confessed. “Especially after that kiss. I had to edit my video three times to make sure I wasn’t obviously thirsty for the ‘mountain man with boundary issues.’”
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Dylan’s face—almost smug in its intensity. “Good,” he said simply, before resuming his task of removing Aiden’s jeans.
Aiden lifted his hips to assist, and soon he was lying in just his black boxer briefs, the fabric doing nothing to hide his arousal. Dylan’s eyes traveled over him with such focused hunger that Aiden felt physically touched by the gaze.
“Your turn,” Aiden prompted, nodding toward Dylan’s still-fastened jeans. “Fair’s fair.”
Dylan stood beside the bed, his movements suddenly hesitant. Aiden propped himself up on his elbows, confused by the shift.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Dylan said quickly. “Just… I get intense sometimes. Especially during…” he glanced toward the window where the full moon was visible. “I don’t want to scare you.”
Aiden sat up fully, reaching for Dylan’s belt. “Unless you’re about to tell me you have tentacles instead of a dick, I’m pretty sure I can handle intense.”
That startled a laugh from Dylan, relaxing him enough that he allowed Aiden to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. As Aiden lowered the zipper, he realized Dylan was commando beneath the denim.
“Someone came prepared,” he teased, pushing the fabric down over powerful thighs.
His playful mood shifted to awe as Dylan’s erection sprang free—impressively thick and long, already leaking at the tip. “Okay, wow,” Aiden breathed. “The universe really went all-in when creating you, huh?”
Dylan looked almost embarrassed, but Aiden was already wrapping a hand around him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from the larger man. “Tell me what you like,” Aiden said, stroking slowly.
“Everything you’re doing,” Dylan managed, his hips pushing forward into Aiden’s grip. “But I want to taste you first.”
Before Aiden could process the words, Dylan was pushing him back onto the bed, tugging his boxer briefs down and tossing them aside. Aiden barely had time to feel exposed before Dylan was settling between his legs, powerful hands spreading his thighs wider.
The first touch of Dylan’s mouth on his cock drew a startled cry from Aiden.
It had been longer than he cared to admit since he’d been with anyone, and the wet heat engulfing him was almost too much.
Dylan didn’t start gently either—he took Aiden deep immediately, his tongue working the underside with skilled precision.
“Fuck, Dylan,” Aiden gasped, one hand finding its way to Dylan’s hair. “That’s—God, your mouth—”
Dylan hummed in approval, the vibration sending new waves of pleasure through Aiden’s body.
His technique was flawless, alternating between deep, engulfing suction and focused attention to the sensitive head, one hand working what his mouth couldn’t reach while the other explored lower, teasing at Aiden’s entrance without quite breaching it.
He’s too good at this, Aiden thought hazily. I’m going to embarrass myself if he keeps—
Dylan chose that moment to take him impossibly deeper, and Aiden felt the head of his cock hit the back of Dylan’s throat. “Wait,” he gasped, tugging at Dylan’s hair. “Too close, too soon.”
Dylan pulled off with visible reluctance, his lips red and slick. “Why stop?” he asked, voice rough. “We have all night.”
The promise in those words sent a fresh wave of desire through Aiden. “Because I want more than just your mouth,” he admitted. “I want all of you.”
Dylan’s eyes seemed to flash in the dim light. “How do you want me?”
The directness of the question, combined with the intensity of Dylan’s gaze, made Aiden’s cock twitch visibly. “Inside me,” he said, holding Dylan’s gaze. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
A visible shudder ran through Dylan’s powerful frame. He reached toward the nightstand, retrieving lube and a condom from the drawer with movements that seemed almost too quick, too fluid.
“I’ve been tested,” Aiden offered, surprising himself with the suggestion. “I’m clean. If you are too, we could…”
Dylan froze, his expression unreadable. “You’d trust me like that?”
There was weight behind the question that Aiden didn’t fully understand, but he nodded. “Yes. I don’t usually, but… yes.”
Something shifted in Dylan’s expression—a softening around the eyes, a vulnerability behind the desire. “I’m clean too. Enhanced immune system, don’t get sick. Haven’t been with anyone in… a long time.”
Before Aiden could question the odd phrasing, Dylan was moving back between his legs, uncapping the lube with a flick of his thumb.
His preparation was thorough but efficient—one finger teasing Aiden’s entrance before slowly pressing inside, then two, curving to find the spot that made Aiden’s back arch off the bed.
“There,” Aiden gasped, hips pushing down to meet Dylan’s fingers. “Right there, fuck—”
Dylan’s eyes never left Aiden’s face, watching each reaction with focused intensity as he worked a third finger in, stretching carefully despite his obvious impatience. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his free hand stroking Aiden’s thigh in soothing circles.
“It’s not enough,” Aiden countered, reaching for Dylan. “Come here. I want you now.”
Dylan withdrew his fingers and moved up Aiden’s body, positioning himself between spread thighs. He poured more lube onto his length, stroking himself a few times before lining up with Aiden’s prepared entrance.
The first press was intense—a burning stretch that had Aiden gasping and clutching at Dylan’s biceps. Dylan paused immediately, his body trembling with the effort of restraint.
“Breathe,” he murmured, one hand coming up to stroke Aiden’s face with surprising tenderness. “We can go as slow as you need.”
Aiden nodded, forcing his body to relax, focusing on the sensation of Dylan’s hand against his cheek rather than the stretch below. After a moment, he rolled his hips experimentally, taking Dylan a bit deeper.
“More,” he encouraged, wrapping his legs around Dylan’s waist.
Dylan pressed forward with careful control, sinking deeper in a slow, steady movement that had them both groaning. When he was fully seated, he paused again, his forehead dropping to rest against Aiden’s.
“You feel…” Dylan began, then shook his head slightly, words apparently failing him.
“Yeah,” Aiden agreed, understanding perfectly despite the lack of articulation. The fullness, the connection, the intensity—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
When Dylan began to move, it was with a precision that suggested hyper-awareness of Aiden’s responses. Each thrust was measured, angled to hit exactly where Aiden needed it most, building a rhythm that had Aiden clinging to broad shoulders and gasping encouragement.
“Harder,” he urged as the initial discomfort gave way to mounting pleasure. “I won’t break, Dylan.”
Something flashed in Dylan’s eyes—a momentary hesitation followed by what looked almost like relief. His next thrust was significantly more powerful, pushing Aiden up the bed and drawing a startled cry from his lips.
“Like that?” Dylan asked, voice strained.
“Fuck yes,” Aiden managed, fingers digging into Dylan’s shoulders. “Just like that.”