Page 53 of The Key Holder

“Want my help?”

Dylan shook his head and as he scurried to the bathroom, I watched his bubble butt until he closed the door. I sank back against my pillow, took a deep breath, and started replaying the last thirty minutes. Did I pressure him into that?

No.

He climbed into my lap. Dylan’s an adult and made a choice…and I happened to agree with that choice. I just hoped he didn’t regret it because I certainly didn’t.

It crossed my mind to take a quick shower after Dylan was done, but after swiping my cock with a t-shirt from the floor, I was clean enough for bed. After what we did, I’d rather spend time with him then leave him alone for long.

When he came out of the bathroom, I plugged my phone in and put it aside. He was still naked, except for the cage, of course, and he had a big smile on his face.

“All good?” I asked.

“Yeah, just had a lot of your DNA spilling out of me.”

I chuckled, pulling the covers back for him. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

Dylan wasted no time. He slid next to my body and threw an arm on top of me, his hand resting on my chest. Shrugging, he answered, “I’ll take all of the DNA you want to give me.”

“Sounds like a rejected Valentine’s Day card from Hallmark.”

Dylan laughed, then snuggled even tighter against me, burying his face in between my pec and bicep. I had said I love you to him hundreds of times, but something held me back just now.

What we did—the taboo of it—lingered. Dylan was still Melissa’s son, and while that connection was mostly historical, a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispered a warning.

This won’t work.

Society had its rules, and our history, however distant, bent them. We had no business doing what we just did.

But listening to his breathing, feeling it against my skin, the pressure of his hand on my chest, I knew the current had already pulled me in and I was dangerously close to going under. My attraction to Dylan was a gravitational force, and it had been growing undeniably stronger since the day he walked into this very bedroom at the beginning of summer and caught me fucking a sex toy.

“Good night, Ford.”

“Good night, Dylan.”

Could it really just be this easy?

I woke up alone.

But then I reached over and could tell he hadn’t been gone long. The bed was still warm. Tossing back the comforter, I suppressed the need to find Dylan and pivoted to the bathroom instead. After taking a lengthy and pleasurable piss—fuck, I really had to go—I slipped on some shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs. Halfway down, I could tell he was making breakfast.

And he’s naked.

“Damn.” I stepped farther into the kitchen. “I’m not sure cake for breakfast is part of my diet, but I can make an exception.”

“You like?” Dylan glanced over his shoulder.

“I really like.” I walked up behind him and squeezed both cheeks before leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

I didn’t even think—I just did it. I was about to apologize for being so forward, but then Dylan said, “Good morning to me. A groping and a kiss. I must be in bottom heaven.”

“I’m not complaining, but is this going to be an every day thing?” I asked, keeping my body pressed against his.

Dylan shrugged. “You were inside of me less than twelve hours ago. I didn’t think this would be a problem.”

“It’s not a problem,” I said. “In fact, today seems like a lovely day to be naked.” I stepped back to drop my shorts to the floor, kicking them to the side, and at the same time, pulled my tank over my head. It didn’t take long for my dick to go from semi to fully hard.

“I’d make a pun about sausage right now, but instead I think I’ll just get on my knees.” Dylan dropped the spatula on the spoonrest and pushed me against the counter. He was eager, his lips wet and soft, wrapping around me with a hunger that mirrored my own. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t get all the way down. “Looks like my mouth’s not as big as I thought it was.”