Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CROSSING OVER
DYLAN
It’s been two and a half weeks since I’ve seen Dahlia, and I can’t believe how much I’m missing her.
Our time together those two days over New Year’s went by way too fast. We made the most of our time together, barely getting out of bed except to shower and hang out in my hot tub.
We talked almost nonstop and had a lot of sex.
I keep replaying the things we talked about and the way she looked riding me. Or in all the other positions we managed to cover.
I smile, thinking about one of the conversations we had about her telling me what she wanted. We’d just gotten out of the shower and started kissing, and when I began to get on my knees to taste her, she shook her head.
“You don’t want me to?” I asked.
“I always want you to, but right now I want something else more,” she said, her lips quirking up.
“Tell me.”
“I want you in my mouth,” she said.
Hard as a rock. And when she licked her lips, I got even harder.
I don’t know why with her, but I’m dying for her to let every barrier down. It’s not like I’ve always been a dirty talker in bed, but it just pours out of me when we’re together.
I put my finger up to her mouth, and she sucked it.
“You want my finger?” I teased.
She shook her head.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered.
“I want your cock,” she whispered back, her cheeks flaming bright red.
“Fuck.” I shuddered.
She started to get on her knees, and I put my hand on her shoulder.
“Hold on, let’s get a pillow for you.”
She giggled, and we went into my bedroom, where I tossed a pillow on the floor for her. When she dropped to her knees and her mouth made contact with my dick, I nearly lost my mind. I legit thought I might pass out from the way she worked me over.
God, I miss her. We’ve texted on and off all day, every day.
I pick up my phone for the zillionth time today to make sure I haven’t missed a precious text from her. I just got home from work, and since it’s two hours later for her, I’m not sure if she’s home yet from picking up Chloe at her mom’s house. Sometimes they stay for dinner.
I hope you’ve had a good day.
Hey. It has been a good one. How’s yours been?
Rudy’s onto me. He says I’ve been wearing a goofy grin since the day you came into the store. I told him it was his imagination, but I don’t think he believed me.
LOL. Same for me at work, except they have no idea who’s making me smile like this. Even my dad commented on how happy I seem. He said it’s weird. Ha I must have been a load of fun.
You’re so fun.
You haven’t really gotten to experience my Type A tendencies yet.
No? So the color-coded planner I saw and the way your suitcase is organized to perfection aren’t really your Type A tendencies?
Oh, you noticed that, huh?
I think it’s adorable.
I guess my peers aren’t as amused by it. They prefer the jolly Dahlia.
Well, by all means, let’s keep you jolly.
By the way, I’ve set your ringtone on Emergency Bypass so you can wake me up day or night.
I’d feel bad waking you up.
Never feel bad. I always want to hear from you.
I always want to hear from you too.
I also want you face down and ass up.
And where are your fingers and mouth?
Fuck me. I think my sweet girl might be as into this as I am.
In your wet, tight, exposed pussy.
Oh my.
Too much?
No, I love it. Um…I try to grab your cock to get that inside me too, but it’s hard to focus with all that your tongue and fingers are doing
Fuck, Dahlia. The mouth on you.
Trust me, Dahlia. This is working for me.
It is?
Hell. Yes.
It feels good, doesn’t it?
Very
You love that cock
I do
And I love that pussy
Yes, you do. You can’t get enough
I want to rail it
I can’t get enough for sure
You rail me so hard my ass has red marks where your hands have gripped me tight
It’s so fucking hot when you talk like this
I want to flip you over, put your legs around me, and bury my cock inside you and my tongue in your mouth
I pull your face down and kiss you hard…and wrap my legs around you, squeezing you in deeper
I like feeling your tits on my chest
I like feeling your nipples against mine
I grin at my phone.
They’re very sensitive. If you suck them, I will come hard
Oh, I’m sucking them. But I’ll make you wait longer
I’m wrapping my hand around your soft neck
Where is your other hand?
On your perfect nipple
Where’s your mouth now?
My mouth is telling you dirty, naughty things
Like what?
Your pussy feels so good. You feel like the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
There’s a pause, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. But then I get another text.
I’m saying don’t stop and harder
Are you touching yourself, Doll?
Yes. Are you?
Yes. I want you to tell me when you’re coming.
My strokes have been lazy, but my fist moves a little faster now.
I want to make it last as long as possible. Until we’re both shaking and crazed
That wet pussy is needy
She is
I like how she feels and tastes, and she smells so fucking good.
She likes you. So much. Swallows you whole and doesn’t let go until you’re drained dry.
Holy shit.
Can I FaceTime you?
Yes
I call her and she answers right away, her face red. She’s leaning against her headboard, wearing a V-neck T-shirt.
“Hi, beautiful.”
Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Can I see where your hand is?” I ask.
She shows me her hand between her legs, pulling her fingers back enough that I can see the wetness.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Can I see?” she asks.
I turn the phone to my dick, giving it a few long strokes. I think he stands even taller knowing she’s watching. Show-off.
“Are you close?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“So close,” she says, breathless.
“Me too. You’re squeezing around me, so tight, so wet, as we move faster and faster.”
Her head falls back, but her eyes stay on me. “You feel so good, Dylan. You…feel…so…good.” She moans, and I jerk at the sound, a Pavlovian response.
I groan as I come so hard right behind her.
When our breathing slows, her expression is shy. I grin at her, and she smiles back.
“I’m buying stands for our phones tonight. I’ll send you one too. I want to see what you’re doing with that hand.”
Her head falls back as she cracks up. “You are something else.”
“A good something else?”
“The best,” she whispers.
We start talking about our days, talking about work and the funny things Chloe has said. I tell her Bill has been sleeping in her spot ever since she left.
“He used to sleep at my feet before you,” I say.
“Do you think he’s trying to get rid of my scent?”
“No, I think he’s rolling all over it to get it on him, just like I do whenever you’re around.”
The sound of her laugh fills me up.
“I have changed my sheets since you were here, so maybe he’s searching for your scent, wondering where you went.”
“Aw. That’s sad.”
“I’m a sad puppy too, without you.”
We talk until we’re both sleepy. I don’t want to hang up, but I know she needs her rest.
“Good night, Doll. I miss you.”
“Good night. I miss you too, Dylan.”