Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Ramona yelled an expletive at the ceiling.
Really yelled it. As in, the neighbors would hear if the windows were open—she hoped there were no windows open, because she could not stop making noises as Dylan pressed her mouth to Ramona’s cunt.
Soft at first.
A kiss.
But Jesus, it could’ve been the kiss to end the world, start and end wars, rearrange stars and planets.
“Dylan…fuck,” Ramona said, her hips lifting to get more friction.
Dylan pressed her hand to Ramona’s lower belly, pushed her back down to the bed, then lifted her own head to look right at her.
Ramona whined at the loss of contact.
Literally whined . Ramona had never whined about anything in her life. She was a planner, a decider, had to be when pretty much raising a kid since she was thirteen. She didn’t have time to whine or complain or second-guess anything.
But now, with Dylan’s mouth hovering above her, not quite touching, she couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but make these needy noises she barely recognized.
“Such a brat,” Dylan said, smiling, then pressed a kiss to Ramona’s thigh.
Ramona laughed. “I’m not, I just…”
“You just what?”
“I…” She squirmed, lifting her hips again only to be pushed back down. Again.
“Tell me,” Dylan said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth.”
“Tell me exactly what you what.”
Ramona groaned again, Dylan’s breath ghosting over her slick skin.
“Now,” Dylan said firmly. “I won’t touch you again until you do.”
Fuck. Ramona felt herself get even wetter with Dylan’s dominant tone, those eyes looking at her with such command—she could come just from all this, she was pretty sure. She’d never had this kind of sex, if she was being honest. Logan was more of a wham-bam kind of guy, and while he wham-bammed quite well, he wasn’t very mysterious. Wasn’t into talking. Everyone she’d ever slept with, in fact, wasn’t really into talking. The women she’d been with were mostly tourists, summer flings where they simply made each other come.
Which, of course, was nice, but she’d never been with someone like Dylan.
Someone who asked Ramona to fuck herself.
Someone who told her what to do.
Made her say what she wanted.
“Ramona,” Dylan said. “Tell me.”
Ramona felt dizzy, addled by this woman between her legs. She could barely think what she wanted, to be honest. You was on the tip of her tongue, but Dylan had asked her to be specific. Still, she wanted so many things, wanted to be touched so many different ways.
And then Dylan bit her thigh.
It was a soft bite.
A nibble mostly, but holy shit.
Ramona gasped, her cunt flooding as her hips reached for the ceiling of their own accord. “Oh my god. Do…do that again.”
Dylan lifted a brow. “Yeah?”
“Please. God, yeah, please.”
“What is it that you want exactly?” Dylan said, her voice teasing.
“Goddammit, Dylan.”
Dylan laughed, dragged her tongue and mouth over Ramona’s thigh.
No teeth though.
“Say it,” Dylan said.
“Bite me,” Ramona said. “Please, I want you to bite me.”
And then Dylan did. She opened her mouth and scraped her teeth down Ramona’s thigh, moaning against her skin, then caught Ramona’s flesh between her teeth.
Bit down.
“Harder,” Ramona said on a gasp, her hands pressed to her face. Jesus, it felt so good, that line between pleasure and pain. She wanted more . “Please, god, please.”
“Please what?” Dylan said against her skin.
“Fingers,” Ramona managed to get out. “Inside me, please.”
“Good girl,” Dylan said, pressing a kiss to her leg. “See how easy that was?”
Ramona laughed, but it was shaky, barely supported by air, all her brain cells concentrated on Dylan’s mouth and hands and teeth.
Dylan didn’t make her wait long. She spread Ramona’s pussy with her fingers, dragged her tongue up the center, then swirled it around her clit.
“Fuck,” Ramona yelled. “Oh my god, yeah.”
“Yeah?” Dylan said, then did it again. Except this time, while she flicked her tongue over Ramona’s clit, she slid two fingers inside her pussy.
“God,” Dylan said. “You take it so good. Such a gorgeous cunt.” Then Dylan put her mouth exactly where Ramona wanted it.
“More,” Ramona said. “Please, more.”
“More what?”
Ramona groaned, back arching. “Fingers. Just want to be filled.”
“That’s a good sl—” Dylan started, but then stopped, pausing in her ministrations.
Ramona blinked for a second, her cunt clenching around Dylan’s still fingers, letting that word she knew Dylan was about to use settle. She’d never been called a slut before in bed. Never even thought about it…but…fuck.
She liked it.
She liked it a lot.
“Hey,” Dylan said, her nose grazing Ramona’s thigh. “Give me a color.”
“Green,” Ramona said. “Green, green, green. Say it, please.”
“Yeah?” Dylan said. “You want to be my good slut?”
Ramona was right—she liked it so fucking much.
“Yes,” Ramona said. “God, yes.”
Dylan slid another finger inside her, tongue back on her clit.
“Teeth,” Ramona said. “Please. Bite me, Dylan, please. Leave a mark.”
“God,” Dylan said, her thumb replacing her tongue on Ramona’s clit. “Such a desperate slut for me.”
Ramona could only nod, her need at a fever pitch now. Dylan’s teeth went back to that same spot on her thigh, bit down and hummed against her. Paired with her fingers in Ramona’s pussy, her thumb circling, Ramona felt insane.
She literally felt crazy with want, with need, with desire. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard and told what to do and called a slut, and she wanted to come on Dylan’s fingers and see a bruise on her thigh, and she wanted and wanted and wanted.
“Harder,” Ramona said. “Everything, please, Dylan.”
“Such a good girl,” Dylan said against Ramona’s thigh.
And god, Ramona loved that too—the praise paired with a little mean. Jesus, Dylan Monroe was going to kill her. Actually, physically kill her.
Dylan’s free hand roamed down the outside of the thigh she was biting, and when she slapped Ramona’s skin lightly, Ramona yelled again, expletives and yes and green and anything she had to say to get Dylan to keep going.
“Come for me, baby girl,” Dylan said, then bit her again, sucked at her flesh, fucked her deeper and harder with her fingers.
“Oh…my…god…” Ramona rasped, hips flailing, nails scraping through Dylan’s hair. She couldn’t parse the sensations—tongue and fingers and teeth, the crack of Dylan’s palm on her skin. Her body felt like lightning, constant bolts sizzling from the sky to the ground, waiting for the thunder to boom.
And fuck, when it finally did, it crashed through her like an earthquake. She screamed, whole body arching off the bed, nails digging into Dylan’s scalp, but she couldn’t not dig, couldn’t not scream, it was so good, life-changing, the kind of orgasm she’d seen only in porn and assumed was half-fake. Her body felt like light, like electricity and nothing else, her pulse replacing bones and blood and muscle. She came again…then again as Dylan kept fucking her, until she finally felt her ass settle onto the bed as though she were rejoining her body from some other dimension. That’s what it felt like—dramatic and wild and almost impossible.
“Jesus Christ” was all she could say, her lungs working like she’d just finished a marathon. Hell, maybe she had. She wasn’t sure. Couldn’t even tell someone her full name right now if they asked.
Dylan slid up her body, kissing as she went and pulling giggles from Ramona’s throat. She was so sensitive, every nerve a live wire, which only increased when Dylan straddled one of her thighs, her hands on either side of Ramona’s head, lovely face above her.
“So,” Dylan said.
Ramona laughed, her cheeks growing a little warm. “So.”
“That was good?”
“God,” Ramona said, then couldn’t help but grab Dylan’s face and pull her down for a kiss. “That was good,” she said against her mouth. “So good.”
Dylan smiled, their teeth clacking together gently. “I agree.”
“Yeah,” Ramona whispered, keenly aware that Dylan’s perfect cunt was pressed to her thigh and very, very wet.
And just like that, she felt feral again, could spend all night coming, she was pretty sure, but she wanted something else right now. Something she’d never asked for, never even thought of really, not until she was in Dylan’s bed.
“Use me,” she said. A whisper. Barely audible. She set her hands to Dylan’s waist, lifted her leg just a little so Dylan felt the movement.
Her brows lifted. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ramona said, her voice needy and breathy again. “Please.”
Dylan kissed her, then slid down her neck, licking and biting. “You want me to use my slut?” she whispered into her ear, so quiet, but it felt like a shout.
“Fuck,” Ramona said. “Please.”
“My beautiful slut?” Dylan palmed one of Ramona’s breasts, squeezing before she concentrated on the peaked nipple, her hips starting to move over Ramona’s leg. “Perfect. Just a little slut here to make me feel good.”
“Yes,” Ramona whined, arching her back as Dylan pinched her nipple. She gripped Dylan’s hips, moving her more on her thigh. “Anything you want.”
“Just you,” Dylan said, setting one hand between Ramona’s breasts and sitting up a bit. She rolled her hips, a slow undulation over Ramona’s thigh. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
Ramona had no words then, could only moan as Dylan used her body, breasts bouncing as she moved faster. Ramona kept one hand on Dylan’s hip, lifting the other to her tits. She hadn’t gotten her hands on them yet and she needed to, needed it like air, like water. Dylan’s breasts were heavy in her hand, her pink nipples hard.
“God,” Dylan said, sitting up all the way now, which meant Ramona could see her pussy sliding over Ramona’s skin. Waxed with a little thatch of hair on her mound, lips pink and lovely and soaking wet.
“I want to touch you,” Ramona said. “Please, please, can I touch you.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said, hips slowing so she could lift up a little. Ramona slid her hand, palm up, under Dylan…and fuck, when Dylan pressed back down again. The feel of her pussy, wet and soft. There was nothing like it. Ramona angled a bit so her fingers could play at Dylan’s entrance.
“Fuck, yeah, god,” Dylan said. “Go inside me.”
Ramona happily complied, fingers sliding into Dylan’s wet heat, tight and silky. Her other hand grabbed Dylan’s ass, urging her to fuck herself on Ramona’s fingers even harder, clit sliding over Ramona’s palm.
“Oh my god,” Dylan said, moving faster. “Baby. I’m gonna—”
“Come,” Ramona said. “Please, come on my fingers. I need it.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said, her head thrown back. “Beg me. Beg me to come.”
“Please, god, Dylan, please come. Wanna feel you. Please.”
“Fuck, Ramona.” She pumped her hips, leaned over for more friction, hand going to Ramona’s throat. She didn’t squeeze though. Just rested there, a weight Ramona suddenly loved. Ramona reached as deep as she could inside Dylan, curled her fingers, pressed her palm upward.
Dylan gasped, grabbed Ramona’s wrist, her body convulsing. Her cunt clenched around Ramona’s fingers as she came. “God, fuck,” she said, hair in her face, her chest flushed red. Still, Ramona didn’t stop, wanted her to come again, come on top of her. She used her free hand to pull Dylan close, their breasts touching, Dylan’s face buried in her neck as she came again, Ramona’s name a muffled gasp against Ramona’s neck.
Finally, Dylan stilled, breathing heavily. Ramona could barely get enough air either. Her fingers were still inside Dylan, but her other arm was around Dylan’s waist. She drifted her fingers up Dylan’s back, then into her hair. Dylan lifted up so Ramona could free her fingers, and for a second, Ramona worried her touch had been too intimate right after, too sweet , and that Dylan was headed to the bathroom, but then Dylan settled next to her, wrapped her arm around Ramona’s waist.
“You,” she said, then took Ramona’s hand—the one that had just been inside Dylan—and licked her fingers clean.
Ramona laughed. “I’d say that’s a big you .”
Dylan smiled, then kissed Ramona’s palm before releasing her. Then she snuggled closer, her chin resting on Ramona’s shoulder.
“Was that all okay?” she asked.
Ramona grinned. “Um, yeah. It was more than okay. Was it okay for you?”
“Jesus, yeah,” Dylan said. “You’re…god, you’re incredibly sexy.”
Ramona couldn’t stop smiling.
Dylan leaned in to kiss her. Then they just kept kissing, soft hands roaming, making out for what felt like hours. Then, after they both used the bathroom and got some water, Dylan pulled the down comforter over their naked bodies, breath mingling, Ramona’s hands tangled in Dylan’s hair, mouth on hers again as though they’d both been made for this exact moment.