6. Eh, I Really don’t Care
six
Eh, I Really don’t Care
Leah
T wenty minutes later, Dylan and I have paid our tabs and are in the back of a cab. When he asked where I wanted to go, I couldn’t exactly say back to Amy’s. Banging on the couch where Amy is probably getting laid in the next room doesn’t sound very appealing.
So, I told Dylan we could go back to his place. Maybe I’m setting myself up for disappointment—or to be murdered—but my head is fuzzy, and all I can think about is seeing exactly what it is that Dylan can do with that tongue of his.
The entire time we were hanging out, I knew I was probably going to go home with him. Despite not being my typical type, he made me laugh. That’s always a perk.
And he’s ridiculously good looking.
When he made the comment about his tongue, it sealed the deal for me.
“Where exactly do you live?” I ask as we turn down a side street that leads up a winding mountain road .
“Lilly Leaf Falls,” he replies.
Oh yeah, I think he told me that earlier.
I’ve heard of it but never been there. I manage to get in enough trouble in Kensington without needing to travel to neighboring towns.
The drive seems to be taking forever, and I can feel the alcohol taking hold making my eyelids heavy.
Oh, no. This isn’t going to work. I need something that’s going to help me wake up.
Scooting closer to Dylan, I run my hand over his thigh and slowly trail upward. His brown eyes look into mine as I reach the front of his jeans. Even through the denim, I can feel his cock hardening.
Since he’s sitting directly behind the cab driver, I know that what I’m doing is shielded from view. His reactions are the only thing that could give us away now. The look he’s shooting me tells me he’s trying his damnedest not to let that happen.
Wanting to make things even more interesting, I use one hand to unbutton his pants and drag down the zipper. My fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers to grab his dick.
He stops breathing for a moment, doing his best to gather his composure.
Leaning in, he begins to whisper just loud enough for me to hear. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good.” I tease with a sexy smile.
“I can’t wait to get you alone.”
You and me both, buddy.
I give his cock another firm squeeze and watch him try to remain cool .
“Just wait,” he warns.
Lord, I can only imagine what he has planned. Hopefully, he’s not a colossal disappointment. The fact that he has had a shit ton of booze and is still hard as a rock is a good sign.
The cab driver and I make eye contact in the rearview mirror, and I’m starting to think he knows what I’m up to.
Eh, I don’t really care.
Thankfully, moments later, we pull into the driveway of a cute little house. Dylan quickly zips up, pays the driver, and opens the door to help me out. I take his hand, and he holds it all the way to his front door.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I think about what’s to come. I’ve had my fair share of sex—a good number of the encounters were one night stands. I’m not new to this whole song and dance. But something about doing it with Dylan has me more excited than usual.
He unlocks the door and leads me inside. The moment the door closes behind me, his mouth is on mine. His tongue expertly dances with mine while his fingers push through my hair.
Without me even noticing, he backs me up against the door, never pulling his lips away. The way he kisses is a mix of frenzied passion and perfect control. He’s driving me insane and is completely aware of that fact.
He barely stops kissing me long enough to pull my tank top over my head. Once it’s off, his hands waste no time in unhooking my bra and pulling it from my body.
My boobs aren’t anything out of this world. They’re a solid B cup on a good day. But they’re still tits, and I haven’t had any complaints. The way Dylan starts teasing my nipples tells me he doesn’t care either. I moan into him as my pussy drenches my panties.
As if he’s able to read my mind, he undoes my jeans and pulls them down enough to slip his hand underneath my panties. Ten minutes ago, I was doing this to him, and now, the roles are reversed.
His finger slides between my lips and lightly rubs against my clit. My hips buck, overwhelmed by the contact and yearning for more all at the same time.
“Shit, Leah, you’re already so fucking wet.”
When he pushes a finger inside, all I can give in response is a loud moan.
He teases me a moment more before pulling out his hand. He moves his fingers toward his mouth to taste me. Before he has the chance, I grab him, stilling his digits. I move forward and lick the two that were just touching me. Dylan’s eyes stay glued to me the entire time.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says slowly.
“Really?” I ask, looking up at him while I taste my tangy juices.
“Yeah. Really.”
“Show me.”
He steps back, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the doorway.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Well, I wanted to taste your pussy. Since you licked off my fingers, I guess I’m going to go straight to the source.”
Just the thought of that gets me all tingly, but I try to play it cool as we walk to his bedroom.
He stops at a switch on the wall. “Lights on or off? ”
“On,” I reply without even thinking about it. Although I don’t mind it in the dark, right now, I want to see everything that’s about to happen.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he grabs either side of my face, looking from my eyes to my lips and back again. Pulling me toward him, he kisses me. This time, it’s long and slow, making me crave more.
After a quick nip to my bottom lip, he playfully pushes me back onto the king-sized bed. My stare stays fixed on him as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head.
And it’s a sight to see.
His golden skin practically glows in the warm light and shows off his thick frame. His stomach isn’t accentuated with six-pack abs, but it’s solid and flat just the same. There’s a light smattering of chest hair that funnels into a happy trail that disappears beneath his jeans.
Speaking of jeans, I can see the outline of his cock through his. He apparently lays to the right. Even covered by denim, I can tell it’s a decent size.
I guess Dylan sees me staring because he asks, “Like what you see, beautiful?”
“I can’t see much,” I reply. “Maybe you should lose the jeans.”
He smiles. “Not until you do.”
With that, he grabs my already-unbuttoned pants and yanks them down my legs. Next come the panties. I’m glad I wore some halfway decent ones tonight.
Once I’m completely naked, Dylan looks me up and down. His eyes rake over my body like he wants to devour me.
And I’m going to let him .
The alcohol may be making my brain all fuzzy, but I know, without a doubt, that I want this right now.
Dylan’s fingertips lightly run from my ankle up my leg and side. He looks over all my ink.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says before pushing my knees apart.
Lying on his stomach, he gets comfortable between my legs.
Using his thumbs to hold me open, he plants a soft kiss on my clit.
After a long lick the entire length of my pussy, he says, “You taste just as good as I thought you would.”
I barely have time to process his words before he starts focusing on my clit. He starts slow, teasing it with feathery light licks and doing just enough to get me going.
When he increases his speed, he alternates what he’s doing with his tongue. Every time he starts to build me up, he changes it up, and the process starts all over again.
I have no idea what to do with my hands since I can’t seem to sit still. Finally, I settle on pinching my nipples. The sensation only adds to my arousal.
When he starts focusing on the most sensitive area, my legs quiver, and my breaths quicken.
“Holy shit,” I moan. “Please don't stop.”
He listens and doesn’t move at all. He keeps giving it to me exactly the way I need him to.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I chant, each time getting louder.
All of the build-up comes to a head as the orgasm rips through me. My body shudders as I grab hold of Dylan’s hair and hold him in place while I ride it out .
When I’m too sensitive to take any more, I tug on his hair and pull him toward me. When we’re face-to-face, I use the tip of my tongue to run across his bottom lip.
“I love how dirty you are,” he says.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I push him off me and onto his back.
“Pants off,” I command.
He does so, and I watch his cock come into view. It’s above-average in the size department and has a big purple head and a thick vein running along the bottom.
Dylan’s eyes follow my hand as I get close to the shaft. Instead of going straight for the prize, though, I reach underneath to tease his balls.
“Fuck, Leah,” he hisses through gritted teeth.
“You want more?” I ask.
I plan on taking my time with him, but Dylan has other plans.
In one quick movement, he flips me over and pins me beneath him.
“I want it all,” He growls before locking me in a passionate kiss.
Okay, the golden retriever has a wild side.
I’m so entranced by our kiss that I don’t even realize he reaches over into the drawer on the nightstand and grabs a condom. He only breaks long enough to open the package and roll it on.
He takes my legs and props them onto his shoulders before pushing inside.
“Fuck!” I cry as I feel him fill me completely.
He starts slow, making sure I feel every sensation from each stroke .
“Harder,” I plead. “Faster.”
He lets one of my legs down so that he can kiss me again. One of his hands grips into my hip while the other pins my hands above my head.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I feel like his hands are everywhere all at once. My mind has trouble focusing on just one thing.
All I know is that it feels fucking amazing. He may come off as good and sweet with those dimples of his, but the man sure as shit knows his way around a woman’s body.
My nails scratch at his back as I feel myself inching closer to release once again. He uses his hips to grind into me and drag across my clit. I’m still so swollen and sensitive from the first one that it doesn’t take much contact to get me close.
My moans grow louder, prompting Dylan to whisper, “Are you going to come on my cock?”
Since my brain has turned to mush, all I can do is nod.
He starts fucking me harder and faster, and the pleasure consumes me. My nails dig in while I sink my teeth into his shoulder.
My moans turn into frenzied screams as I come even harder than before.
“You are so fucking sexy when you come,” he growls.
I look up at him. His warm brown eyes are filled with carnal lust. I can feel him still holding back, though. I want to break the dam within him and fuck me like his life depends on it.
“How about you make me do it again?” I taunt. “If you think you can.”
I expect him to keep fucking me, but he pulls out, leaving me empty and desperate for more .
Before I can comprehend what he’s about to do, his head is back between my thighs, and he’s feasting on me like I’m his last meal. There’s no teasing this time. No epic build up. He gets straight to the point, giving all his attention to my clit.
I can barely sit still while he does his heavenly work.
He was right. That tongue of his is impressive.
When he slips two fingers inside me, I completely come undone. I writhe around the bed like I’m fucking possessed as the orgasm takes hold.
Before the night is through, this man is going to fuck me into oblivion.
Time to return the favor.