Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Eden
Words can’t describe the pleasure that pulses through me when Dylan sinks his thick cock into my pussy.
I tremble around him, wishing that I could feel him without a condom.
Flesh-to-flesh. Our raw desire not hindered by the latex that separates us now.
I moan because it’s that good. It’s so good.
I’ve never been with a man who knew how to fuck like this.
Dylan reaches beneath me to cradle my ass cheek in his hand. He tilts me up until the wide head of his cock hits that spot inside of me.
I knew it existed, but it wasn’t until the other night, in this bed, that I finally understood what it felt like to be with a man who could use his body to really and truly pleasure a woman.
I come apart when his teeth bear down on my shoulder.
My sex ripples around him, spurring him on.
“Again,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “I want you to come again.”
I whimper because I’m still falling from the high of my climax. “I can’t.”
He slides in and out slowly. “Your cunt says otherwise. You’re so wet. You need more.”
He’s so raw and uninhibited. He doesn’t mask his need behind the pretense of flowery compliments or token terms of endearment.
His words are a reflection of his wants.
“On top,” I murmur as he plunges deeper.
“Fuck yes,” he answers with a flip of our bodies.
I whine when his cock slides out of me. “Please.”
He settles on his back in the middle of the bed. His hand is wrapped around the root of his erection. “Ride me, Eden. Take what you want.”
I crawl over him, sliding him inside of me. It’s so deep that tears well in the corners of my eyes. “It’s too much.”
“Shh, it’s good.” His voice soothes, just as his hands stroke my thighs. “Take it slow. Set the pace. Use me to get yourself off.”
I lean down to press my lips to his, whispering back what he said to me. “It’s good.”
“So fucking good.” He deepens the kiss with a lash of his tongue against mine. “Fuck me.”
I move my body slowly, adjusting to his thickness. I’ve never felt this full, or this alive.
I slide my hands over his muscular chest until I’m sitting atop him with his cock buried so deep inside of me that the sharp bite of pain is cloaked in pure pleasure.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice is gravelly. “Jesus, look at you.”
I look down into the face of the man I’m falling so fast and so hard for.
“Look at you,” I repeat back before I close my eyes and take what I need.
Glancing down at me, Dylan ties off the condom and tosses it in a wastebasket next to the bed.
His bedroom is set up for ease of pleasure.
Condoms sit in full view. A box of tissues is on the other nightstand beside a lamp that is partially shielding a tube of lube.
The wastebasket is within reach, and I’m guessing emptied every morning.
Dylan Colt was made for fucking.
I know because I just experienced it first hand. Or my pussy did. The ache deep within it will remind me of him for at least the next few days.
I’m still sore from our last time.
“What’s the next step in our negotiation?” Dylan runs his hand over his semi-hard cock.
I roll to my side. “Not what you think.”
His brows perk. “What do I think?”
“It involves my body.”
“I can go another round.” He looks down at his erection. He’s completely hard. “Here’s my proposal.”
I fight off a smile. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
“I fuck you twice a day for a year, and in exchange at the end of that time, we revisit the idea of you returning the jersey. I need a caveat in there about eating you. I retain the right to do that in addition to the twice daily fucking.”
My smile falls. “Dylan, we…”
“We can’t because Buffalo is on the horizon.” He nods. “I know.”
The moment feels awkward, so I swing my legs over the side of the bed. “I propose you give me back my blouse and skirt in exchange for the return of your jersey the next time we see each other.”
He rakes me as I stand. “When will that be? Tomorrow?”
It’s tomorrow already. It’s nearing two a.m., and I need to go.
“I can’t tomorrow.” I fold my hands together in front of me.
“Why not?” he asks, rounding the bed until he’s in front of me.
I tell him the truth. “I’m working.”
“On the Alcester case?”
“Kurt asked me to help with another client,” I say. “I’m going to handle some of that tomorrow.”
“On Sunday?”
I laugh. “You work on Sundays too.”
His hands reach for mine. “I’ll take tomorrow off if you do.”
I glance down at our fingers woven together. It’s so comfortable to touch him. Everything feels like it fits perfectly together. “I need to work.”
Resignation floats over his expression. “You’re taking off now, aren’t you?”
“I am.” I don’t explain beyond that.
“I’ll get dressed and take you back to Noelle’s place.”
I squeeze his hands in mine. “I know how to get there.”
“Understood.” Leaning forward, he kisses me softly. “I’ll grab your skirt and blouse.”
“Dylan,” I say his name just as he drops my hands. “Tonight was incredible. It was everything to me.”
His hand moves to cup my cheek. “To me too, Eden. Thank you for all of it. I mean it.”
I know he does. I see it in his eyes.
I don’t protest when he takes a step toward his walk-in closet. I watch him as he moves away from me, knowing that soon we’ll be walking away from each other for good.