23. Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
HATTIE
I slid my hands around to the back of his head. God, I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything before. No way was I going to muddle it up by asking him to define what we were doing.
Popping up on my toes, I pressed my mouth to his. The instant our lips were fused together, he backed me up against the railing of the staircase, devouring and exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue.
He ran his hands over my hips and down my thighs, pausing on the bare skin just past the hem of my skirt. He lingered there for what felt like a lifetime before slowly trailing his fingers under my skirt, lighting up my nerve endings as he went. Gripping my ass tightly, he lifted me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and let my head fall back as he kissed a path along my jaw and nipped at my ear.
“Dylan, please.” I moaned as I rotated my hips, rubbing against him.
“Please, what?” he asked, moving down my neck, pulling my blue sweater farther off my shoulder and pressing wet kisses over my collarbone.
“I need you,” I panted. “So desperately I feel like I’m going to explode.”
He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
My stomach fluttered as his words permeated through the haze of desire that had overtaken me.
“I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue.” Clutching me to him, he headed up the stairs.
I clung to him tightly, sucking on his neck.
Groaning, he dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass. “I want to know how you sound when you’re screaming my name.”
With a chuckle, I pulled back to look at him. “Cocky, are we?”
“Did you think about me last night?” He raised one brow.
Heat crept up my neck and into my face as he turned the corner at the top of the steps and strode into his bedroom. He tossed me onto his bed and loomed over me, studying me with an intensity that made me squirm. Was I brave enough to tell him that yes, I’d imagined he was the one bringing me pleasure?
I tracked his movements as he slid a hand to the holster at his side, unclipped it from his belt and turned toward the nightstand. After he pressed a series of buttons on top of what looked like a digital alarm clock, a drawer popped out. He placed his weapon inside and closed it before turning his focus back on me.
“Please, tell me. Did you imagine it was me touching you?” He pulled the lanyard his badge hung from over his head and tossed it on the nightstand. “Because it’s all I’ve thought about.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and nodded. He made me feel seen and safe, like I could say or do anything, and he would get it.
“Show me.” He tipped his head in my direction and loosened the tie at his throat.
“What?” My core throbbed as I thought about him watching me pleasure myself. Why did that idea turn me on so much?
He slid the silky material from around his neck, and an image of him using it to bind my hands flashed through my mind. Ever since he’d mentioned handcuffing me to my bed, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it. As the idea popped into the forefront of my mind, I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at where his handcuffs were attached to his belt.
“That’s right. I forgot you like the thought of being cuffed to my bed. Being at my mercy.” He pulled them out and threw them next to me on the mattress, then went back to slowly undressing, undoing the top buttons of his shirt.
My skin buzzed with anticipation. I never thought I’d like that. But with him, in this moment, I desperately wanted it.
He popped the button at one cuff, and then the other. “But first, bend your knees. Let me see you.”
Heat flooded me as he licked his lips when his gaze zeroed in on the spot between my legs. God, I was thankful I’d worn my favorite lacy purple thong today.
As arousal coursed through me, I smirked. “Kinda liking bossy Dylan right now.”
“Good,” he said, undoing one button at a time. “Now show me how you touched yourself when you were thinking about me.” He worked his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and undid the last button.
I took in the defined lines of muscles that ran along his chest and abs. My left arm trembled as I kept myself propped up and slid my right hand between my legs and rubbed myself through the lacy material.
He shook his head and smirked. “Get rid of those.”
My skin flushed hotter. I’d never had an experience like this. Though I had no clue what I was doing, I wasn’t about to let it stop.
Arching my back, I lifted my ass off the mattress and slid the thong down my legs.
“Now the rest of it,” he gritted out.
His pupils blew out, watching me as I removed the rest of my clothing.
“That’s a good girl.” In rough motions, he pushed his shirt off his shoulders, then he let it fall to the floor.
His words gave me confidence to bring my knees back up and hold his heated stare while my fingers drifted between my legs. Hesitantly, I ran them down my slit and then back up to circle my clit.
Oh, god. That felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
“Open your legs wider, Hattie,” he rasped out. “I want to see all of you.”
Obediently, I pulled my knees apart, letting them fall to the sides. “I want you .”
“Me too.” He smirked, bringing his hands to his belt and unfastening it. “I can’t wait to feel you gripping my cock. But first I want you to show me what you like.” With one quick movement, he yanked his belt from around his waist and dropped it next to the cuffs.
My mouth fell open. Was he going to spank me with that? My core tightened at the idea.
Jesus. What was it about this man that made me want to do a whole host of dirty things with him?
He popped the button of his pants and removed them along with his boxers. Then he stood to his full height again. “More, Hattie. I want you to touch yourself like you did last night.”
Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I took in his perfectly toned body, pausing to admire his thick shaft. The need to fall to my knees in front of him and wrap my lips around the tip sped up my movements, and I rubbed my clit faster. The way all his attention was focused on me, drinking me in, only added to the pleasure I was giving myself.
Without looking away, he pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. Then he fisted his cock and rolled it down his hard length. Pressure built quickly in my core as I continued to move my fingers against my sensitive skin, watching his every move.
Finally, he got on his knees between my legs, using his hands on my inner thighs to push my legs even farther apart. His gaze never strayed from the junction of my thighs.
“Fuck, baby. I could watch you touch yourself all day. So hot.”
“I’m so close,” I moaned.
He slapped my hand away and grabbed his belt. A whimper slipped through my lips as my arousal skyrocketed.
“Did you want me to use this?”
“To spank me?” Oh my god. Was I really going to let him do that?
A seductive chuckle slipped past his lips. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Only with you.” The words were laced with so much truth.
“I’ll use the belt to bind your hands. It won’t leave marks on your perfect skin like the cuffs would. But only if you want that.”
I swallowed down any remaining nerves, because fuck, yes, I did , and nodded.
“Need your words, Hattie.”
“Yes, I want you to.”
His smirk went straight to my core. “Lift your arms above your head and bring your wrists together.” He looped the belt into a figure eight and hovered over me.
I did as he asked, and as he slipped the band of leather over one hand, then the other, the rough leather scraped deliciously against my skin. He lifted my hands off the bed slightly and tightened the restraint.
His lips brushed against mine and he pulled back, searching my face. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“If at any point you’re not, you need to tell me. Okay?”
I nodded. The sincerity etched in his features settled deep inside me. He wasn’t just giving me what I wanted. He was making sure I was comfortable too.
He raised an eyebrow, silently reminding me that he needed my words.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He grazed my arm with his fingertips, causing goose bumps to erupt in his wake, and stopped at my breast, running his thumb back and forth over my nipple until I was writhing. And when his hand slipped lower and he found my clit, I was sure I’d never experienced anything like this.
“I need—” I panted, suddenly unable to form a coherent thought.
“What do you need?”
“You. Need you.” I’d never needed someone as much as I needed him in this moment. I’d imagined this. Hoped for it. But it far surpassed my expectations.
“Where?” His sheathed length pressed at my entrance. “Here?”
“Yes.” My arms lifted involuntarily, but the tension around my wrists reminded me I couldn’t pull them apart, leading me to relax once again.
Teasing me, he slid his thick head along my seam. “What about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes. Will you need me tomorrow too?”
I nodded as I met his heated gaze.
“And next month?” He inched forward slowly, spreading me, forcing my walls to adjust to his size.
“Yes.”
He shoved deep inside me, pulling a gasp from my lips. The immense feeling that overtook me from being connected to him was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“You feel so damn perfect.” He slowly pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in again.
“More,” I whimpered.
“Want you like this every day.” He dragged his cock back out and plunged into me again.
No one had ever wanted me like that. With every thrust, I could feel his desperate need for me. I never wanted the sensation to end.
His movements picked up, and he thrust into me again and again. It was the perfect combination of rough and gentle. Over and over, he slammed into me, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside.
My walls tightened as I arched into him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Bracing on his elbows, he stared intently into my eyes, watching me as the pressure built in my core.
“ Dylan .” As the first waves of my climax hit me hard, there was no holding back a scream.
“That’s it, baby.” Two more hard thrusts. “Come for me.”
And I did, my chest pressed into his and my hands clenched into fists.
He threw his head back with a groan, his cock pulsing inside me. He drove into me quickly, over and over, as we rode out our orgasms. Then he collapsed on top of me.
We lay there for a few moments. I didn’t care that it was hard to breathe. Being joined with him like this was so worth it.
Finally, he pulled out and leaned back on his knees, a smirk appearing on his face. “As much as I like this view, I should probably free you.”
I smiled, not minding the idea of being laid out for him like this at all.
Leaning forward, he undid the belt’s buckle so I could shimmy one hand out of its enclosure before sliding the other one out.
“Next time I can restrain you to the headboard, if you want.”
Next time. My body sagged into the mattress at his words.
He climbed off the bed and stood. “Give me a minute.”
As he disappeared into the bathroom, I sat up, eyeing his dress shirt on the floor. By the time he stepped back into the room, I’d slipped into it and fastened two buttons.
When he sauntered out of the bathroom, his eyes flared. “Don’t wear any panties under that tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And what if I don’t listen?”
With two big steps, he closed the space between us, smirking. I kinda liked getting him fired up. He backed me against the wall, then ran his hands up my thighs and gripped my bare ass.
“Good girl,” he rasped against my ear. “Now let’s go downstairs and figure out dinner. Then I plan to have you for dessert.”