Chapter 16
I’LL BE YOUR GOOD BOY
KATIE
“Then beg,” I said, my voice trembling and full of nerves and hunger.
I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting him to stay at Amanda’s apartment. And I definitely wasn’t expecting him to walk into the bathroom as the scent of clean soap and steam curled around us.
But here he was.
Close.
Too close.
His breath fanned over the curve of my neck, warm and intoxicating, sending shivers darting down my spine. His hard and strong body pressed against mine like a living wall of heat. His cock, thick and rigid, strained against the soft barrier of his boxers and into the palm of my hand.
I didn’t pull away.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice nothing but a ragged breath. His cock twitched against my hand like it needed me. His voice was low, raw, and soaked in desperation shouldn’t have been that hot. But it sent molten desire pooling between my thighs.
“Please use me—oh, fuck…”
The last word cracked when I curled my fingers and slowly traced the outline of his length through the thin fabric. It burned against my palm.
It was heavy and throbbing.
The remaining steam curled around us, cocooning us in the tiny corner of his sister’s shower. My heart hammered so loud I almost missed his broken gasp.
A part of me wanted more.
“So…” I swallowed hard, breath hitching when I dragged my hand lower, teasing the waistband of his boxers. “How do you want me to use you, Dylan?”
His head tipped back. His fingers brushed my waist, making me ache for more. But I didn’t have to wait more when he gripped me. Hauling me against his chest like I belonged there. When his eyes met mine, they weren’t green anymore. They were wild and stormy.
“However the fuck you want, Katie,” he rasped, pushing his hips closer. The blunt head of his cock nudged my knuckles, making my breath stutter. “I’d do whatever you want. Please. I’ll be… I’ll be your good boy. Fuck, please.”
I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper as my hand slipped past the waistband. Past the last thread of any boundaries and limits I had.
Now there is no going back.
I touched his velvety hard skin. His cock pulsed like it was about to explode. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly with measured innocence. I had never gone this far with a man before.
“You’ll be my good boy?” I asked, voice breathy as I watched the way his abs tightened.
“Yes,” he groaned, the sound animalistic when my grip tightened.
When my thumb dragged over the swollen head, slick with his pre-cum, he swore. His head fell onto my shoulder. His breath came hot and fast as I pumped him. His hips kept jerking like he couldn’t help himself.
Then he bent and latched onto my nipple like he’d been starving for it. His hot tongue swirled in lazy, greedy laps before sucking hard. I gasped, arching into his touch as my hand kept its pace.
“Dylan…” my voice trembled when he cupped my breasts, weighing them in his hands like they were something sacred and filthy all at once.
“Fuck,” he whispered, biting gently at the hard peak before flicking it with his tongue. He looked at me through his lashes, his eyes glazed with lust. “I’ll be yours, Katie. Yours.”
That word triggered me, making me impatient. And before I could think, before I could breathe, I was threading my fingers through his hair, yanking him closer.
“M-more,” I gasped, not knowing what more was. I just wanted him.
“What do you want?” He growled, the sound muffled by my breast before he pulled away to kiss my collarbone. “Tell me. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you every-fucking-thing.”
“T-touch me more,” I said, my veins burning with need.
A need only he could extinguish.
His hand lowered between our bodies, and his knuckles brushed over my soaked pussy. A desperate moan tore from my throat as his fingers found my clit, circling lazily in time with the firm strokes of my hand around his cock.
“More?” he asked, lips curving in a sinful smirk as his breath fanned my cheek. His fingers pressed harder. His cock jerked in my hand.
“Yes,” I moaned, nails digging into his scalp. “Please, Dylan. Don’t stop. Fuck.”
My eyes dropped to his lips. They were soft and full. I leaned in. Just for one taste.
One soft kiss.
But the second our mouths met, heat detonated inside me. His lips molded against mine perfectly as electrifying shivers rolled down my body, making me pull back.
I was surprised and shocked.
But Dylan didn’t even blink. His chest rose and fell sharply, his mouth parted like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Pink flush climbed up from his neck to his cheeks, making him look younger and boyish.
“Katie…” My name left his lips like a prayer before he cupped my cheek and crashed his mouth onto mine with such ferocity that the back of my head hit the tile.
I gasped into his kiss, my fingers instantly curling into his hair, holding on for dear life as his tongue swept in, teasing me. His body pinned me to the wall. Hard muscles flexed against my soft curves, his thick boner hot and pressing on my belly.
The world outside disappeared. It was just us in this tiny, wet cocoon of steam and lust.
I moaned shamelessly when his teeth tugged at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before angling our heads and kissing me deeper.
It was filthy, desperate and perfect.
I kissed him back like a starved woman, one hand yanking his hair and the other clawing at his broad shoulder for leverage.
It felt like years had passed when we finally pulled apart. Both of us were gasping, with lips swollen and faces flushed.
I didn’t want to admit it, but it was one of the best kisses I ever had.
“I want to never stop kissing you,” he said, his hand sliding down from my cheek. He cupped my breast, squeezing until a strangled moan escaped my throat.
“Dylan—”
“Fuck,” he hissed suddenly, hips jerking against me.
My gaze snapped down, and my jaw dropped. A wet, dark stain spread across his boxers.
“Oh, my God.” I blinked. Twice.
Dylan had made a mess in his boxers. The second time.
I didn’t know whether to giggle or be concerned.
“Did you just…?”
“Please.” His eyes were wide and begging. “Don’t mention it.”
Poor Dylan looked like someone had kicked his puppy.
But my curiosity won. My hands slid down his hips before I even realized what I was doing. He tensed, eyes wide, as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and tugged. His boxers slid down his thighs.
“Oh…” My throat went dry. Mess or not, his cock was massive.
“Do you see what you do to me, Katie?” he asked, stepping out of the ruined boxers.
We were both naked now. Nothing between us but warm skin and pounding hearts.
I should run. There was no way I could control myself with Dylan looking at me like I was his last meal.
Instead, my body melted into his when he dragged me close, my breasts flattening against his strong chest.
“Do you always do that?” I asked, breath hitching as his hand trailed down my spine. “Ruin your pants?”
“No.” His fingers dipped lower, cupping my ass and squeezing it gently. His mouth brushed the shell of my ear. “Only when it’s you. Just you.”
“What—oh!” I gasped, arching into his touch when he slid his finger inside me.
“Shh.” His lips brushed my jaw as his finger stroked through my wet folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me.”
“Dylan—”
“Need to taste you,” he whispered, kissing my temple before sinking to his knees.
My breath stuttered with anticipation when he lifted my leg over his shoulder. His tongue darted out for one slow lick.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, my head rolling back.
With his expert tongue and fingers, it didn’t take me too long to reach the edge.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter as he sucked my sensitive clit in his hot mouth. I whimpered, my hips bucking in front of his face as I held on to his hair for support during the onslaught that his mouth was causing.
“Go on,” he crooned, gripping my ass. “Rub this sweet cunt on my tongue. Let me have every fucking drop.”
Dirty, filthy boy.
But I did. I rolled my hips into his mouth, shameless and wild, until the pressure was just right.
“Dylan, I—”
I came, moaning his name with my thighs trembling as his tongue lapped through wave after wave of orgasm. My vision went white with hot lust.
When I blinked back to reality, he was standing again, holding me in his muscular arms like I weighed nothing, with a grin on his face.
“This is my dream come true,” he confessed, eyes burning into mine.
“W-what?” I said, barely able to think straight. “Standing naked in a shower with me?”
“That too, but… ” he licked his lips, tucking a lock of wet hair behind my ear. “You. Kissing you. Eating your pretty pussy until you scream. Making you cum on my face. Tasting you.”
My eyes widened when I felt him. The familiar bulge pressing against my stomach.
Already?!
Jesus, what does he eat?