Chapter 18
PINK SUITS YOU
KATIE
Dylan’s words heated my body, and despite the stupidly attractive grin on his handsome face that made me want to punch him… I could feel my orgasm ebbing along.
My body trembled, heat pooling between my legs when he pressed closer, his fingers curling deeper to press against my sensitive G-spot. My eyes flew open when the heel of his palm rubbed over my clit, teasing me relentlessly.
The first wave of orgasm hit me hard, my body shuddering. And then a second, stronger wave followed when he kept his pace.
My moan was muffled with his palm pressed against my mouth, but the aftershocks of pleasure kept washing over me. White fiery lust blinded me, my body quivering in his arms.
Before I could fully catch my breath, he sank to his knees, his tongue lapping at my slick folds like a starving man desperate for every drop.
A dog. He looked like a wild, hungry dog.
With his floppy dark wet hair, covering his forehead, falling into his eyes and his soft tongue lapping against my sensitive pussy as if it was his favorite treat.
I slapped at his hands, trying to pull away, but the slick floor betrayed me. My legs buckled, still trembling from the back-to-back orgasms, making it impossible to stand steady.
“Careful,” Dylan said, catching me as he straightened up to his full height. He licked his lips, lust still gleaming in his green eyes. “I don’t want to trouble my sister by letting her find out you slipped in the shower because I made you cum so hard.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored the way he cleaned his cum from my breasts, stomach and hips.
I swallowed, ignoring the look on his face.
He was focused as if cleaning me was some holy ritual, his hands warm against my bare skin.
Even though I pretended to hate it, I couldn’t when his large, warm hands felt comforting.
He loomed over me, his grin widening, making him look like a towering Doberman.
Even Justin wasn’t this tall—
Why was I comparing them?
And why was I letting him wash me?
I stepped out as soon as he turned off the water, ignoring his help to dry my hair, and wrapped the white robe around me, covering my naked body from his relentless hot gaze.
“Is that it?” he whispered, still trying to press closer, naked as the day he was born. I saw him get half-hard out of the corner of my eye.
Jesus. His body needs to be studied.
“Just gonna cream all over me and leave? Wham bam, thank you, Dylan? You’re not even going to say thank you, are you?”
I pushed past him, grabbing my clothes from the pile in a rush, but he pushed in behind me. I tightened my grip on my bra, his warm breath grazing my ear.
“Not even, ‘thank you so much Dylan, that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had!’” He pitched his voice high, trying to imitate me. “Hm? How about a thank-you-handy? Or a blowjob? I wouldn’t mind either, you know. My cock stretching out your pretty lips while you suck—”
My hand shot out, slapping over his mouth.
“Shut. Up.” I seethed, glaring at him.
His cock brushed my thigh through the thin fabric of the robe. I scoffed, shaking my head. “You’re like a cat in heat.”
“I thought I was your bad dog, darling.” His voice was muffled, but I knew he was grinning through my palm.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain control. “Stop acting like a—did you just lick my hand?”
I was horrified when the hot tongue flicked through my hand and looked at it, ignoring his stupid, mischievous smile.
“Sure did,” he said, leaning in until my back was pressed flush against the sink. “I couldn’t control myself when your hand was… just right there.”
I slapped my hand on his chest, embarrassed to get turned on by his thrumming heartbeat. And how warm and solid his body felt.
“You need to control yourself,” I said, pushing him back, and thankfully, he relented.
I tried to gather myself as much as I could and unlocked the door to peek out to see if Amanda was in the living room. I was staying in the guest room, and I just needed to make my way there and put on some clothes.
“Will I see you tonight?” He asked while I scouted the area.
“No,” I snapped, eager to get out of the small bathroom and breathe fresh air that was not contaminated with horny-Dylan-virus.
But then his hand caught the hood of my robe, pulling me back. I was ready to rip his ass and scold him until he cried, but I stopped when I saw him dangling my pink bra like a trophy.
“Don’t forget this, or I’ll hide it in my stash,” he smirked. “Pink suits you, darling.”
“Fuck off,” I said, snatching it from his hand.
He cupped his mouth in mock shock. “Haw, Katie’s got a potty mouth.” He winked when I flipped him off. “Didn’t know you could curse.”
Grumbling under my breath, I stormed into the guest room, locked the door, and triple-checked it.
Because I knew someone, a certain someone, would try to sneak in under the pretense of needing a charger or to check out the view from the room’s window.
“Insatiable,” I mumbled, tugging on my baggy pajama shorts after slathering my skin in my favorite body butter.
My eyes went wide when I caught my reflection in the mirror. Faint light pink bruise spreading across my chest.
That jerk had left hickeys on my breasts!
Anger and annoyance filled my veins as I pulled on an oversized T-shirt. After wearing my mismatched socks, I dried my hair, hearing the muffled voices of people talking outside.
I should go meet Amanda…
But how the hell could I face her?
Her brother—her younger brother—and I had done unspeakable things in a hotel room.
Under her roof.
My chest tightened.
A knot of guilt and shame twisted tighter as I paced, my mind spinning with lies I would have to tell. I wasn’t good at lying.
In fourth grade, when I had beaten up a few bullies for cornering Dylan, the principal called me to his office and asked me if I had punched Ron so hard that he broke a tooth.
I had just shrugged and replied with, “It will grow back. I’m missing my AP science class. Can I go back?”
Oh, my god. What was I going to say to Amanda?
‘Hi, Katie! How’s Pollux? Didn’t know you liked them young?’
The image of Amanda throwing me out of her apartment, of our childhood friendship breaking apart, flashed like a nightmare in my mind.
I shivered, swallowing the anxiety and bracing myself for the worst.
Dylan was an adult. I hadn’t even known it was him until the next day. I had even forgotten what he had looked like!
But he knew it was me. Still, he went along with everything.
Did I do something to lead him on when we were younger?
I bit the inside of my cheek. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Men have always told me that I kept leading them on when I was at college.
So, I had stopped befriending men altogether, convinced I’d missed some social cue I wasn’t meant to understand.
But Dylan… he was different. He wouldn’t call me a bitch if I said no. He wouldn’t justify his actions by playing the ‘nice guy’ card.
So… why did he want me? Like me?
I shook my head, trying to force myself out of the dark spiral of self-blame. I had to face my best friend.
“Katie!” Amanda’s voice rang out the moment I opened the door.
I forced a smile, stepping into the kitchen, only to freeze.
There she was. Amanda, my sweet and scary best-friend, standing bright and cheerful, completely unaware, while shirtless Dylan leaned casually against the island, his smirk barely concealed.
Was it too late to turn around and slam the door shut?