20. Only on One Condition
ONLY ON ONE CONDITION
DYLAN
A long sigh escaped me the moment I stepped into my sister’s apartment. It was one in the morning, and I was counting on both Amanda and Katie to be asleep, saving me from the endless questions they would grill me with.
Well… not Katie. She’d either stare at me with judgment or walk away.
I ran a hand through my hair and headed to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to gulp down cold water.
Was she asleep? Probably.
Would she hate me if she knew I spent the night as arm candy for some sweet lady celebrating her fiftieth birthday? Most probably.
I was about to drag myself to my room and pass out when a faint sound froze me. A low buzz. I turned back around, pressing my ear against Katie’s door and hearing the small buzz with her sweet moans.
Junior Dylan stood up with attention, and without thinking I knocked on her door. I took a step back and tried to wait patiently. I could hear her scrambling around the guest room that I had helped set up with my sister and—
“Dylan,” Katie whispered. She seemed breathless, with a slight sheen of sweat on her neck. “Hi.”
I eyed her skew, baggy t-shirt and shorts. My gaze slowly drifted from her bare legs—admiring her cute mismatched socks—to the hard peaks of her nipples poking though the thin material and landing on her flushed cheeks. She looked everywhere but at me.
Oh, how I wonder, what she was doing. Humping a pillow? I’ll have to steal that pillow and…
“Why are you awake so late?” I asked finally, shoving my hands in my pockets and trying to lean over her and see her bed.
But she moved quickly, shielding it with the door and her lithe frame.
“Why are you up so late?” she replied, crossing her arms and raising her chin.
My eyes dropped to her plump breasts for a brief second before remembering exactly why I had caught her in the first place.
Right. Because I wanted to watch.
“I just came home,” I said casually, leaning on the doorframe. “I was about to go to bed, but then I heard… a strange noise from your room.”
She raised a brow, glancing back at the room. “Strange noise?”
“Mhmm,” I hummed and went inside, opening the door wider, brushing against her body as heat rose in my chest. “Mind if I check it out?”
“Dylan—wait!”
I ignored her, going straight for the rumpled bedsheets and chuckling low. Her phone was right there. Before she could grab it, I picked it up and raised it high, the video still playing on the small screen.
“Give it back!” she snapped, her eyes furious. “You’re invading my privacy and—”
“And what, darling?” I taunted, keeping my voice low and showing her the clip of us. How innocently she was humping me. “You lied to me and kept the video.”
“Sorry.” A frown etched between her brows. “I’ll delete it now.”
I felt like an ass for making her sad. I didn’t care if she had saved hundreds of videos of us together. I just wanted to tease her.
“I’ll let you keep it,” I offered, holding the phone out. But as she reached for it, I pulled it back. “Only on one condition.”
She sighed, clearly exasperated. “What’s that?”
“Nuh-uh.” I tsked playfully. “You’ve got to agree first.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, and my grin widened with each passing second. I wagged her phone in front of her like a treat, and she finally relented.
“Fine. Spit it out.”
She snatched the phone from me without hesitation.
“Feisty,” I said, walking around her to close the door and lock it.
“W-why did you lock the door?” Katie asked, her eyes widening.
I removed my t-shirt and said, “What? Do you want Amanda to find us… in a compromised position?”
“Compromised position? Why are you removing your shirt?”
“I thought you’d enjoy the view,” I smirked, flexing for her, but she just rolled her eyes at me.
Oh, how much she loved me!
“What’s the condition?” She asked, sitting down on the bed, her back against the headboard and trying to create as much space between us as possible.
Fine. I’ll try to be a good boy and give her the space she wants.
For now.
“You have to tell me what you were doing just now,” I said, my voice husky as I watched her breathing quicken.“While you finish what you—I interrupted.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked flustered.
“So… you knew,” she said, her voice accusing.
“Of course I knew,” I shrugged. “I could hear your moans… and oh—this little guy.”
I reached under the blanket and fished out her bright pink bullet vibrator, which she must have tried to hide. I held it up, eyeing it.
“Give it back!” She said in a stern voice that went straight to my cock.
“No,” I grinned, turning on the tiny device over and finding the button. With a soft buzz, it sprang to life in my hand. It was smaller than my thumb, but I knew exactly how powerful it was. Powerful enough to make the woman of my dreams cum. “Look how cute it is—aah!”
Katie lunged at me, determined to snatch it away, but I held firm as she landed on top of me. Her face looked determined, and there was something so fucking sexy and sensual about it that my semi turned into a full-on hard-on.
“God, you look so fucking sexy right now,” I said, my voice smoky as I kept the vibrator buzzing against the bed.
She didn’t even realize how close she was to me, our faces inches apart, her hair tickling my cheeks. I leaned in when her hands flattened over my chest. Cupping her face, I looked at her, hoping that she wouldn’t stop me.
And I was glad she didn’t.
Her lips crashed against mine in a hungry, passionate kiss. I groaned into her mouth, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer, completely forgetting the vibrating toy that kept buzzing on the bed beside us.
I had way more important things to do than her tiny sex toy.
Like kissing her.
Her gasp was soft as I rolled us over, her back now pinned against the mattress. I kissed her again, swallowing her gasp as her hands tangled in my hair. I hummed, savoring the minty taste of her toothpaste, my hands slipping beneath her t-shirt.
Her skin was warm and soft. I angled my face to deepen the kiss as my hands found the curves of her breasts.
“Wait,” she gasped between kisses, and I pulled back enough to see her swollen lips. “Did you… did you sleep with someone?”
“What?” My brow raised as I thought about what I had done that day when I was holding her breasts. “No. I was arm candy for a woman celebrating her fiftieth birthday.”
“Oh.” Her lips pursed, and she added, “Did you kiss her?”
A slow smirk spread across my lips. “Are you jealous, Katie?”
“Maybe.” She blinked, swallowed hard. “No. I don’t know.”
God, she looks so damn cute!
I kissed the tip of her nose softly and spoke honestly, “I didn’t kiss anyone. Haven’t kissed anyone since the night we met.”
My lips trailed lower, pressing kisses along her collarbones as my hands squeezed her perfect tits. “I promise.”
She hummed, threading her fingers through my hair as I focused on undressing her.
“W-wait, Dylan,” she said, her voice trembling in the thick air. The way she said my name sent my heart into overdrive. I blinked away the fog of lust to stop my filthy thoughts.
“I… I want to try something,” she said, sitting up on her elbows.
“What do you want to try?” I asked, bracing myself and hoping it wasn’t pegging. I wasn’t into butt stuff, but I was scared that if she wanted to try it, I would agree, getting on all fours.
She bit her lip, sitting straighter. “I want to…” she trailed off, glancing at my pants and clearing her throat. “I want to give you… pleasure.”