Chapter 32 #2
“Yeah? Then get on your knees and show me how not sorry you are. Or when I finally fill up your pussy, I won’t let you come until I’m satisfied.”
I roll my eyes. “Wanna bet?”
“Roll your eyes again, Sierra, but this time with my cock in your mouth.”
I sink to my knees, staring up at him innocently before tugging his shorts down.
He’s thick, long, and curved. One teasing flick of my tongue, and Dylan knots my hair, tilting my head back with a low curse.
“Open wide,” he whispers, and when I do, he spits in my mouth.
I slide my tongue up his shaft to where precome beads at the tip.
But instead of using my mouth, I push him back so he’s sitting on the bed.
I press my tits together and slide him right between them.
Dylan chokes, or groans, I’m not sure which, but the look on his face brings a mischievous smile to my own.
But before I can fully enjoy it, he stands and taps the head of his cock against my tongue before easing between my lips.
I swirl my tongue over the tip, then all the way down to lick the underside of his shaft, making him groan my name.
“When I come, it’s going to be inside you while you’re looking in my eyes. No sooner.”
Heat coils in my stomach when he pulls me to stand and backs me toward his bed. When Dylan slides my panties down, his gaze catches on my anklet. We both still. Maybe it’s the lust or the clarity, but I say, “Take it off.”
Dylan hesitates. But the anklet doesn’t belong to me. The only luck I need is my talent, and my partner. I nudge his chest with my ankle. He unclasps it and tosses it carelessly onto his bedside table. Like he’s been waiting to do that.
He gives no warning before burying his face between my legs. He devours me like it’s my reward. My legs shake so uncontrollably, he grips them to keep them from closing. I come so hard I see stars.
Then the drawer opening, the crinkling of a foil wrapper, and Dylan slipping on the condom happens so fast, I stiffen. It’s been so long, I don’t know how my body will react.
My first time was weird, a little awkward, and …
a relief when it was over. With Justin, it was mechanical.
No touching or teasing, just simple and devoid of pleasure.
I thought that’s how it was supposed to be, or I just sucked at it.
Which is a possibility, since I’ve only had sex with two people.
Dylan is so experienced, and I’ve felt more from his one kiss than I ever have during sex with anyone else.
I’m terrified that I won’t be nearly as good as what he’s already had. And I need to be good enough for him.
“You okay?” Dylan asks, studying me carefully.
“I haven’t done this with lights on before.” It’s the only thing I can think to say, and it’s the truth. No one has ever seen me so completely bare.
“Never?”
“Didn’t think there was anything worth looking at.”
Dylan smiles. “You’re worth framing, baby.”
I flush, and I’m sure he sees the red splotches on my body. “It’s just—go slow, okay?” I feel like a prude, but he nods sweetly.
“You call the shots.”
“Don’t I already do that?” I tease.
“This fucking mouth.” He kisses me hard and pulls back to press the tip of his cock right against my slick core.
Then slowly, slower than I’m sure he would have gone otherwise, Dylan slides into me.
With his hands on my hips, he eases into each thrust, and the sting simmers to a needy heat.
I meet his thrusts, clutching his comforter and tightening my legs around him.
“Good?” he asks in a voice that makes my brain short-circuit.
My body begs for him. “Faster.”
He hesitates until I ask again. Then he drops his face to my neck and fucks me so hard, I can’t catch my breath.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” I bite out.
“Bet you’re wishing I fucked you sooner, huh?”
“Bet you’re wishing I let you fuck me sooner,” I retort.
Dylan thrusts into me even harder, bringing a loud moan to the surface. I quell it with a hand over my mouth, but he steals my wrists and pins them above my head. “Keep them there.”
I oblige, watching him run his hands all over me.
He pays extra attention to my scars, and I can’t take it.
My hand comes down to cover them, and he furrows his brow.
In one quick move, Dylan lifts me and pulls me close, until I’m sitting on his lap, and my back is flush against his front.
He positions us on the edge of his bed, and when I look up, we’re in front of his closet mirror.
I gasp, seeing my flushed face and his body wrapped around mine.
“Suck,” he orders when his fingers tap my lips.
He slides them into my mouth, and I do my best, hoping he doesn’t notice how I’m trembling.
He pulls them out slowly and drops his fists to his cock.
Then, without warning, he lifts me a bit and buries himself as far as he can.
The wet friction makes my core contract. “Come on, all of it, Sierra.”
“I—fuck, I c-can’t.” There’s no way I can take all of him in this position.
“You can. We’re not quitters.” He nips my jaw. “Touch yourself. Show me how you get off while you’re pulsing around my cock.”
Of course he wants that. Only I would go from an inexperienced girl to fucking Dylan Donovan in front of a mirror.
I hesitate, feeling the heat on my cheeks, until he guides my hand between my legs.
“Look at yourself, baby. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and you’re taking all of me so well. ” He kisses my neck. “My sweet girl.”
My heart nearly stops. No one has ever called me sweet. It makes me squeeze around him even more, and Dylan lets out a guttural groan. He moves me up and down on his erection, as I make slow circles over my clit until my head falls back onto his shoulder.
Dylan collars a hand around my throat, forcing me to look forward again. “I said watch yourself, Sierra. I want you to see what I see. Look at how beautiful you are.”
“Dylan,” I moan, unable to take the way his hands squeeze my breasts as he thrusts harder. I’m too sensitive, too far gone, I can’t even think, and that’s never happened before.
“Say it. Say you’re beautiful, baby.”
The words stick to my throat, refusing to come up for a moment. “I’m beautiful.”
“Good girl. Again.”
In the mirror, my legs are pinned open by his, Dylan’s heavy hand caresses my scars, and his brown eyes watch me with a look that sets my heart alight. It’s hard to deny it when he looks at me like that. “I’m beautiful,” I say. “And I feel it the most when I’m with you.”
He thrusts and this time, he lets my head tilt back to capture each of my soft cries into his mouth.
“That’s it. Now show me what a dirty fucking girl you can be.”
I try to meet his movements, leaning forward so my hands are on his knees.
He seems to enjoy the sounds of him filling me so completely.
I whisper that I’m coming, and before I can take a full breath, he twists me around to face him.
It’s rough but he knows I can take it. He knows I’m not weak or fragile.
“The only time you get to come is when your eyes are on me. You’re going to know that it’s me who makes you feel this way.”
My hands tighten on the muscles of his shoulders. “Please. I need to—I can’t—”
“You like winning, don’t you, Sierra?” Dylan rasps. “Ride me like a winner, baby.”
I take that like it’s a challenge; he knew I would. I roll my hips, feeling his abs and his grip tighten, and I swear he whimpers. Dylan takes control then, and he angles me up, hitting my G-spot like he’d been waiting for this, and it’s no surprise I come so hard, my ears are ringing.
I collapse into him, and he holds me tight.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
“I dream about you,” he whispers, and it hits me like a rush of cold air.
The seconds stretch on, endless and heavy, before I finally pull back, still breathless. Dylan looks like he didn’t mean to say it out loud, but that doesn’t deter him.
“It’s a lot of the pretty sounds you just made,” he says. “But mostly, it’s this. When I get to hold you after.”
My heart tries to burst out of my chest and into his arms. “Dylan …”
“Don’t say anything,” he says quickly. “I know who I am, what everyone thinks of me. And I’m okay with it, if it means I get you like this. So fucking okay.”
“But—”
“We’re partners, I know. That’s all you want, and it’s what I want too. No strings. Nothing’s going to stand in the way of your win. I promise.”
It sounds all wrong when he says it. Like we’re throwing pieces of cooked pasta against the wall in hopes that one will stick.
But even as I tell myself that, I know he’s right.
I gave myself to Justin only to lose him and everything I loved that night.
I want so badly for this to be different that I can’t repeat the past. Dylan and I are uncomplicated.
Our goals revolve around what we need from each other, and we won’t stray from that.
Dylan pulls out of me slowly, leaving a hollow ache in his absence, as if he’s taken a piece of me with him. My body is spent, every inch of me is humming with the aftershocks, and the way I feel right now is so unfamiliar, it unsettles me.
I’ve been in control my whole life. Then, the second I hit that ice, I lost my grip.
Even looking in the mirror—something I can hardly do—used to feel wrong because I didn’t recognize the girl staring back.
All this time, I’ve been so desperate to reclaim the old me that accepting the new one feels like a betrayal.
And then something completely mortifying happens.
I start crying.
Dylan looks panicked as he hurriedly discards the condom, then lays me on the bed. “Tell me what I can do,” he says immediately.
“I’m fine. I—God, this is embarrassing. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” I hiccup.
“Hey, it’s okay. I told you, you don’t need to be embarrassed with me, ever.” He kisses my nose. “It’s normal. Sex can bring up a lot of emotions, and it probably hit you all at once. You’ll be okay.”
“I don’t normally react like this,” I murmur into his chest.
Dylan chuckles. “You’re allowed to feel, Sierra. Good or bad, I’ve got you.”
When he turns off the single light, I panic for a split second, and he must feel me jerk, because he flips the lamp back on.
“I haven’t been able to sleep in the dark since—”
“We’ll leave it on then.”
“But it’s annoying. I can call an Uber, it’s not a big deal,” I say, already turning away to get my phone. It feels so much heavier to stay.
“Shh.” Dylan pulls me close like the light doesn’t bother him.
It feels like this was the reason humans were given skin. To be consumed by this achingly desperate touch and the sensation that sparks up my spine. What terrifies me most is that it makes me feel like I could stay. To sleep wrapped in his arms and nothing else.
But I haven’t fallen asleep with anyone, ever. I don’t know if I’ll wake up to a panic attack or my brain will find something else to set me off. I’ve become so unpredictable, even to myself, it’s fucking terrifying. It makes me realize what Dylan and I just shared and what’s at stake.
Sleep never comes, but I don’t move until I’m sure Dylan’s asleep.