Chapter 14
DYLAN
I ’d never been kissed. Not like this.
Max owned me and my pleasure me in a way I never knew I needed. Sweeter than I’d imagined and hotter than my dirtiest fantasies. My entire body shuddered when he licked at my lips, our hot, eager tongues tangling, tasting.
I needed more, more, more.
I cupped his ass cheeks with one hand and brought the other up to his neck, gripping the ends of his silky hair and tugging, changing the angle so I could get a deeper taste.
Then I became the aggressor, my desire unleashing.
I devoured his sexy mouth, fearing I might not get the chance again.
Punching my hips forward, I rutted against him, grinding my throbbing cock against Max’s, and his answering thrust stoked our wildfire even higher.
Panic and exhilaration fought inside me for dominance. One kiss and it was too much, and yet not nearly enough. I’d never felt so wrecked from just one taste. I reared back, my lips swollen and already missing his.
“What are we doing?” I asked myself as much as Max as I struggled for air. He gently nipped my lips and smiled, the subtle curve of his sensuous mouth a wicked temptation I was not prepared for.
“If you don’t know, I’m going to say your Hollywood reputation is not what I thought it was,” he whispered, trailing soft kisses over my cheekbone, leaving tiny sparks in their wake.
The shift from frantic tastes to soothing touches let loose a curious ache that settled in my chest. Then he rubbed his nose against mine and the tender gesture made everything cold inside me melt like an ice cream cone on the hottest day of July.
His mouth moved slowly over my jaw, under my ear, licking and nipping my sensitive neck as I let out a loud moan, helpless to do anything but lean back against the door and let the awesome pleasure roll through me.
I didn’t think about the consequences of what we were doing, I just needed more.
“Fuck, Max,” I sighed as one of his wandering hands cupped my denim-covered cock and I thrust against his demanding touch, needing friction.
Fuck, I needed him. I tore at his shirt until it slipped down his arms and his furred chest met mine.
I rubbed up against him, all over him, but it wasn’t enough.
His eager hands slid up my stomach, making the muscles quiver, but he didn’t stop there.
Gently, he thumbed my nipples, pinching them with an expert hand as I struggled to stand on shaky legs.
“Fuck is right. Look how your body responds to my touch, Dylan. Strong, beautiful and all mine,” Max whispered in my ear, and I was so close to coming just listening to his deep, sexy voice.
He leaned down and licked one of my nipples, swirling his rough tongue over the peak and then gently biting it, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my cock.
I’d never been this hard in my life. And how the fuck did I never know how sensitive my nipples were?
“Bed, now,” I whispered roughly but Max’s body stilled.
He laid a whisper soft kiss on my left pec and reared up. I’m not too proud to say the lack of his touch made me whimper out loud. I reached for him, but he shook his head.
“We need to slow this down,” he insisted and ran a soothing hand on my lower back, his forehead resting against mine.
I gave him a playful kiss, trying to entice him.
Max reached up and cupped my face in his hands, holding me steady.
I had no choice but to stare into his deep brown eyes, the move so startlingly intimate I held my breath.
“Don’t think, Max. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. I need…I need…Fuck, I can’t even express what I want to say,” I mumbled as I tried to move my head. But Max held on tight, and I surrendered into his powerful grip.
He gave me one last kiss, and a chaste one at that. I saw a flash of regret in his eyes, and suddenly he let go. I nearly fell to the floor, bracing my hands against the door to steel my wobbly legs.
“That’s why we need to stop. I’m going back to my room. Alone. But tomorrow, you and I are going to talk about what just happened,” Max said firmly, his eyes never leaving mine. He was unyielding in his decision and all I could do was nod. But thank God his face looked just as wrecked as I felt.
No one had ever kissed me with such possessive hunger before. I wasn’t sure whether I should take a risk and reach for him again or ask Charlie to get me off this goddamn ship for good.
As the blood slowly circulated back to my brain, I realized this reckless desire I had for Max could be a monumental mistake.
I had just started to get my life turned around, did I really want to jump into a new relationship?
If my past experience was anything to go by, this could be another disaster in the making.
I knew one thing for certain - patterns that led to no good needed to be broken.
I kept my thoughts to myself and simply stared at Max as he gave me one last heated look, picked up his shirt, and then slowly walked away.
I waited until I could hear his footsteps getting fainter and finally I pushed off the door and closed it behind me.
My legs gave out, my body sliding down the door until my ass hit the floor.
Rubbing a hand through my hair, I closed my eyes and replayed the kiss in my mind.
I licked my lips and tasted Max, his lingering sweetness taunting me.
Without delay, I ripped open the buttons of my jeans and delved my hand inside.
Pulling out my throbbing cock, I spit in my hand and used it to jerk myself off.
I pictured Max’s hand touching me there, then his mouth following suit.
He’d tease me until I was a quivering mess, finally giving my cock attention, licking the head slowly then sucking it down without hesitation.
My hips bucked as I imagined fucking Max’s face, his beautiful mouth stretched wide to swallow my aching dick.
I’d lose myself in his dark, dreamy eyes.
Then he’d stop, give me a teasing lick and whisper dirty, delicious things to me in that commanding voice. And I was all too happy to let go.
“Fuck that’s good,” I groaned as lightning raced up my spine.
I tugged faster, harder. After an embarrassingly short time, I was coming so hard I was shaking all over, rattling the door behind me.
“Max,” I groaned out as the orgasm crashed through me, the bliss of explosive pleasure so good I could do nothing but ride it out.
When I finally calmed down enough to breathe again, I gave a big sigh.
“So that happened,” I said out loud to myself.
I finally stood up on my sea legs and flipped the lock on the door—which was surprisingly intact—and headed straight for the bathroom, stripping off my cum-stained jeans. I took another quick shower and threw myself back into bed.
After that monster orgasm, I should’ve dropped off to sleep right away but my battle with insomnia carried on.
Picking up my phone, I texted my sponsor, Quinn.
Dylan: Sorry to text late. Or rather, early, your time.
About a minute later, my phone chirped.
Quinn: Day or night. What’s up?
I had a moment of panic, but it passed so I kept typing.
Dylan: When my book comes out, people are going to learn that I’m bisexual.
At least one thing was getting easier.
I sent the text before I could change my mind and waited as three little dots appeared on my screen. Quinn was typing, typing, and I was about to lose my ever-loving mind as I prepared myself for his response.
Quinn: Thanks for confiding in me. This is going to be a big moment in your life. Are you concerned that the scrutiny you’ll face will affect your sobriety?
Dylan: For sure. But it’s not just coming out. Remember I told you about Max, my ghostwriter?
Quinn: Are things working out between you? I’m guessing you told him about your sexuality since he’s going to write about it.
Dylan: I did but not only that…Max and I kissed tonight and it’s freaking me out.
I mean, it was amazing. Sorry, you don’t need to know that.
But, you know my relationship history. I jump in with both feet way too soon, then get annoyed when they start to demand more from me than I know how to give.
And things go sideways. I’m just wondering if I should put a stop to this before anything else happens.
Quinn: You said it was a kiss. What makes you think Max will want anything other than sex?
I didn’t know about Max, but my possessive reaction at his potential hook up with another man made it clear that my feelings ran deeper than the usual sexual tension.
Surprising, since I’d never been the jealous type.
The only time I had gotten upset was when I found out Erin had cheated on me.
Other than that, it didn’t bother me when my partners flirted with others.
Thinking about Max doing the same thing made me ragey as fuck.
Dylan: I don’t know. He told me we’d talk about it tomorrow. You’re probably right, doubtful he wants anything other than sex, especially from me.
Quinn: What do you mean?
Dylan: I’m not a good option. He’s responsible and I’m an alcoholic with few prospects. One job for now, but still.
Quinn: And yet it sounds like you want more than sex from him. Have you connected with Max in a way you haven’t with your previous partners?
Dylan: I told him about my family life growing up, which I never told anyone but my therapist before. And about my marriages. He told me personal stuff in return, to put me at ease. It was necessary for the book.
Quinn: He didn’t have to tell you those things. He’s been hired to write your story. Seems like you two have made a meaningful connection.
Dylan: We’re friends and I don’t want to fuck that up. I’ve lost too much already.
Quinn: All you can do is be honest
Dylan: It’s taken me a long time to get here
Quinn: Nothing worth having comes easy. Not sobriety, not relationships, not love, nothing. Talk to him. And reach out to me, anytime.
Dylan: Tks Quinn
I placed my phone on the nightstand and stretched out, closing my eyes.
I kept telling myself it was “just a kiss.” No big deal. We happened to be two healthy adults with normal urges in an intense situation. Tempers flared and passions expended. Forget about it and move on. I’d wake up tomorrow and realize we’d made a mistake. I wouldn’t remember what he tasted like.
But as I laid in bed, I couldn’t help but trace my swollen lips with my fingertips. A mistake felt like nothing further from the truth.