Chapter 18
MAX
A fter several hours of amazing food and great conversation, the table was cleared to make way for a DJ. A few more of Jared’s friends trickled in, and soon the patio swelled to over fifty people dancing and enjoying the warm summer night.
But no matter how many people were around or who I was talking to, my attention always veered back to Dylan.
I wasn’t the only one.
I noticed other guests that stared a little longer and smiled a little brighter when he turned his gaze their way.
But he was more than movie star gorgeous.
Dylan was funny and sensitive, and he had a way of looking at me that made me want to grab hold of him and claim that shy, sexy smile.
I was so in tune with him, it was disconcerting.
Being on that ship day and night was making me lose the tight grip on my control.
And why was I still holding on to it? He wanted to explore his sexuality, and I wanted to teach him every delicious thing I knew.
It was shortly after midnight when I took a break from my bad nineties dance moves and sat on a lounger near the pool.
Andrew encouraged a reluctant Rowan out to the dance floor and soon they were grinding to the fast rhythm and having a great time.
They were a charming couple, so attentive to each other and to their friends.
I noticed how protective they were of Dylan, and it made my normally reserved heart warm.
I looked over the crowd in search of my favorite person, but I couldn’t spot him. Had Dylan left?
“Care to dance?” The raspy voice that echoed behind me was all the invitation I needed. I stood up and turned to face Dylan, stepping into his personal space so our chests bumped each other.
“I thought you’d never ask. But are you sure you want to do that here?” I looked back at the patio.
“Every guest signed those waivers. I’m sure the ones doing all kinds of naughty things tonight are trusting in that. And Alex has a close eye on everything.”
Right now, Alex had a close eye on Jared and Aiden. The two men looked to be in another tense exchange until Alex intervened. Alex motioned for another security member to stand watch as he, Aiden, and Jared walked into the house.
“As long as you’re comfortable then I’m game. But I lead,” I teased.
“I’m in your capable hands.”
I brushed his earlobe with my lips. “You have no fucking idea, Dylan.”
I relished the sound of his sharp inhale as I teasingly brushed my lips against his jaw. When I pulled back to look at him, the blistering heat that constantly simmered between us ignited like a flashfire.
“Follow me,” I bit out.
I didn’t hesitate but I didn’t want anyone’s prying eyes on us, so I walked across the lawn to the patio then around the corner of the house, where we had privacy but could still hear the music. A minute later Dylan followed.
When he turned the corner, I reached out and pulled him into my arms, manhandling him in a move that had my cock throbbing and Dylan groaning my name like a filthy prayer. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted him to scream it out loud until he was nothing but hoarse whispers and desperate moans.
Slipping my hands around his waist, I pulled him in tight.
Perfectly aligned hips, chest, lips. Our breaths mingled in the sweet summer air, rich with the scent of wild roses and sweet lavender.
I was suddenly spellbound, silent and wondering—just for a moment—if this was real.
Until Dylan slid his warm hands around the base of my neck, and the delicious shockwave that ran through my body was the answer I needed.
I pulled him in tighter, until our clothes were the last—the only—frustrating barrier between us.
We swayed together, our bodies moving in rhythm to the slow, sultry music that floated in the air. I had no idea if we were keeping time and I didn’t care. I didn’t notice anything except Dylan in my arms and the rapid pounding of my heartbeat, thrumming in time with his.
“First time slow dancing with a man,” Dylan whispered in my ear as shivers racked my body. “Gotta say, it’s even better than I imagined. But that always seems to be the case when it comes to you.”
Gazing into his soft green eyes, I willingly let myself sink into the pleasure of Dylan’s heartfelt honesty.
I tried to think of something quick and dirty to break the intense moment, but I could only stare at him in return.
What I thought would be a moment of simple lust was turning out to be anything but.
I was far from romantic by nature, but this man, and this moment, made me undeniably so.
I replied by taking his mouth in a possessive kiss, owning him in a frantic tangle of tongues and teeth and lips.
Dylan gripped my hair tighter as I claimed him with deep, drugging kisses.
Not giving him any room for air or doubt or second guesses.
Something that felt this good was meant to be, and the pleasure-pain of that realization went straight to my heart.
He groaned and I reached down to cup his dick, feeling the impressive weight of it in my palm and wanting—no, needing —to taste him. Right fucking now.
Pulling back, I dropped to my knees and reached for his zipper.
“What are you…”
I unzipped his trousers and stopped for a moment to take in the nude jockstrap he wore underneath. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any sexier.
“Just lean back and enjoy it, Dylan,” I managed to whisper.
“Fuck, Max.”
“You are one sexy fucker,” I moaned as I slid the jockstrap down his thighs.
Glancing up, I took in the absolute hunger on Dylan’s face, and my dick got so hard it bordered on painful.
My eyes locked onto his swollen lips, wet from my kisses, and I had to look away before I lost it completely.
I focused on the gorgeous cock in front of me, grabbing the base and wrapping my lips around the pulsing head, tasting him on my tongue for the first time and swallowing him down in one smooth motion.
His choked cry encouraged me to suck harder, and when I swallowed him down again, his dick in my throat, I gave a hum.
I knew the vibration would feel amazing on his cockhead and sure enough his moans got louder, and I tasted more of his salty pre-cum.
“You’ve got a wicked fucking mouth,” he groaned out as I used my other hand to cup his heavy balls, tugging gently.
His encouraging moans had me sliding my hand back tentatively.
I didn’t know if Dylan liked to play with his ass, but given how he was squirming and pushing against my hand, I would say I was on the right track.
“Yes, touch me there. I need it,” Dylan moaned as he thrust his hips forward.
I was more than happy to give him whatever he needed. I popped off his cock and sucked two fingers, getting them nice and wet. Sliding one finger up to his rim, I circled and teased, back and forth until he was humping the air, begging for it.
“More, Max,” he bit out, his chest heaving.
My finger slipped deep inside his tight heat, and I relished the raspy moan that erupted from Dylan as he threw his head back and cursed.
My cock jerked hard in response. I was dangerously close to coming so I wasted no more time.
I slid a second finger in and crooked them, aiming for his prostate.
The sudden jolt of his body was immensely satisfying.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded, and I finger fucked him as I took his cock deep into my throat again.
I felt his control snap, his hips punching forward, frantically straining closer, fucking my face. My climax kept building with every heated touch and decadent taste. I felt his ass clench around my fingers as his body shuddered.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Max, Max, Max,” Dylan chanted as he exploded down my throat.
Hearing, tasting, and feeling his release was more than I could handle.
I let go, moaning my own pleasure as my vision blurred and my body shook with the force of my orgasm.
My hoarse cry was muffled around his cock.
I kept swallowing and sucking, his cum overflowing and dripping down the sides of my mouth and down my chin.
I was a complete mess, but I’d never felt sexier in my life. Then I noticed that his body continued to tremble beneath mine. Was he overwhelmed from the pleasure like me, or was he freaking out?
Reluctantly, I let his spent cock slip from my well-used mouth. I licked my sore lips as I leaned back and gasped for air, my lungs burning, my knees aching, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.
Dylan was still panting, leaning against the side of the house but not saying a word.
Aftershocks rolled through me as I pulled his jockstrap back into place, then zipped up his pants.
Luckily, no one could see us where we stood—or kneeled, in my case—sheltered by the dark canopy of trees and bushes.
We had taken a huge risk though, even with the NDAs.
Fuck. Now that blood was circulating to my brain again, all the what ifs ran through my mind.
I rose on wobbly legs, and Dylan took my lips, tasting me deeply.
I leaned into him and clutched at his arms for support.
Okay, so he wasn’t freaking out. And my brain forgot about all the reasons this was crazy.
The kiss was more intimate than any that came before.
His movements were slow and deliberate, seducing me with every touch until I could no longer think or breathe.
The only thing I knew in that moment was Dylan.
“We need to get back on the ship so lesson number two can start. I need you naked in my bed, under me, over me, in me,” I whispered against his lips, and he chuckled with a husky groan that was pure sex.
“I’d prefer if you were in me, it’s that okay with you,” he whispered and gently bit my bottom lip. Then he nuzzled my cheek and I all but crushed him against the wall again.
“More than okay. Fuck, Dylan, I’m getting hard again. I can’t walk out there like this.” I pointed to the growing bulge in my slim-cut pants. Bad enough that my briefs were soaked, since I had shot in my pants like an overeager twenty-year-old.
“Now you’re worried? Your lips are swollen and red, I have beard burn, and we both smell like cum,” he chuckled. “Besides, most people out there are fucking around or high. They won’t notice.”
I stepped away from temptation to calm myself down. “Let’s go find our host and say goodbye. Shit, we’re going to have to ride back with Ro and Andrew. They’re going to know for sure.”
Dylan rolled his eyes at me. “News flash, Max—they already suspect. So does Aiden. We’re not fooling anyone.”
“Fuck.”
“When we get back to the ship.”
“What are we doing?” I asked, echoing Dylan’s response after our first kiss. My rational brain was back online, and it was fighting with the rest of me. I rarely second guessed myself, but my growing feelings for Dylan gave me pause.
“It’s just sex,” Dylan replied with a quick, cocky grin.
I didn’t like the sound of that either. Like he could so easily hook up with me, and then some other guy, and maybe a woman after that.
The thought of Dylan being intimate with anyone else made me unreasonably jealous.
I’d never wanted anyone with such uncontrollable intensity before, not even Dante, and my logic wavered again.
Dylan was a movie star for God’s sake, he could have anyone he wanted. Once he was out, he’d have men crawling all over him. And this thing between us should be nothing more than playful fun. But it didn’t feel that way. Quite the opposite.
“Why’re you scowling?” he asked me as we stepped away from the wall and turned to walk around the corner of the house. “We scratch our itch, and no one has to know.”
Dylan had no clue that he was throwing gasoline onto a growing fire. So not only was this just a casual thing, but I was his dirty secret to boot?
Before we rounded the corner, I gripped his neck tightly and brought him in close, taking his smiling lips with mine. Hard. I pulled back just as fast and our gazes collided, the flash of possessive hunger burning higher.
“Let me be very clear, Dylan: whatever this is between us, it’s not some stupid itch.”