Chapter 30
MAX
A fter three hours of dancing and socializing, we called it a night. I proudly watched as Dylan talked to his fans and signed more autographs and even took a few pictures before we headed back to Darby’s.
We sat in the backyard for a while, winding down. Dylan was busy talking to his sister, so I headed back to the cottage to have a shower before bed. While I was removing my clothes, I remembered that the shower was outdoors. Shit.
It was silly, really. Or maybe not. I’d done my research, and besides the usual critters, this part of Texas did have rattlesnakes and scorpions and other things I would prefer to avoid at all costs.
Oh well, might as well give the shower a go.
At least if I screamed outside, it was likely someone would hear me and come to my rescue… right?
I finished stripping down, grabbed my bottle of bodywash and a bath towel, and slipped out the back door. The shower was a simple wooden enclosure at the back of the cottage, with strings of twinkling lights crisscrossed overhead. Large hedges of roses bordered the back of the cottage for privacy.
I heard the trickle of running water and realized the shower was already on.
It appeared that my boyfriend had snuck out back and beaten me to it. I heard Dylan humming a tune, which made me smile. I was doing a lot of that lately.
“I know you’re out there, Doc. It’s only me and you, so get your fine ass in this shower.” Dylan’s raspy drawl had all my blood rushing south.
I opened the door and barely made out his form under the soft overhead lights.
He had his back to me, his hands braced on the wood wall, water sluicing down his shoulder blades and between his taut ass cheeks.
Then he turned his head over his shoulder and our gazes locked.
In the velvety darkness, all my senses intensified.
The fragrance of sweet summer roses, the faint hum of nearby crickets.
I licked my lips and tasted tea and honey, but that didn’t satisfy. Only Dylan would.
I moved towards him, sliding under the warm rush of water as our bodies connected. Dylan’s dirty moan echoed my own. His welcoming heat, his heady scent, his unforgettable taste—he was everything I needed.
I slid my arms around his waist, one hand sliding up to his pec to rub his nipple, the other dipping lower, cupping his balls, then gripping his rock-hard erection and stroking slowly.
Leaning down, I gently sucked on the skin where his neck met his shoulder, tasting salt and musk and fresh, sweet drops of rainwater.
My dick found its home between Dylan’s ass cheeks as I bit his neck, sucking him, marking him. Mine.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” I demanded and felt him shiver.
“Max,” he moaned as his body undulated against mine, his head dropping back on my shoulder, wholly submitting to my touch. I thrust my hips forward and continued to map the intimate places on his body.
“Look at you,” I whispered against his slick, heated skin. “So beautiful, surrendering to me. To my touch. To our love. Feel how perfectly you fit in my arms, baby.”
Dylan whimpered and made to move his hands, but I tightened my grip on him.
“Leave your hands on the wall,” I reminded him.
“But I need to touch you,” he groaned and turned his head.
I teased him with a soft kiss and pulled back as he chased my mouth. “Please, please kiss me, love. Take me, own me.”
“It would be my greatest pleasure.” I pulled him in tighter, unwilling to have any space between us. Then I took his lips and kissed him deeply, breathing his air, making it mine. Making us one.
I stroked his cock faster, rolling my palm on the sensitive head on the upstroke and felt his body jolt.
His breathing was as ragged as mine until I kissed him again.
I let my other hand slide down and caressed his stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my touch.
Then lower still, until I cradled his heavy balls and rubbed his taint.
All the while, Dylan’s moans grew louder, his hips frantically pistoning as he reached for his pleasure.
The veins in his arms popped out as his hands turned to fists, straining with the desire to move.
My throbbing dick slid between his wet cheeks as I thrust faster, chasing my own climax.
“Nothing between us,” I moaned as I tugged firmly on his cock. “Just you and me.”
“Always,” Dylan gasped. “Sweetheart, I’m almost there.”
Him calling me sweetheart had my climax racing to the finish line. I tugged on his balls and felt them draw up tight.
“Come for me, love. Let go. I’ve got you.” I moaned as my hips picked up speed and all I could feel and see and taste was Dylan’s hot, wet skin against mine. Nothing but our bodies and souls laid bare under the stars.
My entire body tightened as my orgasm prepared to unleash.
“Dylan,” I groaned as I came undone. Without touching myself. The explosive pleasure rolled through my body as I covered his ass with my cum. I felt his answering shudder and the primal scream that ripped from his throat as he fucked my fist and finally let go.
Dylan was stunning in the throes of his orgasm, and I was helpless to do anything but gasp for air and watch him.
This beautiful man burst into my life, his stardust raining down over me. His pleasure, his laughter, his love—it was everything I never knew I needed.
I slid my arms around his waist to support him as he continued to tremble and jerk, the short panting breaths getting slower and deeper. His arms finally fell from the wall and clutched mine, his hips gradually slowing. Then he turned in my arms and claimed my mouth in a rough, possessive kiss.
“What did I tell you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I must’ve unloaded my brain cells along with my cum because I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Everything’s better in the country,” he quipped with a delicious grin.
I couldn’t argue with that.
Sexy times came to an end when the shower ran out of hot water, so we washed up in record time and ran back inside.
Dylan’s phone was buzzing. He walked past it and headed off to the bedroom.
“You better check that, it could be Warren,” I reminded him as I picked up his phone and followed him.
Dylan reluctantly took his phone from me as we slipped into bed. He tapped on the screen and soon all the relaxation in his face fell and in its place was a scowl that meant no good.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, rolling onto my side to look at him.
“Warren scheduled two more interviews. That means seven to date. God, it’s been so long since I talked to reporters, I just hope everything will work out.” He slid his right leg over my left hip and brought us in tight. All I could see was green pools swirling with worry.
“I’m happy to help you, if you want to rehearse,” I whispered and kissed him. He rolled over me and straddled my hips. I reached down to cup his ass and ran a finger between his cheeks, teasing him with feather-like strokes.
“I…What were we talking about? God, just keep doing that,” he moaned out as his hips swiveled back, urging my fingers on. I tapped his hole and his body jolted.
“Feel good?” I asked, sliding one hand up his back to soothe him. He leaned forward and he kissed me in response.
“Too good. But...”
“What?”
“You touch me, and I can’t think of anything but chasing my pleasure.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” I chuckled as his hands moved over my chest, up my neck, cupping my face.
“In the past, I was accused of being a selfish lover,” he whispered, and the fact that he wasn’t meeting my eyes told me how sensitive he was about this topic.
I couldn’t change his past, but I could ensure that he saw the present clearly.
And the truth was, I’d never felt more desired or loved by a partner in my entire life.
I also felt impossibly protective of him, of us, and I pulled Dylan to my chest, rolling us over until I could look down at him. Finally, his gaze lifted to mine.
“Your pleasure is mine. And you are anything but selfish. Watching you discover your sexuality is the biggest turn on,” I confessed, kissing him gently. “It’s you and me here. And baby, every moment with you is better than the last.”
“Baby, huh?” Dylan teased and I rolled my eyes.
“See what you’ve done to me?”
“Yes, and I’ve never been happier,” he replied.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“Coming from an English professor, that’s high praise.”
“Well, you are my best student.” I tasted his smile. “And speaking of coming...”
“Summer school is now in session?” He licked his lips provocatively and all my attention snagged on his mouth.
“Are you ready for your next lesson?”
Dylan’s kiss was all the answer I needed.