Dilynne #2
His finger lands on my neck, stroking the skin and making goosebumps appear out of thin air. “I know. Too busy to even answer a damn text message.”
“I didn’t have anything to say to you.”
“Well, that’s a first,” he counters. “I bet if I got you talking about how to change a tire, though, I couldn’t get you to shut up.”
“That’s easy,” I say, resting a hand on the toolbox in front of me as his chest brushes my back. “First, you need to make sure you apply the parking brake. People usually forget that step.”
He brushes a few stray hairs along my neck that have fallen from my ponytail with his hand. “Good tip.”
“Then, you—you have to put the jack under the car, re—remove the hub cap and…lo—loosen the lug nuts. That’s the part people tend to struggle with the most.” My words are coming out broken because his proximity is clouding my mind.
I can feel his chuckle vibrate in his chest against my back. “Makes sense.” And then he groans as his hand comes down on my waist, pulling me into him. “God. Who knew listening to you talking about changing a tire could be such a turn on?”
“I mean, cars have always turned me on, so…”
“It’s not the cars, Dilynne.” He presses himself into my back again, dragging his nose up the column of my throat until he’s right next to my ear.
“There’s something else that’s turning me on lately, and I—” His frustrated breath is heavy on my skin when he continues.
“I don’t know what to fucking do about it. ”
His admission rests between us like a bomb I’m too afraid to touch.
Slowly, I spin around to face him, peering up at his eyes, finding his pupils dilated. “You should get that checked out. I think…well, I think you might be going crazy.”
“Trust me. I’ve been wondering if that’s what’s been happening for a while now.” He almost sounds as if he’s in pain, but then he continues, catching me off guard. “Do—do you feel like you’re going crazy too?”
I can hear my pulse in my ears. His eyes search mine for answers that I don’t have, at least not right now.
All I can focus on is this tension, this pull between us that I don’t know how much longer I can resist.
Blinking myself out of the trance, I manage to croak out, “I—I need to get back to work.” I turn back to my toolbox, but his hand comes down on mine, holding me in place against the metal.
“Dilynne…” My name comes out as a plea, and that’s when something in my brain snaps.
I push his hand away, he takes a step back, and then I face him head-on again. “What is this, Elliot?”
His brows draw together. “What is what?”
“This! You…me. You…” I struggle with what to say. “You freaking kissed me last night!”
His face transforms from confused to stoic. “I did.”
“And? You don’t see anything wrong with that?”
“You’re my fiancée…”
“Fake fiancée,” I correct him, watching him grow beyond irritated the more I turn this conversation into a battle. But damn it, I’m confused and frustrated, and this man is sending me all sorts of signals that I’m struggling to understand. “But there was nothing fake about that kiss, Elliot.”
His jaw clenches tight as he focuses on me. “What do you want me to say, Dilynne?”
“When were you going to tell me about The Charming Bull?”
His eyes widen with shock. “What?”
“Your dick. The Charming Bull. The bull riding contest!” I throw my hands in the air. “When were you going to tell me that I made you hard?”
“Never,” he answers honestly, but the fire in his eyes is getting easier to read.
“Really?”
His voice grows louder. “Yes! You never were going to know about that because it wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“But it did, and now it’s happening again.”
“What is?”
“You’re hard, Elliot. I felt your fucking dick on my back! And on my stomach, and in between my legs when you kissed me at the winery!”
Both of his hands push through his hair as he twists away from me and starts to pace. “Stop…stop talking, Dilynne.”
“Or what?”
“Just stop talking, please!” he shouts, burying his hands in his hair while closing his eyes.
But I’m not through with him. I want answers. I need answers.
Just a few minutes ago he was standing against me, teasing me with his touch. What was the point if he’s just going to keep trying to ignore what’s happening between us?
“You can’t make me shut up, Elliot,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “Newsflash, I’m not some woman that lets men boss her around, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”
He stalks toward me again and grips my chin in his hand more gently than the tension in his entire body is conveying right now, staring down at me with eyes that I want to burn me. Hell, I’m already on fire between my thighs, let’s see what else this tension between us can scorch.
“If you can’t stop talking long enough for me to respond, then I’ll shut you up when I shove my cock down your throat.”
Flash flood warning.
Flooding will occur on the floor of my garage in three, two, one…
“Do it,” I fire back, shocking myself even though I fight not to show it.
He squints, but his eyes remain locked on mine. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Dilynne.”
Palming him through his slacks, I rub my hand over his erection—his long, hard, hot cock straining against his zipper.
Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that in my mouth right now at all.
Elliot Thorne is packing and my rational brain has officially vacated the building.
“No, I do. And I know you feel it too—this sexual tension between us. So, what if we give in? What if we fuck and get it out of our systems? I know I think more clearly after a good orgasm, so…”
“If I fuck you, it won’t just be one time. I will fuck you over and over again until the only cock your pussy craves is mine.”
“That’s a big promise, Elliot. You sure you can deliver? You sure—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence because Elliot’s mouth is covering mine, swallowing my moans as his arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me in his arms. My legs wrap around him instinctually and I bury my hands in his thick tresses, groaning as our tongues tangle and fight for control.
“You’re so fucking mouthy,” he mumbles against my lips.
“You act like you’re shocked by that.”
He carries me over to the door that leads to the front reception area and flicks on the other set of lights in the garage, bright fluorescent swirls blinding me for a minute. “What the…”
“If you’re going to be on your knees swallowing my cock, I want to make sure I can see it.”
“And what about your rules?” I ask as he toys with my bottom lip, still holding me in his arms.
“None of the rules said no sex, so technically, we aren’t breaking any.”
“I think that’s one of the wisest things you’ve ever said.”
“Funny. Now get on your knees, Dilynne.”
The feminism leaves my body as he sets me down and I instantly obey him. Something about the way he’s bossing me around makes me want to abide, and that’s a first for me.
I reach up and pop his belt open, pulling the leather to release the belt and then free the clasp on his slacks, slowly pulling the zipper down to find the bulge behind his black boxer briefs that has been taunting me for weeks now. “I have one more question for you, Elliot.”
His fingers tip my chin up so I can look into his eyes, and vice versa. “And what is that?”
I pause with anticipation for his answer. “What piercing did you get?”
His lips part. “How did you…”
“Guys talk just as much as the girls,” I say with a shrug, rubbing him through his underwear again, feeling a piece of metal near the tip of his erection.
He swallows roughly, reaches down into his briefs, and pulls out his cock that instantly makes my vagina clench. “It’s an apadravya,” he says as my eyes take in the steel barbell going through the head of his dick vertically. “And you’re the first woman who gets to experience it.”
“Lucky me.” I bring the head of his cock to my lips, dragging my tongue along his slit and then slowly circling the head. “No luck sealing the deal with anyone else, huh?”
“Fucking hell,” he grates out, watching my every move. “No. Apparently the only woman my dick has been interested in lately…is you.”
And even though I already knew that, my response still comes out shocked to hear him confirm it. “Oh.”
“Yeah, Dilynne.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “Now, if you’re done talking, I’m ready to shut you up.” He licks his lips and pushes his cock toward my mouth. “Take me in, all the way back, and choke on it like you asked for.”
With my eyes locked on his, I open wide and revel in the way he feels sliding between my lips, the barbell on the underside of his shaft dragging along my tongue until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Fuck yes…” he groans, watching me take him in and out of my mouth. “Jesus Christ, Dilynne…”
I pop him from my lips and slowly lick him from root to tip, swirling my tongue around his head, toying with his piercing, loving the way his breathing grows shallow as I tease him and then take him all the way back down my throat, over and over while he struggles to keep his composure.
“This fucking mouth.” He fists his hand in my ponytail, yanking just enough to make my scalp sting, but the flash of pain goes straight between my legs, egging me on.
“That’s it, baby. Take every inch of my cock.
Show me how bad you want it.” His cock pops out of my mouth as my hands land on his thighs while I swirl my tongue around his head, flicking his piercing with each pass, pulling him into the back of my throat once more, over and over.
“You dirty girl. Hell, I knew you’d be my demise, woman. ”
“Are you gonna come in my mouth, Elliot?”
“Shit,” he grates out. “I’d love nothing more than to paint your lips with my cum.” His hand lands on my head, holding me still as he starts to fuck my mouth. He’s not aggressive, but the way he’s tense all over tells me that he’s holding back.
I reach forward and cradle his balls in my hand, moving them around softly as he bites down on his bottom lip. “Fuck…fuck!”