33. Dee
Chapter thirty-three
Dee
“So…that was crazy, right?” Dylan asks, closing and locking our apartment door behind him.
“Yeah, crazy.”
“Okay.” He snaps his fingers and then claps his hands together, rocking his weight onto his heels before grimacing. “Well, good night.”
“Night.” I watch him run to his bedroom without another look or moment’s hesitation.
I head to my room, mumbling to myself how stupid this all is. What the fuck were we thinking?
I strip out of my dress, trading it for an oversized T-shirt, before brushing my teeth and washing my face. I plug in my phone and turn out the light, but before I lie down, light under the doorway catches my eye…as does the shadow of someone standing on the other side.
“Dylan?”
I hear a thump, and I smile, picturing him resting his forehead against the door.
I make my way to meet him, a skip in my step. When I open the door, Dylan nearly tumbles into me. He’s shirtless, in just his dress pants, his hair looking rumpled and sexy as hell.
“Phew.” I swipe the back of my hand across my forehead. “Thought I was starring in a horror movie with the way that started out. Shadow under the door…silent footsteps. You’re giving all the wrong vibes here, Dylan.”
“Sorry, I…” His voice fades, looking so uncertain. So lost. Maybe I am too. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s better to be lost together than alone. Maybe life is just about getting lost with the right person. Maybe that’s how we find out where we want to go.
“Fuck it,” I whisper, reaching up and grabbing his neck. The strands of his hair tangle in my fingers as I drag him down until our lips crash together. He detonates, gripping me under my thighs, lifting me, and pressing me against my door until it bangs against the wall on impact.
“Bed,” I mumble against his lips before tugging his bottom one between my teeth. “Get us to the fucking bed right now.”
“God, yes,” he groans. He falls onto the bed, me still in his arms, landing on top of him.
I grind against him, finding his cock already hard beneath me. “Slow or fast, Dylan. What do you want?”
“Fast.” He digs his fingers into my ass. “Then slowed way the fuck down. I need you now, and then I need you again and again and again.” Each word is punctuated by a kiss across my palm.
I unzip his pants, pulling him free, and I freeze.
“Condom?” I ask.
We stare at each other.
“I was tested at the start of my dry spell,” I assure him.
He nods in agreement. “Me too. Birth control?”
“Got it covered.”
“Fuck. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you after this.” He lets his head fall to the bed, closing his eyes.
“Eyes open. Clothes off. Hands on,” I demand. He shucks off his pants, frantically shoving them off his legs with me hovering above him on my knees. When he’s finished and naked beneath me, I grab his hands and place them on my hips as I sink onto him. His eyes shoot open and we both moan.
Fuck. The stretch feels incredible. My eyes fall shut and my head dips back. I slowly lift and lower myself onto him again. I find his eyes stuck on me, trailing over every inch of exposed skin. His hips flex, almost involuntarily, seeking the deepest parts of me.
“Honey, if you don’t move, I think I’m going to die.”
I giggle before lifting and then lowering my hips again. I shift, keeping him deep inside me as I press one foot flat against the mattress next to his hip, the stance giving me more control. I glide back and forth, sliding up and down his length while grinding my clit against his pelvis.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Dylan groans beneath me. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I rock my hips over his, my clit hitting perfectly with each slide. “If I knew you were packing, we could have been having a hell of a lot more fun together.”
Dylan sits up, his firm chest hitting mine before he rips my shirt over my head, leaving me naked. My tits lift as he drags my hips closer to remove any space between our bodies.
“I’ll be kicking myself for that for a long fucking time.” His lips close around my nipple and I cry out.
I pull his hair, tugging his head back, and his mouth releases from my breast with a popping sound.
I kiss him, and just like at the reception, it immediately ignites a fire between us, growing more out of control as we grab at each other, anywhere our hands can reach.
I drop onto him deeper and deeper with each pulse, grinding against him with each movement.
I can hear how wet I am with each slide of our bodies.
I moan, and his answering groan forces me to smile against his mouth.
“I love a loud fuck,” he says into my neck before licking up the column of my throat. God, he’s everywhere. Hands, lips, tongue, cock.
“When have you ever known me to be quiet?” I ask, my voice low and teasing.
“Not a day in your life.” He laughs and slaps my ass, hard. My body reacts instantly, dropping and rocking with abandon. “Fuck, you love that.”
“You’re about to learn a lot about what I love.”
“It’ll be my fucking pleasure.” He slaps my ass again before flipping me to my back, hovering over me with one forearm pressed into the mattress beside my head. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist, pressing him deeper with my heels against his thighs.
The fingers of his free hand thread through mine and he presses it above my head, lowering himself to suck my nipple into his mouth, never once stopping his measured thrusts, slowly building the pace. I claw at his back with my free hand, pulling him closer, urging him on.
He pulls out of me as he slides farther down my body, and I gasp at the loss.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I ask, panic edging into my voice. Did he change his mind? Did he wake up and realize we’ve lost our minds and it’s me he’s kissing?
I sit up before he presses his rough palm against my sternum, pushing gently, but with enough force that I drop back against the mattress.
“I need to taste you. Right fucking now. I’ve been dreaming of kissing this pretty pussy, and I don’t want to miss my chance.”
I slip a hand beneath his chin, drawing his gaze to mine. “Say please.”
“Please. Please let me eat your perfect cunt. Fuck, I want to make you feel good. I want to drown in you.”
Dylan kneeling between my thighs, looking like a man starved…how could I refuse?
His words have the exact effect he wanted, and without another thought, my hips rise, seeking him out.
His lips seal over my clit and I cry out, threading my fingers into his hair, my knees falling open, giving him better access.
I tug him closer, overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
His words from moments before finally hit me, distracted by his talented tongue and my need to hear this man begging.
“You’ve been dreaming of this?” I whisper breathlessly.
He pauses, looking up at me with a gorgeous smile. Beaming from ear to ear, his perfect face framed by my thighs, the scruff on his jaw raising bumps along my skin as he drags his lips over the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.
“All day and night.” He plants a soft kiss along my skin, sending pleasure radiating through me. “Respectfully, of course.”
I laugh, and he does too, leaning his head against my leg.
“Tell me how you respectfully dream about eating out your roommate.”
“Well, I always got you off.”
“Great start,” I say, my breath hitching as he licks up my center before pulling away again. “But not enough.”
“Let me finish. I’ll show you how respectful I can be.
” He presses my knees farther apart, spreading me wide beneath him.
The desire in his stare and the want evident in his body ignite a fire within me.
My heart races, and I lift a hand to my chest when he laps at me again.
I grip the sheet beneath me to ground myself in this moment.
Dylan slides his hands along the mattress, under my legs, and he grips my wrists, locking them into place at my sides.
I’m exposed and at his mercy, and he takes none.
He laps at my entrance and sucks on my clit so hard my back bows off the bed, but he holds me still, his thumbs rubbing softly along my wrists.
That soft connection. That small gesture makes my eyes well with tears.
We’ve been friends for so long. I should be freaked out by the fact that he’s in my bed and I’ll never be able to look at him again without seeing that gorgeous smile on his face as he kneels between my thighs.
But all I feel is relief, like this is exactly where we’re meant to be.
He moans, and the vibrations send shots of pleasure deep and low in my core, my thighs tingling with excitement.
I’m approaching that ledge; I desperately want to hurl myself over it, falling into bliss with him.
He doesn’t stop, and I grind against his tongue.
When he sucks hard on my clit once, twice, three times, I can’t stop from screaming out his name.
My body convulses as I ride out my orgasm, his moans against my pussy spurring me on.
“Holy fuck,” I sigh as I come down from the clouds. He moves back, standing at the edge of the bed before grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge of the mattress. His strong hands lock around my waist, and he flips me onto my stomach, bending me over my own bed.
His palm spreads along the center of my back, holding me down as he slaps my ass once, then twice. Hard.
“Fuck. Again,” I demand.
He leans over me, breath sending shivers up my spine as he whispers in my ear, “Say please.”
“No.” I can’t help being a brat.
Two more slaps on my ass, one right after the other, and I moan into the sheets.
“Say it.” I can’t see it, but I know he’s smiling that thousand-megawatt smile, and I smile too, loving playing with him.
“You already gave me what I wanted,” I say, wiggling my hips.
He notches his cock at my entrance and then stills.
Hungry for more and sick of waiting, I attempt to push back onto him, but he just tightens his hold on me, one hand still sprawled along my back, the other gripping my hip. “Ah-ah. I’m still waiting to hear one little please fall from those beautiful lips of yours.”
I huff out a breath of frustration, falling weakly onto the mattress before mumbling, a half-hearted please.
He presses forward slightly, increasing the pressure but still leaving me empty and wanting.
“I think we can do better than that, Deanna.”
He reaches around, slipping one hand between me and the bed, finding my clit and rubbing slow circles. Not nearly enough to get me off, slowly torturing me.
“Please. Please, fuck me.” I give up, weakening at the knees, leaning my full weight onto his hand and the mattress, desperate to come again.
“Was that so hard?” he asks.
“Torturous.”
“Only fair to return the favor. You’ve been torturing me for weeks in this fucking apartment. And once I knew what you sounded like when you come, but not how you looked? Fuck, Dee. I’ve been dying on the other side of that wall, so ready to fucking see it.”
“Why didn’t you open the door, then?” I tease, only to be answered with another smack on my ass before he drives into me.
We moan as he falls over me, one hand still working my clit, the other pressing into the mattress beside my head.
“Fucking smart-ass.” He pulls out and thrusts back in, starting a deliciously smooth pace, slowly building me higher and higher.
“You love it.”
He picks up the pace, lowering his mouth to kiss and bite at my ear, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. “I should have. I should have opened that door. I had no idea it’d feel like this.”
His muscled chest brushes along my back, his strong fingers circle my clit. I stretch perfectly around him as he takes me again and again. I’m helpless, clawing at the sheets as he sends me spiraling over the edge again, a silent scream, before I call out his name in ecstasy.
He pulls out of me, helping me turn over, then lifts my ankles onto his shoulders. He sinks back into me, slipping into my wet pussy.
“God, you feel so good,” I moan. I’m oversensitive from coming twice already, but I don’t ever want him to stop.
“Don’t sound so shocked.” He smirks, picking up the pace. His focus shifts, fixed on the point where our bodies fit together perfectly. He holds me in place, one hand around my left ankle, the other alternating between gripping my breast and teasing my nipple.
“Perfect. Dee, you’re fucking beautiful.” He pulls my legs apart, and my ankles drop from his shoulders to the mattress.
He leans down, effortlessly shifting us from the edge of the bed to the center, and I wrap my legs around his waist before he starts to unravel.
He kisses me deeply, his expert tongue wrestling with mine as I hit my peak again.
I’m still coming when his movements falter and he spills into me, a deep groan resounding against my neck.
We lay boneless, a tangled mess of limbs. I can’t calm my breathing or my racing heart, but then I hear Dylan laugh, his face still buried in my neck.
“Stop it,” I say, laughing with him.
“You stop it,” he says back to me, laughing harder.
“What the fuck just happened?” I wheeze.
“Jesus fuck, I have no idea.” We’re hysterical now, and the movement forces him deeper inside me.
We both moan before we freeze, effectively stopping our laughter, but his eyes are still lit with humor…
and something else. “But I want to do it again.” He slides out of me, sliding his dick along my folds then pressing himself against my clit.
He slides down my body before fixing his gaze on my pussy, wet and weeping with our combined release. “Fuck, that’s pretty,” he murmurs before feasting on me. I tangle my hands in his hair…and we start again.