36. Dylan
Chapter thirty-six
Dylan
“Stop fucking around and take your pants off. I mean it, Dylan. I’m having a really shitty shift, and for some reason, your dick might make it better.”
The bass pounds through the walls of the stage-side changing room Dee pushed me into moments ago as the live band plays through their set. Thankfully, it’s a very loud rock band, or we might have a problem in the next few minutes.
“Why are you always such a brat?”
“You love it and we both know it.” She bites my earlobe, hard. I grip her hips, flipping her around before taking two large steps. I push her body forward, pressing her hips into the vanity and grinding my dick between her ass cheeks.
“I think you love this too,” I say. I slide my palm between her breasts to her neck until I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze to meet mine in the mirror.
My other hand slaps her ass cheek before I palm her cunt through her short as fuck shorts.
A growl rips through my throat at the thought of her working behind the bar in these.
I’m not a jealous piece of shit, but with her?
With her, I’m learning maybe the fuck I am.
I palm her pussy, causing a moan to fall from Dee’s pouty lips.
“Someone’s looking a little unhinged back there,” she taunts, downright gleefully.
She grinds her hips, rubbing her ass along my erection before turning around and hopping onto the vanity.
She leans back, gripping my black T-shirt in her fist and pulling me in for a scorching kiss, setting my skin on fire.
I tear off my shirt and reach down to yank at the laces on her boots. She giggles while I struggle with the damn things. “Jesus Christ. Did you superglue these knots?”
“What are you talking about?” She laughs louder.
“Don’t you double-knot your shoes? I can’t trip behind the bar.
I break enough glass as it is,” she shouts back, and I slap a palm over her mouth.
I bring my mouth to her ear and remind her, “Yes, there’s a show going on, but no, this room isn’t soundproof, and I don’t want to have to explain what’s about to happen to anyone we work with.
I can’t keep my goddam hands off you.” I feel her smile stretching underneath my hand before I reach underneath her mesh shirt, tugging at her top.
A neon pink band that barely covers her perfect tits.
Her fishnets, boy shorts, and boots complete the look, fitting in perfectly with the audience tonight. “You’re torturing me in this.”
“Maybe I like you handsy and a little irritated.”
“Lucky for you, that’s my baseline.” She laughs as I kiss her neck, still struggling with her goddamn boots. Finally, they fall to the floor, and like a man possessed, I reach for the waistband of her shorts.
“Lift this pretty ass up so I can try to get these off you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her hips, allowing me to tug her shorts and tights off her legs. She releases me, leaning back on the desk, her palms stretched out behind her.
“What the fuck?” In my attempt to rip the fishnets off her, I find myself tangled. Holy shit, they just keep stretching.
“You’re hopeless,” she taunts as I continue to pull the seemingly endless stretchy fabric off her perfect legs.
“All this packaging when I just want what’s underneath.”
“Then stop fucking around and get over here before I take care of myself by myself. I’ve only got a fifteen-minute break before Vicki needs me back. I swear to fuck, if I don’t get off, I’m quitting this job right here, right now.”
“Fifteen minutes? No, that won’t work for me.”
I cradle her head in one hand, pushing her back farther as I wedge my body between her thighs. I dip low, pulling her top down farther before sucking her tit into my mouth, tonguing at her nipple.
Her moan spurs me on and I free my dick with my other hand, lining up with her center then slowly pressing into her.
“Dylan, oh. Shit. Yes,” she hisses as I fill her.
The table hits the wall with the next thrust, and we both freeze.
Her eyes glow with mischief as she presses her hips back into me, taking me deeper.
When she grinds her hips, the table hits the wall again.
I feel her quiet laughter before I hear it, the band thankfully drowning out most of the noise we’re making.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, sinking into her wet cunt, no longer giving a flying fuck who hears.
She gasps at the sudden intrusion, a devious smile lighting up her beautiful face.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and I watch in the mirror behind her as her head drops back, her ass cheeks sliding farther and farther onto the table with every thrust.
I pull out of her pussy before I tug her hips off the table and flip her back around, our eyes meeting in the mirror as I sink into her wet heat from behind. Her mouth drops open on a moan and I lock my lips onto her shoulder, sucking and biting at her flesh.
“Don’t fucking stop,” she demands, one hand reaching up and back to lock around my neck while her other hand finds her clit.
I can’t look anywhere but the juncture of her thighs as her two fingers begin to make tight circles.
Her body shakes as she builds, driving us closer and closer toward ecstasy.
Heat draws up the backs of my thighs, and my balls tighten.
“Fucking find it, Dee. Come on my fucking cock. Now,” I demand, not relenting one bit from the pace we’ve set.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she rasps, before her head drops back onto my shoulder, and I watch transfixed as her body convulses and she gasps. “Fuck,” she moans, turning her head into my neck, and her grip on me tightens, her other hand circling her clit faster.
The sight of her tipping over the edge slams me into my own mind-blowing release, and I fill her, my cum leaking from where we’re joined.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, her hair tickling my chin as I fall lax against her, my body spent.
Our combined release slips from her pussy onto my dick. The sight has my cock twitching inside of her.
“You asshole,” Dee pants. “I have to go back out there like this.”
“Give me a minute. I’ll help you.” I pull out of her and drop to one knee, putting myself at eye level with her pretty pink pussy.
“Fuck, you look perfect like this.” I spread her ass, palms flat on her cheeks before I lick along her slit, from clit to asshole.
Her moan, on top of the taste of her, has me hard in an instant.
“If you make that sound again, we’re never leaving this room,” I warn her.
“Is that a promise?” she taunts me. I slap her ass and she squeals.
We clean ourselves up then I walk her back to the bar, my hand never leaving her lower back. Vicki gives me a knowing look before I turn, practically skipping all the way back to my office.
Happy New Year to us.