41. Dylan
Chapter forty-one
Dylan
Iwant to wake up like this every single day for the rest of my life.
Dee’s cleavage presses against my hip as she swallows me down. I’m transfixed as her lips stretch, taking me right to the back of her throat.
“That’s perfect.” I groan when she hollows her cheeks, her pretty lips wrapped around my cock as she sucks the life out of me. I want to close my eyes because goddamn that feels incredible, but I can’t look away.
She’s kneeling beside me, with a slight rock to her hips as she gives me the best head of my life. I wrap one hand behind her knee before slowly sliding my palm up her inner thigh, tugging her closer.
She pops off my dick and smirks at me when I pull harder, dragging her leg over my chest so her stomach is on top of mine and bringing her perfect ass exactly where I want it. She doesn’t miss a beat and immediately returns her focus to my hard as fuck cock.
“Make it sloppy, Dee,” I demand as I palm her ass, gripping tightly, causing her to moan around my dick. I run a finger between her ass cheeks, testing the waters and applying pressure to her back hole, she squeaks in surprise, muffled only by her choking on my cock a second later.
“What do you think you’re doing back there?” she whispers breathlessly, taking the bite out of her question.
“Just saying hi until you’re ready for me to split you all the way open.”
“You haven’t earned it.”
I slap her ass and drag her closer to my mouth, gripping her thighs before licking her from clit to end.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she moans. Then her mouth is back on my dick, and I feel her cupping my balls in her greedy hand.
“Seems like a problem easily fixed,” I tease her with my words while my fingers tease her cunt, rimming her swollen lips as I watch her leak for me.
I stop fucking around and get to work, eating her like my last goddamn meal.
She rocks back, hungry for more, and I press my hips to meet her hot, wet tongue as she drags it over the crown of my cock.
The longer this goes on, the more uncontrolled it all feels.
My groans and her moans are ripped from our goddamn chests.
All at once, Dee presses her palms into the mattress and drags my dessert away from where I want it—in my fucking mouth—and slides down my chest until she’s sliding her wet cunt over my erection.
The sensation is a shock, knocking the breath from my lungs in a forceful blow and, holy fuck—the view is insane.
Dee peeks over her shoulder at me, pure fire in her eyes and the smirk of the devil on her face as she rocks again and again, making a mess of us both as she slides on top of me.
I watch her perfect ass rise as she shifts her weight to her knees before slowly sinking on my aching cock.
“Fucking fuck, Dee. Wait a second.” I grip her hips to keep her from lowering herself any farther. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think of anything other than how close I am to blowing my load right this fucking second.
“No. I don’t think I will,” she says before letting herself fall.
My dick is buried in her, and when she lifts and drops again, I watch, fucking frozen, as my cock disappears inside her and reappears drenched in her arousal. The site has me reeling. I spank her ass hard and she yelps before cackling.
“You can never fucking listen. I’m going to come too fast.” Her head drops back, her hair falling between her shoulders, and I sit up, gripping the strands at the nape of her neck in my fist as I blindly wrap my other hand across her belly before trailing it between her breasts to her throat.
“You gonna look at me while you fuck my cock?”
She still doesn’t listen, smiling, eyes closed as she rocks back on my cock.
“Only if you’re a good boy,” she rasps. I grip her hair tighter in my fist and slap her tit with my other hand, bringing her eyes back to mine, her half-lidded perusal making me impossibly harder for her.
I swallow her gasp, my tongue dancing with hers in a play for dominance.
Dominate Dee? Not fucking possible. But here I am fucking grateful for the opportunity to try.
She rocks again, her pace quickening as she drops hard and fast on me with every pump of her hips.
She bites my bottom lip, and my balls tighten.
I groan at the sudden loss of my impending orgasm when she pulls away completely, ripping herself off my lap.
She flips herself around and presses her palms to my chest until I fall back to the mattress.
She climbs back in my lap, lacing her fingers with mine and pressing them against the pillow on either side of my head, and then she rides me. Holy fuck, does she ride me.
Her tits bounce, and shit, she’s squeezing my cock with her tight cunt. I can’t do anything but enjoy the view and try not to come. My dick pulses, her wet heat gripping me so goddamn tight while her nipples drag up and down my chest.
She stops moving. She tsks in disapproval. “Dylan, baby…” Fuck I like that. “Tit for tat…eyes on me.”
When my eyes snap open, fixing on hers, she lets go. I watch in awe as she leans back, palming her own breasts, teasing her own tits as she crashes into her own release.
I soak up every detail.
Sitting up, I suck her nipple into my mouth, then nibble on the tight bud.
She hisses, taking my hair in her hands, but she keeps my head there and demands, again.
I drop my forehead to her chest, between her breasts, laughing to myself before I give the same treatment to her other nipple.
Then I palm her ass and thrust up into her until she fucking screams my name.
“God, yes, right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Stop? Since the moment you welcomed me into your apartment, stopping has been fucking impossible. I’ll never.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Stop.” And then I watch as she falls into oblivion, taking me with her.
***
Thirty minutes and a much-needed shower later, Dee and I join the rest of the group for breakfast.
We can’t avoid the hoots and hollers greeting us as we walk in hand in hand. Dee waves off the girls as they scream several versions of I knew it at the sight of us together. And the guys don’t go easy on me either.
For a split second, I worry that this will shake Dee enough to have her calling off whatever is going on between us. But she drags me closer to her for an obnoxiously sloppy kiss to prove a point—I’m not sure what it was, but you sure as fuck won’t find me complaining—before we sit down and eat.
“I can’t believe it’s back to reality,” Bec whines, leaning into Aiden’s side. He presses a kiss to her temple, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
“Just think, Hopper is going to be so excited to see you and won’t let you do anything the rest of the day.”
“Aw.” She smiles up at him. “Thanks, babe. I’ll be sure to check in on you from the couch while you unpack and Hop and I snuggle.” Damn guy is head over heels because he looks fucking thrilled at the thought of spending the rest of the day doing just that.
“I think this might be the worst case of the Sunday scaries I’ve ever had,” Carissa says, pushing the scrambled eggs around her plate absentmindedly with her fork. “I haven’t been away from the hospital for this long since I started working there.”
“You deserved a break,” Ellie says with conviction. “Just take it one day at a time.”
“Thank you,” she says meekly. “I bet you two are excited to get back to Luca.”
Dominic and Ellie beam at the thought. “I can’t wait to get home. Don’t get me wrong, we needed this break too. But I miss that kid,” Ellie says, and her anticipation is palpable.
“The rest we got on this trip will come in handy for the next moving day, right, Dylan?” Dom asks.
My heart stops and my gut drops to the floor.
I haven’t said shit to Dee about the apartment, and the woman hears fucking everything. I know this is no different when her head snaps my direction. “Moving day?”
There’s shock lacing every word, but mostly I hear the hurt behind the question. Fuck.
“Nothing official.” I downplay the news as much as I can while still being honest.
“Shit,” I hear Dom hiss from the other end of the table. Damn right, shit. It’s my fault for telling him not one but two secrets that have both landed me in hot water this week with Dee.
She crosses her arms over her chest, and it’s like watching her lay the foundation for walls…walls I know she’ll try to build around herself. Leaving me on the outside this time.
“One of the apartments I was waitlisted for has a vacancy. They sent me a message to let me know. Nothing more.”
Desperation must be leaking out of my every pore, or indifference is Dee’s go-to reaction when she’s taken by surprise, because she doesn’t push any further.
She simply nods and scoops some fruit onto her plate.
I do the same, but the relief I felt moments ago, her hand in mine, our friends knowing about us…
being excited for us. Her showing off her affection for me.
The heat in that kiss…it all melts away.
I hurt her.
For not telling her. For allowing her to find out here, along with everyone else.
Some sick part of me hopes she’s as disappointed as I was to hear the news at all. We’ve been living in our small bubble, the two of us—well, the three of us if you count her damn cat. It’s been easy.
But that ease doesn’t return as we eat breakfast, not when we board our flight, and not when we walk into our…her apartment.
I’m drowning in the ache left in its absence. So I go to work, and I don’t hurry home.