Chapter Fourteen
Mike
It had been three wonderful days filled with utter bliss and happiness, but I was excited about going to work tomorrow.
Rino had talked with us over the phone yesterday and was confident that with Dylan by my side things would be easier.
Some mediums needed anchors and I just so happened to be one of them.
I should’ve felt broken or weak… but how could I, when it had given me Dylan?
I would’ve fallen for him no matter what.
I’d learned anchors had to be romantically linked to their mediums before they could bond; something about genetics and chemistry.
Honestly, I’d drifted off while Rino was explaining and just basked in how cute Dylan had looked next to me.
Now I was faced with a big decision, or rather, a big desire of mine.
Dylan and I had fooled around plenty, but we’d also just…
been. Truly it had been perfect, but I wanted to go a step further with Dylan, and now I finally felt completely ready to do that.
I wanted to have penetrative sex with him, even if it terrified me in some ways.
For me sex was something emotional and intimate.
It always had been. Vera hated when I got all mushy and cuddly after.
Even though I logically knew that sex with Dylan wouldn’t be anything like I’d experienced before, I still had those doubts about myself.
Which was why I’d decided to seduce him into fucking me.
His leather pants were a no go, so I’d chosen something different, something I’d kept a secret. Something that until today, had been for me and me alone.
In our bedroom, I twirled in front of our floor length mirror and gave an appreciative nod to my laced covered butt. I had no idea if Dylan would be into it or not, but it made me feel pretty. And I needed that boost tonight.
“Damn.”
I shrieked.
“Erik!” I whisper-shouted. “These weren’t meant for your eyes!”
Erik laughed, covering his eyes like he hadn’t already seen enough already.
“Sweetheart?” Dylan called from the living room, his footsteps coming closer.
“I’m fine!” I called back, glaring daggers at Erik who was now peeking through his fingers.
“Honestly,” Erik drawled, dropping his hands altogether. “Wouldn’t you rather want my advice? Besides, I’m dead and still loyal to Marcus.”
He made a good point. “Fine,” I whispered in defeat. “White or blue?”
Erik actually seemed to take this seriously as he eyed my skin tone and the lace. “Light blue,” he said with a nod of approval.
“Thank you,” I whispered, then shooed him out of the room. I was not about to change in front of him.
I’d just gotten dressed in the blue ones, when I heard footsteps again. Since I’d yet to figure out a sexy welcoming pose, I just jumped on the bed and laid on my stomach, hoping my ass would look inviting enough.
“Do you want your carrots steamed or—” Dylan’s voice cut off and turned into a choked groan. “Baby, you’re killing me here.”
Giggling, I jiggled my butt and that was all it took. Dylan practically jumped on me, making me squeal with delight.
“If you wanted to get eaten, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart,” he purred, his body covering mine. He slowly grinded on my ass, showing me just how hard he was for me already.
“Please?” I asked, not above begging to be devoured.
Dylan groaned. “I love it when you beg.”
I squirmed underneath him, hoping he could hurry things along. Mostly I just wanted him naked, then he could slide against my ass all he wanted.
“I’ve already… um...” Damn, why was it so hard to say I was squeaky clean and ready to go?
Dylan didn’t seem to have any trouble understanding what I meant, his finger moving the lace and then one finger was teasing my entrance gently. “I’m glad you didn’t prep yourself. I want the honor of getting you ready for me.”
“Fuck, Dyl. Just please get naked already,” I whined.
He licked my neck. “Of course, my sweetheart.” Then his warm body left mine and I heard him stumbling around the room. I smiled to myself, so excited and nervous, but in a good way.
I heard him get undressed behind me and couldn’t help but take a quick peek. I’d never felt this attracted to anyone before, not even Vera. Dylan was the sexiest man alive; I was pretty sure of that fact.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning over my body again to place a soft kiss on my lips. “My sweetheart.”
My heart swooned and I sighed. “My man.”
“Damn, right I am,” he grinned. “Just lay back and let your man take care of you.”
“Okay,” I sighed, getting comfy on the bed again, my arms hugging my pillow as my legs widened in invitation.
“Now,” he whispered, licking across my ass cheek. “I think it will be easier without the lace on, but they’re so damn sexy on you, I don’t want to take them off.” He did eventually pull them off me, but it was with a reluctant sigh.
I groaned when I felt his tongue lick closer to my hole, anticipating what that tongue could do to me.
“Please,” I whispered and that was all Dylan needed. His tongue lapped over my entrance, forcing a keening sound to escape my throat.
He chuckled low, but then kept going, his licks hot and demanding as he began to devour me, spearing me with his tongue as he slowly worked me open. There was zero discomfort as I simply let myself feel.
“Gods, Dylan,” I moaned, thrusting my dick against the mattress, already so close to tipping over the edge.
His delicious tongue left me and I whined in protest. I’d been so close!
He made a soothing sound and then his wet fingers glided over my hole, one slowly penetrating it, making me choke on my next whine. I hadn’t even heard him uncapping the damn lube.
“We might need two rounds,” Dylan groaned behind me. “I’m already so damn close.”
I made another moaning sound. “I’m so okay with that.”
“You can fuck me, if you want,” he offered, nibbling at my neck like I wasn’t about to blow just thinking about fucking him as well.
“Yes,” I panted, then he added another finger, stretching me while peppering my skin with small bites and kisses. I felt so damn cherished under his loving touches.
Minutes passed with me fucking myself on his fingers, trying to stave off the impending orgasm that would surely be the best I’d ever had.
“You’re ready,” he declared, rustling with the sound of a wrapper behind me.
“No,” I whined. “I want to feel you.”
He stilled. “I mean, I haven’t been with anyone in years, what about you?”
“I got tested after Vera.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Without then. I want to feel you, too.”
I got into position, tilting my ass up as I hugged the pillow again.
“No, baby, I want to see you,” he said, pushing at my legs.
Who was I to deny him?
I turned with his help and, oh yes, this position was much better. I would get to see his abs move as he fucked into me. I wouldn’t last long at all.
“Fuck, sweetheart, how can you be this gorgeous? Even with your hair all mussed up you still look like the sexiest being alive.”
I could feel myself turning red at the praise, but I had nothing on Dylan. He was truly sexy. His whole personality only made him hotter. Better. And he was my man. I still couldn’t believe that.
He got situated between my thighs, holding his dick as he slowly eased into me. I gasped while he made a grunting sound.
Dylan was inside of me. Not fully, but still.
Our eyes locked, surprise and wonder clear in his.
My own had to have conveyed the same, because a wide smile spread over his face as he pushed further in, his one hand cupping my right peck, gently teasing my nipple.
He was way too good at this. I had zero complaints.
“Can I move?” he breathed. “Like truly move? I want to fuck you so badly.”
“Fuck, yes!” I panted, pushing against him, eager to feel what it would be like to be truly fucked by Dylan. I felt zero discomfort, only the new and strange sensation of being filled.
He didn’t waste any time after that, with one hand still on my peck, the other holding my knee, he slammed into me, rolling his hips as he did. He dragged his length across my walls, hitting delicious spots inside of me.
“Yes!” I exclaimed when he grazed my prostate. “Do that again. Harder! Oh, yes!”
His movements sped up further, fucking into me hard and fast with brutal precision, hitting my prostate every single time.
I threw my head back and came, painting both my belly and his in my cum.
Everything turned white for a few seconds and when things came back into focus, Dylan’s mouth was on mine, tender and sweet.
He groaned against my mouth as he reached his own climax, his cum warming my insides.
“That was amazing,” he panted. “You’re amazing.”
I gave him a dazed smile, feeling so happy and sated that I didn’t dare move. “I love you,” I breathed. “So fucking much.”
His smile was dazzling. “And I love you, my sweetheart.”
I couldn’t even feel embarrassed over how quickly it was over, I just closed my eyes and savored the afterglow as I lay in Dylan’s arms, feeling so safe and loved as we cuddled.