Chapter 8
8
DYLAN
I can’t stop thinking about our encounter with those girls as we make our way to the parking garage to wait for my driver. The way they spoke to Liv had my blood boiling. How dare they try to make her feel less than when she’s worth a thousand of them put together.
I glance at her by my side, observing how uncharacteristically quiet she is as we wait. Her brow furrows, and she bites her lower lip, clearly still bothered by what’s just happened.
“Hey,” I say softly while rubbing her arm. “Don’t let them get to you. They’re not worth it.”
She gives me a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I know. It’s just… seeing them brings back a lot of bad memories from high school. I thought I was over it, but I guess some scars run deeper than others.”
I feel a surge of protectiveness wash over me. Without thinking, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her close. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Liv. I wish I could’ve made it better for you.”
She leans into me, her curls tickling my chin. The scent of her coconut shampoo fills my senses, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
“Thanks, Dylan,” she murmurs. “I don’t know why I let them get to me. Sometimes I still feel like that insecure girl who doesn’t fit in anywhere.”
I gently squeeze her shoulder. “Well, I think you’re pretty amazing just the way you are. And for what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t fit in with girls like that. You’re way too good for them.”
We don’t have to wait long before my driver picks us up and takes us back to Carol’s. As we step into the warmth of the house, the scent of pine and cinnamon envelops us while we shrug off our coats, both still buzzing from the day’s activities. The living room is bathed in the soft glow of twinkling Christmas lights, casting a magical holiday ambiance over the living room.
“Mom must have gone to bed already,” Liv whispers, glancing at the clock on the mantel that reads 10:30 PM.
I nod, suddenly aware of how alone we are. “Wanna get some of those Christmas cookies before we turn in?”
Liv’s eyes light up. “You read my mind.”
I know she’s bummed about missing the hot chocolate and candied pecans, but maybe I can find a way to make it up to her.
We shuck off our boots and pad into the kitchen, trying our best to be quiet. She reaches across the counter to grab a platter of cookies, and her sweater slightly rides up to reveal a sliver of smooth skin. I swallow hard and try not to stare, but it’s no use. She’s too fucking beautiful not to look at.
As we munch on the cookies, her eyes meet mine. “Thanks again for today. For everything. You didn’t have to say what you did, but I appreciate it.”
I brush a crumb from her cheek, my fingertips lingering on her delicate skin. “You don’t need to thank me, Liv. I meant every word.”
She leans into my touch, her brown eyes shimmering in the dim kitchen light. “You make me feel beautiful, Dylan. Like I’m worth something.”
“You are, Liv,” I whisper as my heart races. “Maybe I was pretending to be your boyfriend to put those girls in their places, but the relationship between us doesn’t have to be fake. It doesn’t feel fake to me.”
The air between us crackles with electricity, and before I know what’s happening, her lips are on mine, plump and sweet. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss with her body flush against my chest. Then, without another word, I led her upstairs to my bedroom.
We stumble inside, hands roaming and breaths mingling. I gently kick the door shut behind us, hoping it doesn’t slam and wake Carol in her room downstairs. As we fall onto my bed, a small part of my brain screams that this is wrong. But the feel of her supple curves pressed against me silences any lingering doubts.
I pull back slightly, cupping her face in my hands. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. “There’s no going back if we do this.”
She nods, her eyes dark with passion. “I want you, Dylan. I’ve always wanted you.”
Her words ignite a fire in my veins, and I capture her lips again, pouring years of attraction into the kiss. My hands roam over her body, memorizing every curve and dip. She arches into my touch, letting out a soft moan that sends shivers down my spine.
Like horny teenagers, we fumble with each other’s clothes, laughing quietly as buttons catch and zippers stick. Finally, I have this sexy woman naked beneath me, and I pause to drink in the sight of her. Her dark hair fans out on my pillow, and her mesmerizing eyes are heavy-lidded with desire. I could come right now just from how she looks at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, tracing the curve of her cheek with the tip of my finger.
She tugs me toward her for another searing kiss. “Show me,” she whispers against my mouth before lightly biting my lower lip.
My dick begs me to hurry up, but I take my time exploring her, relishing every gasp and sigh. As much as I’m dying to fill her up with my cock, I don’t want to take this moment that I have with her for granted. I slow us down, rubbing my body along hers while lightly skimming my fingertips across her smooth skin. I want to see how wet I can get her, so I can drink down every drop of her arousal, knowing her pussy will taste so sweet.
She writhes against me, her back arching off the bed and pressing her heavy tits farther into my mouth. Her blunt nails rake across my scalp while she draws me closer, enjoying the way I lick and suckle her hardened nipples.
“Please, Dylan,” she whines, her voice sounding needy and desperate. Then I feel her small palms subtly press on my shoulders, and I know exactly what she wants from me.
“Want me to eat your pussy, baby? Is that it?” The question is rhetorical, but I want her to respond anyway. She lifts her head from the pillow to watch me as I kiss my way down her body, but she’s yet to give me the words I want to hear. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want.”
Her tits slightly jiggle with the rapid rise and fall of her chest, while her legs spread wider to accommodate my shoulders when I wedge myself between her thick thighs. Her gaze locks on mine, and I admire her flushed cheeks as they turn a pretty shade of pink. Then she tilts her hips, lifting her pussy to my face while I hover above it and inhale her unique scent.
“Fuck, you smell good,” I admit, and breathe her in.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, then gives me a timid smile. “I want your mouth on me… please?”
“Hmm,” I hum. “Since you said it nicely.”
She sucks in a sharp breath when I slowly press a firm kiss to her glistening lips.
“Look how wet you are for me, dripping down to the sheets. You need it, don’t you?”
Liv nods her head while playing with my hair. It feels good having her hands on me, but I can’t wait to feel them when she’s clawing at my back as I fill her pretty little cunt.
I leisurely lick up and down her slit, circling the tip of my finger around her slick entrance. When I slide two digits inside her, her abs tighten and her core clenches, sucking me deeper. She’s so fucking wet that she instantly coats my fingers, and I add a third as I stretch her open. I use my hand to fuck her soaked pussy while my mouth goes to work on her swollen, hard clit.
“Dylan,” she hisses, rolling her hips in time with my hand.
“I won’t stop until you come on my mouth,” I say, then increase the speed and pressure of my movements.
“Please,” she begs. “I’m close.”
I like hearing her plead for me.
With a flip of my wrist, my palm turns upward and I seek the rough little spot that I know will have her coming. I make a curling motion with my fingers and massage against her slick front wall until her smooth muscles begin to flutter around me. Her wetness soaks my hand and my movements become rough while I shove my fingers in and out of her, giving attention to that sensitive little patch that makes her moan with every touch.
I suck her clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth and flicking my tongue across it. She tastes so good as I lick at her pussy that my aching cock smears precum onto the bed. I can’t get enough of her scent and hum my pleasure against her sensitive flesh, which is all she needs to bring her orgasm to the surface. Her thighs quiver and her cunt clamps down on my fingers until her whole body tenses before she falls over the edge and cries out my name.
“Dylan!” She fists my thick blonde hair, pulling my face toward her spasming pussy.
I carefully remove my fingers from her opening, replacing them with my tongue while I swallow down her release. She tastes like heaven, and I lick up every drop until her muscles relax and she flops onto the mattress. I hear her heavy breathing and it matches my own. Then I smile against her bare, puffy lips, knowing we’re just getting started.
“Can’t be tired now, baby.” I smirk. “I haven’t made you come with my dick yet.”
Her head slightly rises and she looks down her body at me. “There’s more?” she pants with a drowsy smile.
“Oh, there’s always more,” I assure her.
But the truth is my patience is running thin. Or at least the patience of my dick is. I’m so hard I could hammer nails with it, and the veins along my shaft look ready to burst. I note the ruddy, rounded head with precum spilling from the slit. I use the slick pearls of liquid to lube my palm and give my dick a few rough strokes.
“Turn over, baby. I want that ass in the air and your face buried into the pillow.”
Liv starts to move, but much too slow for my liking. So I climb onto the bed, grip her supple body, and flip her onto her stomach. I chuckle at her cute yelp of surprise as I help her to her hands and knees, then place a palm between her shoulder blades to guide her chest to the mattress.
I position myself behind her, tapping her soaked pussy with my dick, rubbing it between her slippery lips until the tip is resting at her core. “I promise not to be too rough.”
She looks back at me over a shoulder, her arms stretched out in front of her as she arches her back. “I want it,” she says in a sultry voice, before the corners of her mouth turn up in a seductive smile.
She rests her cheek against the cool sheets with her dark hair fanning out around her. I grab her curvy hips, relishing the plump flesh in my hands while I stare at her round, juicy ass. This view of her is perfection, with her sinful body elongated like a cat and her dripping wet pussy on full display. I can faintly see the tight rosette of her ass, and I make a mental note to ask how she’d feel about me fucking it.
As much as I want to stay here and admire the view, my aching cock tells me it’s time to move. I coat my dick with the remnants of her last orgasm, making her moan as I glide against her. Then I push the head between her lips, and that’s all the warning I give her before I’m shoving my cock deep inside her.
“Fuck,” I grunt, not prepared for how incredible it feels to finally fill her up.
“Dylan,” she cries out with her small hands clutching the sheets. My name on her lips sparks something inside me, and I’m determined to make her say it over and over again.
Liv holds on as much as she can while her body slides along the bed as I mercilessly thrust in and out of her. I probably should have made our first time together more romantic. I silently promise to make it up to her during the next round. And there will be another round, because now that I’ve finally touched her, I know it’ll never be enough.
Everything around us falls away and all I hear are her faint whimpers and the salacious sounds of our bodies slapping together. The sweet, musky scent of her pussy fills the air as I look down at the sight before me, watching my long, thick cock repeatedly disappearing inside her cunt.
Her pussy begins to pulse around me, making my dick twitch with that familiar tingle. My balls draw up while they smack her wet clit, and I sense my cum is about to paint her quivering walls.
“I need you to come for me, baby. Let me feel your hot little pussy squeezing my dick so I can fill you up with my cum.”
“Oh, God,” she pants, and sucks in ragged breaths while rocking her hips against me. “Harder, Dylan. I’m so close.”
If that’s what she wants, then that’s what she’ll get.
My control begins to slip and I brutally drive into her, her cries echoing through the room. Then she clenches around me and yells my name once more when her orgasm finally washes over her. The sensation is intense and I follow behind her, pulling out just in time to spurt my hot cum on her glistening cunt. Stroking my cock, I milk all of my release until every drop has marked her as mine.
It may be crude, but I love seeing my thick cum smeared all over her pussy.
Once I catch my breath, I sensually caress the globes of her ass while I admire the sight of our combined orgasms coating her skin. Her breathing evens out, and she glances back at me with her brows knit together and her gaze narrowed. “What are you looking at?”
I can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Your sweet little pussy covered in my cum.”
“Dylan! Stop,” she whines with a bashful laugh.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. There’s no other sight that turns me on more than this.”
She’s not reassured and buries her face into the bed.
“Alright, just stay right there. I’ll be right back.”
Not wanting to make more of a mess, she keeps still with her ass in the air and watches me as I climb off the bed. “Where are you going?”
“As much as I’d love to keep my cum smeared all over your pussy, I’m sure you’d rather I didn’t. I can imagine that might not be the best feeling.”
She scrunches her nose and shakes her head.
I chuckle as I give her a good view of my ass on my way to the en-suite bathroom. I return with a warm, damp cloth and gently wipe away the evidence of our orgasms. Afterwards, we lie tangled in the sheets, the light breeze from the ceiling fan cooling our heated skin. Liv rests her head on my chest while I stroke her hair, marveling at how right this feels.
She lazily draws abstract shapes on my abs. “What are you thinking?”
I hesitate, unsure of how to put my chaotic thoughts into words. “I’m thinking… that was incredible,” I finally say, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “And I’m thinking about how long I’ve wanted this, even when I tried to convince myself that I didn’t.”
Liv props herself up on one elbow, her curls tumbling over her shoulder. In the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains, the flecks of gold in her eyes seem to glow. “Me too,” she admits. “I’ve had feelings for you for so long. But I was afraid...”
“Afraid of what?” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
She sighs and looks down at me while I play with her silky tresses. “Afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way. Afraid of what people might think.”
“I had those same fears,” I confess. “But being here with you now, it all feels right. Like everything in my life has been leading to this moment, and I just needed to wait a little longer to get it.”
The corners of her eyes crinkle with her smile, and she bends down to kiss me. “It does feel right,” she murmurs against my lips before settling against me with her head on my chest again. “But what about our parents? What about everyone else?”
I tug her closer and slowly stroke her back. “I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But I do know that I don’t want to give this up. We’ll figure it out together, baby. I promise.”
She nods, snuggling farther into my side. We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just basking in each other’s presence. I can feel her heartbeat against my skin, steady and reassuring.
Eventually, her breathing evens out, and her body relaxes against mine as sleep begins to claim her. Just as I’m about to drift off myself, a sudden thought jolts me awake.
“Liv,” I whisper, gently rocking her shoulder. “You should probably go back to your room. What if your mom comes to wake you up in the morning?”
She groans, burrowing deeper into the covers. “Don’t wanna move,” she mumbles sleepily.
I chuckle, my heart swelling with affection. “I know, but we probably shouldn’t push our luck on the first night.”
With a heavy sigh, Liv reluctantly disentangles her naked body from mine, and I immediately miss her warmth. She sits up, the moonlight streaming through the window illuminating her voluptuous silhouette. I can’t help but gawk at her, mesmerized by her goddess-like beauty.
She catches me staring and blushes, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. “Stop it,” she chastises playfully while swatting my arm.
I grin and sit up to kiss her. “Sorry. Can’t help it. You’re gorgeous.”
She rolls her eyes, but I can see the pleased smile tugging at her lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
While worries of getting caught still linger in the back of my mind, I can’t seem to make myself care at this moment. So I drag her back into bed and spend the rest of the night showering her with kisses and orgasms.
A man like me could get used to this, and I’m hoping that I do.