Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Ilay the last tile down and look up at him, eagerly waiting, anticipation brimming through my fingers and making its way up my arms and down my whole body.
His green eyes scan my message and then pin me in place.
Warmth blooms in my belly as he slowly crawls over to my side, sitting beside me and turning my body to face him.
My gaze drops to his mouth. His playful smirk is back, and it’s reeling me in like a fish to a lure.
He grabs my face and pulls me in, our lips colliding and his tongue immediately sliding in to meet mine.
He draws in a quick, ragged breath, and I sigh as we kiss like we can’t get enough of each other.
As my heart rate quickens, he grabs my crossed legs and picks me up, his fingers digging in and gripping the muscles on the back of my thighs.
Then he walks us over to the couch, where he sits down with me on top of him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and whimper from how badly I want him.
We can’t seem to pull apart, our breathing getting rougher, and before I know it, he turns me and lays my back down on the couch as he climbs over top of me, his knees digging into the cushion on either side. Hair falls in my face, and I laugh as I reach up and tuck it behind his ears.
“I like you, Lucy,” he says as his lips meet mine again. “I like you a lot.”
“I like you too,” I whisper as I pull him down closer to me.
He pulls back for a moment and locks eyes with me. “I don’t want to be your friend,” he says roughly.
I say nothing, just close the distance between us as I grab the back of his head and bring him down, my lips parting impatiently for him.
We can deal with that conversation tomorrow.
Tonight, I don’t want to think about the implications of this decision.
I just want to live in the moment and finally give in to him.
Goosebumps erupt over my body, and my nipples are tight and sensitive as they rub against my clothes.
He grazes my cheek before moving down, trailing my neck and collarbone.
I shudder as he curls his finger around the base of my T-shirt and slowly pushes the fabric aside to touch my smooth skin.
“All I think about, all day, is touching you,” he says as his hand moves higher up my belly, skimming across my navel and moving up to my rib cage. Each touch sends lightning bolts through me.
“Me too,” I breathily respond, my hands still in his hair, tugging it at the roots.
He straightens up and takes his shirt off, tossing it on the floor.
I run my fingers along the grooves of his hard chest, drawing invisible lines over his heart where his tattoo starts.
“Was this for Raven?” I ask, cautiously, tracing over the beautiful inked wings.
“Yes,” is all he says as his hand runs through his long, thick hair.
“It’s beautiful,” I say as I pull myself up and kiss the flying bird.
He’s quiet for a moment before he gently takes my chin and tilts it up, bringing our mouths together again.
His tongue snakes its way into my open mouth, our kisses now rough and fevered.
I start to lift my shirt up, and we break free for just enough time for me to get it over my head, with his help, before our mouths meet again.
His hands find my breasts, and he massages them lightly before palming and pinching my nipples. A moan escapes from the pleasure and the way his mouth hangs open slightly while taking in the sight of my naked chest.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes as he runs a hand down the center of my chest. I shiver and arch my back, hoping for more.
He traces his fingers around each breast before leaning down and taking my nipple in his mouth, flicking and circling it with his tongue while I bite down on my lip from the pleasure increasing in my lower belly.
He slips a hand under the sweatpants he bought for me and runs it over my cotton underwear, finding my slit. “Oh,” I whimper as he teases me over the fabric.
“You’re so wet, Luce,” he groans before taking my nipple in his mouth again. This time, he pinches down with his teeth, and I let out a gasp. Then he slips under my panties and finds my entrance, sliding a finger inside. “Fuck, you’re so soft.”
He adds another finger and moves them in and out as I arch up into him and spread my legs even wider, craving as much of him as I can get.
He places his thumb on my clit and holds it there, applying just the right amount of pressure on my most sensitive spot, while his fingers keep pumping in and out of me.
It’s almost too much. Heat flows through me from my head all the way to my toes, and as soon as he starts to draw circles with his thumb, I lose it, crying out his name as my body pulsates from my orgasm.
He doesn’t waver, just keeps circling my clit and flicking my nipple with his eager tongue.
When I finally come down, he moves up and brings his mouth back to mine, sucking on my bottom lip with enough force to leave a mark.
He pulls his fingers out and brings them to my lips, tracing over them with a glistening finger.
I stare into him and lick my lips, humming as I taste myself.
He grunts and sticks his finger in my mouth.
I take it back as far as I can and suck, so turned on by everything he’s doing.
I watch as he swallows and pulls his hand away, bringing his mouth back to mine and finding my tongue with his.
“Mmm,” he groans. “You taste amazing,” he says between kisses.
“I want more, Dylan,” I beg as I wrap my legs around his waist, getting him as close to me as I can. “I want all of you. Please.”
I whine when he pulls away for a moment, but then he looks down at me with a wicked grin, backs up, and grabs the waistband of my pants.
With one quick tug, he rips them down and off my legs and brings his head down to where I’m still soaked and sensitive.
He grabs my underwear in his teeth and pulls it down my legs until he drops it on the floor beside us.
Then he takes off his own pants and boxers, and for the first time, we’re completely naked in front of each other.
His body is a sight to behold. He’s all hard lines, muscles, and a huge cock, throbbing and ready to take me. He runs a hand through his hair and tucks some behind his ear before offering me another teasing grin.
“I want you too, Lucy. More than you know.” His gaze moves toward the stairs, then back to me. “I should go get a condom—” He shifts to get up before I place a hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Don’t,” I blurt out. “I’m clean. And on birth control.”
Cocking an eyebrow at me, he responds. “Are you sure? I’m clean too. I was tested a few months ago… and I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he admits shyly.
“Me neither,” I add. “I mean it when I say I want all of you, Dylan.”
“Okay.” He runs a hand down the inside of my thigh, causing goosebumps to prickle down my leg.
He spreads my legs a bit more and then fully leans over me, placing the tip of his cock at my entrance.
Painfully slowly, he slides in, inch by inch, and I stretch open for him as he does.
“Fuck, Luce,” he starts as he pushes deeper into me. “You feel so good.”
With a breathy gasp, I whisper, “More,” as he sinks even deeper.
When I’ve finally taken all of him, we lie still for a moment, him on top of me, my body stretching to accommodate him.
Then he rolls his hips, and we start to move, him giving, me taking.
He swirls his tongue around my nipple as he grips my ass and pushes into me, harder this time.
We move together, my hips arching, and low moans escaping as he pumps in and out, and I clench with each thrust, letting him fill me completely. It feels better than I could have imagined, and his mouth peppers kisses all over my chest, neck, and lips.
When my breathing turns ragged, he finds my sensitive spot and begins to rub in soft, lulling circles with his thumb, sending me over the edge.
“I’m so close,” I whine, and he responds with a grunt and keeps driving into me.
“Harder, Dylan,” I beg, and he complies, pumping into me with such force I feel him hit my G-spot as he keeps his thumb on my clit.
My vision blurs as the impending orgasm takes over, and I cry his name into his mouth as my body pulsates and my eyes roll back in my head.
That seems to do it for him because he growls and twitches as his own orgasm begins, his lower body pumping everything he has into me.
I wrap my hands around him and hold him close as we lie on top of each other afterward, waiting for our breathing to calm down.
After I feel his heartbeat on top of me normalize, he opens his eyes and finds mine, coming in for a softer, gentler kiss, lightly teasing me with his tongue before bringing his lips up to my forehead.
“Luce, that was incredible.” He must hear the catch in my breath because he kisses me again and adds, “You’re incredible,” as a grin pulls at his lips.
Warmth floods my cheeks, and I can’t hold back the smile that grows on my face, and I hum a happy little sound.
“Thanks,” is all I can bring myself to say out loud.
Inside, my mind is swirling with thoughts and emotions.
What we just did felt so right but takes us to a completely different place in our relationship, or friendship—whatever we could call it now.
Nothing is solved; it’s even more complicated.
I’m holding back the truth from him, and that doesn’t feel fair.
I squeeze him tight, breathing in his scent and listening to his beating heart.
Alive. He’s alive, and soon, he won’t be.
How am I supposed to go on now that I know the way he feels inside of me and the sounds he makes just for me?
He stands up and pulls me into his arms as I nestle my head in the crook of his shoulder.
With steady footsteps, he carries me across the room and up the stairs until he lays me down on his bed.
Walking into the bathroom, he comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans us both up, then tucks me into bed beside him.
I turn to face him and press my body against his. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“Good night, Luce,” he whispers into my hair.
“Night, Dyl,” I murmur back.
“I could get used to this,” he sighs as sleep finds him.
Me too, I think sadly. And nothing has scared me more.