Chapter 25

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I take my time, drawing out the seconds, holding Dylan’s gaze as anticipation rises to dizzying heights. I drag my fingernails up his lean, muscled thighs, then sweep my palms over his hips, pulling him closer. He groans, his cock jumping, desire leaking from the tip. It takes everything in me not to lean forward and bury him in my throat. I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, squeezing gently.

"Fuck, Isla." His knees tremble, and he reaches up, holding onto the shower frame for support. My gaze slides up the line of dark hair, over his taut abs, to the ridges of his pecs. Unbridled lust takes control, burning through my veins. I lick him like an ice cream cone, sliding my tongue from base to tip, moaning as his taste permeates my senses. I drag my tongue around the head of his cock, then feather it against that spot underneath. One strong hand slides into my hair, and he flexes his hips, pushing into my mouth. I take him deep, hollowing my cheeks, focusing on breathing through my nose as I bob my head, fucking him with my mouth. I look up at him, holding his gaze as I pull him toward me, not stopping until I feel him at the back of my throat. I swirl my tongue around him as I pull back, repeating the motion with my hand, twisting my hand over his slick shaft. His moan raises the hairs on my arms.

"If you keep going, I'm going to embarrass myself," he rasps, dropping to his knees, tossing his glasses onto the countertop before framing my face with his hands. He traces my lips with his thumb, gasping when I sink my teeth into soft flesh, leaving a mark. Fingers gripping my chin, he pulls me into his lap, plundering my mouth. I support myself with my elbow as he leans over me, adjusting my legs so I'm gripping his torso with my knees. I slowly melt back onto the shower floor as he makes his way down my body, teeth scraping before he soothes with his tongue, kissing it better. He slides me across the floor, making sure the water isn't in my face before lowering his head to my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple, then sucking it hard and deep. My body bows, begging for more.

"Fuck, we're flooding the bathroom floor," he mutters, grabbing a towel and throwing it over the water before pulling me to my feet and closing the shower door. "There wasn't enough room for me to do what I wanted to, anyway," he murmurs, pressing me to the glass, his cock digging into my ass.

"What did you want to do?" I rasp, pushing back on him, need pulsing through my veins.

"I'll show you after dinner." He slides his hand around my hip and down my stomach, not stopping until his fingers are diving between my legs. I moan, rocking against him. He slips a finger into me, slowly sliding it in and out. "God, you're wet," he groans, expertly circling my clit.

"Dylan, please." I whimper in disappointment as he takes a step back, but it turns into a groan as he slides his cock down my ass and between my thighs, nestled along my slit, the head of his cock riding over my clit as he thrusts his hips.

He pushes my chin up with two fingers, our gazes colliding in the mirror. Fuck. My muscles tremble as I struggle to keep myself upright. He notices immediately, turning me around, capturing my mouth with his, hauling one of my legs up on his hip, his other hand going back between my legs. I moan into his mouth as he pushes two fingers into me, the heel of his palm rocking back and forth over my clit with every thrust of his hand.

"Come for me, Isla," he whispers, biting and sucking on my lower lip, breathing hard. I come alive beneath his capable hands, my body his instrument, and god, does he know how to play. I drop my forehead against his shoulder as I come, waves of ecstasy wracking my body. "You're so fucking sexy," he rasps, tilting my face up to his, licking his lips. "I can't wait to see what you look like when you're coming on my cock."

"Why do we have to wait?" I ask, my voice shaking as I try to catch my breath.

"Let me at least wine and dine you first, love," he chuckles, those big brown eyes sparkling.

My heart stutters at his casual use of that four-letter word as he turns me toward the spray, grabbing a bar of soap and running his sudsy hands all over my body. I would stay with him like this forever if I could. Our own, personal real-life wet dream. Turning toward him, I soap up my hands and tease his nipples before I wrap my fingers around his cock, sliding up and down his length with firm, measured strokes. He covers my fingers with his, squeezing, hips thrusting, fucking my hand.

Fucking hell.

All I can think about is getting him out of this damn shower and riding him until we're both a melted puddle of goo.

"What are you thinking about?" he rasps, eyes hooded, cheeks ruddy.

"Climbing you like a tree and fucking you until we forget our names," I say, picking up the pace with my hand, watching the head of his cock slide past my pinky, thick and red and utterly perfect. It'll feel so goddamned good inside me. His abs clench, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated.

"Isla," he moans, his jaw clenching. I pull my hand away, letting the water wash away the soap, and then I'm on my knees, gobbling him down. He stops moving, breathing hard, looking down at me, his eyes roiling with indecision .

"Use me, Dylan. Please."

He makes a broken sound, his hands diving into my hair, holding my head still as he thrusts past my open lips. I pull him closer, encouraging him to take what he needs, concentrating on breathing through my nose as he fucks my mouth. I palm his balls, rolling them in my hand, tugging gently. He groans my name, thrusting once, twice, before I feel the heat of him hitting the back of my throat. I swallow him down, keeping the suction until he's completely spent. I don't stop until I've licked him clean, giving his cock the attention it deserves. He pulls me up, pushing my hair away from my face before lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pressing me to the glass.

"You're a fucking minx. That mouth of yours will be the death of me."

"Would you be happy dying with your cock in my mouth?" I murmur, sluicing the water droplets off his eyebrow with my thumb and watching them drip down the angles of his face.

"I'd want it engraved on my tombstone," he says, catching my lower lip with his teeth.

"Death by blow job?" I ask, chuckling. "Was it that good?" I slide the tip of my nose along his.

"The fucking best I've ever had."

His praise makes me blush. I bite my lip to keep from grinning. I'm beginning to think I may have a new kink.

"Let's dry off and eat while we watch a movie. Then we can move on to round two."

"Round two?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

"And three and four, if I get my way. Maybe even five if we're lucky."

Fuck. Me.

I've been waiting my entire life for this.