Chapter 74

74

D ylan scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, slamming the door behind us with his foot.

"Let me at least shower off first," I gasp, melting against him as he nips at my collarbone.

"Why?"

"Because I'm pretty sure I still have jizz dripping out of me from last night."

"Is that supposed to deter me?" He sets me down, pushes my jacket from my shoulders, and tosses it onto the bed.

"I kind of thought it would, to be honest."

"I wouldn't share you if somebody else's semen bothered me, Freckles."

I lift my arms, allowing him to pull off my sweatshirt, and before I can blink, my bra is on the floor by my feet.

"Fucking finally," he groans, palming my tits, pushing them together, dragging his tongue from one to the other. I pull him closer, moaning as he pulls one nipple into his mouth, teasing with his teeth before sucking hard. He walks me backward until my knees hit the mattress, pushing me down. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze like wildfire on my skin. He takes his time unlacing my boots and pulling them off, then climbs up on the bed, hovering over me like a heartbreakingly beautiful fallen angel, coming to do all sorts of bad things to my body. When I can't stand it any longer, I pull his face down to mine, running my tongue along the seam of his mouth before sinking my teeth into his lush bottom lip.

"You want it rough?" he breathes, his pupils nearly swallowing his irises.

I can feel him change, ferality streaking through his system. He drops his hips onto mine, plundering my mouth as he grinds his cock between my legs. He pushes away from me suddenly, breathing hard as he towers over me.

"Get undressed," he says harshly, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. I scramble to obey, kicking off my sweatpants and underwear, then peeling off my socks and flinging them into the corner of the room.

"Sit on your heels," he commands, stepping out of his sweatpants and wrapping his hand around his shaft.

"Yes sir," I say hoarsely, lust gripping me by the throat, moisture flooding between my legs as I get into position.

"Spread your knees. More." He tugs at his cock as he watches me, coaxing a drop of precum to the tip. "Now touch yourself."

Fuck. His gaze follows my hand as I drag it down the swell of my lower stomach and between my legs. I circle my clit slowly, biting back a whimper when the drop of precum falls to the wood-planked floor. I'm so far gone that I would lick it up without a second thought.

"Good girl," he rasps, his nostrils flaring. "Put a finger inside."

I lift up a bit, sinking my middle finger into my center, fucking myself with it. He walks closer, circling my wrist with his fingers and pulling my hand up to his mouth, my middle finger disappearing between his lips as he licks it clean.

"Again."

"Dylan." It comes out as a whine. I want his cock in my mouth.

"Again," he demands.

I push my hand back between my legs, sinking down on two of my fingers this time, pressing the heel of my palm to my clit. He pulls my hand away before I get too close, dragging my fingers over his cock, wetting it with my juices. He groans as he slides his hand up his shaft, slipping easily over the head of his cock, his hips jerking in response. He plants his other hand on my chest, pushing me back until my back is on the mattress. He tugs my ankles, bringing my ass to the edge of the bed, and then drops to his knees, burying his face between my thighs. The first long drag of his tongue up my center has me threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.

"That's my girl. Ride me," he mumbles, his baritone vibrating against my pussy, making me squirm. I clamp my thighs over his ears, lifting my hips, riding his tongue until stars explode behind my eyelids. He pulls away right before I come.

"Middle of the bed, on your hands and knees, facing the wall."

I scramble up, getting on my hands and knees in the center of the bed, pushing my ass out like a needy whore.

"Please, Dylan," I beg, my whole body trembling with the need to come.

"You're so pretty like this," he murmurs, ignoring my plea. The mattress dips as he gets on the bed behind me, palming my ass cheeks, squeezing as he spreads them.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters. He grips his cock, dragging the head from my clit to my ass, spreading my desire. He bends over me, gripping the base of my throat with his hand before straightening and pulling me up with him.

"You're too fucking sexy, Isla," he rasps, running his tongue along the shell of my ear. He presses his hips forward, sliding his cock between my thighs, the head dragging back and forth over my clit as he thrusts. He slides his other hand over my stomach and down to the apex of my thighs, rolling my clit under his fingers as he slams inside me. I shudder in his arms, my pussy clenching around his cock, desperate to keep him inside me.

"You feel so good," he moans, holding still as he tries to stay in control. His hips jerk, and then he's pulling out of me, backing off the bed, pulling me with him. He turns me to face him, capturing my lips with his, guiding me backward to the patio door, pressing me against the cold glass as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. Sliding a hand from my ass down to my thigh, he hitches my leg up and presses the head of his cock against my entrance, stretching me as he slides deep.

He feels so goddamned good. I push a hand between us, needing to put pressure on my clit, but he captures it before I succeed, stretching it over my head as he fucks me.

"Dylan, " I whine, bucking my hips against him, desperation taking hold.

"Not fucking yet, Isla. I don't want to rush this."

I drop my weight slightly, forcing the shaft of his cock to drag along my clit as he thrusts. He grips my jaw, pulling me up onto my tiptoes so only the head of his cock is inside me, putting pressure against my g-spot.

"Naughty girl," he breathes, running his nose along mine, his gaze glued to my lips.

I'm rewarded with a groan as I squeeze my muscles around him. A violent shiver wracks my body as the cold of the glass finally sinks deep enough to register. Dylan pulls out of me, bending down to suck a puckered nipple into his mouth before throwing me over his shoulder without warning. He walks into the bathroom, ignoring my shrieks as he punches buttons on the control panel. He steps into the tub and sets me down, drawing me into a passionate kiss before turning me around. He holds me against his body, cupping a breast with one hand, the other sliding between my legs. Walking me forward to the edge, he nudges my knees until I kneel on the seat, not moving his hand until he has me positioned exactly as he wants me. He pulls his hand away, no longer blocking the jet that's aimed directly at my clit. I moan, dropping down onto my forearms, my nipples brushing the edge of the jacuzzi as Dylan slams into me. I tumble head-first into the abyss. The first contraction of my muscles has me gasping for air.

"Yes, Isla. Good girl," Dylan praises, his hips stuttering against me, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me back on his cock, fucking me hard .

We come together in an explosion of desperate noises, our bodies slapping together obscenely as we fall apart. I come back to earth slowly, my eyes fluttering open to see Theo standing in the doorway, his cock in his hand.

"My turn, Sunflower."