“Are you with me Dylan?”
I give my dumb head a shake.“Yeah, right here.”
“Good, cause I need you to nail me hard.”
“Like it rough, do you?”
“I like you—” she draws her tongue up the side of my neck, “—all hot and heavy above me, with your pneumatic dick, even if I know you’re a liar, and a fool, and a bastard, I’ve wanted you for longer than I care to admit.”
I drive us both hard into the mattress.The headboard is fixed to the wall, or it’d be drilling holes in the plaster.
She might be curvy and soft and smooth as silk, but she’s my match in every way.We fuck and roll and claw at one another, sometimes I’m on top, sometimes it’s Kira.I lose my mind as the pressure builds.A massive roller banks at the base of my cock.My spine is rigid.Everything aches, and every inch of my skin prickles.Kira’s pussy is milking me: squeeze and release…squeeze and release.I bite my lips trying to stop myself from crying out.This is the most intense kind of agony…beautiful torture that I can’t get enough of.
The squeeze of her around me, it’s so damned tight, and too damned good.I want to come.I know I’m going to come.We’re moving together so rapidly, there’s no way it’s not going to happen.It’s all raw, unfiltered pleasure.My balls are full of it.I can’t stop moving, can’t slow down, or stop grinding us together.
I feel the flutter of her pussy around me, then she’s liquid and heat as she comes.She sobs into my shoulder, teeth against my collar bone, queenly, in that moment of pure bliss.
I’m not used to this sort of ride.The tight rhythmic squeeze on my cock has me arching my back.I come hard, one hand tight on her arse, the other caught in the short strands of her hair, all of me buried deep inside of her.
The boom of my heart is so loud inside my head, it sounds like I’m ejaculating cannon balls.
It’ll be a fucking miracle if the condom’s still intact.
-8-
-Kira Carter-Wells-
I don’t know what the heck I’m doing or thinking.I know that Dylan Drake’s bed isn’t where I ought to be.As he likes to point out with alarming frequency, I’m not his type, and not only that, I’m employed to look out for him and ensure his safety, not to warm his bed.Howard Falchard is going to have my head on a platter if he hears about this.His express purpose in sending me along with Dylan tonight was to ensure no sexual shenanigans took place.Gay guy with a rep, hence he sent the girl.Too bad I’ve lusted after Mr.Drake for too long to say no when he suddenly wanted to say yes to sampling some pussy.
Dylan lies heavy above me.His breathing remains raspy and rough.The side of his head is pressed to mine, and his cock is still buried inside me.He’s an incredibly beautiful man, toned in the way that only someone with a personal trainer gets, handsome in a sculpted, edgy way.His eyes—those eyes the way they shine, it just gets me, and his mouth… Wow, what his lips are capable of… I can count my former sexual partners on one hand.None of them ever did anything that magical with their tongues, and they’d ostensibly had practice Dylan hasn’t, unless he’s lying to the world about everything.That makes me think of his co-star Rosie, and her insistence that he’s only gay for show.Even now, I don’t believe that’s true.
When he lifts himself up, I don’t know what to say to him.I’m not sure what exactly happened that lead us to this point, but it’s a relief that he’s prepared to look me in the eyes.What’s impossible to read are his thoughts.
“What you expected?”I ask.
His head tilts from one side to the other.He trails a hand over my body, over one breast and the flat of my stomach.Briefly, he caresses my thigh, before he circles his cock, holding on to the condom and pulls away.
I miss him immediately.I liked the way we joined up.
His brooding silence kills me.He came.That means it was good, right?Although, I’ve heard that with guys it’s mostly a matter of mechanics.Provide enough friction and the genie inevitably leaves the bottle.
Dylan takes long enough in the bathroom disposing of the condom and doing, I’m not sure what, that a chill starts creeping over me.Maybe the sensible thing to do at this point, would be to accept this as what it was—a moment of madness—and leave, rather than attempt to turn it into anything more.However, right as I swing my legs around with the intention of scampering off, his form fills the doorway.One hand is raised and clasped within his hair, while the other grips the wooden frame.He’s still entirely naked, and for a moment I have an actual chance to really take that fact and him in.He has that whole inverted triangle thing going on: wide shoulders, narrow hips, washboard abs, but he’s rangy too, rather than bulky.It’s no wonder he looks good in his clothes; he looks flipping fantastic out of them.
I drink my fill, because while I’m a fool, I’m not deluded.Nothing more is ever going to happen than what already did.
“I should go,” I say in response to his silence.
“Johns will be waiting.”
“Yes.”
I curl my toes into the thick carpet as I rise.My dress is next door.I’d prefer to clean up before I exit, knowing that I’m going to reek of sex and Johns is going to adroitly put two and two together, but with Dylan standing where he is, that isn’t possible without jostling him out of the way first.A bathroom visit will just have to wait.Maybe I’ll take a detour down to the powder room in the foyer on my way to the car.
“Kira.”Dylan reaches out and clasps my hand.He tugs until we’re toe to toe and facing.
“I know,” I say, before he says anything.“I get that it was just a fuck, a momentary anomaly, and that you’re not going to call.”
“Would you want me to call?”
