“Depends on the terms.”
“Does it?”He plants kisses on my throat while he wriggles a hand between us and slides two long fingers between the lips of my pussy.Shudders of joy stream through my body at his persistent touch, and I cream all over his fingers.“I think you want this regardless of what happens once we leave this room.”
Isn’t that the sad truth of the matter?God, I’m an idiot, but that’s infatuation for you…not to mention hope.There’s still a part of me that believes this, whatever it is, can turn into a genuine relationship.
“As do you,” I counter, not sure if I’m stating that as a fact or pleading for confirmation.
“Yes,” he confirms, quietly.“And now that we agree on that point, can we stop niggling at one another and concentrate on doing what we both want?”
Interesting turn of phrase, given that his fingers are still mercilessly petting my clit.
“I don’t want to be used, Dylan.I don’t want this if it means in a few hours’ time you’re going to walk out of the door and pretend this didn’t happen again.I don’t want this if you’re never going to call.”
“Yes, you do.And I will…call.I can’t think of anyone else I could call when I want to fuck a glorious pair of breasts or when I want to dip my wick into a honeyed cunt.”
“If that’s meant to be reassuring…”
He slides his fingers inside me, and resumes the massaging of my clit with his thumb, making lazy circles, which he punctuates with bouts of lightning fast up and down strokes.My thoughts fray and I curse, because he has me.I want him.And I know it’s insane, but I’m prepared to have him on whatever moronic terms he’s offering.
I don’t honestly know that he has any clue what those terms are even.
“Something about you makes me horny as hell, Kira Carter-Wells.Whenever you’re around my whole world gets skewed on its axis, and the worst thing is, I think I’m actually starting to like it.No—” He moves slightly, as he corrects himself, so that his cock is now butting up against my clit alongside his fingers.“I definitely like it.I like it one hell of a lot.So much that you’d better tell me right now if you don’t want me to fill your cunt with my dick as I really want to fuck you.So tell me, are we on the same page, or do I need to get the fuck off you and give my arm a workout?”
I’m tempted to call him out.Imagine the sight, lying next to Dylan Drake and watching him stroke himself.How furious he’d be.How utterly delicious.Glorious enough that even imagining it makes me glaze my lips, but much as the vision would be a treat, I want his body pressed tight to mine.I like his weight above me.What’s more, I want his cock butting up against me two inches lower than where it currently lies.I want him inside me, fucking me like both our lives depend upon it.Even if I only get him for this night, I’ll take that.So help me God, I’ll take it.Whatever this beautiful, stupid, ridiculous man wants… We’re all fools for love, right?
I shimmy beneath him, which is motion enough to get us lined up so his cock is kissing my entrance.I wrap my legs around his waist, making the invitation explicit, then add another point of encouragement by digging my nails into the joyous perfection of his arse.
“Fuck my cunt, Dylan,” I murmur straight into his ear, before giving the lobe an encouraging nip.
“Your cunt is so fucking wet for me.”
That’s right.It makes that moment of joining all the more special.
He’s a fast learner, this bastard of a man.He doesn’t just fuck me with his cock and imagine that’s enough to make my world explode.He surrounds me with his body, his glorious scent.His lips move against mine, and when we’re not kissing, he’s whispering sweet and dirty encouragements.
When I come, the moment sneaks up on me.I gasp, body arched beneath him, my muscles squeezing him tight while my heart hammers hard against my ribcage.I’ve barely caught my breath before he’s reared back onto his knees and his fingers are on me again, gently petting my clit, then scissoring either side of his cock and pressing inside me alongside his cock.
“Are you sure about the finger in your arse?”
“Never tried it,” I confess.
“Oh, Kira.”He raises his hand to my mouth and slips his index finger between my lips.“Get it nice and wet.”
“Be gentle.”
“Honey, I know what I’m doing.”
Yes.Yes…he does at that.He rolls us so that I’m on top, and continues to rock me on his cock, while his finger persistently circles the pucker of my back entrance.When he dips it inside, I lose my mind.
“I know, honey.I know how insane it feels to have something penetrate you where it has no right to be.The whole wrongness of it is just so fucking right.”
“Do you like being fucked like that?”
“No.”
“You don’t like being sodomized?”
“No.”He licks along the curve of my neck as I arch my back.I don’t know whether to believe him or not.There’s something about the monosyllabic nature of his answer that leads me to believe the issue is complicated.Now isn’t the time to dive around inside his psyche though.
