Ali surprised them both when she leaned over and took his mouth with hers. His lids fluttered shut in surprise but then a soft groan and his hands fisted on her braid as he deepened the kiss.
He reached over and tried to pull her in his lap but she didn’t move.
Ali’s fingers trembled slightly as she popped the button on his khaki shorts. The reality of what she was doing hit her in a wave— hot, nervous, a little unsure.
She felt him watching her, his breath slowing, steadying, not with pressure, but with reverence. His voice was soft at first, coaxing.
“You don’t have to,” he said, brushing her cheek with his knuckles. “Not unless you want to.”
She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her voice barely a whisper. “I want to. I just… I’ve never—”
Dylan’s expression softened, but there was still hunger in his eyes. “Hey. That’s okay. I’ll show you. You don’t have to be perfect— just be mine.”
He guided her hand with his, wrapping her delicate hand around him. She felt the weight and heat of him in her palm, her lips parting just slightly in surprise. He groaned, low and deep in his throat.
“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that, baby.”
Ali ducked her head, cheeks flushed, but when she leaned in and kissed the tip softly, Dylan hissed through his teeth.
“God, you’re killing me.” His hand pulled gently at her braid. “Use that pretty mouth, sweetheart. Let me feel those lips.”
She hesitated, but his voice was steady and warm— filthy, yes, but laced with something deeper. When he used those explicit words, it didn’t embarrass her; it emboldened her. Made her feel like a goddess in his hands.
“Open up for me. Just a little. There you go… good girl.”
The praise lit something in her. She wrapped her lips around the head and flicked her tongue instinctively. Dylan’s hips twitched, his hand tightening slightly in her hair, pulling at her braid.
“Oh fuck, Ali. You feel so good. Just a little deeper now— yeah, just like that. Slow and steady.”
Her confidence grew with every moan that slipped from his throat. He kept guiding her, not rushing, just talking her through it.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So sweet. Look at you— taking my cock like this.”
Ali moaned softly against him, and the vibration made Dylan curse again.
“God, you don’t even know what you do to me. You’re so fucking sexy like this. That mouth was made for me.”
She hollowed her cheeks, mimicking what he said, and when she looked up at him again, Dylan’s head fell back against the seat.
“Fuck. You’re a dream, Ali. My dream. Don’t stop now, baby.”
And she didn’t.
His voice kept her steady. His dirty words fueling the fire inside her. And even though her heart was pounding, she’d never felt more powerful, more wanted.
When he warned her he was close, she didn’t stop. She only looked up at him, silently telling him:I want this. I want all of you.
And Dylan, wrecked and shaking, could only whisper her name like a prayer as he came.
Ali wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, cheeks flushed, heart pounding out of her chest. Her lips tingled, her throat a little sore, but all she could think about was the way he’d said her name—like it meant everything.
“Hey,” Dylan whispered, his voice wrecked but warm. He reached down and cupped her face, gently tilting it up so she’d look at him. “Come here, baby.”
She hesitated. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Worried she was too heavy for his lap. But he tugged incessantly. So she climbed awkwardly across the console, still a little unsure, until she was nestled against his chest. He tucked her under his arm, pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.
“You okay?” he murmured. “Was that too much?”
Ali shook her head quickly, her voice still small. “No… I’m okay. More than okay. I wanted to.”
