Ali’s breath is ragged, her eyes locked onto his as her hands move to his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin. She smirks, a glint of raw desire in her gaze.
“Stop holding back, Dylan,” she growls, her voice low and filled with urgency. “I’m not going to break. Fuck me. I want you— all of you.”
The words hit him like a jolt of electricity. She’s not holding back anymore, and neither is he. Dylan leans down, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips as he moves his hips, driving deeper into her, the feel of her tightness almost too much to bear.
Ali moans into the kiss, her legs tightening around his waist, urging him to go faster. “God, yes,” she whispers against his mouth, “fuck me harder, Dylan.”
The command in her voice is too much for him to resist. Dylan moves faster, his hands gripping her hips as he pushes deeper, hearing the way she cries out in pleasure with every thrust. The sound of her words, her filthy encouragement, sends him spiraling.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Ali,” he groans, his voice rough, each thrust harder than the last. “Your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock. Like a goddam wet dream come to life.”
Ali’s body trembles beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she moves to meet him, desperate for more. “Yes, Dylan. You’re the only one who makes me feel this good. Take me. Make me yours.”
The filthy words, the rawness between them, drives him insane. Dylan pushes himself harder into her, feeling her wallstighten around him with each stroke. “God, Ali,” he growls, “You’re so fucking filthy. And I love it.”
Dylan’s hands grip her… one in her damp hair & one clenching her thigh tightly, as he watches her struggle to hold back, her breath hitching with every thrust. He can feel the tension building in her, her body trembling beneath him, but he needs her to let go.
“Come on, baby,” he growls, his voice low and commanding, the urgency in his words adding to the raw heat between them. “I know you’re holding back, but I need you to come for me. Right fucking now.”
Ali’s eyes meet his, her face flushed with desire, her lips parting as her hands dig into his shoulders. She’s close, he can feel it, and he’s not going to let her hold back any longer. “I don’t want it to stop Dylan. It’s so good.”
“Don’t you dare hold back, Ali,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come around me, feel your pussy tighten as you fall apart. I want to hear those sweet cries I’ve missed so damn much.”
Her body shudders, her hands clutching at him desperately as she finally lets go, the sound of his name filling the air as her orgasm crashes over her. Her walls tighten around him, pulling him deeper as she comes, and Dylan can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, his own release following quickly as he moves harder, deeper, feeling the way she wraps around him, her body completely undone. “That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking good Ali.”
Dylan pulled out of her slowly, feeling the loss of her warmth, but he doesn’t go far. His chest rises and falls with a deep breath, the weight of the moment still pressing on him. He moves quickly, pulling the covers back, a protective instinct rising in him. Without a word, he gently guides Ali into his arms, wrapping her tightly in the sheets as he pulls her close.
Ali rests her head against his chest, and he feels the slight tremor in her body as she melts into him. Her breathing is slow, but uneven, and he knows it’s because she’s still processing everything. He runs a hand through her hair, his thumb brushing softly over her cheek as he holds her, his body instinctively shielding her from any vulnerability she might feel.
“God, you were so good,” he whispers into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “So perfect, Ali.”
Her body relaxes further against him, her fingers curling into the fabric of the sheet, and for a moment, it’s just the quiet sound of their breathing. Dylan holds her, not wanting to let go, the weight of everything they’ve shared hanging between them like a quiet promise.
They lie like that for a few moments— quiet, content, still tangled in each other— until suddenly, Ali shifts slightly, and her eyes flutter open.
“So what did you grill for us?” she asks, her voice a little hoarse but playful, a soft smile pulling at the corner of her lips.
Dylan laughs softly, the sound full of warmth and affection. He leans down, kissing her forehead gently. “You’re worried about dinner right now?”
Ali looks up at him, her expression teasing. “What? I’m hungry.”
Dylan chuckles again, his heart swelling with the ease of their connection. “I’ll make you whatever you want, baby.”
Starlight
Ali
The sun filtered through the windows, the day still young and full of promise as they made their way toward Tybee Island. Ali sat in the back seat of Abigail’s SUV, squeezed beside Ashley while Raleigh Ann rode up front. The conversation was light, the laughter easy, the kind of chatter that flowed freely when it was just them— books, life, inside jokes.
It was comforting.
She loved these girls. Trusted them more than anyone else in the world. After everything that happened in college, they’d been her solid ground. Her chosen family. Abigail, Raleigh Ann, and Ashley were the only ones she let close.
Still, despite the ease between them, there was a flutter of nerves low in her belly.
Ali glanced out the window, back toward the gray Wagoneer Dylan had rented. He was driving, Brant up front with him. Kellan in the back seat. He’d promised to keep a low profile today— baseball cap pulled low, laid-back clothes— but just knowing he was out there, that he might be recognized, made her stomach twist.
