“Careful,” Dylan said, catching me as he straightened up to his full height.He licked his lips, lust still gleaming in his green eyes.“I don’t want to trouble my sister by letting her find out you slipped in the shower because I made you cum so hard.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored the way he cleaned his cum from my breasts, stomach and hips.I swallowed, ignoring the look on his face.He was focused as if cleaning me was some holy ritual, his hands warm against my bare skin.Even though I pretended to hate it, I couldn’t when his large, warm hands felt comforting.
He loomed over me, his grin widening, making him look like a towering Doberman.
Even Justin wasn’tthistall?—
Why was I comparing them?
And why was I letting him wash me?
I stepped out as soon as he turned off the water, ignoring his help to dry my hair, and wrapped the white robe around me, covering my naked body from his relentless hot gaze.
“Is that it?”he whispered, still trying to press closer, naked as the day he was born.I saw him get half-hard out of the corner of my eye.
Jesus.His body needs to be studied.
“Just gonna cream all over me and leave?Wham bam, thank you, Dylan?You’re not even going to say thank you, are you?”
I pushed past him, grabbing my clothes from the pile in a rush, but he pushed in behind me.I tightened my grip on my bra, his warm breath grazing my ear.
“Not even, ‘thank you so much Dylan, that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had!’”He pitched his voice high, trying to imitate me.“Hm?How about a thank-you-handy?Or a blowjob?I wouldn’t mind either, you know.My cock stretching out your pretty lips while you suck?—”
My hand shot out, slapping over his mouth.
“Shut.Up.”I seethed, glaring at him.
His cock brushed my thigh through the thin fabric of the robe.I scoffed, shaking my head.“You’re like a cat in heat.”
“I thought I was your bad dog, darling.”His voice was muffled, but I knew he was grinning through my palm.
“Whatever.”I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain control.“Stop acting like a—did you just lick my hand?”
I was horrified when the hot tongue flicked through my hand and looked at it, ignoring his stupid, mischievous smile.
“Sure did,” he said, leaning in until my back was pressed flush against the sink.“I couldn’t control myself when your hand was… just right there.”
I slapped my hand on his chest, embarrassed to get turned on by his thrumming heartbeat.And how warm and solid his body felt.
“You need to control yourself,” I said, pushing him back, and thankfully, he relented.
I tried to gather myself as much as I could and unlocked the door to peek out to see if Amanda was in the living room.I was staying in the guest room, and I just needed to make my way there and put on some clothes.
“Will I see you tonight?”He asked while I scouted the area.
“No,” I snapped, eager to get out of the small bathroom and breathe fresh air that was not contaminated with horny-Dylan-virus.
But then his hand caught the hood of my robe, pulling me back.I was ready to rip his ass and scold him until he cried, but I stopped when I saw him dangling my pink bra like a trophy.
“Don’t forget this, or I’ll hide it in my stash,” he smirked.“Pink suits you, darling.”
“Fuck off,” I said, snatching it from his hand.
He cupped his mouth in mock shock.“Haw, Katie’s got a potty mouth.”He winked when I flipped him off.“Didn’t know you could curse.”
Grumbling under my breath, I stormed into the guest room, locked the door, and triple-checked it.
Because I knew someone, a certain someone, would try to sneak in under the pretense of needing a charger or to check out the view from the room’s window.
