Page 58 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Campus was quiet when we arrived, which wasn’t surprising since it was nearly one in the morning. Like a gentleman, Dillon got out of the truck and opened my door for me, taking my hand as I hopped out. Before I could head to my building, he pushed me up against his truck and devoured my mouth until I was a panting molten mess of need. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re irresistible.” His mouth curled into a grin.

I blushed as his words lit me up from the inside, “Um, thanks.” His answering chuckle gave the night some much needed levity, and I could finally breathe.

We crossed the lot, arms brushing with each step, but it was like a wall had been erected between us—a space neither of us could cross. Before my mind could start to spiral, Dillon stopped and turned to me. “Will you come up?” He nodded his head toward his building, and my heart took flight. “Don’t look so shocked, little crow.” He cupped my face and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it down. Dillon groaned and squeezed his hard length under his pants. “I can’t get the image of your lips wrapped around my cock out of my mind, and it’s driving me insane.”

I smirked. “It was fun.”

He shook his head and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me along behind him as I struggled to keep up with the urgency of his long stride. I don’t remember entering the building or the ride to his floor in the elevator. The world around us ceased to exist until he threw me on his bed, and his large body blanketed me.

“I didn’t bring you here for this,” he breathed against my lips. The heat in his eyes and the gravelly tone of his lust-filled voice turned my clothes to ash. “I just didn’t want to let you go.” He bit his lip, a groan stuck in his throat. Dillon rested his forehead against mine as I breathed in his exhale. Each inhale had me embedding him in my lungs, closer to my heart than he could ever physically be. I wanted to drink him down and fuse him with my blood, make him part of my DNA so no matter how much distance was between us, he’d always be with me.

His face was silhouetted against the darkness, and as I stared into his dark eyes, I forgot how to breathe. “I want it all with you, Dil.” He sucked in a sharp inhale, and he trailed trembling fingers down my cheek. “I want you to have all of me. Everything I am is yours.” I licked my lips. “I couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else.”

“Jamie.” My name on his lips was a prayer. A promise. An oath that was tattooed on my heart. “I want everything with you too.” His lips brushed mine, and it felt like he was caressing my soul.

“Make love to me, Dillon. Make me forget,” I pleaded as I peppered biting kisses down his neck, teasing his stubble with the tip of my tongue. “Make me yours in every way.”

“Fuck. Me.” He groaned and settled between my legs. The weight of his erection burned through the layers that separate us, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Always more.

“Off. Off. Off.” My hands scrabbled at his back, yanking and tugging his hoodie but falling to remove it. I growled in frustration. I was consumed by the need to feel his skin on mine.

“Patience, baby.” He sucked the pulse point of my neck to the point of pain before laving it away with long torturous strokes of his tongue. My fingers sunk into his hair, and I pulled his head back to mine. I nibbled his bottom lip with teasing bites and flicks of my tongue, pulling back every time he tried to claim my mouth and take control. I wanted him to burn like I was. I wanted him consumed with the need that seared through my veins.

We lost ourselves in each other. Each brush of his lips against mine, every owning touch of his tongue stoked the fire raging inside me to an inferno. We moved with a synchronicity of lovers who’d been together for years. The push and pull of our carnal desire rendered me incapable of thinking beyond our next touch.

My world narrowed down to him and me. Us. The air between us. Two souls trapped in mortal skin, begging to be reunited. To be freed. “How can you be so perfect?” He whispered kisses across my chest and down my stomach, leaving a blistering trail of goosebumps in his wake. He stripped me of my clothes in the most sensual of ways. Dillon’s fingers grazed my heated skin and hooked on the top of the sweats I was wearing before pulling them down my legs. An appreciative growl tore from his bruised lips when his eyes locked on my jock. “Fuck.”

“Dillon.” I begged and pleaded with my words, hands, and eyes. “Please touch me.”

His dark eyes burned with the power of a thousand suns as he kissed and nipped his way up my legs. My muscles twitched as his lips teased my skin, and my cock grew painfully hard when his hot breath ghosted over the material of my jock. “So perfect.” He ran the tip of his nose along my length, inhaling deeply. The rumbling groan that passed his lips vibrated along my shaft, making my dick twitch. His rough hands kneaded the sensitive skin at the juncture of my thighs, and he chuckled as I shivered.

“Sensitive,” I said with a stuttering breath.

Dillon’s wicked smile was like a bullet to the heart as he leaned down and captured the top of my lacy jock and suckled my leaking tip through the material. “Mmmm,” he moaned. My hands fisted the sheets on his bed. His every touch lit me on fire, and I was fast approaching the point of spontaneously combusting.

“Dillon. Please.”

“You beg so sweetly, little crow.” With a final kiss to my straining dick, he grabbed the top of my jock and peeled it down until it hugged me under my balls. “Perfection.” Adoration and wonder bled from his whispered words. “Hold your legs for me baby, while I get you ready for me.”

He pushed my legs up, hand under my knees until they touched my chest. His hot wet tongue worked its way up my dick from root to tip. I threw my head back and let out an indecent moan. My entire body vibrated as he sat back on his knees and peeled his top off. My eyes roved over every inch of skin he exposed. Thick well defined abs, a smattering of dark hair that trailed down into his pants. He flicked open the button of his pants, looked up at me through his lashes, rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, and winked.

“You’re beautiful, Dillon.”

A look of confusion flickered across his dark features as he shucked off his pants and boxers. His thick length slapped against his abs, leaving a glistening wet trail. I licked my lips, remembering the weight of his dick on my tongue and his musky taste in my mouth.

I trailed my eyes over his perfect body as the weight of his heated gaze on my most intimate part felt like a physical caress. He looked at me with fascination and a carnal hunger that made me wetter than I’d ever been. I didn’t know how I was going to take him, but for him, I’d try anything.

“You’re wrong, Jamie. You’re the beautiful one here.”

Dillon braced his arms either side of me and stole my soul when his lips locked onto mine in a searing kiss that rendered me speechless. His tongue wrapped around mine, and I was lost to the sensation of his touch, and the safety I felt as he caged me in and took control of me. When he broke the kiss, both of us were left gasping. Not giving me the chance to reboot my brain, he nipped his way down my neck, scraping his teeth over my Adam’s apple and sucking on my collarbone. Lips and teeth bit, sucked, and grazed their way down my chest and stomach.

I gasped when he wrapped his lips around the flushed crown of my cock, suckling on it and pushing me to the edge of no return before pulling off with a resounding pop. I dug my fingers into my thighs as full body shudders rolled through me in ever increasing waves.

Dillon laid down on the bed between my legs. One hand grabbed my ass cheek, opening me up to him while a finger teased across my skin from my spine, along my cleft, and circled my entrance. I rocked my hips, needing to feel him inside me. Hot breath brushed my skin as he chuckled at my eagerness.

A wanton moan tore out of me as his hot wet tongue circled my puckered hole. He started with a long tantalizing swipe over my entrance before switching it up with little flicks and drugging sucks. The orgasm that had abated roared to life. Lightning skittered over my skin, down my spine, and straight to my full aching balls, which drew up and hugged the base of my dick with a pulse of their own.

“Oh my fucking god,” I shouted when Dillon suctioned his mouth over my hole and sucked it like he would my cock. My hand slipped off my leg and wrapped around my throbbing dick. I managed two strokes before he growled. “Hands off what belongs to me. No one gets to touch my cock but me.”

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