Page 18 of Falling in Love with Two

“Where exactly do you live?” I ask as we turn down a side street that leads up a winding mountain road.

“Lilly Leaf Falls,” he replies.

Oh yeah, I think he told me that earlier.

I’ve heard of it but never been there. I manage to get in enough trouble in Kensington without needing to travel to neighboring towns.

The drive seems to be taking forever, and I can feel the alcohol taking hold making my eyelids heavy.

Oh, no. This isn’t going to work. I need something that’s going to help me wake up.

Scooting closer to Dylan, I run my hand over his thigh and slowly trail upward. His brown eyes look into mine as I reach the front of his jeans. Even through the denim, I can feel his cock hardening.

Since he’s sitting directly behind the cab driver, I know that what I’m doing is shielded from view. His reactions are the only thing that could give us away now. The look he’s shooting me tells me he’s trying his damnedest not to let that happen.

Wanting to make things even more interesting, I use one hand to unbutton his pants and drag down the zipper. My fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers to grab his dick.

He stops breathing for a moment, doing his best to gather his composure.

Leaning in, he begins to whisper just loud enough for me to hear. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.” I tease with a sexy smile.

“I can’t wait to get you alone.”

You and me both, buddy.

I give his cock another firm squeeze and watch him try to remain cool.

“Just wait,” he warns.

Lord, I can only imagine what he has planned. Hopefully, he’s not a colossal disappointment. The fact that he has had a shit ton of booze and is still hard as a rock is a good sign.

The cab driver and I make eye contact in the rearview mirror, and I’m starting to think he knows what I’m up to.

Eh, I don’t really care.

Thankfully, moments later, we pull into the driveway of a cute little house. Dylan quickly zips up, pays the driver, and opens the door to help me out. I take his hand, and he holds it all the way to his front door.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I think about what’s to come. I’ve had my fair share of sex—a good number of the encounters were one night stands. I’m not new to this whole song and dance. But something about doing it with Dylan has me more excited than usual.

He unlocks the door and leads me inside. The moment the door closes behind me, his mouth is on mine. His tongue expertly dances with mine while his fingers push through my hair.

Without me even noticing, he backs me up against the door, never pulling his lips away. The way he kisses is a mix of frenzied passion and perfect control. He’s driving me insane and is completely aware of that fact.

He barely stops kissing me long enough to pull my tank top over my head. Once it’s off, his hands waste no time in unhooking my bra and pulling it from my body.

My boobs aren’t anything out of this world. They’re a solid B cup on a good day. But they’re still tits, and I haven’t had any complaints. The way Dylan starts teasing my nipples tells me he doesn’t care either. I moan into him as my pussy drenches my panties.

As if he’s able to read my mind, he undoes my jeans and pulls them down enough to slip his hand underneath my panties. Ten minutes ago, I was doing this to him, and now, the roles are reversed.

His finger slides between my lips and lightly rubs against my clit. My hips buck, overwhelmed by the contact and yearning for more all at the same time.

“Shit, Leah, you’re already so fucking wet.”

When he pushes a finger inside, all I can give in response is a loud moan.

He teases me a moment more before pulling out his hand. He moves his fingers toward his mouth to taste me. Before he has the chance, I grab him, stilling his digits. I move forward and lick the two that were just touching me. Dylan’s eyes stay glued to me the entire time.

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