Page 90 of Revolve
I slap a hand over my mouth, only removing it when Dylan gives me a look. “Your friends are going to hear us,” I say.
“As long as they can’t see you, I don’t give a fuck what they hear,” he says. “And you’re not holding back on me. I’m gonna make you scream, baby.”
Dylan slides my panties to the side and presses his thumb right over my swollen clit. “Fucking soaked,” he murmurs before pulling away and slipping the finger right in his mouth.
My head falls softly against the door. “Do that again.”
But instead, he slips his finger intomymouth. I slide my tongue over his thick finger. He lifts me higher with just one hand under my ass. Then, in one fluid motion, he pushes two fingers inside me. He kisses me slowly, as if he’s not moving fast between my legs, so deep his knuckles press against me. I come so hard, I scream loud enough for the entire block to hear.
“Sorry,” I blurt on instinct.
He smacks me between the legs, and I yelp. I try to glare, but it doesn’t hold up, because my eyes still droop from the orgasm.
“Fine. I’m not sorry.”
“Yeah? Then get on your knees and show me how not sorry you are. Or when I finally fill up your pussy, I won’t let you come untilI’msatisfied.”
I roll my eyes. “Wanna bet?”
“Roll your eyes again, Sierra, but this time with my cock in your mouth.”
I sink to my knees, staring up at him innocently before tugging his shorts down. He’s thick, long, and curved. One teasing flick of my tongue, and Dylan knots my hair, tilting my head back with a low curse. “Open wide,” he whispers, and when I do, he spits in my mouth. I slide my tongue up his shaft to where precome beads at the tip. But instead of using my mouth, I push him back so he’s sitting on the bed. I press my tits together and slide him right between them. Dylan chokes, or groans, I’m not sure which, but the look on his face brings a mischievous smile to my own. But before I can fully enjoy it, he stands and taps the head of his cock against my tongue before easing between my lips. I swirl my tongue over the tip, then all the way down to lick the underside of his shaft, making him groan my name.
“When I come, it’s going to be inside you while you’re looking in my eyes. No sooner.”
Heat coils in my stomach when he pulls me to stand and backs me toward his bed. When Dylan slides my panties down, his gaze catches on my anklet. We both still. Maybe it’s the lust or the clarity, but I say, “Take it off.”
Dylan hesitates. But the anklet doesn’t belong to me. The only luck I need is my talent, and my partner. I nudge his chest with my ankle. He unclasps it and tosses it carelessly onto his bedside table. Like he’s been waiting to do that.
He gives no warning before burying his face between my legs. He devours me like it’s my reward. My legs shake so uncontrollably, he grips them to keep them from closing. I come so hard I see stars.
Then the drawer opening, the crinkling of a foil wrapper, and Dylan slipping on the condom happens so fast, I stiffen. It’s been so long, I don’t know how my body will react.
My first time was weird, a little awkward, and … a relief when it was over. With Justin, it was mechanical. No touching or teasing, just simple and devoid of pleasure. I thought that’s how it was supposed to be, or I just sucked at it. Which is a possibility, since I’veonly had sex with two people. Dylan is so experienced, and I’ve felt more from his one kiss than I ever have during sex with anyone else. I’m terrified that I won’t be nearly as good as what he’s already had. And I need to be good enough for him.
“You okay?” Dylan asks, studying me carefully.
“I haven’t done this with lights on before.” It’s the only thing I can think to say, and it’s the truth. No one has ever seen me so completelybare.
“Never?”
“Didn’t think there was anything worth looking at.”
Dylan smiles. “You’re worth framing, baby.”
I flush, and I’m sure he sees the red splotches on my body. “It’s just—go slow, okay?” I feel like a prude, but he nods sweetly.
“You call the shots.”
“Don’t I already do that?” I tease.
“This fucking mouth.” He kisses me hard and pulls back to press the tip of his cock right against my slick core. Then slowly, slower than I’m sure he would have gone otherwise, Dylan slides into me. With his hands on my hips, he eases into each thrust, and the sting simmers to a needy heat. I meet his thrusts, clutching his comforter and tightening my legs around him.
“Good?” he asks in a voice that makes my brain short-circuit.
My body begs for him. “Faster.”
He hesitates until I ask again. Then he drops his face to my neck and fucks me so hard, I can’t catch my breath.
