Page 54 of The Boy I Once Loved

Chapter Ten

I wake the next morning and find myself unable to move. Dylan is snuggled up around me. He is spooning me from behind with one hand wrapped around my waist. He has his other hand tucked under my top and on my right boob. There is also a very hard dick prodding into my back. I lie, eyes open, trying to keep my breathing steady. He breathes steadily against my ear and I close my eyes and take in the feeling of him everywhere his skin touches mine. I want him so badly. I want to turn in his arms, kiss him and tell him I want him. That I need him so badly it hurts to breathe.

“Hmm, Ella,” he moans.

I stay stock still. Is he awake or dreaming?

“Don’t stop baby,” he grinds his hips into my back.

Holy fuck! He continues to grind into me. “So good,” he murmurs.

Okay, I need to wake him up somehow because I can’t let this torture continue any longer. So, I pinch his arm hard and then quickly shut my eyes and lie still.

“Fuck! Great Dylan, molest her while she’s asleep,” he mutters to himself as he moves his hand slowly off my boob. “El,” he says my name softly, trying to wake me. “Ella.”

I move slightly and stretch a little, which only serves to press my back more against his dick.

“Hey El, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” He says with a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, excellent advice.”

He groans from behind me. “I feel like death.”

I laugh as he loosens his hold on me, and I turn to face him. "Morning Captain, big-bollocks."

Even when he is majorly hungover and should look grim, he still dazzles me with his looks. He grins lazily at me. "Morning." He reaches over and brushes my hair off my face. "How bad was I?"

I giggle and bite my lip. “Bad. You were very insistent on telling me about your big bollocks and dick.”

“Well, there’s no secret there.” He chuckles and winks at me.

I pinch his nose. "Then you fell asleep on top of me in the car."

He chews on his lip. “Pretty bad then?”

"Yep, and Connor being the good friend he is, he videoed you."

Dylan groans and he nuzzles his head into my shoulder, closing his eyes. “Can we stay in your bed all day?”

“Nice idea, but it’s Monday morning and we have to be at college in like an hour and twenty minutes.”

“Fuck. It’s Monday?”

“Yep, all day.”

Dylan eventually gets out of my bed and he trudges home to shower and throw a change of clothes on. He’s back a bit later in Connor’s car to pick me up. I laugh as I climb in the back and Dylan is sitting in the front with his shades on.

“Someone is suffering,” Connor grins. He looks over at Dylan. “You sure you don’t want to jump in the back and nuzzle into Ella’s tits?”

Dylan shakes his head grinning, and he flips him the bird before he turns in his seat so he can see me. “Yeah, I’m sorry about the boob thing and for falling asleep on top of you, and for groping you in your sleep.”

I can’t help but laugh again. “You’re always groping me in your sleep.”

Connor winks at Dylan. “I wonder what that could signify?”

"You shut up and drive," he tells him firmly, but with a half-smile.

We arrive at school and after Aria teases Dylan about last night, she proceeds to talk with excitement about our camping trip this weekend, which has me groaning out loud. Why did I agree to that bet with her?

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