Page 76 of The Boy I Once Loved

We make a pit-stop at his house and he raids his mum’s drinks cabinet, taking a bottle of gin and a bottle of rum, and then we head to mine. The house is in darkness as my mum’s back at work and working the night shift. We head into the kitchen and I grab glasses, cola and lemonade from the fridge, and we go up to my room. Dylan puts some music on and turns it up loud and he pours himself a large glass of rum and coke. He raises his glass “Here’s to arsehole fathers!”

I clink my glass against his, I can drink to that. My father has been painfully absent from my life for as long as I can remember. I hate seeing him in pain like this. I just want to take it away. Dylan downs his drink at record speed and refills his glass. He slides to sit on the floor, resting his back against the side of my bed.

“How dare he stand there and ask me to go for dinner. Like he didn’t break apart our family and leave us and replace us with her, that marriage-wrecking bitch.”

I finish my drink and Dylan refills it, already pouring his third. “It hurts so fucking much,” he admits, leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling.

I don’t speak, I just let him let it all out. I let him call his dad all the names he wants and vent out his anger. I stand to my feet when an upbeat song comes on the radio and I beckon him with my finger as I dance.

“Come on, Dyl. Show me those moves.”

He offers me a sad grin. “I’m not in the mood.”

I do some cheesy dancing and he fights a smile. “Get up or I’m going to keep up with the dad dancing and torture you.”

Rolling his eyes, he stumbles to his feet, and he dances towards me, waggling his brows at me. He grabs me around the waist, and he dips me, making my hair fan out beneath me before swinging me back up and twirling me around. My head spins with the effects of the alcohol and I giggle.

An hour later and many more drinks and daft dancing and it’s safe to say we are both drunk. Dylan twerks to Miley Cyrus and laughing, I stand behind him and pretend to slap his backside to the beat of the song. “Work it, baby!” I holler and Dylan twerks even harder, making me belly laugh. He stands straight and dancing backwards, he beckons me with his finger.

Shaking my head and smiling, I swing my hips and dance towards him. When I’m within reach, he reaches for me and pulls me against him and he moves his hips, his leg pressing up against my core and creating a crazy friction that has my heartbeat picking up. I gulp when I look up at him and find his eyes fixed on me with a look that I’m too scared to analyse.

“Maybe we should chill for a bit,” I suggest, but he shakes his head and continues to move his hips in a seductive sway, our bodies are flush against each other. He dips me again and I gasp when he drops his lips to my neck and rains kisses softly.

“Dyl,” I say hesitantly.

“Shush,” he says from above me. “Don’t think, just feel El.” And then his lips are on mine and all common sense goes out of the window. I kiss him back and we lose ourselves in a kiss so hot it should set the room on fire. Our tongues duel with each other as we fight to get closer. Suddenly we’re on the bed and Dylan is above me, his body flush against mine and I can feel he his rock hard against my stomach. As we kiss, his hands explore under my top until he reaches my breasts, and he squeezes one, rubbing my nipple between his fingers and making me moan. My body responds to his, aching for his touch. I’ve wanted this for so long and although we were both drunk, I can’t deny myself any longer. I don’t care if he regrets it in the morning. I need this with him. Dylan removes my top and my bra, and then he’s unzipping my jeans and tugging them down my legs. His touch sets me on fire, he kisses down my stomach as he pulls my jeans off and throws them to the floor. He kneels between my legs and looks down at me with pure hunger. Dylan hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down my legs, and suddenly I’m naked beneath him.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he drinks me in. “Better than I imagined,” he whispers, shaking his head. I don’t have the chance to analyse or process his words as he dips his head and his tongue licks between my folds, making me buck up off the bed. He places his hands on my hips and holds me in place as he devours me with his mouth. I grasp at the bedsheets, writhing beneath him as he pleasures me.

“Dyl,” I beg, pulling at his shoulders. I need more, I need him.

He lifts from between my thighs, and he moves up my body until his face is above mine. “I don’t have a johnny.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say breathlessly.

“I’m clean,” he says. “I’ve never gone bare before.”

I nod my head, giving him the go-ahead and then he's sliding inside of me, filling me up and it's everything and more than I dreamed it could be. Dylan's eyes hold mine as he settles inside me, both of us breathless and then he moves in and out of me and I roll my head back and let myself just feel this, us. His thrusts become harder and faster as we both chase what we need. Dylan's eyes never leave mine as he moves inside me. My shattered heart knows there's no coming back from this. If I wanted him before then after this, I'll thirst for him. I grasp his shoulders as I feel my orgasm coming.

“Oh god, Dyl,” I moan, my eyes rolling in my head as I’m hit with the first wave of my release. I moan loudly as I come and he smiles down at me, his eyes watching me, taking it all in. He moves faster and harder and I can see that he’s close and I wrap my legs tighter around him.

“Fuucck,” he groans as he shudders and he comes inside me. He rests his head on my neck as we both catch our breath. Silence fills the room.

Dylan lifts onto his elbows and he brushes my hair off my face before he leans down and kisses me ever softly.

“Dylan-“

He places a finger over my lips. “Don’t, not yet.” He pulls out of me and lies on his back beside me, he reaches a hand around my waist and pulls me into his side and with my heart thumping in my chest and a million emotions flitting around my brain I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes.

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