Page 18 of Dark Knight

As he spoke, he moved around the couch and got closer to me. "He must like something about you. I can't say I don't understand. I mean, after all, I don't usually rescue women from situations like that. It sets a bad precedent. Makes me many enemies. But seeing you there, a damsel in distress with tears running down your cheeks? I couldn't turn you away. Then when I kissed you...Well, it became obvious to me that I couldn't let anybody else have you."

"Does that include Hudson?" I asked, my voice sounding breathier than I expected. His words were turning me on. I couldn't deny that. After all, Dylan was powerful and handsome, saying that he wanted me and wanted nobody else to have me was almost intoxicating.

"Don't move." Dylan dropped to his knees in front of the couch. Before placing a hand on each of my thighs, pushing my legs even further apart until the skirt of the dress was no longer really a skirt. It was just a piece of material around my waist. "How wet did you get for Hudson?" Dylan's voice dropped to a low, husky growl.

I frowned, how was I supposed to answer that? It wasn't like I could quantify it. "I don't know. Pretty wet, I guess."

"Wetter than you got from me in the car?" His dark eyes flashed, but I couldn't tell what emotion I was seeing there.

"I was a little too distracted both times to pay attention."

"And if I ask to touch you right now?" He was leaning forward, as though he was being drawn to me against his will.

"I would agree."

"Pull those panties to the side for me."

I slipped my fingers around the dark purple, lacy material and pulled it to the side, exposing my core to him. His hands slipped from the tops of my thighs to behind them, using my legs as an anchor as he pulled me forward. I slid down the couch as he tilted me, completely exposing my pussy to him.

"You're still wet? Or are you wet again? Do you like being told what to do? Does it excite you?"

My breath was coming faster with each word he spoke. "Sometimes." It seemed like the safest answer.

I knew what he was asking, but I didn't know how to answer it for sure. It wasn't like I’d had a plethora of sexual partners who gave a shit about me and what I found pleasure in. Most of the sexual partners I'd had were abusers, or as it turned out to be in my recent ex's case, a rapist.

I pushed thoughts of my ex from my mind as Dylan slid his hands up my thighs, making my entire body tingle with anticipation. He swiped a finger through my wetness before pushing it inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

"Did your pussy throb around his fingers? Did it milk his fingers the way it milked mine in the car?" His words were unexpected, making me uncomfortable but excited at the same time. I wasn’t great at dirty talk and I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to answer seriously or not. He moved his finger in and out of me with a slow, torturous rhythm before adding a second and continuing on. My breath was turning into short little pants as his thumb caressed my most pleasurable spot.

The idea of another orgasm was both appealing and terrifying. I wasn't sure I could handle it so soon after the one Hud gave me earlier. From the way Dylan was acting, though, I wouldn’t have a choice. Though, this was one choice I was happy to give him control over.

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Dylan

I slipped my fingers in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her wet pussy twitching around me. Some of her slickness was probably left over from Hud's earlier ministrations, but I didn't care. Something about Evie was dangerous for me. I was willing to put aside all of my rules and change everything just so I could be around her, and I barely even knew her.

A noise drew my attention, and I saw Hudson standing in the doorway, hunger written as plain as day on his face. As I'd said to Evie before, it was unusual for Hud to want to touch a woman, or really anyone for that matter. So whatever I was drawn to about Evie, I was willing to bet it was the same for him.

There was a gentleness about Evie that called to both of us, but there was also strength. She'd been through hell, had kept going, and was even able to find pleasure afterward, which brought my attention back to her writhing form. If Hud wanted to watch, I wasn't going to stop him. And if he wanted to fuck her, I'd suck up my jealousy and let him. The man deserved something normal and kind in his life.

Evie's hips were grinding against my hand as I pushed her closer and closer toward her orgasm. Each shiver, each tense and release of her muscles, each moan, whimper, and gasp…They all told me how close she was. It was fascinating to watch her, and I couldn't drag my gaze away. If I was being honest, I wanted to watch her come over and over again until I learned what every one of her small sighs meant. I wanted to make her crave me and the pleasure I could give her the way I craved her, and she hadn't even touched my cock yet.

It throbbed painfully in my pants as I thought about burying it inside her. Now wasn't the time, though. She needed a release from all the teasing I'd been doing, and then we needed to go to the club. Otherwise, I'd have her up in my room and pinned to the bed faster than a bolt of lightning.

"Please, Dylan, I need—" she gasped as I pushed her ever closer to her orgasm.

I may as well have been a wild animal for the sound of the growl of anticipation that came from me. "I know what you need, sunshine. I'll give it to you." I leaned forward and sucked her clit between my lips, making her cry out. It was the sweetest sound, to go along with the most delicious pussy I'd ever tasted.

Even as her hips rocked, I kept up licking and sucking until I felt her whole body tense. Her cry of pleasure almost undid me right then and there. I would have come in my pants like a teenager if she so much as looked at my cock. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, throbbing and seeming as though it wanted to suck them even deeper into her core. It was a sensation I adored, and I wanted to feel it around my cock more than I wanted my next meal.

Still, we had other business to attend to first, so I withdrew my fingers, which earned me a whimper of disappointment. I popped them in my mouth, tasting her pleasure for myself. It was almost impossible to describe, but there was a sweetness and a smokiness to her that I'd never tasted before.

"Take care of her while I wash up," I said to Hud, who wasn't even trying to disguise the bulge in his pants.

He gave me a nod, and I ducked into the bathroom that Evie had changed in. None of the bags were there–Alice had evidently come and picked them up–but the scent of her lingered, or maybe that was just what was on my hand. I couldn't go out this pent up, though, so I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock free. I stroked it a few times, knowing it wouldn't take much to push me over the edge.

My thoughts danced with visions of Evie and how I'd take all of those different dresses off her body. If I had my way, she'd wander around the house naked or in panties and a t-shirt max. I imagined her bending over the couch to get something and I'd come up behind her, slap her ass, and get her nice and turned on before I ripped her panties away and fucked the daylights out of her. I could practically hear the slap-slap-slap of skin on skin from our union.

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