Chapter 35

 

April looked out of the window and saw the beautiful black Bentley below and waved, making sure Dylan saw her. She needed to get downstairs so that he wouldn’t come up for her. Tonight was about seduction and the last thing she needed was for him to see how she lived. He would have an idea, of course, cleaners didn’t live in salubrious surroundings, but she wanted to be desirable to him tonight, and a shitty shoebox of an apartment didn’t quite cut it.

She moistened a thread of black cotton and placed it in a straight line at the door as she let herself out and headed down the stairs.

“Hi,” she smiled as Dylan held the car door open for her.

“Hi to you too,” he smiled appreciatively. “You look beautiful.”

She might be dressed in chain-store clothes, but she’d worked really hard to look good in her wrap around blue dress and trendy jacket.

“Thank you.” She got into the passenger seat making sure she showed plenty of her toned legs.

He got in beside her.

“Where are we going?” she asked as she put her seat belt on.

“I thought we’d go to the theatre and then eat afterwards, if that’s okay with you?”

“Lovely. What are we going to see?”

“The Mousetrap,” he said. “Unless you’ve seen it before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Me neither. I’ve always been promising myself I’ll go, and tonight’s finally the night. I thought we could get some supper afterwards.”

“Sounds good to me.”

He gave her a sexy grin as he started the engine. “I’ve been fancying one of those delicious desserts we had the other night. It’s been on my mind all day.”

The sharpness of his jaw and the tiny creases at the corner of his eyes when he smiled caused an unexpected shiver to run through her body. She smirked, “Yes, I must admit, it was rather nice. Have you got anywhere in mind?”

“I can easily sort somewhere. I wanted to see how hungry you were first of all.”

“I missed lunch,” she widened her eyes, “so I’m starving.”

“Well, we can’t have you starving. Are you okay with the hotel we went to the other night?” He lifted an eyebrow cheekily, “I could phone them from the theatre and book us a      . . .”  he paused, “table?”

“That would be sensible. Saves time as I bet it’s busy on a Saturday night.”

“Absolutely.”

The car started to move. Her eyes were drawn to the fine dark hairs on the back of his hand disappearing underneath his shirt cuffs as he clutched the steering wheel. In a couple of hours, those hands and fingers as well as his incredible mouth, would be delivering so much.

Her pussy tingled nicely.

She was well ready for him.

 

He delved into her mouth like a man possessed, his tongue sliding rhythmically with hers. He certainly knew how to kiss. His sensuous lips glided along the nape of her neck before moving on to her ear, sending tickles of pleasure down her spine. She moaned for him as he took the lobe into his mouth, biting down gently with a teasing pull while his dextrous fingers worked their magic caressing her receptive skin.

He cupped her breast with one of his hands as his warm tongue trailed across her skin and circled each nipple; his hot, greedy mouth beyond amazing as it sucked hard.

She whimpered as he continued the pleasurable torture of his lips gliding across her navel, causing her entire body to shudder with need. She groaned as his head curled round the inside of her thighs and his warm breath continued to caress her skin, moving slowly until he reached where she wanted him to be. His tongue lapped her wet pussy, and she gasped as he concentrated on her swollen clit.

He was deliberately slow. It felt incredible. He added a finger, heightening the pleasure.

“Dylan!” she cried fisting his hair, “Oh, god!”

She clung onto the bed sheets, clamping her thighs around his head and squealed as he kept licking and sucking, circling her entrance until her body could stand no more. She bucked and her hips jerked as her orgasm rippled through her. It felt like she was shattering in to a million pieces.

Still drowsy with contentment, she watched him apply a condom over the tip of his already coated dick. The size of him erect, made her eager for more.

He kissed her on the mouth, and she tasted herself on him. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed in between kisses, “so beautiful.”

She took the length of him in her hand, working him. Her legs opened naturally to give him access. Even though she’d come, her throbbing clit still wanted to feel the length of him deep inside her. Her tummy did summersaults as he gently grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over.

He massaged her shoulders and ran his delicious tongue up and down her spine. She moaned when he kissed and bit her ass. Moaned as his fingers stroked through the crease and made its way towards her pussy, and she moaned again when he pushed three fingers into her, stretching her.

“God, Gemma, you’re so fucking hot.”

He sucked and nipped at her neck, and gently pulled her onto all fours. And then she felt him, his hardness touching against her aching pussy. “God Dylan, just fuck me,” she said.

“My pleasure.” He took hold of her hips and she cried out as he slammed his dick into her soaking wet pussy. Her internal muscles stretched as he filled her and began to move.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed down on her lower tummy, his fingers reaching for her erect nub. He rode her harder and harder, strumming her clit, and the pleasure increased with every unforgiving stroke.

She tightened her inner self around him as her orgasm was building, her breath catching as he dove into her again and again; each powerful thrust harder than the last.

The sensation and an awareness of his potent strength had her excitement mounting to fever pitch. She cried out with the pleasure of him filling her to the hilt and his balls slapping her with each thrust.

“Dylan!” she screamed as her muscles contracted around him.

“Fuck!” he yelled out, his hands gripping her backside as he jolted and his cock spasmed deep within her.

 

They lay together. It felt nice. They weren’t a loved-up couple, but it felt right cuddled up beside him with her head resting on his shoulder.

Her only disappointment was, he hadn’t put his phone on the bedside table. In the rush to get their clothes off and have sex, he must have left it in his jacket pocket.

Would she have time to go get it while he used the bathroom?

Yes, maybe if he had a quick shower.

“I guess we’d better be making a move,” she stretched out, “these hotel rooms are too expensive for this sort of thing really.”

“Believe you me, they are worth every penny,” he kissed her forehead.

“You know what I mean,” she playfully slapped him, “we’ve moved on now, so you don’t need to keep doing this.”

“I know. I didn’t want it to be awkward for you at the house with a sullen seventeen-year-old prowling around the place.”

“Well, I reckon at seventeen he should know the score. Father or no father, he’s not a child.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable in any way.”

“And I do appreciate that,” she kissed his cheek, “it’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Thoughtfulness never entered into it, I can assure you,” he grinned, “but you’re right, there’s no reason why we can’t be together at the house. If you don’t want this to stop, that is?”

“I’m not sure I could stop it, to be honest.”

He liked that, she could tell.

Typical bloke.

Stroke their ego and they’re like putty in your hands.

“Good, ’cause I don’t want to either.”

He sat up and swung himself over the edge of the bed.

“Are you having a shower?” she asked.

He shook his head, “I wasn’t going to. I’ll get one at home before I crash.”

Shit.

“You have one though,” he encouraged, “there’s no rush.”

“Okay, I will do, after you’ve used the bathroom.”

He stood up and reached for his boxers.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you in a relationship with Ingrid?”

“No,” he dismissed far too quickly. “What makes you think that?”

“She seems to like you, that’s all.”

His expression was puzzled, intentionally for her benefit as far as she could see.

“Has she said something?” he frowned.

“God, no, she doesn’t have conversations with me. Joey and Rachel seem to think she likes you, and I have seen her watching you sometimes as you leave the gallery.”

“She’s married,” he said as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“Yeah, but when has that ever stopped anyone?”

He paused at the door. “Well if she is screwing outside her marriage, it isn’t with me. So you’ve nothing to worry about.”

He closed the door behind him.

You’re a liar.

And I’m not one bit worried.

So why was her tummy all knotted up?