Chapter Thirty-Four
Taylor
Since I wasn’t grounded anymore, I told my mother that I was staying at Helena’s house. My girl was covering for me. I had no intention of being at her house, but she was a good friend.
No, I was heading to Dylan’s house. He was working, but I knew when he’d be home. I also knew where his spare key was. I had a surprise for my man.
Me.
The place smelled, but I’d probably get used to it. He was a guy and notoriously they weren’t as clean was women. At least, from my experience. Dylan’s room had always been messier than mine, but the trailer was not messy.
It just smelled of gasoline. Guess he couldn’t help that unless he undressed outside.
I knew which room was his bed and he’d made it that morning. I undressed and slid into the sheets. They smelled of Dylan and I was already turned on when he came in. He flicked on the light.
“Hi,” I said, trying to act like I surprised my lover all the time.
He put a hand on his chest. “Taylor, you scared me.”
“That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.”
He laughed. He stood there in his boxers and a t-shirt. If it was up to me, he wouldn’t be wearing them. But I suddenly felt shy. This didn’t seem as cool as it had in my head.
“Hi,” he said finally.
“Come on in. The covers are warm.”
“I need to shower first, Taylor. I smell like a gas station.”
“I’ll wait. I have all night.”
His eyebrows shot up. “All night?”
“My parents think that I’m at Helena’s,” I said.
He nodded and strode to the bathroom. The water turned on then he was back a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist. Just when I thought he couldn’t look any sexier, he did.
He dropped the towel, then slid under the covers. His hair was damp and messy. I didn’t care. I wanted to be with Dylan again.
“You sure?” he said.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure,” I said.
He kissed me and my body was already on fire or him. When he stopped, he lifted up the covers to look at me. His smile said it all, which sent a thrill through me.
He nibbled at my neck as I ran my hands down his back. Then he took one of my breasts in his mouth. My fingers were jammed into his hair, my body writhing as he kissed down my stomach.
Where was he going? “Dylan?”
“Trust me.”
He ended up between my thighs.
“Spread your legs a little more.”
I did as he asked, not sure what was happening, but going with it. I did trust Dylan. He wouldn’t hurt me. He licked me down there. My butt would have come off the bed from the sensation, but his hands were holding me down.
Then another lick. His tongue flicked at me, and I didn’t know what to do with the sensations. I felt as if I were about to explode. A tension tightened in my gut. This was a far more intense feeling than when I took care of my own needs.
“God, Dylan.”
I could feel the vibrations of it up my body when he chuckled. His whiskers scraped my thighs, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. None of it was bad. I was happy there were no houses close because this wasn’t going to happen quietly.
I moaned as his tongue danced across my center. My back arched. I fisted the sheets in my hands. And then it let loose – my orgasm and a high keening noise. I don’t know how long it lasted, but when it stopped, I wanted to cry. I’d never felt so relieved in my life.
Dylan wiped his face on the sheet and slid back up my body, a grin on his face. “I love doing that.”
“You like it?”
“I could spend the day down there if there was a fridge.”
I laughed. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was.”
I took his penis in my hand. He was hard and long, and I knew where I wanted him. But it was my turn.
“Roll over.”
He shifted onto his back. I saw a condom on his nightstand and snagged it. I opened it with my teeth while I sat on his thighs. I was still weak from my climax, but I was going to do this. I wanted to be on top. I wanted to be in control.
I rolled the condom onto him, then poised my body above his erection. “Ready?”
“Holy shit, Taylor. Yes.”
I laughed then slid myself onto him. Slowly. It was torture as I wanted to take him whole. He gritted his teeth, then grabbed my hips to push me on further. I laughed. He’d lost control.
I slid up and down his length, my body igniting again. All of a sudden, I was racing to the finish line. I knew the orgasm was close. He arched his body into mine. We met at every thrust until I was falling over the edge. Dylan thrust a few more times as my body had stopped being mine.
He let out a low growl as I slumped onto him. He rubbed my back, which was the only part of me that wasn’t numb. Our chests heaved.
He eventually nudged me. “I have to get the condom off before it leaks.”
I slid off of him. He went to the bathroom, then returned to snuggle up next to me.
“We really have all night?”
“All night, Dylan.”
“Damn. Glad I don’t work until later tomorrow. I’m going to need some sleep after this.”
“Right now?”
“No, not right now, but before I go to work. Right now, I only need a few minutes before we do it again.”
My body tingled with the thought.