CHAPTER 19
Zoe
I’d said the magic words. Dylan crushed his lips to mine.
I wasn’t so far gone that I didn’t have the presence of mind to consider details. “What about the bartender?” I asked.
Dylan laughed. “I think he’s actually in the back sleeping off a bad hangover. I said I’d take care of any customers for him and while I was behind the bar getting your drink, I turned off the sign. People will think the place is closed. I think you might have been too focused on my ass to notice me flicking the switch.”
My mouth gaped open. “So, you knew we were going to—”
“No,” he replied, in a husky tone. “But I had reason to hope.”
The emotion was palpable, and I had heard enough. He moved around the other side of the pool table and placed his hands on my hips. I shuffled back, still on all fours, until my ass was once again flush with his hard cock.
“No more talking,” Dylan instructed. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
Everything happened quickly. Both our shirts came off, I spun around and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off enough to reveal my thong, he unbuttoned his jeans to reveal tight boxers that bulged at the center.
He leaned forward and licked my erect nipples. I sighed and arched my back. With every ounce of resolve, I pulled away and returned to my hands and knees.
He yanked my underwear down until it pooled around my knees, and without hesitation, stuck two of his large, strong fingers into my pussy.
“Jesus,” he said lowly. “You’re soaked.”
Like a cat in heat, I bucked down on his fingers, urging them further and further within me. He began to curl and pulsate inside me, moving in circles and moving in and out with an increasing rhythm. He found my g-spot through the fleshy wall and began to stroke it until I panted and heaved with exertion. My arms buckled and I lay my forehead on the pool table’s felt. I could faintly smell the cue chalk and for some reason it turned me on even more.
“Harder,” I managed to say. “Go harder.”
“Oh, happily.”
He immediately began to press and pluck with a strength I’d never felt, expertly maneuvering within me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
With a flexibility I didn’t even know I possessed, I arched my back and reached behind me to put one hand on his hips and pull them closer. Dylan understood my intention.
“You want my cock, Zoe?” he questioned smugly, knowing full well that that was exactly what I wanted. His fingers remained in their position, coaxing me further into the depths of pleasure.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I do, I do.”
“Okay then.”
His fingers immediately left me and I felt a conscious ache at their absence. But no sooner could I feel their loss then Dylan had reached around my waist, down my stomach and down my happy trail to reposition his fingers above my clit.
“Oh, God,” I shrieked as he started to ferociously work at my clit. “Oh my God.”
At last, he left off my pussy, and I heard the sound of a condom unwrapping. Somehow, I grew even wetter with anticipation.
The tip of his condom-clad cock brushed over my ass cheeks. I squirmed, trying to blindly maneuver it inside me. He chuckled at my eagerness, and I suppose decided to free me from my agony.
Because, after what felt like eons of anticipation, Dylan slipped his cock inside me. I was not expecting the girth and I caught my breath trying to adjust to the size. Dylan began to thrust back and forth, stretching me. I groaned as he went deeper and deeper.
“Fuck!” I shouted, my knees scraping roughly against the pool table felt.
He hunched low over me, and his fingers returned to my clit. My mind was blank of all worldly concerns, this was just about me, Dylan and finding the ultimate pleasure. We were fucking like wild beasts, as though we’d lost all evolutionary instinct save to screw and get screwed.
Desperate, I bucked back into him, bringing our bodies even closer, and clenched my pussy around his dick. I had the satisfaction of hearing him groan.
“If you do that,” he said between pants, “I’m gonna come first. And ladies should always come first.”
“I don’t care.” Ragged breath. “I’d like you to come.”
“But I care,” he returned. Not idling around to hear any more arguments, he left off his thrusting and focused on my clit. I didn’t have the strength to debate with him. I knew all of a sudden that I was about to orgasm.
With a few more final, powerful flicks of his fingers, I came and came hard. I was awash in ecstasy, I’d never felt anything like it before, and I was almost immediately concerned that I’d never feel anything like it again.
But we weren’t done.
“You have to finish,” I was able to get out.
“Very well.”
Picking my ass back up from its relaxed, sagging position, he realigned it with his cock, entered me, and immediately began stroking, in and out, in and out. I could feel, even though the rubber, the veins in his cock pulsating.
He grabbed my hips, squeezing my love handles as if holding on for dear life.
“Okay,” he gasped. “Okay, I’m coming.”
No sooner had he said it, then his cock gave one final thrust and I heard him holler. His body spasmed over mine, shaking me with its force. Dylan fully collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the table with the brunt of his weight, his still quivering muscles sending out vibrations. Moments passed in silence as we both recovered from the exertion.
At last, Dylan said, “I guess I’d better see if Charlie’s done napping.”