Dylan (21 page)

Something in my chest starts to loosen, and
it wraps itself around my throat until I feel like I can’t breathe
without him. “Make me forget.” The firmness in my decision is clear
in my voice, and Dylan instantly places his lips to mine.

This is the kiss I remember—a slow tangle of
mouths. He nips softly on my bottom lip, and his hands start a
smooth caress along my skin. “I’ll always be yours. Keep your eyes
open and on me,” Dylan whispers the words softly over my lips
before deepening the kiss. My heart soars, as I do exactly as he
says.

Dylan’s rough palms run over my back, and
then lower to caress my bottom gently. As he squeezes, a low groan
rumbles through his chest. “Fucking perfect.”

I nod against his lips, but I can’t speak.
The water from the shower lets his hands skate easily over my body.
He lifts his head, breaking our kiss. He stares at me as he dips
his fingers through my folds to rub against the sensitive nub
there. My eyes close in pleasure, and I tilt my head back in
pleasure.

“Look at me, Raven.” His voice is deeper as
it rumbles over my skin like a second caress.

I lift my head and my heavy lidded eyes land
on the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.

“That’s it, Angel. Keep those gorgeous eyes
on me.” Dylan steps closer as he shifts his finger back to circle
around my entrance.

I stiffen slightly, only knowing pain from
this, but I hate myself for it. Dylan isn’t going to hurt me. I
swallow past the lump in my throat. “Do it.” I beg, and instantly
feel the tip of his finger slide in.

“I can’t wait to claim this beautiful pussy.
This is mine, Raven.” I cry out in pleasure as Dylan pulls out the
tip of his finger only to slide two inside of me.

It doesn’t hurt like I was expecting it to,
and I actually find myself shifting my hips to seek more of his
touch. Dylan slowly slides his fingers out to coat my clit in my
wetness before sliding them back inside of me. My whole body feels
heavy, but I keep my eyes locked to his face while he pleasures me.
I can see the pulse thumping in his neck, and I lean in to run my
tongue against it.

“Oh, fuck, Angel. Keep your mouth on me, and
keep your eyes open.”

I do. I lick, suck, and nibble at his neck
until I feel a something building inside of me. My body quivers as
a feeling I can’t describe washes over me. I cry out, moaning his
name into the air around us.

“That’s it, Angel, give it to me. Fuck,
you’re perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect. Damn.”

I moan in protest as Dylan slips his fingers
from me, staring down at me. “Fuck, that satisfied look on your
face is the biggest fucking turn on next to knowing you just came
all over my hand.”

Before I can respond. Dylan drops to his
knees, grips my hips, and tugs me forward. He lifts one leg to rest
over his shoulder, opening me up to him, and then his mouth is on
me. His warm tongue circles over my sensitive flesh. I grip his
shoulders under my palms to hold myself up.

“Fuck, Angel. So fucking sweet.”

Dylan’s words whisper against me in a way
that intensifies the pleasure that’s beginning to build again, and
when I feel his other hand slide over my hip and down to where I am
completely exposed to him, I arch into his touch. I want to feel
him. I want him to consume me completely.

Suddenly, Dylan grabs my hand, tugs me to
the side of the walk-in shower away from the spray of water, and to
the built-in bench. He sits down gently, pulling me on top of him
so I’m straddling his lap. I expected the feel of him against my
stomach to bother me, but in this position, with him under me, it
almost feels empowering.

Dylan’s hands grip my hips and lift me up
slightly so he can grip his rigid length. “We are going to go slow,
Raven, and you are going to keep your eyes on me.”

I nod, because words are still eluding me. I
stay silent as Dylan positions his tip against my wet entrance.

“Fuck, Angel.” Dylan slides his length back
and forth, spreading my wetness around, before slowly lowering me
the tiniest bit. The head of his dick slips into me, stretching me,
and I cry out in ecstasy.

“You’re fucking perfect, Angel. So wet, hot,
and tight. I’m the luckiest mother fucker on this planet.” He
exhales slowly, and then releases my hips to roll his finger over
my pebbled nipple. “Take control, Raven. Slide that sweet pussy
down my cock.”

Heat scorches my skin at his words, and I
decide I like Dylan’s dirty talk. No. I love it. It makes me hot
and dizzy. I shift slowly, and we both suck in a deep breath. I
keep my eyes on his as I slowly lower myself onto him until I’m
fully seated over his pulsing cock. I feel full, and stretched, and
I don’t even try to hide the moan that escapes me.

“Fuck, Angel. You gotta move.” Dylan splays
a hand against my back as he pulls me forward to suck my nipple
into his mouth.

The feel of his hot, wet tongue is almost
too much. I slowly lift, shift slightly, and lower myself
again.

“Agh! Fuck. Just like that. So fuckin
perfect. You’re mine, Raven. All fucking mine.” Dylan presses one
last kiss to my nipple before shifting back to lock eyes with
me.

I repeat the move, watching his face morph
into a pleasured torture. I rock against him, feeling the thick
column of his dick move in and out of me. All the while our eyes
stay locked. When I start to move faster, Dylan grips my hips and
presses up as I fall down, sending a sharp bite of pleasure through
me. He groans, and I watch as his tongue licks over his lips.

“I’m going to taste this sweetness again,
Raven. I want to taste you all over, and I want to plunge my tongue
into this tight little pussy.”

Dylan’s words are my undoing, and they send
me spiraling once again into the haze of pleasure I’ve only found
with him. He groans, murmurs my name, and spills his cum inside of
me. The heat fills me, and coats my folds. My heart stills.

“Um, Dylan. You didn’t use a condom.”

His whole body goes stiff at my words, and
his eyes, which were closed in pleasure, snap open. “Mother fucker!
God, Angel. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Dylan lifts me up, and the emptiness that
settles when he is no longer inside of me makes me want to cry out
in protest.

“I swear, Raven. I’ve always used a condom.
I just—” Dylan stops talking as his eyes focus on the juncture of
my thighs.

He steps over to where he sat me down on the
bench, and squats between my thighs. Two fingers come up to circle
around my entrance again.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Angel. My cum spilling
from this perfect little cunt is the hottest thing I’ve ever
seen.”

I shift under his touch, and a moan slips
from my lips.

“I think you like my dirty talk, Angel.”
Dylan pushes two fingers into me, and I arch into his touch. “Tell
me you like it.”

“I love it.” I do. There’s no point in
trying to deny it.

I whimper as Dylan pulls away from me.
“Stand up.”

I do, allowing him to pull me back under the
shower spray. He lathers up my pink loofa with my cherry blossom
body wash, and begins small circular motions over my skin. He
washes between my thighs, and the sensitive tissue has me gripping
his shoulders. He’s hard again, but he doesn’t try to touch me. He
cleans me, and then he shuts off the water, pulls me out, and wraps
a towel around me.

Dylan pulls me back into the bedroom, and
still naked himself, he releases me so that he can lay back on my
bed. “I want you to drop your towel, and then I want you to
straddle my face.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Dylan

All I can
think about is tasting her again. After the last four hours, that’s
all I want to think about. By the time I had gotten to the
warehouse, they had already moved Sean to an extra room in Ronan’s
house. His wife had been pissed, but Ronan ignored her. Seeing Sean
lying in a bed, not moving, and barely breathing reminded me too
much of Troy in that same position nine months ago.

How many of us would be there, or worse, by
the time this is over? The private doctor Ronan hired said that
Sean suffered extensive head trauma. They had to drill a hole in
his skull to relieve some of the pressure. He also dropped the bomb
the Sean could be out for weeks—if he wakes up at all. All of
Sean’s other injuries seem inconsequential compared to a hole in
his skull.

I shake the memory from my head. I focus my
attention back on Raven. “Come here, Angel.” I can see the
uncertainty in her eyes, in the set of her shoulders, but she
slowly moves to do as I’ve asked.

As soon as she’s hovering over me her scent
assaults me, and I have to physically stop myself from taking
control. I hate the fact that she saw him when I was pressed
against her earlier. I don’t want her to ever see him again when
she thinks of sex. I want her to see me.

“Just like in the shower, Angel. You’re in
charge.” I grip her hips, and slowly glide my tongue around her
cunt.

She moans. I can tell she has thrown her
head back. Her long hair is brushing over my thighs. She tastes so
fucking good. Like cherries, and something dark and rich. I feel
her hips move under my palms as she slowly, hesitantly, grinds over
my mouth. Her innocence is such a fucking turn on. Everything about
this girl turns me the fuck on, and though I’m not quite sure why,
I know this is different for me.

“God, your pussy is the sweetest fucking
thing. I could stay here for fucking ever, Angel.” I pull her clit
into my mouth, sucking hard on the little nub. I can hear Raven’s
scream of pleasure, and I want to shout out in fucking victory.

I want to give her all the pleasure in the
world. I want to show her how good this can be between us. I work
her pussy over with my tongue, lapping up every drop of sweetness
that drips from her cunt. When she begins to shiver and moan and I
can feel her tight little pussy quiver over my tongue, I keep my
hands on her hips, and sit up so that we are face to face.

I press my lips to hers, and taste every
inch of her luscious mouth. “Do you taste that, Angel? Your pussy
taste like fucking Heaven.”

Raven lays her head against my chest,
chuckling softly into my shoulder. “Sleep with me?”

“I just did that, Angel, and if you’ve
already forgotten, then I really need to up my game.”

I smile as she laughs sleepily against me.
“Stay the night?”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

“All night?”

“I’ll be here when you wake up. I
promise.”

I feel her sleepy nod, and find myself
chuckling against her soft hair. I keep her in my arms, but shift
us up on the bed. I tug the blankets out from under us, and snuggle
us underneath. Raven’s body is lax. Her breathing has already
evened out. I lean my back against the headboard, as I snuggle my
face into the crook of her neck letting her sweet smell lull me to
sleep.

***

I wake to the feeling of her moving against
me. The bed dips, and I peek my eyes open to see the smooth skin of
her bare back. Her skin is flawless, but now I know her scars run
deeper than what is visible. Just the thought of the secrets she
has lived with makes me want to hurt someone—and hurt is putting it
mildly.

“Morning, Angel.”

Her hair slides along her skin as she looks
at me over her shoulder. She smiles, and I swear the whole world
looks a little brighter when she smiles. My chest tightens, my
world shifts, and I feel like something long broken inside of me
has started to piece itself back together, all because she is
here.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She
stands, wrapped in the sheet, and moves across the room to her
dresser.

I watch as she pulls out a bra and panties.
I chuckle as she attempts to put them on without flashing me. I’ve
seen, felt, and memorized every curve on her gorgeous body, and the
idea that she can somehow hide from me now is insane.

“Don’t get all modest on me now, Angel.”

She lifts her eyes, and that beautiful smile
reflects in the deep gray depths. “Want to grab one of the dresses
from the closet for me?”

The wicked grin that spreads across my face
is the only warning I give before I toss the blankets away, and
walk to the closet in all my morning wood glory. I grab the first
dress I see. It’s pale blue, and trimmed in lace. I step out of the
closet, walking toward her not at all ashamed of the fact I’m
completely naked. I want her to see me like this as much as fucking
possible. Getting naked with Raven is my new favorite thing.

“Here you go.” The look on her face as she
takes me in from head to toe is priceless. Her lips are parted, her
thickly framed eyes are wide, and there is a slight blush across
her cheekbones.

“Thanks . . . uh . . . thank you.” She
stutters over the words, which only makes my grin grow.

“You’re welcome.” I place a soft kiss to her
cheek, and walk around her into the bathroom where I’d stripped out
of my damp clothes last night.

As I pull them on, I can smell the slight
stench of the mildew that’s starting to set in. I have to hold my
breath as I slip my t-shirt over my head. After I finish, I turn to
see Raven leaning against the doorjamb watching me. She looks just
like the angel I see her as. The pale blue dress clings to her
curves so perfectly it makes my mouth water, and all I can think
about is stripping her down again.

I walk over to her, placing a quick kiss
against her temple, loving the feel of her warm skin against my
lips and her sweet smell filling my head. This is something I could
really get used to. I never dreamed that I would even want to be
with one woman, but whether I’m in the same room with her or not,
all I see is Raven.

“I need to head out for a bit, but why don’t
I swing by and pick you up later. I’ll take you out to dinner, and
then
you
can stay the night with
me
.” My grin slowly
falls as the beautiful smile drops from her face, and she fidgets
out of my grip.