Page 74 of Playing the Backbeat

“Fuck it,” I whisper, reaching up and grabbing his neck. The strands of his hair tangle in my fingers as I drag him down until our lips crash together. He detonates, gripping me under my thighs, lifting me, and pressing me against my door until it bangs against the wall on impact.

“Bed,” I mumble against his lips before tugging his bottom one between my teeth. “Get us to the fucking bed right now.”

“God, yes,” he groans. He falls onto the bed, me still in his arms, landing on top of him.

I grind against him, finding his cock already hard beneath me. “Slow or fast, Dylan. What do you want?”

“Fast.” He digs his fingers into my ass. “Then slowedwaythe fuck down. I need you now, and then I need you again and again and again.” Each word is punctuated by a kiss across my palm.

I unzip his pants, pulling him free, and I freeze.

“Condom?” I ask.

We stare at each other.

“I was tested at the start of my dry spell,” I assure him.

He nods in agreement. “Me too. Birth control?”

“Got it covered.”

“Fuck. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you after this.” He lets his head fall to the bed, closing his eyes.

“Eyes open. Clothes off. Hands on,” I demand. He shucks off his pants, frantically shoving them off his legs with me hovering above him on my knees. When he’s finished and naked beneath me, I grab his hands and place them on my hips as I sink onto him. His eyes shoot open and we both moan.

Fuck. The stretch feels incredible. My eyes fall shut and my head dips back. I slowly lift and lower myself onto him again. I find his eyes stuck on me, trailing over every inch of exposed skin. His hips flex, almost involuntarily, seeking the deepest parts of me.

“Honey, if you don’t move, I think I’m going to die.”

I giggle before lifting and then lowering my hips again. I shift, keeping him deep inside me as I press one foot flat against the mattress next to his hip, the stance giving me more control. I glide back and forth, sliding up and down his length while grinding my clit against his pelvis.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Dylan groans beneath me. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

I rock my hips over his, my clit hitting perfectly with each slide. “If I knew you were packing, we could have been having a hell of a lot more fun together.”

Dylan sits up, his firm chest hitting mine before he rips my shirt over my head, leaving me naked. My tits lift as he drags my hips closer to remove any space between our bodies.

“I’ll be kicking myself for that for a long fucking time.” His lips close around my nipple and I cry out.

I pull his hair, tugging his head back, and his mouth releases from my breast with a popping sound. I kiss him, and just like at the reception, it immediately ignites a fire between us, growing more out of control as we grab at each other, anywhere our hands can reach. I drop onto him deeper and deeper with eachpulse, grinding against him with each movement. I can hear how wet I am with each slide of our bodies. I moan, and his answering groan forces me to smile against his mouth.

“I love a loud fuck,” he says into my neck before licking up the column of my throat.God, he’s everywhere.Hands, lips, tongue, cock.

“When have you ever known me to be quiet?” I ask, my voice low and teasing.

“Not a day in your life.” He laughs and slaps my ass, hard. My body reacts instantly, dropping and rocking with abandon. “Fuck, you love that.”

“You’re about to learn a lot about what I love.”

“It’ll be my fucking pleasure.” He slaps my ass again before flipping me to my back, hovering over me with one forearm pressed into the mattress beside my head. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist, pressing him deeper with my heels against his thighs.

The fingers of his free hand thread through mine and he presses it above my head, lowering himself to suck my nipple into his mouth, never once stopping his measured thrusts, slowly building the pace. I claw at his back with my free hand, pulling him closer, urging him on.

He pulls out of me as he slides farther down my body, and I gasp at the loss.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I ask, panic edging into my voice. Did he change his mind? Did he wake up and realize we’ve lost our minds and it’smehe’s kissing?

I sit up before he presses his rough palm against my sternum, pushing gently, but with enough force that I drop back against the mattress.