Page 76 of Playing the Backbeat

“Was that so hard?” he asks.

“Torturous.”

“Only fair to return the favor. You’ve been torturing me for weeks in this fucking apartment. And once I knew what you sounded like when you come, but not how you looked? Fuck, Dee. I’ve been dying on the other side of that wall, so ready to fucking see it.”

“Why didn’t you open the door, then?” I tease, only to be answered with another smack on my ass before he drives into me.

We moan as he falls over me, one hand still working my clit, the other pressing into the mattress beside my head.

“Fucking smart-ass.” He pulls out and thrusts back in, starting a deliciously smooth pace, slowly building me higher and higher.

“You love it.”

He picks up the pace, lowering his mouth to kiss and bite at my ear, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. “I should have. I should have opened that door. I had no idea it’d feel like this.”

His muscled chest brushes along my back, his strong fingers circle my clit. I stretch perfectly around him as he takes me again and again. I’m helpless, clawing at the sheets as he sends me spiraling over the edge again, a silent scream, before I call out his name in ecstasy.

He pulls out of me, helping me turn over, then lifts my ankles onto his shoulders. He sinks back into me, slipping into my wet pussy.

“God, you feel so good,” I moan. I’m oversensitive from coming twice already, but I don’t ever want him to stop.

“Don’t sound so shocked.” He smirks, picking up the pace. His focus shifts, fixed on the point where our bodies fit together perfectly. He holds me in place, one hand around my left ankle, the other alternating between gripping my breast and teasing my nipple.

“Perfect. Dee, you’re fucking beautiful.” He pulls my legs apart, and my ankles drop from his shoulders to the mattress.

He leans down, effortlessly shifting us from the edge of the bed to the center, and I wrap my legs around his waist before he starts to unravel. He kisses me deeply, his expert tongue wrestling with mine as I hit my peak again. I’m still coming when his movements falter and he spills into me, a deep groan resounding against my neck.

We lay boneless, a tangled mess of limbs. I can’t calm my breathing or my racing heart, but then I hear Dylan laugh, his face still buried in my neck.

“Stop it,” I say, laughing with him.

“You stop it,” he says back to me, laughing harder.

“What the fuck just happened?” I wheeze.

“Jesus fuck, I have no idea.” We’re hysterical now, and the movement forces him deeper inside me. We both moan before we freeze, effectively stopping our laughter, but his eyes are still lit with humor…and something else. “But I want to do it again.” He slides out of me, sliding his dick along my folds then pressing himself against my clit.

He slides down my body before fixing his gaze on my pussy, wet and weeping with our combined release. “Fuck, that’s pretty,” he murmurs before feasting on me. I tangle my hands in his hair…and we start again.

Chapter thirty-four

Dylan

“You’re amazing. That was amazing,” I pant, falling onto Dee’s mattress. She starts to stand before I stop her. “Wait a second. I want to see you on your knees for me one more time.”

She digs her nails into my thighs, using them to help her stand. “There’s smug and then there’syou.”

“Can’t a guy bask in the glory of a fucking fantastic blow job?” She drops onto the mattress next to me, dragging a hand over her forehead.

“Only because you ate me out within an inch of my life beforehand.”

“Oh good. Thesatisfactorycomment I got afterward was just you warming up for a better compliment later.”

It’s only been three weeks since Dee and I slept together, but I can’t keep my hands off her. She seems to be having the same issue, nearly jumping me when she got home from lunch with the girls earlier today.

“You didn’t need my help inflating your ego. I knew you could do it.” She reaches over, snuggling into my side, her thigh draping over mine, before she pats my stomach a few times. “All on your own.”

“It helps me when you say it.” I pout and she laughs, burying her head into my shoulder.