Page 92 of Playing the Backbeat

He drops to the floor immediately, his stare fixed at the apex of my thighs. He tugs at my robe and I shrug it off my shoulders, feeling the satin brush along my skin as it falls to the floor.

Satisfaction sinks in when I see he’s hard, the sight of his dick barely contained in his underwear while his eyes drag over my body.

“Fucking hell, Dee.” His hands wrap around my knees, sliding up the back of my thighs before he’s gripping my ass, pulling at my cheeks. “This is my new favorite color. It’s going to kill me to tear this off your body because you look…” He adjusts himself.

“It stays on,” I say, reaching to play with my lace-covered nipples with one hand, the other grabbing his hand and placing it at my center.

“Jesus fuck, crotchless? Is this a reward?”

“For me. Now get to work.” I place my hand at the back of his head, gently guiding him where I want him most.

He dives forward, locking his lips on my pussy before licking along my slit and doing it all over again.

I call out his name as he lavishes me with wet kisses between firm strokes of his tongue. I arch against the wall as he pulls one of my legs over his shoulder. His hands find my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh, encouraging me to grind against his face. He’s focused on me, watching my every reaction, absorbing every moan and movement, looking for that moment he forces me over the edge. I thread my hands into his hair and drag him up for a kiss.

He lifts me, wrapping my legs around him and pressing me into the wall.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that.”

“That makes two of us,” I breathe.

“Gifting me with this perfect fucking pussy, all wrapped up like a goddamn present. Even has a goddamn bow.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, gently nipping at the taut bud before dragging his nose along my cleavage, then thrusting his cock into me.

We moan together as he starts fucking me against the wall. I claw at his back, wanting more. Wanting everything.

He turns and takes us to bed, driving me into the mattress without skipping a beat. He fucks into me relentlessly.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking scream,” he demands. His hips work into me, grinding with perfect pressure.

“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

“No more hiding. No more secrets. I want you out in the open.” He groans when I lift my hips, forcing him deeper.

“Like this? I don’t think anyone wants us out in the open with our nipples out,” I tease. He smacks my ass hard, forcing us together in a powerful thrust.

“But they’re so fucking pretty.” He grinds against my clit, before dropping to suck at my breast again.

I hold his head there, driven wild with sensation. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He doesn’t stop, just keeps driving into me in the most perfect rhythm, hitting my clit with every thrust until I fall over the edge, screaming his name as I come.

He follows me into his own release a minute later, and we lie there, breathing heavy. He lazily kisses his way from my mouth to my stomach, then rests his head there.

“Dee?” His voice is a low rumble as I begin to play with his hair.

“Yeah,” I say softly, letting him know I’m here and my brain has somewhat returned to my body after he fucked me out of my mind.

“I’m glad everyone knows.”

My breath catches in my throat and my chest burns. For some reason, my eyes water and I’m overcome with…relief. This thing building between us, it’s a force I can’t fight. A tide that slowly rose over time, taking me under, and now the current is so strong, and the waves are too high, I’ll never resurface.

But his words…they give me hope that I’m not swimming alone. He places another kiss on my stomach, and his entire body relaxes against me when I answer quietly, “Me too.”

We lie in silence for a few minutes before I work up the courage to ask. “Do you think if we didn’t move in together, we would still be here?”

“Truth?”

“Always,” I say, a pit forming in my stomach as intuition flares to life. I won’t be able to forget whatever confession Dylan is about to offer.