Physical Distraction (The Physical Series Book 3)

by Sierra Hill

  Sliding his other arm underneath the back of her thigh, he pushed and bent her knee up toward her head, opening her up fully to him. Sloane threw her head back, her hands reaching forward to grab fistfuls of his hair. Her fingernails clutched at his scalp, searing him in a delicious pleasure pain. His tongue circled and stroked, licking between her folds as she moaned and whispered soft pleas.

  “Oh please...don’t stop.”

  He pushed two fingers into her wet, hot heat as she screamed out his name. Dylan smiled against her, loving her uninhibited response under his pleasured torture.

  “Are you a bad girl in bed, Sloane? Are you going to fucking scream my name when I make you come?”

  Her only response was a tight-lipped hiss and a brief nod of her head as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her entrance. He returned his lips to her center and ratcheted up the tempo of his tongue, increasing the pressure and intensity on the swollen bundle of nerves. He couldn’t wait to have his hard cock lodged inside, and imagined what it would feel like to have her tight heat clenched around his length.

  His tongue slipped down to penetrate her entrance, replacing his fingers, garnering a loud gasp from Sloane, her head surging off the pillow to stare down in his direction. From her shocked expression, and the tightening of her fists, it seemed this might be a new experience for Sloane. And he loved being able to throw her off keel. So he circled her again, and again, his thumb now stroking the tight bud.

  After a few seconds, Sloane’s hands stilled on his head, the strands of his hair locked between her fingers, as she spasmed against his tongue. Her thighs quivered between his head, and the loud scream of his name in ecstasy was nearly his undoing.

  “Holy…oh…Dylan.”

  Dylan held his tongue and thumb against her as she came, her body crashing down from its soaring heights. Watching Sloane get off on his mouth was the most incredible sight to behold. It made his chest puff up with pride knowing this sweet, California beauty gave herself over completely to a blue-collar, street-wise guy from Southie.

  Dylan lifted his head, her hands dislodging from his hair, as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh before pulling himself up next to her. She was naked only from the waist down, yet he knew the flushed skin from her orgasm would be evidenced all over her body. He skimmed his hand over the slope of her belly, watching the rise and fall of her navel, before bending back over to flick the studded jewel with his tongue, as her breathing began to even out.

  She opened her eyes and turned her head to give him an assessing look, a shy smile sweeping across her face. Reaching out, she grabbed a hold of the front of his shirt with her fist and pulled his face down to hers. He’d been in such a hurry to taste her that they hadn’t gotten around to an actual kiss yet. He liked the fact that she was demanding it from him.

  “You make me so freaking hot,” she whispered before tugging him closer and placing her lips over his. “And I liked it.”

  His mouth took possession of her, his tongue slipping through her open lips, her arousal still lingering on his tongue. The fact that she didn’t shy away from enjoying her own taste, along with the scent still on his tongue, had his cock swelling to epic proportions, reminding him to hurry things along.

  “I want to make you come again. But this time I want to be inside you when you do. Is that okay with you?”

  Dylan didn’t want to make any assumptions about what they were doing together. Although she was bared before him on his bed and had just let him go down on her, it didn’t guarantee that she was ready to be fucked. But Lord knew he was hoping against hope that she wanted that from him. He was dying to be inside her. To feel her clench around his hard cock. To feel her spasm around him in heated pleasure.

  Sloane’s hand slowly rose to cup his cheek, stroking his jaw lightly. It was a sweet gesture and one he thought might be leading to a big let-down. But he was adamant on the philosophy of “No Means No.” She just had to say the word and it was quits-ville. He may have been raised in a tough part of town, but he was taught to respect women and their choices.

  “Dylan, I’m surprised you have to ask, but I’m glad that you did.”

  She pushed herself up into a sitting position, as Dylan leaned back out of her way to give her room, ready to let her walk out the door. Instead, she leaned in and grabbed at the hem of his T-shirt, yanking it up and over his head. She then lifted her own arms and pulled off her sweater, the tops of her breasts spilling out over the top of the red lacy bra she wore underneath. His mouth watered at the beautiful and luscious breasts in front of him.

  She reached behind her to unclasp the bra, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it to the side of the bed. Her lips curved up at the edges as she bit down on her sexy lip. For once, Dylan was stunned into silence, unable to direct his eyes anywhere else but her tits.

  The warmth of her hands hit him like a gale force wind as she placed her hands on his chest, his muscles rippling underneath her touch. She sighed just as she leaned forward to place her lips on his right nipple, her tongue tracing over the flat brown ring. His nipples had always been sensitive to touch, and his cock twitched in eager anticipation to continue the erotic torment she was causing to swirl throughout his body.

  The next thing he knew, her hands grabbed hold of his and brought them to her breasts. He groaned. They were firm and round, as his hands molded perfectly over the supple flesh.

  “I want you to fuck me rough and dirty.”

  Holy shit. Did she know what she was asking of him?

  His cock was harder than it had ever been, turning to steel the moment she said fuck me. And the fact that she wanted it dirty, too? Holy hell, this woman was too good to be true.

  Dylan cocked his head and gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, what the lady wants, the lady gets. You better hold on.” He chuckled darkly, swinging his leg so that he straddled her body. He clasped her wrists, pressing them over her head so her hands could grab hold of the headboard.

  Noticing her discarded bra, he picked it up and quickly looped it around her wrists to secure them in place. He smiled when he saw the excitement gleaming in her eyes.

  “Does that turn you on? Being tied up to my bed?”

  She nodded. Dylan dipped his head and pressed his face to her neck and kissed her, his tongue flicking out to run along her jawline and then down to her collarbone. He enjoyed the sweet, citrusy flavor of her skin. He moved slowly to the hollow of her throat, his lips sucking and his tongue working the smooth skin. He smiled when he felt her pulse hammer beneath his lips.

  His mouth continued roaming, moving down and tracing the soft silkiness underneath her breasts. His tongue traced every inch as he made his way to the sweet stiff bead of her nipple. When he circled the distended bud with his tongue, a sweet sound escaped her lips and her hips bucked against his erection.

  “That feels good,” she murmured.

  He moved to the other breast, her back arching and pressing her nipple deeper into his mouth. He sucked hard, palming the other breast in his hand, squeezing the firm globe, eliciting a moan from deep within her. He could feel her straining against the binding and he glanced up to see a flash of frustration in her eyes.

  “Something the matter?” he chuckled.

  “I want to touch you.”

  Fuck, he wanted that too.

  He skimmed his fingertips over her ribs, his mouth trailing behind, over her flat, sleek stomach. His hands moving over the feminine curves of her hips, his head dipping down to her pelvic bone where he brushed his lips over the sensitive skin. She bucked against him.

  “You will…but not until I get you good and dirtied up.”

  Dylan unbuttoned his jeans and eased down his zipper, keeping his eyes on Sloane, whose eyes were zeroed in on his hands with fascination. Standing, he shrugged his pants down his legs, his briefs joining in the pile of clothing that hit the floor.

  At the foot of the bed, Dylan looked down at her perfect naked body, her
nipples a rosy pink, a little wet from where his mouth had been, and the sweet spot between her legs still glistening – ready for him to claim her.

  “Spread your legs for me – wide,” he said, his voice gruff and full of lust. “I want to see all of you.”

  When she complied, his cock grew even harder, a bead of moisture pooling at the tip. He groaned and gripped his shaft, stroking it to help stop the ache that was coursing through him.

  Sloane’s eyes grew wide, but didn’t stray from where his hands gripped his cock.

  “I could probably come again just watching you,” she purred. She licked her lips, which had him leaking, and ready to blow. “I want to know what you taste like.”

  “Ah, fuck, Sloane. You can’t say those things unless you mean it.”

  He swallowed hard, trying to decide if he’d even last a second inside her hot, wet mouth. His dick pulsed in his hand as he began stroking his shaft faster, letting his eyes close at the image.

  “But I also want to feel you inside me. I need you inside me. Now.”

  His eyes snapped open, all resolve now gone. In that instant, his decision was made. Reaching into the nightstand, he pulled out a condom, quickly opening it to cover himself before climbing back on the bed. Returning to his position between her spread legs, he perused the vision lying beneath him.

  Just like it was in his dreams, Sloane’s silky blond hair fanned out across his pillow, her arms raised high above her head and her face flushed from her recent orgasm. Just that sight alone had his mouth salivating and his body aching for release. It was exactly what he’d been fantasizing about. No, actually it was more. Much, much more.

  It was going to be impossible to go slow from this point on. Dylan swallowed and leaned down to plant his lips on her parted mouth. He sucked on her lips, long, deep and passionate. His hands thrust into her soft strands, roughly pulling her up to meet his lip’s demands, the kiss deepening and his pulse racing.

  Breaking free, he watched her eyes darken with desire. The mere fact that she was as turned on as he was made him want to do a fist pump in the air.

  “You’re sure about this?”

  “Yes.”

  That was all he needed to hear. Dylan grabbed his cock, positioning at her wet entrance. A gasp escaped her mouth as he slid the tip over her clit, rubbing against the sensitive nub as she purred in satisfaction. Her hands jerked against the bindings and he smiled seductively at her agonized features.

  “You ready to be fucked rough and dirty, Sloane? Just like you asked.” Their groans of pleasure were simultaneous as Dylan penetrated her entrance in one swift move.

  Chapter Ten

  Sloane cried out the moment Dylan thrust into her. It was almost impossible to stave off the pending orgasm that she was so close to succumbing to. Holy moly, he was big. It felt like she’d been impaled by a Mack truck.

  She had already been turned on beyond belief when he tied her up with her discarded bra and had her watch him take his dick in his own grip. She’d nearly lost her mind with the need that vibrated through her, desperate to reach out and touch him. She’d felt dizzy as her gaze roamed his incredibly ripped and solid body. She’d never seen ripples of stomach muscles that tight in real life, or the sexy-hot V that narrowed down to his groin. Instagram pictures of male models and former combat veterans didn’t hold a candle to Dylan naked in the flesh.

  He was mouth-watering. And she’d never forget the image of Dylan standing over her, slowly jacking himself off. That had to be the hottest, most erotic thing she’d ever seen. She was envious of his hand and wanted nothing more than to know how he felt in her own, his hard length pulsing his release in her palm. She’d gotten so wet, the ache of her desire nearly had her coming just by the sight alone.

  And now that he was buried deep inside her, she realized that his slow and methodical methods had only led her to an even more intense desire. She was caught between wanting him to stay right where he was – lodged deep inside her, still and unmoving – to wanting him to pound into her fast and hard like he had promised.

  Parting her thighs further, she wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his firm ass and nudging him closer. Dylan heard the demand in her reaction, and reached underneath her to lift her butt, leaving her shoulders baring her weight and allowing for deeper penetration. She shivered in ecstasy as the contact brought even more friction against her clit.

  And then he began to move – slow and lazy – in and out, producing a sensation that had her nearly blacking out from the pleasure.

  She was at a loss for words. Nothing – nothing had ever felt that good before. She was lost to everything else except the weight of Dylan’s body, the movement inside her, and the crazed manner her body craved release.

  His fingers gripped her ass firmly, as she grasped for leverage, grinding her hips against him, straining for more contact. He let out a low groan of approval.

  “Ah, shit. You keep that up, baby, and I’m going to lose it. I need you to come again first, though.”

  She didn’t have a chance to acknowledge his demands when her core began to tighten in response. Dylan’s thrusts sped up, plunging deeper each time, filling her completely. His hands suddenly let go of her ass and one slid underneath her leg, shifting her knee toward her face. The change in position had her gasping. Now he really began to move.

  Her body was engulfed in flames, the heat to intense it burned every inch of her. She was sucking in air and couldn’t focus on anything except the feel of his thick cock tunneling in and out of her body.

  A few more pumps and her insides began to tingle. She knew she was seconds to release. She could feel the overwhelming tightening of her body, ready to succumb to that heightened state of bliss.

  “That’s it, Sloane…I can feel you, baby. I want you to come around my cock.”

  Oh my. She’d never heard dirty talk before.

  Her inner muscles clenched tight, spasming hard as she cried out in ecstasy. “Oh God…I’m…I’m...”

  The orgasm was the biggest, most intense one of her entire life. She convulsed against his body, her hands straining against the silk material that was still tied around her wrists, her breaths rushing out hard and uneven. She nearly blacked out from the release that tore through her body. Pleasure seized and gripped her, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else. Nothing else mattered at this time. She had no worries or cares in the world. This moment was perfect.

  Dylan’s breathing became ragged, sweat beginning to gather on his chest, which was brushing against her breasts. A few more deep thrusts and then he stilled above her, his head thrown back as he let out a loud expletive and shuddered his release into her body.

  The tension she’d been holding after being strung so tight began to dissipate, as she stretched underneath Dylan’s body, which now lay collapsed on top of her. They laid like that for several moments, their breaths choppy, slowly returning to normal. In a reluctant move, Dylan shifted off to his side, his hand grasping the base of the condom as he pulled out and hopped off the bed.

  Sloane watched with satisfaction as he retreated into the bathroom, his incredible ass disappearing from view. She hadn’t noticed the very hot tattoos he had on his upper back until now, and could appreciate the full extent of his bicep tattoo. It corded around his arm, thick and glorious.

  Yummy.

  She closed her eyes in contentment, her body lax and sated. It was then that she realized she was still naked and tethered to the bed post. She opened her eyes and saw Dylan’s hazel gaze affixed to her body, and a big, smug smirk across his face.

  “You look pretty fucking hot laying there, smelling like sex, and still all trussed up. I’m getting hard again just looking at you.”

  Her eyes darted to his groin and sure enough, his dick was already erect, ready for round two. Her mouth grew dry as she tried to swallow down her growing lust.

  “Well, unfortunately for you – and him,” – she gesture
d with her head to the body part in question – “my hands are going numb. So, I might need a little reprieve before we do that again.”

  He chuckled, climbing over her naked body as the bed sagged underneath his weight. He stretched his arms out over her head to untie the knot at her wrists. His touch was light – soothing – as he lowered her arms, rubbing small circles on the undersides of her wrists before bringing them to his lips. His kiss was gentle, stirring something within her that had been hidden for so long.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice laced with sweet Kentucky Bourbon.

  She was lost at just the sound of the low timber. Lost to the gentleness displayed after all the sinfully dirty things he’d just done to her over the last hour. The dichotomy of his actions was almost too much to take in. Here was this man, in all his naked glory and pure masculinity, who was sweetly massaging her limbs, concerned over her physical wellbeing after he’d just screwed her brains out.

  Holy hell. This man…

  Sloane pulled her hands away and scooted back against the headboard, yanking the sheet up to cover her breasts. She suddenly felt exposed under his watchful and discerning gaze.

  She shook her head in affirmation before finding her own voice.

  “N-no. I mean, yes, I’m fine. Perfect, actually.” She gave him a reassuring smile as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her forehead. “I’ve, uh, never been tied up before. It was…intense.” She muttered the last part under her breath, embarrassed by her admission.

  Dylan gave an appreciative chuckle and rolled over on his side, pulling her down with him so her back was pressed tightly against his front. Good lord the man was a furnace of hotness. Who needed heat and electricity when she could stay in this warm cocoon forever? And then reality of her thoughts set in.

  This wasn’t a forever anything. It was short-term with an impending expiration date. She’d be leaving soon, probably in a matter of weeks, to head back to California. Back to her normal life. Back to teaching and to her parents. And back to whatever destruction Blaine’s indiscretions had done to her former life.