Busted.
“It’s interesting. Until last year, I never really knew these book cons existed.”
We’re finally getting somewhere when the waiter stops by and drops the check on our table. Rhys tosses a few bills on the table and then nearly carries KJ out of the place, leaving us alone.
“Well, those two left in a hurry.” Zoey sighs and picks at the corner of her napkin, reverting to the nervous introvert from the beginning of dinner.
I’m pretty sure Rhys and KJ were about to combust, so I’m not surprised they rushed out of here as soon as Rhys paid their tab. I am disheartened that Zoey seems so uneasy though. “We could get out of here too, if you want to.”
She turns to face me. “Where exactly are we going next, Dylan? Do you really want a repeat of last night?” Her cheeks flush again with the lightest shade of pink.
“I’m willing to take my chances and make a bet that you won’t be passing out on me tonight, sweetheart.”
Zoey fakes a yawn, and I hold back a laugh. “I don’t know. I’m feeling really sleepy. I should probably go back to my room and get some rest.”
“You’re here for a few more days, right?” I ask, not buying her little act at all.
“Yeah.”
“Then you can sleep tomorrow.” I pull out my wallet and throw enough cash in the bill jacket to cover our part of the check and leave a decent tip. “My room or yours?”
Her eyes widen slightly, and her breath picks up enough to let me know I have an effect on her, but she says nothing.
“Don’t go shy on me now, Zoey. You’re the one who begged me to take you back to my room last night,” I say as I stand, holding out my hand to her. “What’s it gonna be?”
She takes my hand, and I let the shit eating grin take over my face.
“Yours. Let’s see if you bore me to sleep again.”
Little minx. I’ll show her boring. I don’t do boring. Ever.
“You have no idea what you’re in for,” I growl as I let her lead us to the elevators.
As soon as we’re inside my hotel room, I’ve got her pinned back against the door. Hands above her head, my hips pressed against hers; I know there is no mistaking the effect she has on me. “Before we go any further, you think you can handle this?” I ask as I push my hips further against her, my hard length creating the tiniest amount of friction between us.
Her head falls back against the door with a gentle thud, and a soft moan escapes her lips. “I can handle anything you can dish out, Dylan.”
This woman drives me insane. I can’t tell you the last time someone’s called me by my first name, it’s always Smitty. But with her, it’s different. And damn if I don’t like the way it sounds as my name rolls off her lips.
“You sure?” I hope like hell she’s sure because I want this, with her. Right here, right now.
“Yes, damnit, yes,” she pleads as she wiggles against me.
I trace a finger along her jaw before placing a fevered kiss on her lips. Her lips part and her tongue dances with mine, making my cock harder by the minute. “Last chance,” I mumble breaking away from her completely.
“You’re starting to give me a complex. If you don’t want to do this, I can leave.”
“Not a chance in hell.” I’m on her again before the words even leave my mouth. “I’m only looking out for you, sweetheart. I happen to like things a certain way, not everyone enjoys what I do.”
“Oh, God! Is this where you tell me you have a Red Room of Pain? Because if you think for two seconds, that’s going to deter me, you’re dead wrong.”
I give her a questioning glance, “A what?”
“You know, the Red Room of Pain, Christian Grey’s kink room?”
“Who the fuck is Christian Grey? And why the hell are we talking about another man right now?”
“You’re a lost cause, Dylan. He’s only the ultimate book boyfriend. One that comes with an entire room full of toys.”
“Baby, if he needs toys to come, then he ain’t doing something right.” To prove my point, I cup her sex through the fabric of her shorts. She grinds against my hand and sighs.
“All this talk. How about some action?” She quips back at me.
I rub my hand over her again, firmer now. “You’re about to get plenty of action. First, you need to slip out of these clothes.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. She pulls away from me, tosses her shirt over her head and slips her denim shorts down her legs, toeing off her sandals too. The sight of her in nothing but a black bra and tiny boy short panties covering the apex of her thighs has me as hard as granite.
This woman is fucking breathtaking.
Her perky breasts beg to be devoured by my mouth, teased by my hands. The lightly tan skin of her torso, the belly button ring and the quill tattoo on her abdomen lures me in. I can already imagine the taste of her skin as I work my tongue over her body, tracing every curve.
“Eyes up here,” she teases. “And you, are terribly overdressed.”
I look down at my black shirt and faded jeans and huff. “Yeah, I guess I am.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I smirk. “You wanna do the honors?”
“I don’t recall you offering to help me.” She winks as she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. It slides down her arms before she drops it, unceremoniously at my feet.
Son of a…Fuck me. I need to get naked and bury my cock inside her pussy and get my hands on her tits. I can’t hold back anymore.
Grabbing the back of my shirt, I tug it over my head, and like a horny teenager, I fumble with my belt while trying to kick off my sneakers.
Zoey reaches for the waistband of my pants. “You look like you need a little help after all.”
Two point five seconds. That’s exactly how long it takes Zoey to unfasten my jeans and push them down my thighs, making sure to take my boxers with them. Free from its confines, my dick stands at attention – more like begging for attention. Instinctively, my hand grips my shaft, moving slowly over the sensitive flesh to ease the ache for a moment.
A hiss escapes from Zoey.
“Eyes up here,” I groan, using her own words against her.
Chapter Three
Zoey
Book boyfriends have absolutely nothing on the man standing before me.
I am completely captivated by his body. The dark ink that wraps around the left side of his six-pack abs and up and over his shoulder fits him perfectly. My fingers itch to trace the lines, following up with my tongue as my fingertips dance along his hips to his rock-hard length. The same length that has a goddamn barbell right under the head.
Just when I thought nothing would surprise me…everything about Dylan is a shock to my system.
I’m utterly distracted when Dylan’s hands reach out, and his fingers gently flick my nipple rings. I’ve never been so thankful for a rebel streak in my life. On a spur of the moment girl’s trip during college, getting my nipples pierced seemed like a great idea. Until now, I didn’t understand the…benefits.
“Do you have any clue how fucking hot you are?” He asks as he gives the metal a gentle tug.
A tug that I can feel all the way to my core. “Dylan,” my voice comes out needy.
“What do you want Zoey?” he demands.
“You.” It’s simple. I want this man in the worst of ways.
“You want me here?” He kisses my lips, and I mumble a reply. “Or, here.” He kisses the side of my neck, “Or here.” A nip to my shoulder. I can feel my body heating with each touch. “Or what about here?” he says before taking a nipple into his mouth.
My back arches, pushing my flesh even closer to him. “Yes, all of that. Yes.” I pant.
“Turn around, gorgeous. Hands on the dresser, make sure you’re in front of the mirror,” he orders.
I follow his instructions and ready myself, watching over my shoulder as he rustles in his pocket to retrieve a condom. My mouth waters as he sheaths himself before taking his plac
e behind me.
“Watch yourself,” he whispers against my ear.
His hands move all over my body in slow torture. I’m left waiting and wanting as he teases me.
I’m relieved when his own resolve cracks enough that he gives in, sliding my panties down my legs and slipping his cock inside me. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust to his size or warn me that I should brace myself. Instead, he fucks me relentlessly.
He’s fisted my blonde hair in one hand while the other holds on to my hip.
My eyes drift closed as I lose myself to the pleasure. The tug on my hair brings me back.
“Eyes on the mirror. Look how hot you look while I fuck you. Just. Like. That.” He punctuates with each thrust. “Look how amazing your tits look bouncing while my cock slips in and out of your pussy.”
“Oh, God.”
I’ve never had this before. It’s never been like this with anyone. Explosive. Powerful. Demanding.
When his hand moves from my hip to my clit, I detonate like a bomb, his name tumbling from my lips as my legs tremble.
“Shit, Zoey. Yes, baby. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you milking my cock.”
Part of me expects him to stop, but he doesn’t. He fucks me through my orgasm and quickly into another one. As my toes curl and my arms threaten to give out from the grip I have on the dresser, I finally hear Dylan let out a roar as he slams deep inside me again.
“Fuccccck, Goddamn.” He turns my head to the side and kisses me fiercely.
Finally, he stops twitching inside me, and he pulls out, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment.
Suddenly I feel awkward and vulnerable. Where do I go from here? Do I put on my clothes and leave? Do I stay? Are we done? Questions I never worried about before race through my mind in the few minutes that he’s gone.
I’m about to grab my clothes when he reemerges and pulls me to him.
“You good?” He kisses my cheek.
“Y-yes.”
With a chuckle, he tells me that I’m not very convincing.
“I’m good. Wasn’t sure what was next. I mean, we both got what we wanted, so I should leave now, right?”
“Hell no, you shouldn’t leave. You should lay in this bed with me and give me a few minutes. I’m far from done with you. That is if you think you can handle more.”
Oh, I know I can handle so much more. “Do your worst, D.”
A wicked smile spreads across his handsome face as I stretch out on the bed next to his warm body. “I’m just getting started, babe.” His fingers dance up my bare leg before slipping across the still sensitive flesh between my legs. “Fucking perfect.”
He wasn’t lying when he said, ‘a few minutes.’ That’s all it took for him to recharge and fuck me all over again.
Laying in his arms while we recover from round two, I try not to overthink the situation.
Dylan is totally different. He feels safe to me. Someone I can let my hair down with and just be. Yet part of me feels guilty because I let go of my inhibitions by getting into bed with him to begin with.
My past always consisted of serial relationships. I dated men for weeks, falling too hard and way too fast before having sex. My experience was limited at best, and I always craved so much more.
I craved what Dylan had awakened in me in less than eight hours. And that barbell in his cock? Fucking amazing. I don’t know that sex will ever be the same now that I know how damn good that feels.
~*~
Pounding on the hotel door in the middle of the night pulls us both from our slumber.
Dylan grumbles, putting on a pair of sweats and tossing a t-shirt to me. “Slip that on.”
I’ve got his shirt on, and I’m leaning back against the headboard with the blankets up over my waist as Rhys storms in the room looking distraught. Scrolling through my phone, I can bet I know exactly why he’s a mess.
“KJ’s gone.”
Yup. There it is.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” Dylan leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his face.
“There was...a...uh...emergency. She had to leave,” I offer, waving my phone in the air in weak explanation.
“What kind of emergency? Why wouldn’t she wake me to tell me she needed to go? Is she okay?” Rhys is pacing and babbling a mile a minute.
“Mitchell, chill the fuck out for a minute, would ya?” Dylan barks.
“She didn’t say exactly what, but she’s fine. You’ll just have to trust me.” I’m already texting her back, but I don’t expect an answer from her tonight. “I uhm, I’m going to go back to my room for the night.”
“Fuck it. Stay, Zoey. I’m sorry I came barging in. Let me get my shit. I’m going home,” Rhys says as he tosses a few things in his duffle bag.
“You sure you’re good to do that?” Dylan asks.
His compassion for his friend, tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch these two men interact, I’m overwhelmed with just how much they care for each other. Something I am sure comes with the territory. When your life is on the line every day, and you’re counting on the guy next to you to have your back – I’m guessing there is one hell of a bond that forms.
“I’m good. No sense in bringing everyone down with me. I’ll catch you at work next week.” Rhys looks shattered as he walks out the door. Proving to me that what he and my best friend had was so much more than a fling.
“That was interesting,” Dylan grumbles as he drops his sweatpants to the floor and flips the light off before slipping back in bed beside me. “She really okay, Zoey?”
“Yeah. She’ll be okay. I’m not telling you anything more than that.”
He smiles against my shoulder as he tugs my body against his. “Didn’t think you would.” He rolls his hips against me, his hard cock pushing against my ass. “I wonder if I could fuck it out of you though?”
“Not likely. Girl code. I only share on a need to know basis. You don’t need to know.”
“Another place and time I’d punish you for that smart mouth,” he groans out as I wiggle against him.
“I can do lots of tricks with my mouth,” I tease as I roll over to kiss him.
Before I know it, I’m between his legs on the bed, my mouth wrapped around his dick. His hands fisted in my hair, guiding me up and down as his hips thrust upward with each pass.
“Goddamn, Zo – that feels fucking amazing, baby.” His lust filled voice urges me on as my tongue toys with the barbell on the underside of the shaft. “Son of a bitch. Do that again,” he hisses, and I obey.
I feel powerful and in control. Something I get the impression Dylan doesn’t allow too often.
“Gonna cum,” he warns breathlessly.
I try to back off, not because I don’t want to suck him dry but for the simple reason that my pussy throbs with its own need as he pushes on the back of my head, shoving his cock down my throat. I want…need him deep inside me.
His balls are heavy in my hand as I fondle them while sliding my mouth back up, only for Dylan to guide me back down again.
“Suck me dry,” he pleads.
As if I could ever deny him.
I hollow out my cheeks and give a gentle tug to his balls before grabbing his length in my hand. In seconds he’s exploding in my mouth, down my throat with a roar.
He mumbles out the words, “Goddamn,” as I hum around him, taking everything he has to offer me. I don’t let go until he is completely empty and is pulling me upward with his hands under my arms.
If I thought he was done, I was wrong. He orders me to straddle his head and hold on to the headboard. I’m almost worried I’ll suffocate the poor guy, but the way his tongue keeps moving – I’m sure he’s doing just fine down there.
Chapter Four
Smitty
I won’t even lie. I’m feeling pretty damn confident considering Zoey’s here, bent over my sofa, counting as I pinken her ass cheeks with my hand.
It was a shot in the
dark and maybe even a bit of a dick move to ask her to come back here three days later. But when she opened up to me over the weekend and admitted that she had some darker urges that she wanted to explore? I knew I wanted to be the one to give her those things if she’d let me.
“Nine,” she lets out a breathy sigh as my hand connects with her skin again.
I give her one more. As she calls out ‘ten’ I shove my cock inside her wet pussy. She buries her head in the throw pillow as barely audible curses explode from her mouth. When she lifts her head to take a breath, she screams, “Fuck. Goddamnit Dylan.”
“You like that?” I ask as I roll my hips, dragging a moan from Zoey in response.
“Yes, yes, fuck yes!”
Shit, I can feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine as my balls draw up. This time is going to be quick. Not surprising considering the prelude of foreplay that started the moment Zoey walked in my door.
“Play with your clit. I need you to come for me.” Her hand moves quickly, and I smile to myself. “Good girl.” My grip on her hips tightens as I plow into her relentlessly.
Mere minutes later her body quivers, and she shouts my name while her name tumbles from my lips too.
As the stars behind my eyes fade, I lean over her body, kissing her shoulder and holding her close to me. Both of us desperate to catch our breath.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles.
I lean back to grab the base of my cock, holding on to the condom as I slowly withdraw from her; Zoey lets out a content sigh as she stands.
“That was, holy fuck, D. You, that…I…yeah,” she fumbles with her words.
I smirk back at her, satisfied with myself. “You’re welcome.”
“Dick.”
“That’s what I gave you, yes,” I joke as I toss the condom in the trash can inside the first-floor bathroom, behind where we were just fucking like animals.
She flips me off. “You don’t greet all your guests that way, do you?”
“Only the really pretty ones,” I joke before really thinking about my words. When her head falls, I quickly realize that I walked right into unchartered territory and said the wrong thing. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.”
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