by Hart, Lane
"Whatever. Men don't look at me and think I'm sexy or hot. Nick sure as hell didn't."
"Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy what you just did was? I've never been so turned on in my life. I am ecstatic that you agreed to do something so wild with me. It was like playing out the naughtiest wet dream of all time. And I've already told you, that Nick guy is a fucking idiot. What's so great about him anyway?" he asked, while I finally started driving us to campus.
"Did you see him?" I asked, since it seemed so obvious. "The man is so freaking hot, and for whatever reason he wanted me out of all those other girls. I wasn't invisible to him."
"Uh-huh," he mumbled, clearly not as impressed.
"What's so great about Megan?" I asked, then realized I didn't really want to know. "Never mind, I've seen her."
Chapter Six
Dylan didn't make any other comments about Megan or what had just happened on the elevator as we drove to campus. He just changed the channels on the radio until we parked in the commuter lot and got out to walk to the sorority house.
Halfway there he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I looked up at him to question it, but he just grinned.
"Holding your hand is the most innocent thing I'm going to do with you in public tonight," he said. "Did you forget that I just fucked you in an elevator?"
"No, I have not forgotten. You still have my panties," I reminded him. He only laughed in response.
You could hear the music of the party from several blocks away. Rob Base rapping the classic old school song, “It Takes Two.” When we walked through the open door of the sorority house it seemed like everyone stared at us…girls, guys, everyone. And I was pretty sure their gawking didn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’d apparently missed the memo about the 80s theme of tonight’s party.
Megan's expression was the most notable. I think her jaw came unhinged. I figured Dylan would head right for her, but instead he went to the kegs. Filling up a red cup with his family's beer, he handed it to me. When I reached for it he jerked it away at the last second and started drinking it.
"Yeah right. Another year, Jules," he smirked, wrapping his free hand around my lower back to pull me against the front of his hard body. He grinded against me to the rhythm of the catchy hip hop beat.
"So you'll fuck me but not let me have any alcohol? What's up with that?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his trim waist. I had to look almost straight up to see his face since I was standing so close.
"You're of legal age to fuck, but not yet of legal age to drink. Daughtry Brewing's future President and CEO can't go around condoning underage drinking," he responded as he leaned down to nip my ear, sending goose bumps down my arms while our bodies swayed sensually.
"Uppity bastard."
"Hey, Dylan…and was it Jennifer?" Megan came and asked, getting my name wrong accidentally on purpose.
"It's Julie, but she's always been Jules to me. Ever since I robbed her tea party when we were little kids," Dylan said, kissing a ticklish spot on my neck and making me squirm while he absently corrected her. I couldn't believe he remembered the tea party, or that he didn't loosen his grip on me in the slightest, not even sparing a glance in Megan's direction. He was very convincing, pretending that we were together.
"Oh, so you two are …"
"Screwing each other silly? Fucking each other's brains out? Having wild monkey sex? Yes to all of the above. We've just had to be discrete so my brother won't find out," I felt the need to tell her, causing Dylan to laugh into my hair.
"Don't forget blowing people's minds on elevators," Dylan helpfully added, making me giggle.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget about that one?"
Megan looked absolutely stunned as she stared open mouthed at the two of us.
"Oh, okay. Well, um, Dylan, maybe I'll catch up with you later," she said, before walking off.
I looked up at Dylan and watched his eyes follow her retreating figure across the room. Sure enough, her pink and black retro dress was even shorter and tighter than mine.
"What?" he asked, when he realized I was looking at him.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" he asked.
"Nope. Just trying to figure out if she was jealous," I said. He turned and guided me backwards until my back hit the wall.
"Well, either way I'm going to kiss you in front of everyone," he said. Sitting his empty cup down on a table, he boxed me in with his palms on either side of my head, and then leaned down to cover my lips with his. Our tongues quickly began prodding and exploring each other's mouths while, appropriately enough, “Me So Horny” played in the background. I realized then that we'd had sex on an elevator and hadn’t even kissed once. Well, not on the lips, or more accurately, not on the mouth.
After a few minutes Dylan grabbed my thigh and held it on his hip so he could press his tall body closer to mine. I could feel his hard length pulsing against my stomach. The memories from earlier made me want to pull it out and fuck him right here in front of everyone.
Leaning back out of breath, he looked down at me with dark, hooded eyes. "We've given everyone a show, so what do you say we go upstairs and fuck nice and loud?" he asked. I nodded, already so wet between my thighs I knew he'd slide right in.
Taking my hand he led me up the steps, giving me déjà vu from last night. He had better fuck me and not walk out, or I was going to be pissed. He even took me into the same room, then slammed me against the door when he closed and locked it.
"I want to fuck you like this, against the wall. Just like my pool house fantasy," Dylan said around our kiss. He lifted the bottom of my dress to my stomach. Then, he grabbed my ass with both hands so I could wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers reached down and teased between my legs, gliding over my wet slit until he penetrated me with two fingers while I clung to his neck.
"Jesus, Jules," he muttered. "You are so fucking wet and ready for me.”
“I want you,” I told him honestly.
“God, yes. I want you too. So bad that I can't go thirty minutes without trying to put my cock in you. And just thinking about seeing you on your knees, fucking your mouth while another man watched … I think you ruined me, Jules. I'm going to lose my goddamn mind replaying that scene over and over again."
Holding me up against the door he deftly unzipped his pants, tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, and rolled it on one-handed. When he impaled me with his long, hard cock, I cried out from the sudden fullness.
"Good?" he asked.
"God, yes!" I assured him.
Dylan's mouth crushed mine an instant before he began thrusting deeper and harder, making the door bang on its hinges. His hands were just as greedy on my ass as mine were in his hair. He lifted me up and down his length, making me moan into his mouth as his cock hit just the right spot, over and over again until I erupted.
"Oh ... Dylan! You feel so…fucking … good!"
"Oh fuck!" he groaned, his thrusts slowing as he found his own quick release.
When he lowered my legs to the ground I was still a little wobbly on my feet, and had to press my back against the door to hold myself up.
"That was … lesson number five. Wall sex," Dylan said with a smile.
"And four was … public slash elevator sex?" I asked between pants.
"Yes. You're an exceptional student, so I put you on the accelerated track."
"You're a really great teacher," I told him, watching him throw the condom away in the trash bin and put his dick back in his pants. "Wait, what was lesson three?" I asked.
"Sideways sex. But honestly, lessons three and four were actually firsts for me too," he admitted sheepishly. I liked knowing he'd done a few things with me that he'd never done with anyone else.
"I like “Demanding Dylan” or “Dominating Dylan” from the elevator, giving me all sorts of naughty orders. That was really hot," I told him, making him laugh. I didn't know he could be so authoritative, and it was sexy to
see him take control.
"I knew as soon as that guy got on the elevator with us that he wanted you. But I tried to make damn sure he knew his role was only as a spectator."
"Oh, I think that was very clear. And I think you should invite him up to your apartment to watch us sometime," I said then instantly regretted it. What was I thinking? This was just a temporary arrangement.
"So, you are in fact a sexy little exhibitionist. What other naughty things are you into?" he asked with a chuckle.
"I don't know. I guess you'll have to try and help me figure that out."
He grinned and leaned down to kiss me. "You ever watch porn?"
"Nope."
"Well in that case, I can't wait to find out what else gets you wet. Oh yeah, speaking of wet," he smirked. "You want these back now?" he asked, holding up my black thong.
"Yes."
He laughed and dangled it out of reach. "Hell, no. I've earned these motherfuckers. How many times have I made you come today?" he asked with a cocky grin, before sliding my panties back into his front pants pocket.
"Bastard. Those are Victoria's Secret."
"In case you lost count, the answer is I've made you come ten fucking times." Jesus. I wasn't very experienced but that sounded like a helluva lot. "And I'll buy you some more panties. In fact, I think we should go shopping. You wanted to feel more sexy right? What better way than with lingerie?" he asked, still grinning like the arrogant, rich bastard he was.
"We'll see," I said doubtfully, pulling my dress down and running my hands through my hair. I didn't have the extra money lying around to spend on lingerie, and I sure as hell wasn't going to spend his money.
"You still look great. I barely mussed you up at all."
"Yeah well, I'm going to head to the bathroom to make sure," I told him, leaving the room to stand at the back of the line. Of course everyone stared at us, knowing what we'd been doing. Shit, they probably even heard over the loud music, but it'd been so good I didn't even care. I’m sure they just wondered what a guy like Dylan was doing with someone like me.
"I'll be downstairs," Dylan said, before quickly heading that way. He was probably going to find Megan. Damn it. Why'd that piss me off so much? She was half the reason we were screwing each other in the first place.
I waited my turn in the long bathroom line before I finally got a chance to freshen up and head back downstairs. Of course, Dylan was talking to Megan, Amber and Stacy. Not really feeling too friendly at the moment, I headed for the keg and filled up a cup with Daughtry's while Dylan was too preoccupied to stop me.
"Damn, Julie. I barely recognized you. You look … wow, even better than in the toga," Nick came up out of nowhere and said. He was standing so close to me that the front of his muscular body rubbed against the side of mine.
I turned to face him, and noticed that he also looked different out of the toga. Tonight he was in a light blue dress shirt and dark blue jeans. He was hot, and he knew it. Dylan said men like a challenge, and to make him work for it.
"Oh, hey. How's it going Nate?" I asked, taking a sip of beer. Stealing a play out of Megan's book, I'd intentionally said the wrong name to try and throw the arrogant man off his game.
"It's Nick," he corrected.
"Nick not Nate?" I asked, trying not to smile at his fallen expression.
"Yeah, Nick."
"Oh sorry. It was so loud in here last night I couldn't hear myself think," I told him, then quickly finished off my cup of beer and tossed it.
He smiled and looked less offended after my made up explanation.
"I hate you left last night. I went to find a condom, and then when I came back you were gone."
Unlikely, but maybe he was telling the truth.
"I've got one tonight if you want to head upstairs and pick up where we left off?" he asked, actually pulling out the purple foil package to show me.
After the unbelievable fucking Dylan had just given me, and had been giving me all day, I couldn't find it in me to feel aroused or even happy that Nick was talking to me. In fact, looking at him now, Dylan was so much bigger and sexier than Nick…and I wasn't just referring to his dick.
The only reason I even considered Nick’s offer for a second was because Dylan was at the moment busy trying to hook up with other girls. That freaking hurt, a hell of a lot more than I thought it would. All the great sex was starting to blur the reasons Dylan and I had entered this arrangement in the first place.
Hell, I couldn't deny that it may be possible that I wanted this chance to be with Dylan to try and make him see me as more than just Will's little sister, after all my years of crushing on him. Now that I'd been with him though, I was screwed, figuratively and literally, and I wanted him more than ever. It felt so damn good to be with him, better than I ever imagined.
The attractive man standing in front of me, that unfortunately wasn't doing anything for me tonight, was still waiting for my answer. "Yeah, Nick, that's great ..."
"Hey, Jules, now can we head back to my bed?"
Think of the devil and he shall appear, with an offer I'd probably consider selling my soul for. Dylan was suddenly behind me, his big hands possessively grabbing my hips to pull me back against the front of his body, while leaning down to kiss my neck provocatively. I sagged against him in relief. He hadn't blown me off for the rest of the night to screw blonde sluts after all.
"I still don't know why the hell we left. Well, other than to find fun new places to fuck," Dylan said, loud enough for those around us to hear.
Nick's brown eyes went up, taking in all of Dylan, who was at least half a foot taller than him. He slipped the condom back into his pants pocket looking almost intimidated, before an evil smile stretched across his handsome face and he opened his mouth. "Enjoy it while it lasts, man. Last night she was upstairs having fun with me. In fact, we were just talking about heading up for an encore performance tonight when you interrupted. You don't mind waiting, do you?"
I felt Dylan instantly stretch up to his full height behind me at the same time as his grip on my hips tightened. I could almost feel the tension rolling off of him.
"Oh, so you're the asshole she was with for less than five minutes last night?" Dylan asked with a bark of laughter, making me cringe. "Yeah, Jules told me all about what a let-down you were after she took me back to her room and sucked me off."
Oh my God. I couldn't believe what was coming out of both their big mouths. I hadn't even implied to Nick that I was going upstairs with him tonight, and what the hell had gotten into Dylan?
"We didn't have a condom last night so things ended early. But don’t' worry, we've got one tonight," Nick retorted defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.
Dylan barked out another non-humorous laugh. "Yeah, we didn't have a condom last night either. But unlike you, I know how to fuck with more than just my dick, you selfish prick."
Shit. We now had the attention of everyone at the party, and they’d just heard about all sorts of intimate, private details.
"Alright, Dylan. Let's just go," I said, turning around in his arms to face him. I was trying to halt what was starting to feel like a ridiculous pissing contest before it got any worse. I'd never seen Dylan verbally sparring with anyone before. He was staring Nick down, looking like he was growing more volatile each second.
Trying to calm him down, I stood on my tippy toes to kiss him. It was still a stretch in my heels when he didn't meet me halfway. As my lips brushed his he looked down at me, then both of his hands moved lower to grab my ass briskly in a way no one around could miss, especially Nick who was standing right behind me. This kiss, when compared to all our other ones, was mostly one-sided since Dylan was still so tense.
Why was he getting all defensive about one little comment from Nick, and why did he feel the need to embarrass both of us in front of so many witnesses?
"Here are your car keys back," Dylan said, pulling them and my panties out of his pocket before stuffing the black lace back i
n. I was pretty sure that move had been intentional too, and I started to worry when he didn't even crack a smug smile. Was Dylan just trying to help me make Nick jealous? Maybe he was hoping Megan was watching our little scene too.
Accepting my keys I said, "See ya, Nate," over my shoulder, as I pushed Dylan toward the door.
On the way out I noticed that Megan had in fact been watching, and she looked less than pleased. My belly flopped thinking that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"Two birds, one stone," I told Dylan. I was trying to remain upbeat and not think about the two of them together when we made it out into the warm night air.
"What?" he asked, as I continued to guide him toward the parking lot. "Oh yeah, right."
"So did she seem jealous?" I asked.
"No idea," he grumbled.
When we finally reached my car I started to unlock the doors, when Dylan suddenly spun me around facing him. He grabbed both my hands to pin them above my head on the roof of the car, causing my keys to land with a loud tinkering thud on the pavement.
Startled by his brash movement, I glanced up and Dylan looked … pissed at me? His green eyes burned into mine, gleaming from the light of the lamp posts. His jaw was clenched tight, and I swear I could hear his teeth grinding as he pressed my body against the car with his much larger one.
Why was he mad at me? Because we had to leave before he was able to fuck a slut? If anyone should be mad, it should be me for him telling a room full of people what we'd done together, and embarrassing Nate or Nick, whatever the hell his name was.
"Why'd you insult him in front of everyone?" I asked indignantly. "If that was you trying to make him jealous, then you crossed the line."
"Is what he said true? Were you about to go off and fuck him when I interrupted?" he asked tersely, completely ignoring my question and surprising me with his tone and volume.
"What?" I asked, confused by his anger and question.
"I saw him show you the fucking condom, and I heard you say, 'Yeah, that's great.' So, were you going to go upstairs and fuck him right after you came on my dick, screaming my name?" he asked.
