by Hart, Lane
I stared at him a few seconds longer, trying to figure out if he was serious. He sure looked like he was being serious, although I couldn't remember ever seeing Dylan upset or angry before. He was usually so quiet and playful, always laid back and barely saying more than a few words to anyone. Was he ... jealous? Jealous of the guy we were supposed to make jealous? Well, I'd been jealous of him talking to Megan, so I couldn't really say anything.
I debated pointing out that he and I weren't really together, and that I could've gone off and fucked Nick if I'd wanted to, but I knew from the uncharacteristic way he was acting at the moment that would be the wrong thing to say. I was almost afraid that if those words left my mouth Dylan might turn around and leave me standing here, head back to the party, and officially end our deal. I wasn't ready to see him with someone else. That hurt too much to even think about. And I had to admit that the fact that he was acting crazy jealous made me ecstatic. So instead of getting angry at him, I decided to tell him the truth.
"No, I wasn't going to fuck him. I was playing hard to get. I called him by the wrong name, and there was a 'but' coming before you interrupted," I explained. He raised an eyebrow in question. "You know, that's great but …"
"But what?" he gritted out the question.
"I was going to say, that's great but ... Big Dick Dylan's fucked me so many times today that my pussy's sore."
That made his lips twitch almost into a smile, and his eyes soften. "You're not really sore are you?"
"No, of course not. You're a gentle giant."
"Good," he said with an exhale. Then he leaned down and covered my lips with his.
"Dylan?" I asked, pushing against his chest to break our kiss.
"Yeah?" he replied, while nibbling down my neck.
"Were you going to … are you pissed because you wanted to fuck one of the Tri Sigs tonight?" I asked hesitantly, then hated myself for voicing my stupid doubts. He could screw whomever he wanted, and I knew he wanted them more than me.
Dylan's lips pulled away from my flesh so he could look down at me. I stood still, holding my breath and waiting for his response. I felt like such a fool for even saying anything, but I needed to know.
"No. Besides, I couldn't even if I'd wanted to."
"Why not?" I asked. It's not like I could stop him.
With his free hand he reached up and gently brushed a curl away from the side of my face. After a long exhale that seemed to diffuse most of his residual anger, he gave me a small smile. "Because my dick has decided it only wants to work for you."
I couldn't help but laugh. That was the last thing I'd expected him to say. It was a relief, and it was sort of sweet in a strange, perverted way. "Don't worry. I hear ED is very common in old men," I teased, to try and lighten the tension between us.
"I said it was being picky, not that I can't get it up. Does this feel like I have performance issues?" he asked, pressing his hard length against my stomach.
"No," I barely breathed the word before Dylan's big hand cupped the side of my face, and then his lips met mine again. His kiss was forceful and possessive, claiming my mouth as his, at least for a few more days. I knew as soon as Megan threw herself at him, that'd be all she wrote for us.
Pulling away, Dylan turned me around, putting me face forward against my car. My cheek was pressed on the cool glass of the car window, and my hands were pinned above my head again with one of his.
"I'm sorry. About all the shit I said," he told me, as he raised the back of my dress in public for the second time tonight. My thighs automatically spread when his hand went between them, a few fingers slowly and gently penetrating me. "But at least I didn't hit him. I really wanted to knock that goddamn smirk off of his face. Or cram that purple condom down his fucking throat."
"It's 'kay," was all I managed to mutter in response. I had to brace all my weight against the car when the pleasure made my body relax so much that my legs wanted to give out. I pushed back and ground myself against Dylan's fingers, getting so close, right there on the edge, before he pulled his hand away.
"No," I whimpered. "Why'd you stop?"
His hand that was covering my wrists on the car squeezed tighter while his free hand wandered urgently up my side and over my breasts. "Because I want you again. Right here, right now," he said in staggered breaths.
When Dylan's hand left my body I heard his zipper come down then the condom wrapper tear a second before his cock filled me completely, driving me upward on my toes. His big body had me flattened against the car, dominating and possessing me as he moved his hard cock in and out of me with purpose. Those hard, unrelenting strokes were taking me higher than all the other times before. When I started crying out from the incredible pleasure that was so intense it bordered on pain, his free hand covered my mouth to conceal my moans. I was pretty sure his body was all that was holding me up.
Standing in the middle of a parking lot letting him fuck me so roughly was incredibly exhilarating. It was dark, and not many people were usually in the commuter lot this late during the weekend, but just the idea someone could come along and see us made it that much hotter.
"Do you think … he could fuck you ... better than me?" Dylan all but growled into my ear while pounding his cock into me. I shook my head vehemently as my honest response, since my mouth was still covered. There's no way sex with anyone could be better than it was with Dylan. I was inexperienced, not an idiot. And I had to say that my first encounter with angry make-up sex was incredible. "Goddamn right," he replied.
I panted against his hand as I felt the sudden tightening of my release. Letting my wrists go, Dylan's arm banded around my waist to keep me upright while my body trembled underneath his in wave after wave of ecstasy, until he stilled inside me.
"Wow," I said between gasps. The sex had been so good I was having aftershocks, and his cock was still pulsing semi-erect inside of me.
Both of Dylan's arms wrapped all the way around my waist, hugging me to him sweetly while we both caught our breath. His soft lips and unshaved scruff nuzzled against my neck, leaving light kisses.
For an instant I felt cared for, like I was more to him than a temporary fuck buddy, or someone he was just screwing as part of a deal. But I knew I could never compete with Megan, and I wasn't anything like the women Dylan wanted. You know, beautiful, skinny, and blonde. Now that they all knew he wasn't gay, he could have anyone he wanted. Which meant our deal was as good as over. I quickly blinked away the moisture in my eyes before I had to turn around and face him.
"You gonna stay with me tonight, Jules?" he asked, still breathing heavily against my ear.
"Um, I was just going to drop you off and then head back to my room."
I knew I had to start putting some space between us before I grew more attached to Dylan, and sleeping with him in his bed tonight wasn't going to help anything. Then there was the fact that I'd never spent the night with a man before. I didn't really want another first with Dylan that I'd never be able to forget when things ended between us.
"Please stay with me," he said, placing an open mouth kiss on my neck, and weakening my resolve. I tilted my head to give him better access, which his lips took full advantage of. "You're the only woman that's ever slept in my bed. It felt nice having you there beside me, gorgeously naked, smelling all good and keeping me warm. Being with you today has been so damn amazing, Jules. Just let me hold you tonight."
I squeezed my eyes shut after his admission that I was another first for him, and that he thought today had been amazing. I could hear the raw honesty and vulnerability in his words, and I couldn't resist. I'd give in and take whatever I could get from him before it was over. Before he went after the girls he wanted and started treating me like I was nothing more than his best friend's little sister again. I knew I'd never think of him the same. Not after knowing how incredible he could make me feel, even if it was only for a few days. I had to clear the lump in my throat before I could finally respond.
"I
didn't pack any pajamas."
He laughed, pulling his semi-erect cock out of me, and then lowered my dress to cover my ass. "That's a damn shame. If you don’t want to sleep naked, well, I guess I could let you wear one of my t-shirts."
"That'll work."
Dylan moved away, and after I heard his zipper go up, he turned me around to face him. He gave me a quick kiss and a smile before he started to walk around to the passenger side.
"Hey, Dylan? Do you mind driving? I had a cup of beer and now I'm a little light headed. I know, I know. I'm a light weight."
"Sure. You okay?" he asked. I nodded as I picked the keys up from where they'd fallen on the ground, and handed them to Dylan. It probably didn't help that I hadn't had anything to eat since a banana and cereal for breakfast, and he'd been wearing my body out for hours. Sitting down in my passenger seat was the last thing I remembered of the night.
Chapter Seven
An annoying song woke me up from a deep, peaceful sleep. It sounded sort of like Will Smith's “Getting' Jiggy with it.” Shit! That was the ridiculous ringtone I’d set for Will. Oh well, he could leave a message.
The song finally stopped, but a moment later it started right back up again, sounding like it was getting louder.
"Here, Jules," Dylan said groggily from beside me. He handed me the loud phone he must have gone and retrieved, before he fell back in bed and pulled me onto his chest. "It's your bastard brother, and that's the third time he's called."
"Hello?" I said, when I finally answered it. I looked down and noticed I was dressed in one of Dylan's soft, comfy gray t-shirts. It came down almost to my ankles, since I was curled up in the fetal position on him. Looking down his body closer, well, he was hopeful. He'd slept completely naked, but maybe that's how he always slept. Either way I definitely wasn’t complaining.
I couldn't remember how I even got back up to his apartment, although I did remember feeling his arms around me all night. I'd been Dylan's human teddy bear. No shit, every time he'd rolled over during the night he'd actually pulled my entire body with him, like I was nothing more than a stuffed animal.
"Where the hell are you?" Will yelled in my ear so loud I had to pull the phone away. That woke me up quicker than a pot of coffee. Even Dylan jerked in surprise, as his words could clearly be heard through the phone.
"In my room," I tried to say the words slowly and as convincingly as possible.
"Liar! I'm standing in your room with Stephanie. She's freaking out because she hasn't seen you since noon yesterday, and you never came home last night! She said you haven't answered any of her texts or calls either!"
"Oh."
"'Oh'? That's all you have to say for scaring the shit out of us? How about telling us where the fuck you are, Jules?" he asked again.
"None of your business."
"You're with some random asshole, aren't you? Damn it, I thought you had more respect for yourself than screwing someone you just met. What the hell are you thinking?"
Dylan had closed his eyes again, but was smiling as his hand rubbed up and down my spine, then down to my ass.
"What do you want, Will?" I huffed, trying and failing not to be bothered by him basically calling me a slut.
"Sorry I interrupted you while you're being a dumbass. I just came by to see if you wanted to get lunch and then head to Dylan's. We're all going over to watch the game this afternoon."
"To Dylan's?" I asked, and the man cracked one of his eyes open with a panicked expression.
"Yeah, he invited me, Caleb, Lauren, Tyler and Jess over to watch the Wildcats play at one. It's the first game of the season."
"Oh at one today?" I asked, and Dylan smacked himself in the forehead like he'd just remembered.
"Yeah. So do you want to come hang out with us or not?"
"Is Jess bringing the twins?" I asked.
He sighed noisily. "Yeah, probably."
I raised an eyebrow questioningly at Dylan, and he nodded. "Okay, then I wouldn't mind hanging out with the babies, Jess and Lauren."
"Alright, so head over around twelve or one. Whenever you can drag your sorry ass away from the jerk you're with," he huffed, making me laugh.
"You sure Dylan won't mind me crashing?" I asked with a smirk, making the "jerk" roll his eyes at me.
"No, of course he won't mind, but I'll call and give him a heads up that you're coming." Oh, he definitely knows when I'm coming. He's the one that's been making it happen.
"Okay, see ya then," I told him, then added, "And sorry I worried you." Will made an annoyed sound, then hung up on me.
I looked at the clock and saw it was already after eleven. I'd have to hurry up and leave to go to my room, so I could get ready to come back.
Dylan groaned and climbed out of bed again, probably looking for his phone. He came back into the bedroom and had just plopped back down, curling up around my back when it rang.
"Hey, Will," he answered, sounding more awake than he really was.
"Hey, you're not still fucking that girl from last night are you?" I heard my brother ask through the phone.
"Hell no. I got out of her place around two," Dylan lied.
"Did you at least get her name this time?" Will laughed. Talk about an unfair freaking double standard.
"Ah, yeah I think it was Allison. Or Amanda. Something like that."
"Damn, I hate you so much. I haven't gotten any in weeks," I heard Will say. I cringed at having to hear about his sex life. "Anyway, the reason I'm calling is to tell you I'm bringing the hot wings and a bucket of chicken because I’m starving. Oh, and to let you know I invited Jules over and she said she might come."
"Yeah, okay."
"Can you believe I just went to her dorm room this morning and she never came home last night? Even her roommate was shocked and said she'd never stayed out all night before."
"Damn," Dylan responded.
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to find out who the fucker is so we can have words with him. I will kick his ass if he knocks her up or ends up screwing with her until she loses her scholarship." I felt Dylan's body tense up at my brother's words.
"I'm sure she'll be alright. Jules wouldn't do anything so stupid." I don't know, screwing around with a guy you want and who you know wants someone else is pretty stupid.
"I hope not. Will you keep an eye on her at school? You know, just tell me if you see her with any assholes?"
"Yeah, and if so I'll run them off," Dylan said, as his hand caressed down the front of my body until it went up under his huge shirt. Since I wasn't wearing any panties his big, warm hand cupped me right against the flesh between my legs. I gasped, and tried to hold back my moan when he pressed his hips forward so that his hard cock poked my backside.
"Okay, thanks for looking out for her. I just figure she's going to end up getting hurt when she realizes the asshole only wants one thing from her."
"Yeah, I can understand that," Dylan responded. He didn't say Will was wrong, because he and I both knew that he wasn't.
"Yeah. You should be glad you're an only child," Will laughed. "I'll see you in a few."
"Alright. See ya," Dylan said, then ended the call. "You up for a quickie before you have to leave and come back?" he asked, and I couldn't help the melancholy I felt. He didn't waste any time proving Will's point. He hadn't even bothered with just lying and saying we were more, even if it wasn't true. I knew it, I just wished things were different.
Dylan kissed down my neck and his fingers penetrated me, helping me focus on the here and now, and how good it felt to be with him, despite having an expiration date.
"Yes," I finally responded to his question. "Let's review doggie style again," I told him, unsure if I could face him without my face betraying my emotions. He groaned as he raised his shirt that I was wearing and pulled it off of me, then climbed on top of my back, pressing my stomach into the mattress.
"Dylan?"
"Yeah?" he asked, while I rode his fingers with the weight of his body o
n top of me.
"Fuck me hard. So hard I'll feel you for days."
"You sure about that?" he stilled and asked, then I heard a condom wrapper tear open.
"Yes. Don't hold back."
I had a feeling this would be our last time together. After the party last night he was out, labeled as straight or at least bi, and he would move on now. I wanted everything he had to give. I knew he'd been careful and gentle with me all day yesterday.
"Alright. Get ready." I felt his hands grip and spread my thighs before he thrust into me hard, like I'd asked.
"Oh God!"
"Put your legs together," he said from above me, and I did as he ordered. When he pushed forward he was inside me so deeply, and I felt incredibly tight around him.
"Oh! Don't stop!" I told him, so he'd know I wasn't screaming in pain, only pleasure. Another thrust, and another scream left my mouth.
"This what you wanted?" he growled.
"Yes! Harder!" He pulled almost all the way out then rammed into me again. "God yes!"
Dylan grabbed both my hands and held them down with one of his above my head. His entire heavy body rode my smaller one, rocking forward and back, taking me while I screamed for more.
"You like it rough?" he asked.
"Yes!" I cried out in an almost sob. The pleasure inside me grew until I couldn't take any more. My orgasm slammed through me hard as Dylan kept fucking me. It felt so damn good, I didn't want this to be our last time. I didn't want it to end.
My heart was breaking as I came back down from the incredible orgasm. It was more than just sex with Dylan. This was no longer a silly, school girl crush. I didn't want him or lust after him simply because he was so freaking hot. I needed him - his humor, his kindness, his body, in a way that was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Just the thought of never having him hold me or kiss me or be intimate with me again caused a crushing ache inside me.
I gasped when understanding dawned on me, hitting me with the intensity of a freaking lightning bolt and stealing all of my breath. In just a few days I'd fallen hard and fast in love with Dylan, and he was only screwing me because of a stupid deal.
