Dylan slides into me inch by inch, filling me until I gasp. He stares at me—and it’s then I realize we did this all wrong.
“I should be on top. Your arm,” I say.
He looks at his arm as though he has no idea what I’m talking about. “Shit, you’re right.”
He slides out of me, and I groan from missing him so much. The shower was some hella foreplay. I need him. Maybe after the first time, my girly parts will have more patience.
“I guess you get to ride me.” He smirks and lies back on my bed, his head on my pillows, one arm outstretched and reaching for me.
Suddenly, I’m self-conscious. I’ve never ridden anyone. I’ve watched porn, but the fact that’s all I have to go on is pathetic and not something I’m about to share, no matter how much I trust Dylan with my secrets.
“Are you fantasizing about cowboys?” He laughs, waiting for me.
Well, if I’m not going to tell him, it’s time to hop on. I swing one leg over to straddle him.
“Put me in you.” His attention is focused on the space between our groins.
Just imagine your dildos, Rian. You totally have this. I grab his base, inching up and positioning him at my opening before sinking down on his hard length.
The fact that his head is arched back with his eyes shut says I’m doing something right.
“We’ll definitely be doing this when I have use of both my arms.” His good hand molds to my hip.
I rock a little as his fingertips push into my skin. He smiles at me and my hands land on his chest, my gaze pouring over his tattoos to get my mind off of what I’m doing.
“Just go on feeling,” he whispers.
My eyes shoot to his. He knows. Of course he does. You’ve lived across from him for years and he’s never once seen you bring a guy home. I rock deeper, opening my legs farther.
He groans, his fingertips tightening on my hipbone. “There you go.”
His hand ventures off my hip to my breast. He squeezes it and runs his thumb over my puckered nipple. I pause for a moment without him directing me, but the more aroused I become, the more I chase my orgasm and the thoughts about whether I’m doing it right or not are thrown out the window.
His hips raise up off the mattress, pushing him deeper inside me. The way he’s stretching me isn’t painful; it feels sinful and I’ll never tire of this feeling. I slide up and down on him, my hands digging into his chest for stability. He’s perfect.
My orgasm climbs, but I push it back because I don’t want this moment to end. I want to feel like this for the rest of my life. The closeness of today, his hands scanning every inch of my body, his lust-filled eyes staring at me as though I’m the only woman who could ever satisfy him. It’s all too much and I’m flooded by desire ripping through my body.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he says, his eyes lazily closing for a moment. “I want to tear off my cast to drill inside you until I can’t see straight.”
He manipulates my tit, pinching my nipple, and the dam I built around my orgasm collapses. I cry out as the waves of my climax crest over me. Dylan’s hand moves to my hip and he pumps inside me from below, finding his own release with a growl and my name on his lips.
I roll off him, lying on the mattress until he seeps out of me. “I’ll be right back,” I say and shoot out the door to the bathroom.
I’m not in there longer than a minute when Dylan knocks on the door. “You okay?”
The concern in his voice warms my heart. “Yes. Just cleaning up.”
I finish, flush the toilet, and wash my hands before opening the door to a still-naked Dylan.
He walks into the bathroom, pressing me to the bathroom counter. “I would have cleaned you.”
I laugh. “Well, it took me a little by surprise.”
“Yeah, I forgot that it would get messy. Which means…” He kisses me briefly and moves to the tub. “We need to take that bath now. Soothe all those parts I’m not done with yet.”
I smile. “I think I have some bubble bath.”
A half hour later, Dylan drains some of the water and runs the tap to add more hot water to the tub. I’m across from him, our legs tangled, our hands entwined. I can’t help looking at all his tattoos again.
“Have you thought of my tattoo yet?” I ask.
A mischievous smile arises on his gorgeous face. “I have.”
“Can you tell me what it is?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“After the cast is off, you’ll sketch it though?”
He shrugs. “You let me know when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
He nods and I know he’s hiding something, but I have no idea what it could be. “You’ve got at least five more weeks.”
He stares at me so long, I look away.
“Come here,” he says. I slide so that my back is to his chest and he nuzzles his face into my neck, securing the one arm he can get wet around me, the other in plastic propped up on the side of the tub. “Have you finished that math problem yet?”
“No, but I’m getting close.”
“That’s my girl.” He kisses my ear, his tongue twirling around the lobe. “I’m not sure you’re going to get to work on it for a while though.”
“Why is that?” I look at him over my shoulder.
“Because I have a lot of masturbation material and I want to make live footage with you.”
I turn around fully and he takes the opportunity to get me to straddle him. “You masturbated to me?”
Stop looking for affirmation.
He laughs. “Are you kidding me? I’ve been masturbating to you since the first day we met.”
“You’re lying. That’s a way to save face. You probably masturbated to Blanca and Sierra too.”
He says nothing for a moment. “Truth is, I never did. I can’t really say why. Maybe Sierra scares me a little and by the time I met Blanca, you were a permanent part of my highlight reel.”
“Now I feel giddy and it shouldn’t matter, but…” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “I’m flattered.”
He holds me to him. “Wait to be flattered until you find out what we were doing.”
“I think bath time is over.” I pull the drain plug.
He chuckles, and I step out of the bath then help him. We remove the bag then dry off with the towels from earlier.
“We’ve gotten entirely too wet tonight. I’m turning into a prune.” I walk in front of him to the bedroom.
“Oh, I haven’t gotten you nearly as wet as I want you yet.”
I’m not sure I’ll ever grow tired of the dirty things he says to me. He’s so open about how much he wants me physically. I wonder where that comes from when he’s so insecure about showing any vulnerability. Maybe he views sex and relationships differently.
We get back to my bed and I pick up the condoms. “So we’re just not going to use these?”
He picks them up and tosses them on the floor. I guess that answers that.
“Me on top again?” I ask.
“Yeah, but are you up for trying something?”
I nod.