I shiver at the movement, and God, I have so many itches, I don’t know what to do with them all. “I’m…” I start to say.
But before I can finish the statement, Dylan leans forward, his hand flattens against my back, and he pulls me toward him. His soft, full lips land straight on mine, and I know—and so does he—I’m a big fat liar.
10
DYLAN
Rosie leans into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She digs her fingers into my hair as her mouth opens, tasting me. The softness of her tongue and the sharpness of her nails make every hair on my body stand on end as if they’re trying to get closer to her.
I slide my hand down to her ass, loving the roundness of her cheek and the perfect way it fits in my palm. Her breasts press against my chest as our bodies connect in every way that’s important and possible in this position.
She moans as she kisses me deeper and harder than before, grinding against my dick with such force, I have to think about anything other than fucking her or I’ll explode. I slide my hand up her back and under her T-shirt before finding the edge of her lace bra with my fingertips. She doesn’t stop me but whimpers with pleasure as my fingers swipe across her nipples, finding them stiff and needy.
I groan my pleasure or maybe displeasure at the fact that we’re still clothed and she’s riding me like girls used to do in middle school.
Her breathing picks up as her moans grow louder, flowing from her mouth into mine. I’m getting a glimpse of the wildness in her as she rides my cock, rubbing the denim into my flesh, and I love every fucking minute of it.
She gasps and bucks as her breathing falters, and her lips clamp down on my tongue like she’s trying to devour me whole. I tweak her nipple, tugging on it hard enough to send the right amount of pleasure through her, no doubt meeting the orgasm she’s giving herself.
Just as suddenly as her pleasure comes, it goes. She pushes back, staring down at me with wide eyes. One hand moves to her mouth, touching her lips. “I… Um… That was…”
I smile, loving the pinkness of her cheeks and the puffiness of her lips that my body put there. “Babe, don’t say anything,” I tell her, dropping my hand from her breast and down onto her leg.
Her eyes don’t lose their roundness as she gawks at me, her mouth opening and closing. “But I…” She shakes her head, pulling in a deep, ragged breath. “We shouldn’t have…”
I raise a hand, stopping her from apologizing or making excuses. “You get what you needed?”
“Well…” She swallows as her fingertip skates across her bottom lip.
“You came, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she whispers before placing her hands over her eyes, covering almost her entire face. “Oh God.”
“Babe.”
“Oh fuck,” she hisses. “No. No. This couldn’t… We couldn’t…”
“We can, and you did, babe,” I say and somehow hold back any hint of laughter from my voice.
She spreads her fingers, glaring at me through the cracks. “Shut up.” Her body is off mine and, a second later, pacing across the floor. “That didn’t happen.”
I glance down at the outline of my cock, which is wet from her pleasure soaking through her leggings and onto me. “Looks like it did.”
Her gaze dips, taking in what she did and left behind before she crumples over, holding her face again. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” she groans.
“Nothing, Ro. You were fucking spectacular. A real wildcat, taking what you wanted. I dig.”
Her back stiffens as she stands back up, glaring at me. “You do not dig,” she says, emphasizing the last word. “That was not fucking spectacular. That was a mistake—and an embarrassing one at that. If you tell anyone…”
I raise an eyebrow, my smug smile growing bigger. “You’ll what?”
She extends her arm, pointing her finger at me. “I’ll…” She huffs and pauses. “I’ll…”
I move, climbing to my feet and stalking toward her, grabbing her by the back of the neck when I get close. “Baby, I don’t kiss and tell. What happens here stays here, and it will every time it happens, too.”
She stares at me, her teeth moving against her bottom lip before her eyes narrow. “It’ll never happen again.”
I let out a little laugh. “Just like you didn’t have an itch, which I did, in fact, just scratch.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Whatever you say, wildcat.” I lean over, bringing our faces an inch apart. “Lie to yourself all you want, but I know what happened, and I felt the world shift. I take back what I said before.”
She blinks as her lips part, and her breathing is fast and shallow. “What you said before?”
I study her face, gazing into her blue eyes that are filled with passion and doubt. “This isn’t a game to me. I’m not going to be your bait. I tasted your sweetness. Had an ounce of the goodness and softness of you. Don’t want to give that up now. I’ll give you time, but in the end, I know who you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she says softly.
“It’ll sink in soon enough. Let’s get you flat on your back.” The redness in her eyes has started to change, and the swelling has gotten worse in a short time.
She pushes me away with one quick blow to the chest. “I’m not letting you fuck me.”
I shake my head, laughing, as she raises her chin, glaring at me. “Wildcat,” I say, reaching for her.
“No.” She steps back and away from me. “I appreciate your help tonight.”
“With the guy or the orgasm?”
Her eyes damn near bug out of her head. She marches forward, poking me again with that finger. “You…”
I don’t let her get another word out before I scoop her up, throwing her over my shoulder as she bucks and screams some bullshit, totally not understanding what’s about to happen.
“Shut it, Ro,” I tell her, giving her bottom a playful swat.
The door to a bedroom opens, and her twin sister pops her head out. “You good?” she asks.
I stop moving down the hallway, turning to face her. “Right as rain. Laying her down to keep ice on her face before it gets worse.”
She nods. “Works for me.”
“Luna,” Rosie screeches, pawing at my ass. “Help me.”
“Looks like you’re in good hands,” Luna replies, giving me a sly wink.
Her response earns her a chin lift from me before I continue to the other bedroom, which is covered in pink like a bottle of Pepto exploded inside. “Down you go,” I say, placing her on the bed, missing her weight and warmth. “Keep your ass here while I get ice.”
She tilts her head, scrunching her face up. “You’re not going to…”
She looks so cute and innocent, sitting on the end of her bed, knees locked tightly together. Her dirty-blond hair is messy, lips puffy, face still pink from pleasure. Her tits are almost spilling out of her shirt, making me test the limits of my self-control.
“Wildcat, your face needs ice more than my cock needs pussy.”