Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(50)

Oh, holy mother of…!

She was too turned on to be embarrassed by the idea, so without conscious thought, she scooted forward until she was poised directly above his head, his warm breath fanning the insides of her thighs.

“How much do you like these panties?” Dylan asked.

Confused for a moment, Sarah tried to process his question. Then it no longer mattered because he gripped the thin lacey strip around her hips and tore them right off her body.

Why that was so damn sexy, she didn’t know, but she moaned.

“Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, Sarah.”

His words were drowned out by the sounds of her panting breaths and cries of pleasure as his tongue dipped into her folds, grazing her clit before venturing lower. The sensual onslaught made her woozy, her chest rising and falling as she fought to suck in air, trying to remember to breathe. It was too much. Way too much.

“Dylan!” she cried out the moment his lips wrapped around her oversensitive clit, suckling her until the ripple of an orgasm turned into an overwhelming churn, crashing through her. As she rode the waves, Dylan didn’t let up, continuing to drive her mad, sending her higher and higher until she shattered once again, free-falling into the abyss.

She was vaguely aware of Dylan shifting her, the mattress at her back, his strong hands sliding over her skin. He didn’t even give her time to come to her senses before he was over her, his mouth melding to hers. She tasted herself on his lips, and that only fanned the flames again. She fought to get his shirt off, jerking until he was helping her.

“Jeans off,” she demanded.

His eyes glittered as he propelled himself off the bed. Sarah watched as he tugged off his boots, then shucked his jeans after retrieving a condom from his wallet. Sweet mercy. The man… Clothed, Dylan Thomas was sexy, but naked... Holy crap. She ogled every glorious inch of him. The hard planes of his chest, the muscles in his arms, the narrow taper of his waist, and his thick cock bobbing eagerly. She heard the rustle of the condom, and she was suddenly glad he’d come prepared, because she wasn’t sure she could handle the repercussions if he hadn’t. She needed him so badly her body ached to feel him.

All thought of exploring him slowly fled as he crawled back over her. Sarah ran her palms over the muscles of his back, her hips thrusting upward as though that would encourage him to move faster.

“You want this?” Dylan asked, his voice a low, sensual growl.

“So much,” she whispered back.

“Then open your eyes.”

Sarah hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. When she forced her eyelids open, she found him hovering directly above her, his body propped on his forearms. She felt every inch of him touching her.

“Put your legs around my hips,” he instructed softly.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly, she grasped his hips with her thighs, feeling the rigid length of his erection nudging at her entrance.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Dylan said, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. “Not once.”

Nodding in understanding, Sarah raked her fingernails along his skin, relishing the growl that rumbled up from his chest.

His hips shifted and she felt the head of his cock pushing into her. To her dismay, he didn’t slam into her. No, Dylan tortured her with a sensual, slow pace while he continued to watch her, their eyes locked together as he claimed her body with his.

“Sarah.”

There was a reverence in his tone that made her briefly wonder where this was taking them. Though she’d been all for the explosive sexual romp they’d had years ago, this was so much more than that.

“Fuck,” Dylan groaned. “You feel so good.”

He was filling her, stretching her, igniting all the dormant nerve endings that had gone unused for years, and she needed more. Jerking her hips, trying to lodge him in deeper, Sarah huffed when he pulled his hips back.

His strained chuckle made her smile, despite the fact he was driving her to madness.

“More,” she pleaded.

“Tell me,” Dylan encouraged.

Sarah wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, but her body was aching for the pleasure only he could bring her, so she didn’t falter when she said, “I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

His eyes flashed, something dark and possessive that sent a shiver of need racing down her spine.

Then Dylan shifted his arm so that he was resting on it while one hand reached for the metal headboard attached to the wall. Then he slammed forward, using the driving force of his hips coupled with the pull of his arm so that he was impaling her deeper. He never pulled out, never withdrew completely, but he managed to fuck her so perfectly Sarah knew she would never be the same.

And for now, she didn’t even care.





chapter TWELVE

THE ONLY THING DYLAN FELT was the glorious way Sarah’s body hugged his. Her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, her pussy gripping his cock. It was heaven and hell. The pleasure was so intense he didn’t want it to end, but the urge to come was blinding him, making him delirious.

Rolling his hips forward, then back, Dylan continued to glide through her slickness, the smooth walls of her pussy stroking him, squeezing him. He savored every sexy moan, the bite of her fingernails raking down his back, the seductive glimmer in her eyes as she stared back at him.