Page 68 of Dirty Like Dylan
I exhaled… and he slid his hand down, between my legs.
My mouth dropped open. But I was hardly gonna stop him… It had been a while since a dude had been down there, and my clit was already pulsing with need. My pussy was swollen. All I wanted him to do was rub me, harder, faster, as his fingers whispered over the cotton of my panties, sliding deeper between my legs.
Holy hell…
What the fuck was happening?
I was so sure Ashley couldn’t stand me. But considering he now had his hand on my pussy, I was really starting to rethink that. Then he leaned in, his body almost touching mine, and I could feel his heat. He smelled like soap and clean clothes and man. And pineapple juice.
I wanted to suck on his mouth… but he leaned closer, nuzzling into my hair and skimming his lips down the side of my neck. He breathed in, and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. My pussy clenched.
Was he smelling me?
“Um… what happened last night, at the party?” I managed.
“Hmm?”
“You started being nice to me. Or at least… less hostile.” I was gripping the table behind me so hard I thought my knuckles might burst. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to touch him.
Was this all some cruel joke? Was he just messing with me?
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his voice low and rough, and his blue eyes met mine. “I can’t stand you.”
Then he kissed me—on the mouth.
My head spun as his lips slid over mine and he thrust his pierced tongue into me… making my body melt, even as the meaning behind his words tore through me in a hot wave of confusion…
Holy fuck…
Did this guy like me or not?
Was this amping up to be some kind of hate fuck situation?
And if so, did I care?
He pressed against me and I felt the stiff bulge in his tight jeans, hard against me. So, okay. He liked me that way.
But he wasn’t just trying to fuck me… Instead, he was caressing me between my legs, slowly, and he started licking and sucking his way down my neck.
“You stopped me when I tried to touch you,” I reminded him, breathless, as some innate sense of self-protection tried to slow this down. Just a bit…
“You were wasted,” he muttered against my skin. Then he suddenly turned me around, pushing me up against the table, his body pressing against my backside. He slipped my cardigan off my shoulders, and slowly down my arms… and dropped it aside on the floor. Somehow, his fingertips drifting down my arms as he undressed me was one of the most intensely arousing sensations I’d ever felt.
I swallowed as tingles raced all over my body.
Then he reached around in front of me, and I felt him pull my panties aside, exposing my pussy.
Oh, God…
I leaned on the table, my arms shaking, just trying not to collapse as the sensations overwhelmed me… as heat flooded me and my head got light. As I waited for him to touch me—my bare, needy flesh. “So… you didn’t want to take advantage…?” My voice was getting all wobbly and needy as he finally touched me—slicking his middle finger down toward my opening.
I was wet already. So wet.
“Just wanted to be sure you really wanted it…”
“Oh. Um… and now you’re sure?” I gasped as his finger slid into me.
He hissed in a breath between his teeth. “Fuck… you’re wet…” he growled. “So fucking soft…”