Page 70 of Dirty Like Dylan

In my lust haze, as I wriggled against him and tried to figure out the answer to that intriguing question, I dimly realized that I’d almost forgotten about Dylan.

And the fact that this was a bad move.

Because what if Dylan, like Ashley, also enjoyed the pussy?

What if they were both into women, and I was ruining my chance at ever—

Ashley thrust into me and my mind blanked out.

As he held me down with one hand on my back and the other gripping my hip, he said, “That’s good… don’t move,” his voice tight and rough. Then he fucked me in a quick, forceful rhythm that had his definitely-pierced dick stimulating the amazing spot in the front wall of my pussy.

The spot that had me quivering from the inside-out… shuddering and shaking on the quickly-mounting verge of an all-over orgasm…

My panties hadn’t even come off.

And I didn’t move. I just took what he gave, moaning beneath him as he fucked me against the table. Clearly, the man knew what he was doing. He already had me on the edge, about to fall…

I didn’t move… but I did look up. I looked at Dylan.

That beautiful photo I’d taken of him was still there on the laptop screen. I could hardly ignore it. It was inches from my face, lit up in the near-darkness.

His sculpted body slick and wet, his nipples pricked against the cold… and there was definitely a thick bulge in the front of the towel where his cock pressed against it.

Ashley rode me, ramming into me, his piercing doing some fucking crazy shit inside me as his balls slapped against my clit… until I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore and I came with a gasping, shuddering scream.

The entire time, I was staring at that photo.

And when Ashley came with a grunt and a groan, ramming into me and shuddering against me, his dick jerking inside me… I couldn’t help wondering: Was he looking at it, too?

* * *

“Let’s do that again,” I said, in the dark of Ashley’s dining room, as we both righted our clothes, shakily. I already wanted him to fuck me again. The split second I came back to Earth from planet Orgasm, I wanted him inside me again.

When you hadn’t been laid in as long as I hadn’t been—like almost a year—one fuck was just a tease.

I needed more.

And Ashley didn’t exactly object.

This time, though, I ended up on my knees in front of him. And while I was there, I was no longer thinking about Dylan.

But I only realized that afterward.

On my knees at Ashley’s feet, all I wanted was his big, hard dick in my mouth. He was long and yes, he was pierced. I’d never been with a guy who was pierced there before, but how different could it be? I tongued the smooth steel balls of the barbell that ran through the underside of his glans and sucked on his head a lot, which made him crazy. He could barely stand still and he was breathing heavy, groaning.

And he was hard as rock.

All good signs…

I took my time, because I loved giving head. But I was hungry, too, and zealous as hell.

I deep-throated him a bit, which took him by surprise. He swore and stumbled, before widening his stance and digging his hands into my hair. The squeeze of my throat around his swollen head, his piercing rubbing the back of my tongue… it was crazy-erotic, but I was pretty good at not gagging. I’d just always loved sucking cock… experiencing a man’s arousal and pleasure in that intimate way. The feel and the taste and the smell of him…

Since we’d already had sex, he tasted like his own come. The latex taste didn’t even bother me, once I got going.

And once I got going… all I wanted was Ashley Player coming in my face. It wasn’t even that I needed to come again. What I needed was to see him come, up close.

His hands squeezed in my hair and he growled, low in his throat, right before he let go. I gripped the base of his cock with my hand and sucked him deep as he came. I swallowed most of it. Then I pulled away and finished him off with my hands. He shuddered at my touch, gasping, his cock flexing in my grip as his orgasm finished.