Page 91 of Dirty Like Dylan

And I wanted them both naked. Now.

I helped Dylan peel off his sweater and the T-shirt beneath. I drifted my hands over his sculpted chest, his washboard abs, feeling him for the first time, as he slid his hands up over my hips and waist. His thick pecs tensed beneath my touch. His skin was smooth and silky, hot beneath my fingertips.

I leaned in, flicking my tongue lightly over his taut nipple.

He groaned in response and buried his hands in my hair, as my heart beat erratically in my chest.

Then I glanced down and drifted my fingers over his jeans. I felt the stiff package of his cock pressing against the denim, flexing under my touch.

Ashley pressed up behind me, his chest brushing against the backs of my shoulders. I felt the soft fabric of his briefs, his stiff erection jabbing against the base of my spine. A shiver tore through me as he put his hands on my hips, holding me still, and pressed himself against me. He started kissing my neck just as Dylan cupped my breasts, and I moaned.

Dylan’s eyes were on my mouth as Ashley feasted on my neck. Dylan ran this thumbs over my hard nipples, and I bit my lip at the rush of pleasure. I was trying to unbutton his jeans with shaking fingers; I was so aroused, I was shaking all over, my breathing rough and uneven. I managed to peel his jeans open and shoved them down his thighs.

He stepped out of them, but before I could wrap my hand around his cock like I wanted to, Ashley turned me around to face him. He tipped my chin up with his knuckle and kissed me.

And his mouth felt new to me. Even with all the sex we’d had last night, we’d barely kissed on the mouth. Just that one time, before all the sex. It wasn’t intentional, more of a consequence of the positions we’d been doing it in. I didn’t even realize it until now, as I tasted his mouth, his soft lips… as the kiss deepened and I felt the piercing in his tongue. I was so lost in his kiss, as the smooth steel ball, warm from his mouth, sent tingles running all through me, I almost didn’t register that Dylan had dropped to his knees behind me… Until he grabbed my hips and tilted them, lifting my ass toward his face.

I felt his warm breath on my skin…

He laid his big, warm hands on my cheeks and spread me open. Then his tongue stroked deep between my legs as he started eating me out. His incredibly long, skillful tongue.

Oh… my… God.

Someone made a desperate little moaning sound. Pretty sure it was me.

“Yeah, Amber… Fuck, she tastes good…” Dylan mumbled, in a lust-hazed, blissed-out voice, as he made out with my pussy. Passionately.

Was there, indeed, a God?

And had I done something to make Him or Her spectacularly happy?

Because that was the only explanation I could think of for what was happening to me right now.

I kissed Ashley harder, deeper, grabbing his face and pulling him to me. His hands slid up to my breasts and squeezed, his hot body pressing against mine, his long, hard dick digging into my stomach. I was moaning, groaning uncontrollably into his mouth as Dylan lapped my clit. He gripped my ass harder, his fingers digging into me, and sucked on my pussy until I was dripping wet, even as Ashley plundered my mouth.

I was in the middle of the most erotic experience I’d ever had—maybe ever would have—and my head was reeling. The whole room seemed to be spinning.

I clung to Ashley, certain I would fall over if I didn’t. There seemed to be no blood in my legs. My knees felt wobbly and I was breathing in shuddering, shaking breaths, gasping for oxygen in-between kisses… and I never, ever wanted it to end.

But then it did end.

Dylan kissed his way up my butt cheek with warm, sucking kisses, then drifted his tongue up my spine as he stood. He brushed my hair off the back of my neck with his knuckles, sending tingles straight to my clit, and started kissing my neck. Then he placed his hands on my waist and pressed himself up against my backside. I felt his balls, firm and heavy, pressed right up against the base of my spine, and his long, hard cock…

He was bare.

He’d lost his underwear and was now naked, pushed up against me. I groaned into Ashley’s kisses. Dylan’s tongue did some crazy thing to the base of my neck, right where it met my shoulder, and I shuddered as he licked me, my body overflowing with want. I was so hot, pressed between them, I was sweating. My hands shook as I dug them into Ashley’s hair… as his hand ran down my body and in-between my legs.

He drifted his fingertip over my clit, drawing a couple of tight, teasing circles, then slid his finger deeper… and right up inside me.

I was sopping wet, and he growled into my mouth as he started fucking me with his finger.

Then he slid a second finger inside me, and a third. I gasped as he stretched me, clawing at his shoulders to keep from collapsing as I broke our kiss. I threw my head back, against Dylan’s chest, and he pressed his lips to my temple. He was holding me up now; he’d slipped one arm around my waist and held me as Ashley screwed me with his fingers.

And holy shit… was that his pinky? Where the hell was that going—?

“Oh, God…” I pushed up onto my toes as Ashley shoved a fourth finger inside me. He fucked me with his whole hand except his thumb, which was massaging my clit, as I twisted and writhed in Dylan’s arms.

“Dylan’s big,” Ashley breathed in my ear—and my brain blew apart. I couldn’t scrape my thoughts off the insides of my skull to pull together any kind of coherent reaction, except… Holy. Fucking. Hell.