Page 92 of Dirty Like Dylan

Dylan was going to fuck me.

And Ashley was getting me ready for it.

Because apparently, Dylan had a huge cock—bigger, even, than I’d thought?—and my head was gonna explode.

I felt Dylan shift behind me, drawing me towards the bed as Ashley’s fingers suddenly slid away. I didn’t remember walking there, or my feet hitting the ground. I somehow remained upright, but the two of them took me there, laying me out in the middle of the bed. I was dimly aware that Dylan was rolling on a condom as Ashley kissed his way down my body. Then Dylan was moving in, prowling in like the leopard he was, the muscles in his shoulders working as he crawled up over me, and Ashley shifted aside.

I glanced down. I saw Dylan’s cock, hard and ready. And yes, he was huge, but I couldn’t even process that. All I could think about was pulling him to me so I could feel all his gorgeous, smooth skin against mine. I wanted to be smothered by his heat, his smell…

Then Ashley drifted his fingers lightly down my arm—and I closed my eyes, suddenly overwhelmed. I wrapped my legs around Dylan’s hips as he lowered himself over me. Ashley’s hand continued down and then he lifted my hand, drawing it toward him. He lay my hand on his cock. I felt his hard shaft, steely and silky and hot under my palm.

“Open your eyes, Amber.”

I heard Dylan’s voice, so close above me, felt his breath on my face, but it took me a moment to process his words. When my eyes drifted open, he was there, his green-gold eyes locked on mine.

And I almost couldn’t take it.

I drew a shaky breath.

I glanced down at my hand in Ashley’s lap. He was stretched out beside us, tilted a bit on his hip to face us and settled back against the pillows. Watching.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling how hard he was as he pulsed in my grip… as Dylan ran the head of his cock down between my legs and pleasure rushed through me. Dylan’s cock felt slippery against my pussy from my own wetness, and he groaned a little in the back of his throat. I shifted beneath him, undulating my hips, unable to keep still. Fucking dying for him to fuck me—and put an end to this overwhelming want.

I looked at his face, at the tension written all over his beautiful features. The lust he felt, as desperately as I did. His eyelids lowered slightly, his pupils wide and dark. His lips parted as he shifted his hips… and he thrust into me with a low groan.

My head rocked back as the feeling smashed through me. As he filled me, deep. As he pulled back out and then thrust in again. He rocked into me a few more times, finding room for himself. He was long and thick and I felt it to the tips of my fingernails. My toes tingled. My nipples ached as his chest brushed mine.

When he was fully inside me, he paused. I met his eyes again as he lowered his body carefully over me. His arms seemed to be shaking a bit. Maybe he was holding himself back.

He kissed my face, my neck, as he fucked me in a slow, hot rhythm that set my body aflame, one delicious spark at a time. His groin pounded against my clit, the head of his cock seeming to batter my womb, sending shivers of hot-cold through me. My whole body was going haywire, struggling to just keep up, to register everything I was feeling.

I squeezed Ashley’s cock every time a new sensation hit me, or the pleasure rushed through me, so intense… as Dylan fucked me closer and closer to orgasm. I tried not to forget Ashley was here as Dylan took over my body. I stroked him up and down, squeezing the head of his cock and running my thumb over his piercing, listening to his harsh breaths.

“You want to come, Amber?” Dylan choked out in a rough, lust-drunk voice, “or do you want to save that for Ash…?”

Oh, God. I hadn’t even thought about that. Who I was gonna come with, or when or how.

Did I have to make decisions like that right now?

“Make her come.”

No. I didn’t have to make decisions like that. Because Ashley answered for me.

And Dylan didn’t ask again.

He kissed me, his tongue filling my mouth, his taste flooding my senses, his smell and his warmth and his weight overwhelming me again… the rhythm of his cock invading me, his body thrusting against my clit as he possessed me. I kissed him back, my head spinning, my toes tingling, and every part of me dazzlingly, frantically alive… as I rode the wave of pleasure that he just kept driving higher and higher and higher… until it finally smashed apart.

I cried out into his mouth and he tore himself away, letting me breathe. I gasped and clung to him as the pleasure ripped through me… distantly aware that Ashley had put his hand over mine on his cock; slowing me down. Maybe I was about to make him come.

Or maybe we were.

I heard him hiss out a breath between his teeth.

Dylan kept fucking me, slow and rough, rocking my body as the orgasm pulsed through me. I felt him breathing with me. I felt his body tense, saw the change in his face when I looked up at him. I heard the groan catch in the back of his throat, shifting into a growl as his hips rammed against me and he came.

I squeezed him closer with my thighs, brushing kisses all over his face as he sank against me. Kisses on his full lips as he breathed raggedly. On his cheeks and his chin and his strong, stubbled jaw. He pressed into me a few more times as his cock jerked, and I felt him inside me like I’d never felt another man.

I’d never had a man this size inside of me.