Page 59 of Fueled Hate

“Don’t leave me, Sadie.” His words are soft and slurred as his arm hugs me closer.

“You’re drunk.” I’m not upset, just surprised. It doesn’t seem like something Dylan would do. That would relinquish his control.

“Mh-hmm. Bryce said I was being an intolerable little bitch and that I should apologize.”

Yep. He’s really drunk.

“I’m sure he’s over it,” I say, knowing exactly what Bryce meant.

“He’s not the one I need to beg for forgiveness. The one I’ll have to keep asking for mercy.” Dylan feathers a soft kiss on my shoulder as I turn to look back at him. Even in the dark room, I can see how glassy his eyes are.

“Go to sleep, Dylan.”

“I tried. Willow let me in, so I crashed on the couch. But I couldn’t sleep out there, knowing you were in here.” He hovers over me, propping up on his elbow as the palm of his other hand gently cups my cheek. There’s just enough of his weight on me to press my back into the mattress—he’s not heavy, but I like that his body has me pinned against the bed. His thumb brushes beneath my eye as he whispers, “Will you ever forgive me … let me in? Or is it too late?”

“It’s fine.” I attempt to keep my voice steady, but my words die out when his thumb brushes across my lips.

“Stop saying that. Nothing is fine.” His somber words pull at my heart, but I can’t bring myself to tell him everything will be okay because I’m not so sure myself.

“Fine. We can talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober. You’ll probably change your mind before then anyway.” And that will hurt even more.

His eyes snap shut before slowly opening. “I won’t feel any differently in the morning. I’ll find some way to screw things up, but I’ll always want you. I wanted you so bad this morning when you walked out of this bedroom. I wanted to lick right here,” he says, trailing his finger along my collarbone. “And here …” He smooths his finger over the swell of my breast before dropping his hand to grip my thigh, his hips rocking against me as he hooks my leg over his hip. “Then I wanted to peel those damn shorts off with my teeth and devour you with my tongue.”

There’s no way the act can be any better than the vivid picture he’s painting in my mind. “Dylan …”

“I want to be the first who does it. Tell me that no one has ever licked you, tasted your pussy. And if someone has, don’t say anything … because I can’t stand the thought of anyone experiencing you. I need you all to myself.”

I’ve only ever had sex with Kyle and that was all we did. No foreplay, very little kissing. Maybe that’s why I’d never felt comfortable enough with him to try oral sex. Nothing else felt right, so why would something that seemed just as intimate—if not more—be appealing? Kyle only asked for head a few times, making it clear that if he didn’t get a blow job there was no chance of him going down on me. “No. No one has ever done it.”

He lets out a throaty moan, cussing under his breath as he pushes his hard cock against the thin material of my underwear. “Do you want me to be the first?”

“Yes, but …” How do I say this? “I’ve never done it to anyone either.”

His face tightens as he picks up on my meaning. “I’m not expecting anything in return.”

I clumsily nod, biting the inside of my cheek.

Dylan strokes his finger over my lips. “Sadie, I’m not going to ask you to do anything for me afterwards. This is only about you.”

“Okay,” I whisper. He doesn’t make a move, and I almost think he’s changed his mind until he slowly lowers his mouth to mine, tenderly kissing me. Reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, he pulls it over my head one-handed, discarding it to the floor, before effortlessly—really, he barely moved so it seemed to practically disappear—removing his own shirt. After tossing it to the floor, he moves over me, his chest pressed against mine, his tongue patiently exploring my mouth. I taste the liquor on him, and surprisingly, it fuels my desire to taste more of him. But I can’t focus on anything other than his hand smoothing down my side. His tongue trailing over my collarbone before moving down my chest. That demanding tongue follows the same path his finger had when he said exactly what he’d wanted to do to me after I’d walked out in a simple tank top and shorts. The images he filled my mind with are now playing out. Depositing kisses down to my stomach, I suck in a breath as he pulls down my underwear. His eyes dart up to mine with a yearning I feel in every part of my body. Settling between my thighs, his eyes take in my exposed body that’s sprawled out before him—I’m his to devour.

Feathering kisses on my inner thigh, one hand grips my outer thigh while his other hand trails up my inner thigh before slipping his fingers inside me as his tongue licks my clit, teasing and sucking. Unbidden, my hand grips his hair, my hips instinctively grinding against his mouth.

A sexy laugh vibrates against my pussy as his tongue works its magic, his fingers pumping inside me. My back arches off the bed, craving more and also needing to retreat from the incredible, overwhelming sensation. But retreat isn’t an option; I need him to continue like I need air to breathe. Sensing exactly what I crave, Dylan delivers a relief to my frenzied peak, the orgasm flowing intensely through me as he slows his tongue, languorously licking as he pulls his fingers out of me. Gripping my thigh, he licks my clit, moving lower as I lie there, savoring the feeling flowing through me. I can’t believe that that felt even better than the last orgasm he’d given me. I hadn’t thought that one could be topped, it was so good.

He slowly kisses his way up my stomach and chest before returning his mouth to mine, lustfully kissing me while my hands grip his sides. He goes to move off me, but I hold him in place.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he says, licking his tongue across my lips. “I’ll be right back.”

Carefully climbing off me, he’s barely gotten his feet beneath him, standing beside the bed, when I grab his bicep. “Wait.”

I sit up on the edge of the bed, straddling his legs between mine as I reach to unbutton his jeans. His hand covers mine. “Sadie, it wasn’t a line. I don’t expect anything in return.”

“What if I want to?”

Groaning, he threads his fingers in my hair, bending to meet my mouth with his. “I’m not going to stop you.”

My fingers fumble with his buttons, but I undo his jeans and push them down, where they pool at his ankles. He kicks them off as I drop to my knees, stroking my hand over his cock. I look up to him, slowly licking the smooth skin of his dick. I feel him tense, his hand gripping my hair as he watches me. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m so thankful I waited for him.