Page 18 of Betting on her Best Friend
Oh yeah, she’d almost forgotten. All she had to do was call a “red light” and everything would stop.
Everything stops. For good. So be damn sure it’s what you really want.
Call it, Alyssa. This is nothing short of pure insanity. It’s bad enough how far you let this go. Call it!
Alyssa opened her mouth, ready to end their twisted adult version of their childhood game… But nothing came out. Something held her back. She wanted to chalk it up to a starved sex drive or her innate curiosity as to how the night would play out or even a combination of both.
What she didn’t want to admit was the underlying sense of rightness that came with Dylan touching her so intimately, as though everyone else had been mere stand-ins for the real thing: him.
“Then we’re on the same page,” he said. “Green light stands.”
Alyssa couldn’t have responded if she’d wanted to. Thick fingers returned to her swollen core, pushing aside her thong and probing her deep. Her moan was as much from pleasure as it was from frustration. She’d have to be crazy to want him to stop. This time or any other, if this is the kind of magic he worked on her.
But this was Dylan. The last thing she wanted was for things to be awkward or complicated. If they did this, Alyssa didn’t think she’d be able to act cavalier when he continued his trysts with other women. The idea of being part of a harem didn’t sit well with her.
On the other hand, she thought as his lips trailed kisses down her belly and over her mons, he never said she couldn’t use the red light later if she wanted. They’d already crossed a very big line. It’s not like stopping now would alleviate any potential embarrassment. So, along those lines, maybe she should let go just this once and enjoy the ride. Pun intended.
Dylan sat back on his heels, lowered his chest to the bed, and as his eyes burned into her, he held the scrap of silk aside and laved a wide path through her wet folds. She inhaled sharply and her hips bucked off the bed of their own volition from the bolt of lightning that shot straight through her and fried half her brain cells.
“How’s that for nice?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Oh, shit. Apparently, she was about to become intimately acquainted with the Mr. Hyde version of sweet, easygoing Dylan Aleksander.
Using one large hand to anchor her hips to the mattress, he used the fingers of his free hand to tease through her as his tongue worked her sensitive clit. Flicking, licking, sucking. Petting, stroking, tugging. She wanted to rock into him, clutch fists of his hair, and hold him against her. But all she could do was arch her back and turn her head back and forth between her upstretched arms.
Her brain and body got their signals crossed and she couldn’t make sense of anything. Even with all the pleasure she still felt empty, her channel clenching on nothing but air. It was too much and not enough. She wanted him to stop, to move on, to take things to the next level before this level killed her.
“Please,” she said, practically trembling. “I can’t take it anymore. I need…I need you inside of me.”
He let out a mix of a growl and groan that hummed vibrations through her swollen nub and caused her to make a similar sound. Finally, he gave her a reprieve and lifted up to untie the strip that held her bound hands to the bed.
As though drawn by an unseen force, her hands reached down and closed around his hot length. But he hissed in a breath and snatched them away before she had the chance to explore and revel in her discoveries.
Worried she’d somehow hurt him, she glanced up and offered a quick apology. “I just wanted to touch you.”
Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her. Every stroke of his tongue lessened her concern until she finally relaxed into the kiss and matched him need for need. It was some time later when he at last broke away, allowing them to drag much needed air into their lungs.
“Believe me, I want your hands on me more than anything,” he said with a sly grin. “But I won’t last more than five seconds if you so much as attempt to give me a handjob, much less anything else.”
“Oh…” If she’d been gifted with the instinct for flirting like most women, she would have come up with a sexy retort for that. As it was, she had to stop herself from rattling off statistics of premature ejaculation for a virile man of his age, which made his statement unlikely. She swallowed nervously. Yep. Better to stick with “oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh,’” he said with a soft chuckle. He reached over and snagged a condom from the nightstand before rising to sit back on his heels. She was vaguely aware of him using his teeth to tear the end of the foil wrapper, but the chiseled contours of his body had stolen her desire to focus on anything else.
Pulling herself into a sitting position, she raised her hands. His motions stilled. His broad chest heaved as he watched and waited. The well-defined muscles jumped at the first touch of her fingertips. She trailed them over his pecs, followed the light dusting of hair that tapered to a V at his sternum before disappearing. Her fingers undulated over the shallow blocks of his abs, and she watched in fascination as they rippled under her attentions.
Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and trailed open-mouth kisses over his stomach and the delicious lines of his obliques. One of his hands plunged into her mass of hair and clenched tight with a low groan. “Fuck. You’re torturing me, Aly, you know that?”
She had an inkling, but to hear him say the words gave her a surge of female empowerment she’d never felt before. None of her past partners had ever reacted like this. Like a base need for her was eating at them, and it was only a matter of seconds before they lost all control.
With her hands still resting on his lower abs, she lifted her head and peered up to meet his hot gaze. “Your body is amazing,” she said. “It’s a shame you keep it hidden all the time. You should show it off more often.”
He released the hold on her hair for a softer touch on the side of her face. “I could say the same to you.” She lowered her eyes and knew a flush probably had colored her from chest to cheeks, but he guided her face back up. “I mean it, Aly. I look at you and completely lose myself. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Thank you.” And she meant it. She soaked up the compliment like a sponge. It spread through her, filling in the cracks that had formed from going too long without the attention of a man.
“Now,” he said, holding up the condom, “let’s get this taken care of so I can show you how beautiful you really are.”
“Allow me,” she said, plucking it from his fingers with a shy smile. Alyssa returned her focus to his unflagging erection and smoothed the condom down his length, inch by inch. She bit the insides of her cheeks to hide her amusement at the strained noises he made. If she took an exorbitant amount of time completing her task, it was purely coincidental.
