Page 24 of Betting on her Best Friend
“Fuck ’em,” he growled. “You’re using that beautiful brain of yours too damn much. It’s time I take it out of commission.”
He palmed the crotch of her jeans, pressing into the sensitive, engorged flesh of her sex. A wanton moan escaped her lips as she rocked into his hand. Picking up where he left off in the cab, Dylan stoked the embers of desire with his fingers and rasped all the wonderfully sordid things he wanted to do with her.
Alyssa’s brain waved the white flag as her head fell back and she surrendered to the pleasure. Who knew losing could feel so good?
* * *
As soon asthey cleared the door to their room, Dylan shoved her back against it and pounced with all the sexual tension he’d kept pent up since the moment she’d closed her lips around that fucking sucker.
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he ravaged her mouth. She opened up to him like a woman relieved, like she’d been waiting an eternity to welcome the feel of his tongue on hers. The sweet cherry flavor left by the candy only made him want to lick and suck until he could once again taste the essence that was Alyssa.
“Dylan,” she managed by turning her head to the side. No matter. He’d simply feast on her elsewhere. Like right behind her ear. “Uhn…” Fuck, he loved it when she made that sound. “Dylan, for the love of God, enough fooling around.”
He spoke between the kisses he trailed down her neck. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I think you’re enjoying the fooling around.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You’re killing me.”
Dylan stopped and pulled back to stare into the wild blue eyes of a woman crazed. For him. And not just any woman, but his woman. The woman he’d wanted since he could remember. It would take him years to fulfill all the fantasies he’d harbored about her. Longer still to act on the new ones that popped into his head on an hourly basis now that he knew what it was like to bury himself inside her.
“Please,” she whispered through her shallow breaths. “I need you.”
“Guess we’d better lose the clothes then.”
He released her wrists, and they became a tangle of limbs as they worked to toe off their shoes and undress each other. Articles of clothing flew through the air, one after the other. Dylan snatched his wallet just as she started to push his jeans and underwear down. He dug out the condom, tore it open, and was ready by the time she ascended.
Not wasting another second, he grabbed a handful of each ass cheek and hoisted her up. Her legs locked around his waist and he impaled her in one smooth motion, her body clenching tightly around his cock, causing him to grunt in tense relief. Wet heat branded him a willing vessel for her desire, his sole purpose to fulfill the carnal wishes that tripped off her lips, and even the secret ones that didn’t.
Alyssa squeezed him with her legs and tried to leverage herself up, but he pinned her with his body against the door to hold her still. “Don’t move, baby.” He spoke through clenched teeth, his forehead pressed to hers. “Gimme a second.”
She groaned in complaint. “Remember that part about killing me?”
“It’s your own damn fault. You’re the one who turned an innocent sucker into an edible sex toy. I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.”
“Oh yeah?” A wicked glint lit up her eyes. “Maybe I’ll have to bring a box of unicorn pops home with me.”
Images assaulted him of her torturing him in public—like at his family’s annual Fourth of July barbecue or her occasional visit to his jobsite—places where he couldn’t haul off and tackle-fuck her just because his dick was harder than a steel beam.
“Jesus Christ, Aly.” Tension from trying to keep control over his own body made his words sound harsh and strained. “Since when did you get such a dirty mind?”
She tried raising herself up again. This time he let her, and the achingly slow drag of her inner walls threatened to burn him alive. “Maybe you’re starting to rub off on me,” she said. “Maybe you unleashed my inner sex kitten. Either way, who cares?”
Using the strength in her legs, she held when only the head was still nestled in her entrance and leveled a heated look at him that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. The pause couldn’t have been longer than a second, but it felt like that eternal moment at the top of a roller coaster right before plummeting to the ground.
She plowed her hands into his hair and whispered, “Now, please, shut up and fuck me,” then pushed herself down until he was balls-deep. His shaky reserve snapped.
Dylan growled, dug his fingers into the meat of her thighs, and began pistoning in and out of her tight channel with ferocious abandon. Still holding his head, she brought him in for a crushing kiss. Tongues met. Lips melded. Teeth nipped. Hips bumped.
Her scent, intoxicating and addicting, made him dizzy with lust. And still, he never broke his rhythmic thrusts. But he couldn’t get the angle he wanted, the closeness he craved. It was time to take this party to a new location.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Dylan held her down on him and backed up. His goal was to make it to the fancy armchair across the room. But the sensory overload interfered with his inner GPS and Alyssa’s long hair streaming past the sides of his face acted like blinders on a horse.
Somewhere he took a wrong turn. Pain splintered through his toes as his left foot connected with the front of the nightstand, his momentum causing him to pitch forward. He managed to brace a hand on the wall before Alyssa got the headache of a lifetime, but not before her back crushed the shade of the expensive bedside lamp.
Dylan cursed a blue streak, partly from frustration and partly from pain, while Alyssa giggled through their kisses. Suddenly he had a vision of them on a future road trip: him swearing under his breath at the annoying woman living inside his navigation system who kept insisting he “make the next available U-turn” while Alyssa chuckled in the passenger seat and tried not to spout off statistics of the percentage of men who got lost versus women due to their aversion to asking for directions.
Recalculating…
Oh, he’d recalculate all right. He wanted to get to that chair and finish what they started A-SAP. He pushed off from the wall and spun them around, forgetting that Alyssa’s long legs were crossed behind his back. He felt them swipe the lamp, then heard the unmistakable sound of the cylindrical glass base shattering into too many pieces to fix with a tube of Krazy Glue.
