Page 137 of Dirty Like Dylan

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By the time we got home, Dylan was all over Amber. Barely even got her to his bedroom by the time he had her naked.

I moved in behind her, smoothing my hands up her sides, her slender curves, freaked the fuck out that they were gonna forget I was even here. But Amber moaned and tipped her head as I kissed the back of her neck, where she didn’t have any latex or makeup and I could taste her sweet, flowers-and-candy-smelling skin… and relief swept through me. Clearly, she wanted me here.

I turned her toward me as Dylan started taking off his costume. Amber undressed me as we kissed, awkwardly, trying not to eat the zombie crap off each other’s faces.

Then the three of us ended up in the bathroom, fucking laughing as we peeled latex and goop off of each other, then showered.

Afterwards, when we were finally clean—it took a while—I took Amber to the bed first, before Dylan could get his hands on her again and she forgot about me.

I needed her tonight. Fuck Dylan being greedy.

I sat back against the headboard and took her with me, pulling her onto my lap. She straddled me, grabbing my dick and easing me up inside her pussy, warm and eager.

Dylan slid into bed beside us and I closed my eyes, letting the sensations sweep through me… Amber’s tight pussy, devouring my cock.

As she rode me, I looked up at her. Dylan put his hand on her neck and pulled her over to him, so he could kiss her. When they pulled apart, I tracked her hand, smoothing over his cock and starting to stroke him. I didn’t want to stare at him, but what she was doing was kinda giving me permission.

So I fucking stared.

I stared at Dylan’s cock in her slender hand. Fucking huge. Thick. Swollen. The head bright-red as she squeezed and pulled, and he melted onto the bed with a groan of pleasure.

I started to feel my own rush building; watching what was happening right next to me was getting me there, fucking fast.

“Yeah. Come, Ashley…” Amber whispered, as her pussy squeezed me, and I realized I was giving her all the signs that I was about to blow. My hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her ass. My breathing heavy, erratic, my chest heaving. The low, guttural groans.

My dick, hard as fucking granite as she rode me, up and down.

I looked at her pretty face, her soft lips parted, her hair tumbling over her cheeks. Her hard little nipples as her tits bounced in front of me.

And I looked at her hand on Dylan’s cock.

I heard her soft panting and his low moans, and I fucking blew.

My hips lifted up off the bed and I ground my teeth together, stifling the growl.

My mind shattered into a million fucking pieces as I collapsed, shuddering.

When I’d scraped my shit together again, I rolled and threw Amber down, in-between us.

I crawled over her, kissing her soft skin. Sucking and biting at her nipples. Lapping her clit with my pierced tongue.

Dylan joined in, sucking on her tits while I was down south. When I moved up and kissed her sweet mouth, he ate her out with a fucking passion.

He ate her out, when I’d just come inside her.

Amber’s soft cries filled the room. She had one hand in my hair and one in Dylan’s, and it made me feel intensely connected to him. Working in tune with him, working her body with him… It made me feel connected to them both. Like I was a part of something so fucking incredible, I couldn’t even fathom how I’d gotten here or how I’d ever deserved it, or what the fuck I was gonna do to keep it.

When I looked in Amber’s eyes, I could see a flash of that same vulnerable, scared-as-fuck feeling in her.

Then Dylan lifted himself over her, spreading her legs, and drove into her. The sounds they made together had the blood raging to my dick all over again. I slipped my hand over her thigh, wanting to touch her, wanting to touch them, wanting to keep that connection.

Then I shifted closer to them and slid my hand up.

I couldn’t even say why I did it, exactly. I knew I shouldn’t have. But as my hand slid from Amber’s thigh and up over Dylan’s, then up over the curve of his ass, all I wanted to do was touch him.

I really, really shouldn’t have.

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