Page 52 of Wreckage of My Life
Sully: fuck, she knows this is not legit
Sully: where did you say you found her?
And it just went on and on like this until they finally pulled into the parking lot at the hotel. The next five minutes it took them to get up to the rooms have been the longest five minutes of my life.
And now I finally have her in front of me. Quite possibly for the last time ever. I couldn’t help myself when I heard she’d be on this trip with that fucker’s daughter. I also worried that her friend would get into trouble, and, by association, she’d be in trouble as well. I needed to see with my own eyes that she was okay.
“Dylan,” she repeats my name, sounding like she’s gasping for air. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you,” I murmur and take the few steps necessary to reach her. I also want to fuck her but I’m not sharing that with her just yet. She’ll find out soon enough, I suppose.
Becca’s back goes ramrod straight, and she watches me carefully, like she’s worried I may disappear if she blinks too fast.
I stop when my feet are inches away from hers and stare her down, almost daring her to push me away. I watch in fascination when her pupils start dilatingand her breaths come faster the more I look at her.
"Dylan," she whispers, and that is my undoing. My given name on her lips is the sweetest gift, and I am already mourning the fact that I may never hear it again after tonight.
But at least we'll have tonight.
My mouth drops on hers, and, for a guy who’s never been into kissing, I sure am enjoying this. When the tip of her tongue touches mine, the groan I let out is ripped from my chest.
“I don’t know,” she whimpers in between hungry licks and sucks, “how you got in here.” She yelps when I bring my hand up and pinch one nipple, probably harder than I should’ve, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seems to get her going more. “I’m so happy that you’re here,” she continues. “Even though I hate you a little,” she confesses.
“I hate myself a little more,” I admit just as my hands dive into her hair, keeping her head prisoner. I don’t want her to move.
“Why are you here?” She licks her lips when she asks that. She is turned on, but cautious. That last thought reminds me of Sully’s reaction to all her questions, and it brings a smile on my face.
“Do you have a boyfriend now?” It’s been a while since the last time we spoke, and I wouldn’t hold it against her if she went and got herself into a relationship since.
“Would it matter?” she murmurs in a coy voice.
“Not really. I’d just have to kill him,” I say and realize with a start that I could care enough to mean it.
“Who? My imaginary boyfriend?” she chuckles.
“Imaginary…” I drop my mouth to her neck and start sucking. “Real…” I am definitely on a mission to leave my mark on her. “He’s dead…” I lift my head and give her what I’m sure to be an evil smile.
I was going for shock value with my statement, but she is not shocked at all. She continues being turned on.
“Yeah, baby,” I grunt when she sticks her fingers inside the waistband of my jeans and yanks me closer, the momentum propelling me forward.
“Shut up, Dylan,” she commands just as she starts unbuckling my belt, pulling it out of the loops and dropping it to the ground with a thud. She then gets to work on the button of my jeans and zipper.
It would be so easy to take control of the situation, but I love this side of her. She thinks she has the power, and I am more than willing to give it to her.
When she drops to her knees in front of me and brings her eyes to meet mine, I about go down too. The smirk lifting one corner of her mouth proves that she knows she’s got me.
I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life to date. The number is a lot higher than I’d even care to admit. But seeing her like this, the excitement on her face, the way she is clearly turned on by what’s going on between us right now, it all comes together in a package that I can’t resist.
She pulls my jeans down, raising an eyebrow in question when no underwear is to be found. I wink in response. I was ready.
“Bastard,” she mutters right before her lips finally touch the tip of my cock. I hold my breath, scared to even blink so that I wouldn’t miss one millisecond of what she is about to do to me.
“Like that,” a groan escapes the back of my throat when she takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing when she starts sucking.
Becca moans around me, and I swear to fucking God that it vibrates all the way into the marrow of my bones.
I stick a hand in her hair to keep her there when she wants to pull back. It all feels too good, and I am not one for delayed gratification.
