Page 70 of Unbreakable
I had to hide my laugh as he fumbled to get my boot off and unbuttoned my pants, working them and my underwear over my ass. While he was working, I gave him shit.
“Don’t think I missed that little ‘my wife’ moment out there. You in a pissing contest with my brother’s best friend? Gonna slam him against the boards?”
Dylan narrowed his eyes up at me. “If he thinks he’s going to lay even a finger on this pussy, then yes, I will fight him.”
“You’ll fight for pus—oh shit,” I sighed as he nibbled my inner thigh. His fingers laced with mine and he waited for me to look into his eyes.
“I’ll fight for you until I’m blue in the face, Jeanine. Because you aremine. And there’s no way I’m letting you go without putting my whole self on the line.”
Then his hands groped my ass as he buried his face in my pussy, eating like his life depended on it. In a way, you could argue that his life with me did depend on it. As he was sucking extra hard, I pushed his face away.
“This does not fix everything, Dylan. You’re not off the hook because you do this.”
“I know, baby. This is just the beginning of the plan. Can you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
The corner of his lips hitched up, slick with my arousal. “Then sit on my face on the floor of this office.”
With a grin, I shoved his shoulder to send him backward, double-checking the door was locked. He looked oh-so-pleasedwith himself as he wiped around his mouth. “Let me clear off your seat for you.”
I cackled. “That joke is never going to die, is it?”
“Not if I have anything to do with it.” He slapped his cheeks. “Sit.”
I yanked my jeans and underwear off my feet, then lowered myself over his face. We’re all jokes leading up to sex, but when we get into the nitty-gritty, we’re hot, filthy, and immersed. We loved this position because we got to look into each other’s eyes. I got to have the power, receiving pleasure just for the sake of it. And it turned him on to no end. My favorite moment was the inevitable time when his upper arm started to shake where he was touching himself too.
And when things got really serious, I leaned forward and genuinely fucked his face, grinding my hips over his mouth while he drank me up. It was wet, and uninhibited, and feral, and everything I needed in that moment. We had to be quiet because the office shared an open ceiling with the tasting room. Surely Dylan’s sucking and slurping sounds were audible, but there was nothing to be done for that. I needed him, right then, no matter who was around. And just as I started to come, he backed down, detaching his mouth from me.
“Ride my cock,” he whispered, pushing his pants and briefs a little further down to give me room. “Right now, Jeannie.”
I shifted back, spreading my legs as my orgasm continued pulsing through me. My years of dance paid off, able to hold a wide straddle and push myself back until I was fully seated on him.
Him. My Dyl.
He held one hand on my hip and the other between my shoulder blades, still wearing my sweater. My head hung low over his, my hair making a curtain around our faces.
“Jeannie, I’ll follow you anywhere,” he said. It’s a sweet thing to say, but a voice pinged in the back of my mind.Then why didn’t we stay in L.A.?I shoved the thoughts away for the moment, rolling my hips to try for another climax for me. “Stay with me, J. I’m right here, loving you so hard I can’t breathe.”
He didn’t just mean stay his wife. He meantstay with melikedon’t go off in your head. His hand slid under my shirt to palm my breast, his thumb dipping into my bra to flick my nipple. I moaned, then shifted my weight to my left hand so I could touch myself.
“Let me,” he said, replacing my hand with his own. “This is about you. You’re so beautiful like this.”
I ground down on him so hard his ass made a squeaking noise against the hardwood floor. Emotions swirled in me: anger, fear, sadness, hurt. I held the side of his face.
“Never again, Dylan. You don’t get to leave me like this again.”
He nodded, panic in his eyes. “Never, J. I’m in. I’m here.”
“Then fuck me like you are,” I gritted out.
I slipped my thumb inside his cheek, a dominant move that opened him to me. Normally, he’s the dominant one, but this time, I needed the control. He closed his lips around my thumb, sucking hard in a way that drew more pleasure out of my body.
His fingertips dug into my hips, the points feeling like they’d bruise as he rutted up into me. I jolted on top of him from the force. “More,” I growled in his ear. “Harder.”
He whimpered, where our pelvises slapped together almost painful. “Everything, baby. You get it all.”
My edge approached, my eyes pinching shut as I teetered on the brink. To this point, I’d been in control, but when Dylan grunted, “Eyes open,” I obeyed.
