by Hart, Lane
"Lauren, are you sure Caleb's not gay?" I teased. Her and Tyler both laughed like it was an inside joke. Oh yeah, they had all had a threesome back before they were married. I always wondered how that shit worked.
"What are ya'll laughing at?" Will asked when he came back into the apartment.
"Just debating Caleb's sexuality," I told him.
Caleb gave me a look that said I better shut the fuck up before he spilled the beans.
"So do the sorority girls still think you're gay, Dylan?" Will laughed.
"Nope. Problem solved," I told him. The all too perceptive group seemed to pick up on that having to do with me and Jules, as well.
…
I tried calling Jules Sunday night, sent her a text message on Monday and Tuesday but didn’t get a single response from her. I felt like shit, and couldn’t help but worry that I’d hurt her Sunday morning, just like that prick years ago.
After how damn amazing Friday and Saturday had been, I missed Jules like crazy and she wouldn’t even talk to me. Now that she’d spent a night with me in my bed it felt empty without her.
I wanted to see her and remind her how good we’d been together. And damn it, if she wouldn’t return my calls, I’d just have to go to campus and find her.
Chapter Nine
Jules
I was in the rec center on one of the treadmills, re-reading my English assignment. Suddenly someone hopped on the open treadmill beside me, heavy feet pounding like an elephant running.
I snuck a quick glance over and saw the elephant was in fact Dylan. Fuck. I'd forgotten how hot the bastard was. Watching his massive body pound away in long strides while wearing a tight black wife beater and loose white athletic pants…well, the man was gorgeous. I couldn’t help but remember how amazing the body underneath his clothes looked, or how good it felt to be at the mercy of all that muscular masculinity while he fucked me senseless.
"What do you want, Dylan?" I asked, pulling my eyes away from him and focusing again on my book. I was trying not to dwell on the fact that he was seeing me all sweaty and flabby as I ran at turtle speed.
Having had time alone to think since the weekend, I almost felt dirty after all the things we'd done, especially knowing it was just meaningless sex to him. That's all I'd ever be to him, an arrangement to basically be his booty call. I no longer wanted to gain experience to be with other guys. That would be impossible, since Dylan was the only one I could think about.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking Saturday. I got caught up in all the incredible orgasms and lost sight of the obvious. We'd made the point that Dylan wasn't gay, so I figured he and I were done, and he could start fucking sluts like he wanted. He probably already had. I wasn't going to sit around and watch it happen from the front row, or be a piece of ass on the side. I already missed him so much it hurt, which meant it was well past time to end our arrangement.
"Why haven't you called me back or answered my texts?" he asked.
I'd been so tempted to respond that I'd turned my phone over to my roommate to hide, just so I wouldn't let myself give in to him. Not that I'd tell him that.
"Didn't have anything to say," I responded.
"Maybe I didn't want to talk," he said, and when I glanced over he was flashing me a sexy grin. I couldn't ignore the pulse of arousal that shot through me, settling between my thighs even though I knew the sad truth that sex was all he wanted from me.
"You're out, so I figured we’re done," I said quietly.
"One or two kisses in public isn't all that convincing, and we sure as hell weren't done with the other part."
"Oh really? What's left?" I asked.
"We haven't covered the Cowgirl. I want you naked and on top of me, riding my cock," he said. My face warmed as I looked around to see who had heard. Several people on the machines beside us apparently, based on their smirks.
"Watch your mouth," I chided him.
"Oh, I'd love to watch your incredible mouth suck my dick while I lick your pussy. You know, sixty-nine."
My face went even hotter, if that was possible, at the same time my panties started feeling damp. The reminder of his tongue between my legs was scrambling my brains. Now all I could think about was doing exactly what he'd just described.
"And I'd really like to fuck you on my car, over the pool table, in the hot tub ..."
"You don't have a hot tub," I scoffed, to stop his erotic wish list.
"I do now. You haven't been over in three days." Only a rich bastard like him would put in a hot tub on the top floor of his building in three days.
"How'd you get it up the elevator?" I asked.
"Seriously?" he asked in disbelief, as he continued to run twice my speed like it was no effort at all. "I just listed five different ways I want to fuck you and you're worried about the logistics of getting a hot tub on the eighteenth floor?"
"Yes. There's no way it'll fit."
He threw back his head and laughed. "Isn't that what you said about my cock? We both know how wrong you were about that," he teased.
"Dylan! People can hear you," I told him.
"So?" he kept right on laughing.
"Well I'd rather they not."
"Then come back to my place with me and I'll shut up."
"No," I said, shaking my head.
"Come on, Jules. Fucking me will burn a lot more calories than running on this damn thing, and you know it's a helluva lot more fun."
The whole cardio room was listening to us now. The pace of all the machines had slowed to crawls, reducing the sound for better eavesdropping. I also noticed that more than half the women in attendance were looking at Dylan in obvious appreciation, which gave me an idea.
"Why are you here anyway? Don't you have your own gym in your ridiculously expensive penthouse apartment?" I asked, knowing he hated having his richness made public. Even that didn't deter him.
"I figured you'd be here, and I'd get a chance to see you in your workout clothes, looking hot and sexy. And I was right."
"You are so full of shit."
"Come on, let's go back to my place. I'm dying, Jules. You can't fuck me six times in one night and then leave me hanging for three long days. Isn't that an evil thing for her to do to me?" he asked the treadmill user on the other side of him. "You've spoiled my cock, and now it has all these unrealistic expectations that I can't handle on my own."
"Dylan!"
"Maybe we'll run into my neighbor on the elevator, and see if he wants to watch us fuck again."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed in embarrassment.
"How much more do you want these people to know, Jules?" he asked.
"Alright, fine, just shut up!" I finally gave in. His perfect lips broke into a smile.
"I drove my bike today if you want to ride with me," he said.
"The Augusta?"
"Agusta."
"Yeah, whatever." I'd googled it the other day and knew it was a freaking motorcycle worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. Between that and his car, the two totaled almost a million. "You know how to drive that thing without killing us?"
"Of course. I wouldn't put you on it if I didn't."
"Okay," I said, turning off my machine and stepping down with my towel and book. "Let me shower and I'll meet you in the parking lot."
"Or ... you could wait and shower with me back at my place," he said. He looked as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning when he jumped off his treadmill.
I shook my head. "I'm going to shower, swing by the dorm to drop off my things, and then I'll meet you outside."
"Fine," he said. "We can shower together after I get you hot and sweaty again."
I was still shaking my head as I walked toward the locker room. I quickly showered, pulling my wet hair up into a bun. After I went to my room and changed into jeans, I headed for the commuter lot. I was supposed to be strong and not give in to Dylan’s wiles, but that was just too hard to do in person.
There was a big group o
f people circled around something in the parking lot. It looked like the crowd that gathers when a fight breaks out, only this wasn't a fight. They were looking at Dylan's big ass, beautiful, black bike. With all this attention there was no wonder he hated showing off his expensive shit.
Jealousy spiked through me when I realized most of the group was female. Some of them were definitely moving in, trying to get to Dylan's gold cum. Between the big man and his shiny bike, he was one sexy son of a bitch. And for some crazy reason he wanted me. At least for the afternoon.
When Dylan looked up and noticed me standing on the outskirts of the crowd he headed for me with two black helmets in his hands.
"Ready?" he asked, oozing with boyish giddiness.
"Yes. Please don’t wreck and kill us," I told him as he put the helmet on me.
"I won't. Give me a little credit, baby," he replied. Hearing him use the endearment “baby” for the first time when we weren't in bed caused fluttering of some kind in my lower belly. For a fleeting moment it made me feel like I was his. Stupid, I know, to think such a ridiculous thing.
After putting on his own helmet, Dylan's long legs straddled the expensive machine in one sexy, swift movement. The group of gawkers finally started to move back to give us room when I stepped closer.
"Come on, Jules," he said, holding his hand out to me.
"I'll ride with you if she doesn't want to," one of the little bitches in the group chimed in. Dylan ignored her.
I took a deep breath, then placed my hand in his to let him help me climb on the back. He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his trim waist.
"Hold on tight and lean when I lean, okay? That's all you need to worry about."
"Okay," I said.
He lowered his face shield before starting the bike up, and then took off a second later. For the first mile I held onto Dylan for dear life, and kept my eyes tightly closed. Finally feeling a little braver, I peeked and started watching the city pass by.
My favorite part of the ride was feeling the muscles in Dylan's sexy stomach tighten under my hands with every little movement. At a stoplight downtown I ran my hands up under his t-shirt to feel his smooth, warm skin. He sucked in a breath as I caressed him and tightened my thighs around his hips. In response he reached a hand down and ran it up the outside of my thigh.
I rested the side of my helmet against his back, inhaling his scent and trying not to squeeze him to death. I'd missed him more than I ever thought possible after just a few days. I wasn't sure if going back to his place with him was a dream come true, or the stupidest thing I'd ever done. There was no doubt in my mind that the next few hours would be amazing. I was just worried I'd fall even harder for him.
Dylan took the long way back to his place. By the time we pulled into the parking garage I had relaxed, and was even enjoying the free feeling of riding with him.
"So what'd you think?" he asked, when he took off his helmet then removed mine.
"It was fun. And I'm glad I'm still alive."
"Most people who wreck on bikes get hit because they drive like maniacs, or people don't see them. I never drive like a maniac, and everyone sees this bike."
"Yeah, especially women," I agreed.
"I've gotten used to ignoring the gold digging whores," he muttered, helping me off the bike then leading me by the hand to the elevator. Oh, the memories …
As soon as the doors closed Dylan was on me, pressing his mouth to mine. "God, I missed you," he said when he pulled back. I guess that meant he hadn't heard from Megan, and that she wasn’t trying to fuck him yet. But the truth was I'd missed him too, not that I'd tell him. His hands popped the button on my jeans then jerked the zipper down.
"Dylan, someone might get on," I told him, but he didn't stop. Besides, it wasn’t like it would be the first time we’d had an audience.
Dylan was like a man possessed as his hands went under my shirt and grabbed my breasts, freeing them from the cups of my bra.
"Every time I get on this fucking elevator my dick gets hard," he said, sucking on my neck hard enough to leave marks. "Thinking about you in that short ass dress and black thong. Hearing you scream, taking my dick while a man jerked himself off watching us."
"Yeah, that was ... fun," I said, through the heavy breathing he was causing.
Dylan had me so distracted with his assault that I barely realized when he picked me up and somehow unlocked his apartment door. Throwing me on his bed, he pulled his clothes off then jerked my pants and panties down my legs, and my shirt and bra over my head. After grabbing a condom he flung himself onto the bed, falling onto his back and reaching for me.
"Get on my cock and fuck me before I die, Jules," he said, as I moved over him and straddled his hips. He tried to roll the condom on but I grabbed his hand to stop him.
"Not yet," I told him. "You're always in such a rush. I've never had a chance to explore more than your dick with my mouth."
I leaned down and started with my lips on his neck, before moving to his pecs. My hands went out to the sides to caress his thick, muscular arms. I licked each of his nipples as he laid still underneath me, watching me. His hard cock pressed against my lower stomach, but I wasn't done yet.
"It's not really fair," I told him, sliding lower until I could kiss his sexy abs.
"What's not fair?" he asked, pushing my hair back from my face.
"For you to look so damn good," I replied, and then ran my tongue down one of the mouth-watering pelvic muscles to the light dusting of golden hair above his cock. After covering his erection with my mouth, I reached under him and gripped his tight ass with both hands while I sucked him.
"Jules, I love your mouth on me, but right now I'm about to lose it. I need to feel your pussy, so sit on my cock and ride me ... or I swear to God, my balls are going to fucking explode."
He sounded like he really was suffering, and I liked how he'd said "need" instead of "want." I held my palm out for the condom, which he promptly handed over. I rolled it down his cock, making him groan as I took my time. Lining him up I slid slowly, an inch at a time, down his length. After I'd taken as much of him as possible, I didn't even have time to gasp before he pulled my mouth to his.
My fingers combed through his hair as he kissed me and started thrusting up into me. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco, trying to hold on to something, anything, as the pleasure built while Dylan's tongue possessed every inch of my mouth. His hands moved from kneading my breasts to grabbing my hips, then down to work my ass up and down him, like he was trying to touch me everywhere at the same time.
"Jesus, Jules," he moaned, when he felt my release. It took over me in wordless groans until I collapsed onto his chest.
Coming back down, I felt Dylan's hands rubbing up and down my back, holding me to him. Even though it'd been rather quick, we were both hot and sweaty from our incredible effort.
"I think that might have been my favorite lesson so far," he said. "Or I was just so damn horny after not seeing you for three days that it just felt better."
"It was pretty damn good," I agreed placing a kiss over his Adam's apple. It was nice feeling his warm, hard body pressed against mine again, smelling all kinds of good and masculine.
"You ready to try out my new hot tub? I haven't even been in it yet."
"I don't have a bathing suit," I joked.
"Ah, damn. I guess you'll just have to go without one. I will too, so you won't feel bad."
I climbed off of Dylan and sat on the side of the bed to get ready to make the jump down. That's when I noticed some big wooden steps that matched the dark brown bed. Using them was much easier than jumping off and breaking my ankle.
"Were these here the other day?" I asked.
"What's that?" he asked still flat on his back looking fuck drunk.
"The steps."
"Um-huh," he said when he sat up.
"Well damn, if I'd noticed them over the weekend I wouldn’t have almost fallen to my death."
> He laughed and ran a hand through his messy hair, looking almost embarrassed. "Did you really?"
"Yeah, when I got up from that nap Saturday. Fell right out of the freaking thing."
"Sorry. The bed is ridiculously high."
"Not for you, but for the rest of the world's population," I teased. "So are you coming or not?" I asked, as I walked naked into his living room in search of this mysterious hot tub. A hot tub that must have appeared by magic into this apartment, since there is no way it'd fit in the elevator.
And I'll be damned. There the massive thing was, right where I think a dining table had once stood. Yeah, who needs a place to eat when you could have a freaking hot tub?
The scent of chlorine filled the air, reminding me of Dylan's swimming pool in the summer. The foaming water was lit up by the built in lights that changed colors. I was thinking it looked wonderful, and then I was airborne, landing in the middle of all those amazing bubbles and trying to resurface.
Gasping for air and wiping the water from my eyes, I stood up in the center and turned around to glare at Dylan. He was bent over laughing, which pissed me off even more. "You bastard. That's wasn't very nice."
Instead of using the stairs he hurdled over the edge then scooped me up in his arms.
"Damn, this is awesome," he said, as he sat down with me across his lap. "Forgive me for all the years of surprise tosses?" he asked, trying not to smile and failing.
I wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him, even though I was still ticked that my face and hair were dripping wet. It just felt too nice in the hundred degree bubbling water not to give into him.
After a few minutes of making out I straddled his lap. I knew by the feel of his erection between my legs that he was ready to go again. Without warning, I lowered myself down on him, making him groan as his head fell back.
"Fuck, you feel good," he said through pants, while his hands on my hips guided my movements. "Shit, Jules. I didn't bring a condom."
"Oh God," I moaned as I rode him, getting so close to my release I wasn't sure if I could stop. "I'm on birth control," I admitted, and that was the end of the discussion.