A Hot Mess

by Christy Gissendaner

  She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid them down to cup his hard pectorals. She toyed with his nipples with the tips of her fingers and then traced along the side of his abdominal muscles. The bumps and ridges were tight under her touch.

  Dylan hooked his fingers under the straps of her dress and eased them across her shoulders. She pulled her arms free and tugged the elastic bodice down until the dress pooled at her waist. Her hands moved to the top of her chest, her fingers splayed. The pink bra she wore was strapless and just a tad small, so her breasts threatened to spill out of the cups.

  Dylan brushed aside her hands. “No, Cait. Don’t hide from me.”

  Instead of touching her boobs like most men would, Dylan cupped the back of her shoulders and pulled her in for another kiss. His skin was warm, and she craved the heat of his body. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave herself over to the kiss. His tongued dueled with hers, thrusting and withdrawing into her mouth with delicious intent.

  Dylan’s hands moved lower, and his fingers wrapped in the fabric of her dress to push it past her hips. The garment fell to the floor, and she kicked it aside. The heel of her shoe caught in a strap, and she kicked it off as well. The second shoe soon followed its mate.

  Dylan broke the kiss and pulled back. Cait stood still as he perused her from head to toe. The pink panties she wore had been picked out by him. The satin and lace concoction was skimpy and bared more than it covered, which had obviously been his intention.

  “Turn around.” Dylan’s voice was deep and husky as he gave her the command.

  Cait did as he asked, praying he did not find her bottom hideous. She had quite a bit more junk in the trunk than his models and actresses. Well, most of them anyway.

  She glanced over her shoulder, her hair brushing across her bare skin and sending shivers down her body as she watched him. “Well?”

  His eyes were dark as he lifted them to meet her gaze. “You’re so sexy.”

  Cait wanted to preen before him, but she didn’t. There was nothing better than a compliment, especially when one was almost naked in front of another. Boldness overtook her, and she reached behind her back to the clasp of her bra. Her fingers undid it and tossed it aside. She still stood with her back to him, but Dylan’s harsh breathing filled the room. She hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and eased them down an inch.

  “More?” she asked with a coy look.

  “Cait,” he warned. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

  “Dylan Russell, I am tired of you always telling me what to do.” She whipped her panties down and stepped away from them.

  She took a deep breath and turned around. “I am not a little girl anymore. I don’t need you to protect me.”

  The small scrap of pink fabric on the carpeted floor held Dylan’s gaze for the longest time. Cait had to admit it was an erotic sight, but then Dylan looked up, and her body trembled with delight.

  He bit his bottom lip and released it with an audible popping sound. “Damn, Cait. You’re…” He broke off to give a low whistle.

  “I’m what?” Cait put her hands on her hips and gave him a come-hither look. “I’m naked?” She tapped a hipbone with her forefinger. “Yes, I do believe I am.”

  She stepped toward him. “But you’re not.”

  Dylan unfastened the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper. The rasp of it, as he moved it down, seemed to echo in the room. Cait was caught in a trance as she watched him part the flaps and push his jeans down his slim hips. The tanned skin of his thighs was exposed, and then his knees, and his calves. He toed off his sneakers and pulled the jeans all the way off.

  He straightened, and Cait’s gaze zeroed in on his boxer briefs. The tip of his cock was visible through the flap. The cotton material was stretched tight by his erection. She licked her lips in anticipation as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down.

  Cait gulped as his cock broke free of its confines. Dylan was long and thick, the perfect size to fill her.

  She crept forward and ran a fingertip across the head. Dylan wrapped his hand around hers and guided her hand in a stroking motion. His cock filled her palm with smooth velvet heat, the skin slipping up and down on the hard shaft.

  “Jesus, Cait.” Dylan hissed out a breath as he let go of her hand.

  He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her forward for a kiss that left her breathless.

  The damp tip of his cock rested against her belly, and she strained to move closer. Dylan’s thigh moved between her legs, and she rubbed her dampness on him. Her hand continued to stroke his cock, gently squeezing and releasing as she moved up and down the shaft.

  Dylan groaned and pressed farther into her hand. She continued to ride his thigh, the hard muscles temporarily providing relief. She wanted him deep inside her, his cock stretching the walls of her pussy until she came.

  She liked sex, enjoyed the give and take of it all. Some of her past partners did a bit more taking than giving, but she was sure it would not be that way with Dylan. He’d always taken care of her. She could trust him to do the same in the bedroom.

  “Come with me.” Cait commanded as she took hold of his hand and led him to the bed.

  She brushed aside the card that proclaimed housekeeping had already been by the room and pulled back the covers. She tossed the extra pillows that were more for decoration than actual use to the floor.

  Dylan slid a hand around her waist and pulled her backward until her ass rested in the vee of his thighs. He put his other hand on her back and urged her to lean forward.

  “Lean over, and put your hands on the bed,” his wicked voice instructed.

  Shivers went up and down her spine as she followed his command.

  His next words whispered their way across her neck. “Open your legs.”

  Pure heat filled Cait’s insides, and her clit grew wet with need. She slid her feet apart and braced herself against the mattress. Dylan’s fingers brushed her damp pussy, and he delved between the lips to insert one finger.

  She moaned and gripped the sheets, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He teased her clit with a talented finger, knowing exactly where to stroke her.

  His cock was cradled by her buttocks, and she pushed back against it, wanting, needing more of him. “Dylan, please.”

  “Please what, baby?”

  Her eyes drifted closed as sensation flooded her body. It was so good. Had it ever felt this way?

  “I want you to ask for it, Cait.” He slid another finger inside her, stretching her farther. “I want you to beg.”

  Cait shook her head. “I won’t beg.”

  Dylan removed his fingers, and she nearly cried at the injustice. He brushed her hair aside and nipped the back of her neck. “Yes, you will. You will beg me to fuck you.”

  She straightened and turned in his arms. She leaned up to suck his bottom lip into her mouth and scrape it lightly with her teeth. She released it slowly, drawing out the action as long as she could, while her eyes locked with his.

  Once his lip was free, she allowed a smile. “Perhaps you will be on your knees pleading with me to let you.”

  “That’s entirely possible.” Dylan put his finger against her lip, and she licked it. She could taste herself on his skin.

  Dylan’s eyes were stormy with passion as he watched her. “You never fail to surprise me, Cait.”

  Cait gave him a flirtatious look. “You called me baby earlier.”

  “Did you like that?” His grin was crooked on one side.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  From his lips, the endearment was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. She’d had men call her baby before, but it had felt wrong somehow. With Dylan, it seemed perfect.

  His grin widened. “You can call me Master if you like.”

  She laughed out loud at that. “In your dreams, maybe!”

  Dylan shrugged. “I didn’t figure you
would be a sub, but it never hurts to ask.”

  Cait’s smile faded. “Are you into that?”

  Dylan pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “Relax, baby. We’re not going to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.”

  “I’m always open to learning new things.”

  Approval beamed on his face. “Maybe later. Right now, I want you on that bed.”

  Cait scrambled onto the mattress and waited for him to join her. He put his knee on the bed and lowered his head to her breast. She gasped as his lips enclosed her nipple in his warm mouth. His teeth scraped it into an aching point before he moved to the other.

  Dylan’s hand trailed down her belly and between her legs. She opened her thighs, desperate for him to touch her there again. The suction of his mouth at her breast, and his nimble fingers had her moaning in no time.

  Dylan climbed onto the bed and twisted so he lay over her, his head pillowed on her breasts. He turned his face up to look at her, and Cait cupped the back of his head. His short hair pricked the delicate skin of her palm.

  She’d never been with a man that didn’t have hair long enough for her to run her fingers through. It was a delightful sensation to run her hands over his skull and listen to the rasping sound it made.

  Dylan was gorgeous. How could she have resisted him so long?

  His caramel eyes were fringed by thick dark lashes. His nose was straight and perfect. His lips were generously made and designed for kisses.

  “Hey.” His deep voice rumbled against her lower body since his chest was in line with her hips.

  She shivered with delight. “Hey.”

  The exchange was something they’d done dozens of times in the past. The single word carried a wealth of meaning. It symbolized their ability to say one word, and the other would know exactly how the other’s day, or week, or month had gone

  Dylan lowered his head and trailed soft kisses down her belly. She realized his intention and nearly came on the spot. Simon hated performing oral sex on her. It had been over a year since she’d been pleasured that way. Her nerve endings tingled in anticipation.

  Dylan kissed each hipbone in turn and then moved farther down. Cait was grateful she’d waxed before the trip. No embarrassing stubble to worry about.

  At the first swipe against her clit, she nearly exploded. Dylan laved her in a leisurely manner, never completely removing his mouth from her body. The warm slide of his tongue against the lips of her sex flooded her with moisture. Wet did not even begin to describe her. She wanted Dylan with a fierceness, and her body showed it.

  Dylan’s tongue swept up and then down in a bold movement, seeking out the hidden nubbin of flesh that made her moan with delight. She brought her legs up and pressed her feet on the mattress, so she could lift her hips and angle her lower body to demand more.

  “Dylan!” She cried out as a tight coil of desire threatened to snap inside her. “Stop.”

  He lifted his head and gave her a cocky smile. “I want to taste you, Cait. Come for me.”

  “Oh, God.” She buried her head beneath a pillow and muffled the sounds she made as she thrashed upon the bed.

  Dylan put his hands under her thighs and brought her legs up higher, pinning her in place as he continued his erotic torture. Cait could not lift her hips more than an inch or so. Being at his mercy increased her pleasure tenfold.

  Cait’s muscles tensed, and then she cried out, her entire body focusing on a tiny pinpoint of intense pleasure. It was as if every molecule in her body migrated to one small square inch of space that surrounded her clit. Her inner muscles spasmed, yet Dylan continued to lick. The aftershocks of orgasm rocked her body, and his continued assault made her thighs tremble with both pleasure and pain.

  “Stop, Dylan. It tickles!” Cait tossed aside the pillow she’d covered her face with and tugged on one of his ears.

  Dylan stopped and lifted his head. His eyes were dark with passion. He moved until he was kneeling between her legs. She thought he would fuck her then, but he continued to look down at her.

  Cait clamped her legs about his waist and gave him a wary look. “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head as if he were amazed. “Nothing. I just love seeing you like this, your hair thrown about you in wild abandon. Your face flushed from release. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

  Cait put her elbows beneath her to push partway up. “You’re so full of it, Dylan.”

  “No. I’m completely serious. Here, I’ll show you. Wait right here.”

  Dylan pounced off the bed and strolled across the room. Cait watched him as he walked, his bare buttocks flexing with each step he took.

  She turned on her side and propped her chin in her hand as he bent over and pawed through his bag. “What are you looking for? Not that I’m not enjoying the view, of course.”

  Dylan pivoted and gave her an upside-down smile. “Quit looking at my ass, Cait.”

  “I can’t help it.” She giggled.

  Dylan turned back to his bag and withdrew his camera case. Cait immediately squealed and dove under the covers. “Ohhh, no! Don’t even think about it, Dylan.”

  She heard the padding of his bare foot on the carpet, and then the sheet was wrestled from her grasp. His gorgeous face appeared before her line of vision.

  “Let me photograph you, Cait. I want you to see what I see when I look at you.”

  Cait motioned to the expensive camera in his hands. “Does that thing come with an airbrush tool? Because I can guarantee that’s the only way you’re going to photograph this girl right here.”

  “Chicken, Cait?” Dylan’s eyebrow cocked up. “Bwaaack.”

  “Seriously, Dylan? You’re going to make chicken sounds at me? Are you ten years old?”

  “I think you and I both know I’m not ten.” Dylan gave a pointed glance down at his still-erect cock.

  Cait’s mouth went dry. It was so tempting to reach over and stroke him, but she had to keep her hands on the sheet to keep him from pulling it off her completely. “Come back to bed.”

  “Not until you let me shoot you.”

  Dylan put the camera to his eye, and the lens made a clicking sound as it zoomed in. He pressed a button, and the shutter sounded as the flash went off.

  “Dylan!” Cait tossed a pillow at him, careful not to harm the camera. “Cut it out.”

  Dylan lowered the camera and appeared to study the digital screen. “Your eyes were closed, Cait.”

  She stuck out her tongue, and he managed to take another pic. “You are so wrong for that.”

  Dylan’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he looked at it. “Well, your eyes were open in that one at least.”

  “You’re not funny.”

  “I happen to think I’m very funny.”

  “Well, you’re not.” Cait held the sheet to her breasts and slid to the edge of the bed. “Now delete them.”

  Dylan held the camera out of her reach. “I will on one condition.”

  “And that will be?”

  “Let me take a real photograph of you.”

  Cait watched him, desperate for a hint of ridicule. She could find none. Why did he want to take her picture when he had the most beautiful models in the world vying for his attention? It wasn’t that she didn’t like cameras, but with Dylan behind the lens it seemed personal somehow. He was a professional, a man trained to see the flaws and do his best to capture a good image anyway.

  She gave him a stern look. “Just one?”

  Dylan gave a solemn nod. “Just one. Then I swear I’ll delete the others and put the camera away.”

  Cait heaved a sigh. “What do I do?”

  “Lie back.”

  Cait did as he asked. She felt weird just lying there looking up at the camera. “Now what?”

  “Here, let me do this.” Dylan leaned over her and brushed her hair to one side. “Now turn on your side and tilt your head down.”

  “Dylan, I don’t feel comfortable taking a nude photogr
aph.”

  “You won’t be. Trust me, Cait. Okay?”

  She gazed up at him, the handsome face that was so close to hers. What she saw in his eyes reassured her. She gave a short nod. “Okay.”

  Dylan tugged the sheet over her hip, so it draped her from waist to knee. “Put your arm like this.”

  He maneuvered her arm, so it hid her naked breasts. “You’re not naked. See?”

  The tension left her body. Now that she wasn’t quite so self-conscious, it actually seemed like fun. “What do I do now?”

  He put the camera to his eye. “Whatever you want to do.”

  Cait frowned. She didn’t know if she should smile or attempt a serious face. Or she had a better idea. Her lips quirked upward with amusement as she made a duck face at him.

  Dylan lowered the camera. “Oh, now that’s seriously sexy, Cait.”

  Cait shrugged. “Well you know all the girls have to make at least one duck face photo in life.”

  “So you can post it online with all the other thirteen-year-old girls? What’s next, a Justin Bieber poster on your wall?”

  Cait giggled and shook her head at him. “How about this?” She widened her eyes and stuck her tongue out one side of her mouth a la road kill.

  “Any better?” she asked with difficulty since her tongue was still hanging out her mouth.

  “You are not taking this seriously.”

  She motioned toward him. “Well, it’s kinda hard to when you’re standing there naked as a jaybird.”

  “Cait.” Dylan’s exasperation shone through in the one word.

  “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.” She scrubbed her hand down her face as if it could wipe the amusement from her features. She parted her lips slightly and schooled her features into a peaceful expression.

  Dylan lifted the camera again. “Move your chin to the right, and cut your eyes back at me.”

  Cait did as he asked. Dylan pressed the shutter, and the flash went off.

  Cait pushed up on one elbow. “Did you get it?”

  Dylan didn’t answer. He studied the image for much longer than she thought necessary.