by Harlow James
Dylan smiles and pulls me in closer to him, pressing his hard body against my soft curves. “Is that so?”
“Yes. Incredibly. How much longer do you have for practice?” I ask, just as a whistle blows, directing our attention to the field as the boys remove their helmets and start picking up their supplies.
Dylan faces me again, his eyes glimmering with heat and admiration, my own gaze reflecting those same thoughts back at him. “Looks like practice just ended.”
“Good. It’s time for us to spend the rest of the day alone.”
He lifts one eyebrow curiously. “Is that so?”
I simply nod. “Yes.”
“So does this mean we don’t get to have lunch?”
“We’ll grab something to go.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
“And where are we going to eat this then?” he asks, his chest rising and falling as I feel our breaths become shallow and laced with anticipation.
I don’t care about timelines at this point, or whether it’s risky to jump in so fast. All I know after getting to know this man for who he is in the short time we’ve spent together, is that if I don’t surrender to my desire for him soon, I’m going to combust like a bottle rocket.
I need him. In my house. In my bed. In my body. In my life.
So I answer him, simply, but effectively confirming what I’m sure he’s starting to realize. This date isn’t going to be a nice casual lunch. Nope. This date just escalated to an entirely different level.
“We’re going to my place.”
Chapter 13
Dylan
True to her word, McKenzie stopped by a burger joint in town that is a hot spot for the locals and grabbed us lunch as I finished up my coaching duties with the football team. We agreed I would meet her at her house when I was done, resulting in the two of us pulling into her driveway at roughly the same time.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly anxious to cross over the threshold of her home, especially since the desire laced in her hazel eyes at the park alluded to what I think is about to happen.
I’m at war with myself right now as I walk behind her to her door, my eyes appreciating her curves and the woman in front of me that seems to become bolder the more time we spend together. It’s almost as if my forwardness has inspired her to channel her own.
The twist of the key in the lock shocks me back to the present as I watch McKenzie open her door, set her keys and purse in a small basket on the floor, and then glide into her kitchen behind a wall, setting the bag of food on the counter.
But when she turns to me, watches me shut her front door behind me, our eyes locking across the room, I know—this is happening. This woman is throwing caution to the wind right now and she’s about to give me all of her.
And fuck. I am SO ready.
I watch the rise and fall of her chest, the deep breaths she’s taking in and blowing out as her hands shake slightly at her sides. I see the heat in her eyes, the lengthening of her spine as she stands up straighter and takes in another breath of courage.
And then she’s stalking towards me, taking me by surprise as she presses onto her toes and smashes her lips to mine, stealing the oxygen from my lungs with one movement that signals the start of everything I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.
As if we’re on the same wave length, our mouths open at the same time while our tongues collide in a war for control—and damn, this woman sure is putting up a fight.
I’m drowning in her—the feel of her hips under my palms, the taste of her mint on her tongue, her moans, and soft lips that I’m absorbing with my own.
And as much as I want this to happen, I have to make one more last ditch effort to be the good guy, to confirm that this is what she wants. The last thing I want to do is come down from the high of being with her and see regret laced in her eyes.
I don’t ever want to have regrets with McKenzie.
“Mac,” I say breathlessly as we part for a moment, her eyes still closed until they pop open and realize I’m a few inches further from her than I was just a moment ago.
“Dylan. Why did you pull away?”
I take off my hat and chuck it to the floor, stepping back again, fighting every urge in my body to say fuck it and just take what I’ve wanted for what feels like forever.
“I want to make sure this is what you want, McKenzie. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you’re not ready to do.”
Her smile is instant, accompanying the slight shake of her head. “I’m so sure, Dylan. I want you so badly to snuff this fire burning within me. I can’t take this throbbing between my legs much longer.”
“Fuck,” I say on a groan as I run my hands through my hair and throw my head back so my eyes are focused on the ceiling. “You’re making it really hard for me to be the good guy right now, Mac.”
I hear her slight chuckle, which forces me to look her way again. With a few short steps, she’s in front of me once more and stroking my cheek with her fingers. “You see. That’s the problem, Dylan. You being such a good guy is why resisting you has been so hard. I already knew you were hot,” she says, which makes me laugh before I narrow my eyes at her again in concentration. “But watching you save a young girl’s life today was like the biggest aphrodisiac. You were strong,” she whispers before planting a kiss on my cheek. “You were determined,” she states, dragging her tongue up the column of my throat, making my dick even more painfully hard than it was before. “You were everything a man should be. Selfless. Calm. In control in a situation that could have escalated out of control so easily.”
“Mac,” I breathe as her lips kiss up my neck and along my jaw, before landing on my lips again.
“And now I want to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that.”
I tighten my grip on her hips as she licks the side of my neck again. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Dylan. I want you.”
“Then ask and you shall receive, Mac,” I growl before snatching her up in my arms and carrying her over to her couch, never breaking contact between our lips.
I set McKenzie down on the cushions gently, leaning over her while resting my hands on the back of the couch. Our kiss grows frantic in minutes, especially after she slides her hands under my shirt, running her nails over my abs. It’s all I can do not to shuck my clothes and bury myself inside of her. But I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long that I want to savor every touch, every kiss, every inch of skin I’ll reveal as McKenzie relinquishes herself to me.
McKenzie pushes me away, the shove so strong I teeter back on my feet for a moment before I catch my balance. She stands, removing her beanie and her sweater, leaving her standing there in a white camisole that dips down low enough to showcase her incredible cleavage. I guess I never paid much attention to her chest since I’ve been so fascinated with her ass. But the woman has no shortage of curves all over her body.
She reaches down to unzip her boots, so I follow suit and toe off my shoes as well. As her finger finds the button on her jeans, I feel my heartbeat skyrocket as I take in the fact that this is really happening.
“Let me,” I bark out, catching her off guard before she relaxes while I move back into her space. I push her fingers out of the way and grab the waistband of her jeans, pulling her zipper down slowly, the crunch of metal filling the silence in her house. I reach around her waist and dip my hands into her pants, palming her ass cheeks under my rough hands, squeezing them for good measure as I start to push the denim down her legs.
“Dylan,” she breaths out, watching me as I slowly bend down to follow the fabric, helping her balance on my shoulder as I strip the pants off her body and then take in her legs.
“I, uh, I’m not sure what you were expecting. But I’m …” she stutters and my eyes lift to see the uneasiness on her face, her arms wrapped around her torso as if she’s embarrassed standing before me.
And that’s when
I realize that the brazen woman before me just moments ago has let her insecurities take over in almost an instant. Is that how it always is?
Can a woman feel good about herself one moment, and then in a flash, loathe the very parts of her that make her unique and beautiful?
“You’re fucking perfect, Mac,” I state profoundly, kissing my way up her legs, memorizing the feel of her silky skin beneath my lips and hands as I glide my fingers up her calves and thighs.
“I have cellulite.”
“Everyone does.”
“I have stretch marks.”
“I do too, Mac.”
“I …”
By the time I reach her waist, I pop back up to a standing position so I can look her in her eyes. “You are human. You are beautiful. You are perfect.” I kiss her lips quickly and then run my hand up the back of her neck, holding her head still as I lean down closer to her face. “Everyone has flaws, Mac. But I don’t see yours. I see a woman who is real and that is sexier than any woman trying to look like the unrealistic expectation that society puts on them.”
McKenzie swallows and then I feel her hands shift between us as she pushes her boy short underwear down her legs, standing up tall again once they’re on the floor. It’s all I can do right now not to look down, but the look in her eyes is holding me captive.
“It’s when you say stuff like that that makes me want to drop my panties, Dylan.”
And I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips as I grab her hair again and kiss her breathless, stroking the bare skin on her waist now as I get lost in her taste.
But then I let the animalistic side of me come forward as I bend and move my hands down around her bare ass now, squeezing and stroking the very part of her that I may have a slight obsession with.
“Sit down,” I command as we break and she steps back a few feet before sitting on the cushions below her. “Spread your legs.”
I see her hesitation in her eyes, but she doesn’t stay there long, planting her feet up on the cushions and then opening her legs to me, slowly as if to drag out the torture.
And I swear I could come just from the sight of her in front of me like this—almost completely naked, exposed, and vulnerable, so breathtakingly beautiful my heart is trying to break free from my ribcage.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, Mac.” I reach for the back of my shirt and rip the Under Armor from my torso just as McKenzie’s mouth drops open, her fingernails digging into her thighs.
“You’re pretty sexy yourself, Dylan,” she says in a voice laced with desperation as her eyes bounce up and down my torso. I definitely spend time taking care of my body and I’m so fucking glad that she appreciates it.
I kneel in front of her now, pushing her thighs apart further until her glistening pussy is completely open to me. I can smell her arousal, hear her breathing quicken in anticipation, feel her pulse beneath my thumbs as I hold her legs open.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, McKenzie. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you.”
“Show me,” she says and I waste no time diving head first into my own personal bliss.
I bury my mouth in her wet heat, licking her from bottom to top, stopping to pay attention to her clit with light flicks and long drags of my tongue, savoring every moan coming from her mouth as she throws her head back in pleasure. I stop pleasuring her just long enough for her to register that I’m no longer touching her.
“Watch me.” My command comes out harsher than I intended, but McKenzie’s head falls forward again as she focuses on my head between her legs. “Good girl.”
Then I dive back in, pushing two fingers inside of her as well, taking my time to learn what makes this woman tick, what she likes versus what she loves, what’s going to make her come apart at the seams.
“So sweet …”
“Dylan …”
“Sweeter than a cookie, Mac.”
And she full on giggles, which causes me to pause while I watch her blissfully enjoy the moment.
“That was cheesy.”
“Do you expect anything less of me at this point?”
“Fair enough. But …” I don’t give her a chance to continue before I go back to work and bring her close to the edge again.
And in a few minutes, I have her bucking beneath my mouth, her hands fisting my hair, her cries echoing in the room as I feel her tighten around my fingers.
“Oh God… Dylan!” She screams before she detonates, writhing and shaking as I reach down to pinch my dick with my free hand so I don’t come right alongside of her.
“Shit,” she whispers as she relaxes like a starfish on the couch as I move to stand and pull the string on my sweats, releasing them from my waist before I retrieve my wallet and extract the condom I put in there after our date last week. I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I wanted to be prepared when this moment presented itself.
“That was so fucking sexy, Mac.”
“What? Me screaming like a psycho?”
I chuckle. “Fuck yeah. Now let’s see if we can do it again.”
Her eyes lower to my crotch as she takes in my length beneath my briefs, the widening of her gaze boosts my ego even further. I’m not an extremely massive sized guy, but I’d definitely say my dick is larger than average.
“Come here,” she says while licking her lips, my feet moving toward her as she reaches for the waistband of my briefs. But I have to stop her, because if she even tries to put her mouth on me, I’m gonna blow my load in two point five seconds.
“Not this time, Mac. I need to be inside you when I come.”
She nods and then stands, tossing her camisole over her head and then reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, revealing her entirely naked body to me for the first time.
And God, she’s fucking stunning. Soft and so much a woman, her body just made for a man like me.
I push my briefs down and join the naked club while ripping open the condom and covering myself as McKenzie watches, her shallow breaths alerting me to how much she wants this.
I knew I was scared she’d regret it. But I was wrong. I feel this pull between us, this undeniable chemistry and connection that sparked from the first time we spoke. And I know she feels it too.
The two of us were meant to meet.
I reach for her face, cradling her cheeks in my palms as I kiss her again, spinning us around so I can sit on the couch now and she follows as if she can read my mind, straddling me with ease.
“Be gentle,” she teases when we break our kiss again.
“I should say the same to you. I want to apologize in advance if this only last five minutes because I’ve almost come three times already.”
She laughs and then lifts herself up as I rub my dick along her slit, coating myself in her wetness so I can slide in easier.
“Dylan …”
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t tease you anymore. Sit down on my cock now.”
She takes a deep breath, lines her entrance up over me, and then slowly glides down, dragging out the most luxurious form of ecstasy I’ve ever felt.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” I grind out, gripping her hips so tightly I’m afraid I might leave marks.
Throwing her head back so her red hair cascades down her back and hits my thighs, McKenzie lets out the sexiest moan yet. “Oh… God…”
“I need you to move, babe. Ride me.”
And she does. My woman lifts and lowers her luscious backside up and down my dick over and over again as my eyes close and all I see in the black abyss is stars. I keep a tight hold of her, as if pinching her sides will slow her down or fight off the impending release I know is inevitable at this point.
“Dylan, touch me,” she calls out, so I reach up and pinch her nipples, twisting the nubs as she lets out sharp cries of pleasure. Leaning forward, I wrap my arms around her back next, pulling her into me as my mouth finds her pink nipples and I suck one into my mouth, loving how the touch makes her clench around my di
ck as she continues to move.
“I’m almost there,” she breathes now, and I take that as my cue to give her the push she needs while also giving me permission to finally get my release as well. I lean back and find her clit with my thumb, rubbing her softly the way I learned she likes to be touched when I was between her legs earlier with my mouth.
“Yes! Right there!”
“Fuck, Mac!”
And then it hits us at the same time—the white, hot, electricity coursing through my body, the trembling and shaking of our bodies as we slap our chests together and grip onto each other for dear life, the orgasm that releases from my body in the most violent and exhilarating wave I’ve ever felt.
When we finally catch our breaths, McKenzie sits back and stares down into my eyes, brushing my hair from my face, indecisiveness written all over her features.
Shit. Is she having second thoughts? This was her idea. I hope to God I didn’t do something wrong …
“Wow …” she finally whispers before leaning in and pressing her soft lips to mine in a kiss that isn’t laced with desperation and need.
No this is the type of kiss that speaks of promises and forever’s.
“Mac,” I say, shaking my head and then resting my forehead on her chest right in her cleavage.
“I know you’re not trying to motorboat me right now,” she jokes, which instantly lightens the mood.
“I mean, you definitely have motorboat worthy tits, Mac.”
“Hey!” She swats my arm, which forces me to lean back and find her eyes again.
“That was amazing,” I say, still not sure how to move yet or if my legs will allow me at this point. “But I need to, uh …”
“Oh. Yeah,” she replies, looking down between us as she slowly lifts off of me and my dick misses her instantly.
Once we clean up and dress again, I come out of the bathroom and find McKenzie at her table, opening up the takeout that I forgot we had. I’m never one to forget about food, but that definitely was the furthest thing from my mind moments ago.