by M T Stone
“It feels so much better when you do it.” She giggled, stroking him more aggressively.
“I’m glad you like it, but you’d better slow down or I’ll be done before we get started.” He pulled back from her busy hand, rolled onto his back, and lifted his hips to get rid of his jeans. “Your turn,” he said, giving her a smirk and grabbing the waistband of her shorts. He carefully slid them down her thighs and over the bulky cast. He could feel his heart pounding as he once again sucked a nipple between his lips and began stroking her soaked pussy with his eager fingers.
She moaned loudly and began squirming against his touch. “God, I love that,” she said breathlessly, causing him to smile against her skin.
All of Summer’s cares and worries seemed a million miles away now that Dylan had fully captured her attention. She was already experiencing things that she had never felt before, but then she felt his lips traveling down the center of her body. His lips lingered over her midsection as his talented finger pushed inside her, teasing the spot that had quickly become her favorite. She pushed her head back into the pillow and thrust her fingers into his hair, feeling like she needed a way to control him.
She felt him moving again, his lips and tongue once again trailing lower. She knew in an instant what was coming next, something that Jana had talked about ad nauseam after her boyfriend did it for her on her eighteenth birthday. She felt his hot tongue, and her suspicions were immediately confirmed. She felt a gasp escape her lips as he sent another wave of pleasure surging through her body. It felt as if a whole new part of her that she didn’t even know existed had been thrust to the surface. She had always found it irritating when Jana and her other friends made such a big deal out of it, but now she was beginning to see their side of things. The way Dylan touched her and the way he always seemed concerned about her and wanted to protect her had all combined to make her feel like they had something incredibly special. On top of all that, his hands and lips felt magical against her skin.
Wave after wave of pleasure hit her as he took her to places that she never could’ve imagined. The combination of his tongue and finger had been more than she could handle. She tried her best to experience everything he had to offer, but after just a few minutes, she was forced to push his head out of there and squirm away. “That’s amazing, but I can’t take any more,” she gasped as he pulled back before plopping back down beside her and wrapping his arms around her.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of doing that to you,” he admitted, giving her another kiss.
“I never imagined it could be so amazing,” she replied, grabbing hold of him and kissing him back. “You just keep making it more intense.” She looked into his eyes, feeling as if she had found the most amazing slice of heaven right here on earth.
“I’m honestly just getting warmed up,” he replied with a grin. He leaned back, opened a drawer on the night stand, and fished out a condom. “Are you okay with this?”
She nodded with a smile crossing her face. “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, sliding even closer. “I know we did it last Friday, but I was a little too drunk by that time to remember much of it. That made me kind of nervous.”
“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that,” Dylan replied, biting his top lip. He had been waiting for her to mention it.
“Don’t be sorry. I just want to be really careful, because I’d like to be able to focus on college and things,” she told him, hoping that he would understand that she was going to insist on always using protection.
Dylan waved the condom that was still between his fingers. “I’ve known you and your mother long enough to know you have a five-year plan,” he replied, brushing her hair away from her eyes. “Believe me, I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility either. I’m just starting to take responsibility for myself.”
“No more talking.” She shot him a sideways glance after noticing that he was losing his enthusiasm. “It looks like it’s my turn.” She slid down and grabbed hold of him, easing it past her lips. She liked how smooth his head felt against her tongue. She loved hearing the groan that immediately escaped his lips as she took him by surprise. It only made her more intent on making him squirm the same way he had done to her. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and took as much of him as she could. Jana had shown her the best techniques, so she did it exactly the way she had instructed. His ripped abs began to twitch and his moaning intensified, so she knew that she was doing something right. She pulled back and began stroking him with her other hand, only to be met with resistance.
“Whoa, you’ve got to slow down,” he gasped, now the one trying to escape. “That was amazing, don’t get me wrong, but . . . you’ve definitely done that before.”
“Only on a banana.” Summer giggled, thinking back to how they had each used a peeled banana during Jana’s demonstration. This was the first time that she had truly appreciated her attention to detail when it came to sex education.
“Okay, I don’t want to know.” Dylan rolled his eyes. “Jana?”
“Yeah . . . who else?” Summer picked up the condom that had fallen from his hand. She twisted the package, breaking the seal and nearly expelling the contents from the pouch. “Whoa, these suckers are slippery.”
Dylan laughed, taking it from her. “You know, most girls would be nervous and wouldn’t have any desire to touch one of these.”
“I just wanted to keep things moving so you didn’t get distracted again,” she replied, giving him a smirk and reaching down to make sure he was still hard.
“He’s fine!” Dylan pulled back from her hand and rolled the condom over his already pulsating head. “I’m just trying to maintain control here. I don’t want to be one of those guys who is over before it begins, if you know what I mean.”
“Did it go well the last time?” she asked, honestly not remembering.
“Not really, but that one was just practice. You obviously don’t remember it anyway,” Dylan added, slipping between her legs and propping himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. “I want this time to be special.”
“It will be special, no matter what happens,” she replied with tears suddenly appearing in the corners of her eyes. She had also been doing her best to maintain control, only for her, it was emotional. Through humor and sheer determination, she had blocked the events of the last week out of her mind in order to focus on being with Dylan in a way they both desperately wanted. As they approached this most intimate moment, however, she suddenly experienced a crack in her façade. Her emotions, fueled by raw nerves, stress, and a lack of any decent sleep began to overwhelm her. “Dammit, I didn’t want this to happen.”
“We can wait. I’ll totally understand,” Dylan replied, pulling back and giving her a look of concern. “You’ve been through so much.”
“Make love to me,” she whispered, “even if I cry through the whole thing.” She sniffled and let out a giggle. “A cast, coughing, and now crying . . . is that a deal breaker?”
“No. I don’t know of anything that would be a deal breaker,” he replied, pushing forward until he felt himself against her. “I want nothing in this world the way I want you. Nothing else matters.”
“Nothing else matters,” Summer whispered back, knowing that he was telling her the truth. He wasn’t some guy who had chased after her during summer vacation and would be gone by fall. This was Dylan, the guy who had flirted with her since they were both too young to know what to do about it. She, too, had dreamed about this moment for longer than she would ever admit. She reached out for his hips and pulled him into her. She felt another surge of electricity that went straight to her core as he pushed inside.
For Dylan, there was much more to this moment than simply getting laid. In his mind, what had happened between them the first time hadn’t really counted. There had been too much wine involved, which had clouded both of their inhibitions. He knew that being totally sober wouldn’t have changed anything, but he wasn�
��t so sure about Summer. When she had gone missing, he was not only upset by the thought of not being with her again, but also not knowing whether that first time had been real. Over the past few days, he had become confident that she was on the same page as him, and this moment represented the confluence of many emotions and desires that had been held back for such a long time.
As he began to move inside her, he savored the way she felt. He kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers as they both gave in to their overwhelming desires. He felt as if he were conveying his unspoken feelings for her through the gentle, yet persistent strokes he was delivering. Those emotions seemed to be conveying in exactly the way he intended as tears continued to seep from the corners of her eyes.
“You are driving me crazy,” she moaned as he continued to rhythmically express his feelings. She tilted her hips and once again grabbed hold of his sides, encouraging him to be a little more aggressive.
He slid his knees forward and took her head in his hands, kissing her hard and delivering the long, full strokes she was searching for. Dylan’s thoughts turned from being sentimental to being completely driven by what seemed to be full-blown, unquenchable desire. Summer’s tears turned to moans and then to cries as he fucked her in a way that he had always envisioned in his dreams. He reached out and gripped the edge of the bed in an attempt to gain just a bit more leverage and send them both beyond their current state into one of sheer bliss.
Summer began to tremble and thrust her head back against the bed, so Dylan attacked the side of her neck, first kissing it before sucking her flesh between his lips. The sensations of a storm brewing within him unlike anything he had ever known drove him to the point of nearly exploding. Summer’s fingertips dug into his skin as he reached an explosive climax that matched the intensity of the one she had already been experiencing.
After sharing the most incredible moment that two human beings can possibly share, he once again cradled her head in his hands and kissed her with all the passion that was burning inside him. This was the perfect moment that both of them had been dreaming about. It felt like destiny.
Chapter 33
After nearly an hour of lying naked in his bed, talking, and simply caressing each other, it was time for Summer to get home. They reluctantly got up, got dressed, and headed back toward her house. Pulling the car back into the driveway, they were greeted by the smell of steaks sizzling on the grill. “You should go talk to Dad and Grandpa,” she suggested to Dylan after parking in front of the garage. While in the hospital, she had witnessed the dramatic turn in her father’s attitude toward him and she wanted him to keep building upon it. Dylan nodded in agreement.
After helping Summer get into the house, he joined the two men on the deck. “That’s a sweet ride, Mr. Bennett. It’s got a kickass stereo too.”
“Hey, my Caddy has quite the stereo too,” Cliff rebutted, nodding toward his four-door Deville. “Back when I was your age, nobody would’ve thought of buying a foreign car. Nothing could compete with a fifty-seven Chevy.”
“Well, the world has changed a lot since the invention of ships that can carry cars.” Ryan laughed, slapping his dad on the shoulder.
“Sure . . . now that the noose is no longer around your neck, you think you can go back to giving me hell, huh?” Cliff lowered his head slightly, shooting Ryan a look over the top of his glasses.
“You know I just like teasing you, Dad.” Ryan threw his arm around him and shook him. “I know that boats have been around quite a few years longer than you.”
“Yeah, the first boat was carved out of a tree in about 8000 BC.” Dylan chuckled after pulling it up on Google. Ryan was still laughing as he turned his attention back to the meat cooking on the grill. Seeing the opportunity, Cliff pulled Dylan aside, using Summer’s new car as an excuse to put some distance between the two of them and Ryan.
“It’s been quite a week,” he said, walking around to the front of the car and examining the grille.
“That’s for sure.” Dylan shook his head, still amazed by it all. “I’m just glad everything worked out the way it did.”
“Yeah, me too.” Cliff cleared his throat, still choking up whenever he talked about it. “Hopefully, her lungs will continue to improve. I’d hate to see her have ongoing problems.”
“She seems to be doing pretty well today.” Dylan distracted himself by cleaning around the edges of the hood emblem. “I still can’t believe Carson would do something like that.”
“I’m just glad that his parents weren’t around to see it. Your grandmother would’ve been completely heartbroken.” Cliff opened the driver’s side door and sat down in the driver’s seat, clicking on the seat adjustment to move the seat back.
“He actually told me that one of the reasons he was so pissed off is because he got stuck taking care of her,” Dylan confided. “I mean, seriously? Mom had three of us to take care of and I was only eleven. Did he really think that she could take care of her on top of everything else?”
“Listen. You had nothing to do with that son of a bitch being bitter.” Cliff’s eyes immediately grew dark. “He’s had a huge goddamn chip on his shoulder since he was a kid. He’s always thought that the world should revolve around him. He’s done nothing but try to ruin my son’s life ever since they were kids, so I hope he rots away in prison.”
“If he ever gets out, I think I’ll move to a deserted island somewhere and not take a phone with me.” Dylan leaned in, lowering his voice. “He actually sent me a virus so he was able to track me and control the settings on my phone.”
“At least he didn’t have a high-definition traffic camera pointed at your house.” Cliff nodded in the direction of the intersection. “I’m sorry to say it, but I wish Ryan would’ve taken him out when he had the chance.”
Dylan didn’t respond other than nodding in agreement. Part of him still thought of Carson as his uncle, but after being shot by the guy, it was hard to remain even remotely sympathetic. He had replayed that apocalyptic scene in his head a thousand times in the past two days, and he still found it impossible to reconcile. His mother, however, hadn’t had the same difficulty. “Now you understand why I was so upset that you were out with him last weekend,” she had said, emphasizing her point. It also came to light that she had never called him about posting bail either. He had come and done that on his own accord. That, too, had been part of his master plan and the self-admitted flaw in an otherwise perfectly executed con job.
After having dinner and hanging out with everyone for a couple more hours, Summer desperately needed to get some sleep. It didn’t matter that it was still light outside. She was exhausted, and her cough had become impossible to control. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had tucked her in, but tonight it felt good. Once Olivia pulled the covers up around her neck and gave her a kiss, she left her to get some rest.
For the past several days, the beeping of machines, the coming and going of nurses, and her growing obsession with Dylan had all provided plenty of distraction. Now, however, the house was deathly silent. She was suddenly faced with the first opportunity to really spend time alone with her thoughts. A feeling of dread slowly began to permeate her body, and a tingling feeling surged from the center of her head all the way down her spine. Her heart began to pound as if she had just crossed the finish line of the Boston Marathon. She was having a full-blown panic attack. She clicked on a lamp next to her bed and began taking controlled breaths in an attempt to ease her symptoms. Her mother had shown her the technique years ago when she had been anxious about starting junior high. After several minutes of breathing, her symptoms began to ease and her exhaustion began to overtake the anxiety. She drifted off to sleep.
After only a few hours of fitful sleep, she awoke to her parent’s voices in the bedroom next door. At first, she didn’t pay much attention, but it quickly became obvious that they were having a fairly serious argument. They suddenly hushed their voices, obviously realizing that they had be
en talking too loudly. Summer slipped out of bed, curious as to what the argument was about. She hobbled over to the doorway, cupping her ear and placing it against the solid wood door. The debate was heated and somehow, it seemed to involve her. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. She pushed harder against the wood in an attempt to make out her mother’s words. As she listened, her curiosity slowly turned into confusion. Then her confusion began to transform into despair, and after crawling back into bed, it slowly festered into anger. She couldn’t decide whether she was angrier about the situation or the fact that they had been keeping it from her.
She remained silent when her door opened with a creak and her mother came to the side of her bed to check on her. She softly ran her hand up and down the center of Summer’s back, making her wonder if she intended to wake her. She kept her eyes closed, not being in the mood for a discussion at the moment. The caressing finally stopped, and after a kiss on the cheek, Summer was once again left alone with her thoughts. She reached over to her nightstand in search of her phone. It was just after midnight, and she knew that sleeping would now be impossible. There were so many thoughts churning through her mind, so many questions flooding to the surface, and so much anger. She sent a text to Dylan, wondering if he could pick her up early the next morning. It was a Saturday, so both of her parents would most likely be hanging around all day. She wanted to avoid them until she had figured out how to deal with the situation in her own way.
Dylan: Will seven be early enough?
Summer: Perfect! You won’t believe what I just found out.
Dylan: Try me
Summer: See you at seven. XO
She muted her phone and tossed it upside down on the bed. After buzzing a couple of times, everything fell silent once again. She thought about setting an alarm for herself, but she knew it wouldn’t be necessary. Instead, her thoughts drifted to something she had read in one of her mother’s books that compared emotional wellbeing to a four-legged table. Each of the four legs was necessary to feel good emotionally, and a week ago, she had lost one of those legs. Knowing its importance, she had immediately gone back to the park in an effort to re-establish it, only to have another one immediately kicked out from under her. She had no idea how to go about repairing this one. It seemed as if it was going to be nearly impossible to recover from. As anger transformed into anguish, hot tears began to stream onto her pillow. After nearly an hour of tearful self-pity, she grabbed her phone and sat up in bed. There were several concerned text messages from Dylan. She sent him one back.