“This right here is like a cherry on my favorite ice cream sundae.” Then he bends and traces the lines of the checkered flag tattooed just above my pubic mound. My head falls back, and I moan, I don’t know how quiet it is, but I hope it doesn’t wake the kids. “Baby, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m so turned on right now I could come. But that’s not happening until you come for me, twice.” His lips continue downward, and I can feel his harsh breaths against the wetness of my swollen pussy.
He grabs the back of my thighs and turns us, so we’re lying on the bed the right way. “Reach up and grab the headboard, and don’t let go,” he lowers. His mouth goes back between my trembling thighs, and then latches onto my clit, sucking as much of it as he can between his lips. My hips jerk sharply in reaction, but he’s holding them firmly forcing me to take everything he’s doing to my tender swollen flesh.
I whimper helplessly against the onslaught of his tongue, teeth, and lips as they unleash pleasure so intense I nearly black out from the sensations coursing through me. “Dylan,” I whisper-shout, trying my best to stay as quiet as I can. His tongue plunges inside me over and over; then he retreats to lick away the juices escaping from my core. My head thrashes back and forth while my hands grip the head of the bed, hanging on for dear life. My muscles strain so hard my body trembles under him. His tongue licks from my opening to my clit over and over before he ends with his teeth tugging on my clit and sucking it inside the wetness of his mouth.
“Let go and come for me, Brooke. I want to feel you come against my tongue.” My breathing stops and my legs squeeze together tightly trapping Dylan’s head between my quaking thighs. His tongue moves down to my entrance, and I feel him licking away all the juices that escaped during my orgasm. When he’s satisfied he’s cleaned it all away he moves swiftly up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue as he takes control of my mouth. “That’s one,” he says smugly. “I could get off just watching you come, but I intend to come inside you.” I start to remove my hands, but he orders me to keep them there. Instead, I bring up my legs and wrap them around his trim waist to pull him into me.
“Then do it,” I tell him. “I need to feel you inside me again, Dylan.” Reaching down he grabs my leg behind the knee and lifts it tightly to the side of my body, and then lines his cock up toward my opening which is again saturated from arousal. He pushes in, stretching me. It burns, but I welcome it. Then he stops. What? Nooo.
“Shit, condom.”
“I’m on the pill, don’t stop.” I’m not too proud to beg right now, and I’m clearly not thinking straight.
“I’ve never gone without one, Brooke.” He shakes his head like he’s unsure.
“I’m clean, and I’ve never gone without one either, but I understand if you’re uncomfortable,” I reassure him with a smile. I start to relax and remove my leg from around his waist, but he changes plans.
“Fuck it….just fuck it,” he growls. He pushes back against me and slips easily inside because I’m that wet. Once he bottoms out, he stills for a moment while we both savor the sensation of him being inside me raw. A first for both of us. “Shit, Brooke. I can’t hold back. Please say you’re ready.”
“Move, Dylan,” encourage. Then I move my hips further inviting him to get on with it. My leg around him loosens giving him room to pull back, which he does, right before he plunges back inside me, hitting the back of my pussy deliciously. Nerve endings inside me are absorbing every part of his cock as he begins a slow and deep rhythm. Every few strokes he follows with a mind blowing rotation of his hips against mine which keeps a steady beat against my clit. I can feel the need to come again building quickly. “Dylan, I’m close, so close. Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop.”
He kisses me long and wet. “Don’t you dare hold back. Give it up to me, Brooke.” His head lowers to my sensitive nipple and gives one a sharp nip with his teeth, and it’s just enough to cause my detonation. My orgasm rips through me, again stealing my muscle control and breath, but this time, my sight disappears as well. Then my body begins a slight convulsion that I have no control over.
Dylan continues to thrust into me chasing his release. “So good. So fucking good. Goddamn, it’s never been this fucking good,” he chants against my neck over and over. I lower my arms to his back, and just as they make contact he hits something deep inside me causing a sharp pain that’s just as quickly replaced with pleasure. My nails dig deeply into the flesh covering the strong muscles of his waist as I come again. He stops moving and lifts his head from my neck. I open my eyes and look up into his. “That’s three, babe.” Then he pulls out and rolls me to my stomach.
My muscles are jelly right now after three of the strongest orgasms of my life, four if you count the one in the garage. Holy shit, that’s more orgasms than I’ve ever had with a man before. And these were all in one night. Dylan is a certifiable sex god, creator of orgasms.
His strong hands lift me at my waist so my butt is in the air and he’s kneeling behind me. I doubt I have anything left in me to give, but he obviously feels different. “I’m going for my personal best tonight, Brooke. Now I want one more from you,” he says leaning over my back to speak in my ear. His tone is dark and seductive, and surprisingly my body responds no matter how lethargic I’m feeling right now.
He sits back up behind me and slides back in. I feel him even deeper at this angle causing me to whimper. There’s no way my body is ever prepared for him entering me with his size, but the feeling of him stretching me is magnificently earth shattering every time. He begins to move in long short strokes, causing me to chase his erection by following his hips whenever he pulls away. Every few strokes he slams into me hard and deep before resuming his regular rhythm. He’s ramping up my need to come again like he’s tuning a race car for maximum performance. Then he stills and sits all the way back on his calves pulling me back onto his lap and leaning against his broad chest. My calves are on the outside of his, opening me up to his hands. One hand comes up and begins working a nipple. With the other he strums my clit in time to his short, deep thrust. He’s so deep inside me that there’s nowhere else to go. He’s going to exceed his personal best, however, many that may be, but I can feel an epic orgasm approaching me. I raise my arms to circle behind his head threading my fingers through the hair there. He continues to attack every pleasure point on my body with his strong thrust and very skilled fingers. “Come on, Brooke. I’m waiting for you, sweetheart. Give me one more,” he urges. He teases the sensitive skin of my neck with his lips and nips my ear sharply. Then he moves his head to my shoulder and begins nibbling and licking there. I’m so close, and my body begins its impending seizing that is followed by my release. When he feels it too, he bites down sharply on the skin between my neck and shoulder. I fall over the edge in a spectacular orgasm. My walls contract and enhance the feel of his continued thrusts.
“Oh, God. Dylan,” I cry out.
“That’s it, baby. I’m going to ride you through it while I come.” His thrusts lose a little rhythm but pick up in intensity. I’m dizzy trying to stay coherent with the pleasure singing through every nerve of my body right now. “Oh, shit. Goddamn it.” Dylan leans us forward and with a few more hard thrust his body stills. I feel his cum bath my pussy in warm, copious amounts. It causes my walls to contract a couple of more times around him as he goes lax against me. His body jerks every time I squeeze, and this milks both of our orgasms until we are both still. Finally, he rolls us to our sides and disengages from my body causing me to cry out. “Are you sore?”
“Yes, but deliciously so.” I hum.
“Good. I want you sore. I want you to remember this night for a long time.” He whispers against my nape.
I turn in his arms. “Dylan, there’s no way I could forget this night. That is one promise that I have no problem making.”
He stares at me with an intensity I swear I feel in my soul. “No regrets?”
I shake m
y head no, “Not a one.” I bury my face in his neck and breathe in the scent of his skin. The scent that has driven me crazy and turned me on for the last six months. I let myself relax into his body, absorbing the warmth of his skin still slick with sweat from our love making. A deep yawn escapes before I can stop it.
Dylan chuckles, “Did I wear you out?”
“Mmmm. I had worked eight hours before we went out, but yeah, these last few hours I think finished me off. But it’s a good exhaustion.” I yawn again.
“You know, if I didn’t know for the fact that you just had four or five orgasms, all given by me, all your yawning would hurt my fragile ego.”
I giggle against his neck. “Shut up, there’s nothing wrong with your ego.”
“No. Right now I’m feeling pretty damn good.” He pulls me even closer to him. “Thank you, Brooke,” he whispers.
“For what?” I whisper back.
“Tonight. Everything.” I yawn again trying to stay awake in case he says more. “God, I’m such a selfish prick.”
I lift my head and look in his eyes. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I want to keep you awake, keep us awake.” His tone is sad, and I’m confused.
“Why?”
“Because once we fall asleep our night is over. Goodbye, Dylan and Brooke. Hello, soci…….”
I raise a finger to his lips and shush him. “Shhhh. Don’t do this. Don’t mess this up, please. We still have the rest of the night to lay here and hold each other, so let’s enjoy that.”
He leans in for a sweet kiss that I don’t think is meant to go any further. I return it just as sweetly. When he pulls back, he rolls me so my back is against his chest and pulls me close. “Go to sleep, Brooke.”
I wake up to loud pounding. I don't want to open my eyes. I’m afraid if I do I’m going to wake up in my little room in my little apartment, and last night will have just been an erotic dream. But then again, the soreness of my nipples and between my thighs says all that needs to be said. It wasn’t just a delicious, sexy dream.
Okay, Brooke, be a big girl and open your damn eyes. Nope, not a dream at all. Dylan is lying next to me in all his sculpted muscle, tattooed gorgeous self. He’s a virtual feast for the eyes in all his naked glory. I feel heat infuse my skin all over again. If last night was supposed to make me want him any less, bad call. Maybe in a few days, once the night-after sensations still coursing through my body calm down, but right now everything we did last night is way too fresh and arousing. God, he looks good. He's totally out, dead to the world, but has a happy grin on his face as he sleeps. I can only hope that I put that look there. Shit. I can’t believe I slept with a client, a very hot and sexually astute client, but I have seriously crossed all professional lines ever drawn. And it’s all because of this one spectacular man.
There's more loud pounding followed by, "Dylan, what the hell get up!"
Oh no, it's Luke at the door. This is not good. I reach out and gently shake Dylan's arm, but he doesn't budge. I shake him a little harder and whisper, "Dylan."
He stirs and without opening his eyes pulls me closer tucking me under one of his arms. It feels amazing being trapped under him, and it further stirs up all the sensations from last night. But I can’t let those distract me right now. I’ll save those for later. Right now I need Dylan to get up. Thank God he thought to lock the door. I reach up and cup his face then whisper a little louder in his ear, "Dylan, Luke is at the door."
His eyes slowly open, and a slow grin spreads across his face as he gazes down at me. We both are startled when Luke pounds again, "Dylan, seriously, we’re starving! We need food!"
Dylan groans and hollers back, "Are you telling me you guys can't find one thing to stuff your faces with?"
"The cabinets are pretty bare, man; someone needs to go shopping. There’s not even enough pop tarts or cereal to feed us.”
Dylan shakes his head, but still has that goofy grin on his face. He yells at the door, "Alright, get everyone ready and I'll be out soon to go out for breakfast. I'm sure we can find somewhere that's open."
"Okay, but hurry."
We hear Luke's footsteps as he leaves, and I let out a relieved sigh. I wonder how he plans on getting me out of here without us getting caught. Something tells me he didn’t think this all the way through, and he’s going to have to wing it. But again, I don’t think that’ll be a problem because Dylan was probably one of those teenage bad boys who knew just how to sneak a girl in and out of his bedroom.
He leans down and kisses my mouth tenderly, "Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning,” I smile back. “Did you plan on me spending the night?”
He sits up, and I follow pulling a sheet up to cover my nakedness. He laughs, " No, but I'm glad you did. Now I don't have to wonder what it's like to wake up next to you anymore."
I smile, how many times have I wondered that very same thing. "That’s….really nice, but we were almost caught. So all the times you thought about this, did you ever wonder how you’re getting me out of here?"
He shakes his head and stands up grabbing his jeans from the floor. "Nah, but it’s no big deal. I'm going to take them out for a long breakfast. Then you can shower and sneak out.” He frowns after that.
“What?”
“Shit, I don't want to send you home in a cab."
I laugh, "Don’t worry. My very first walk of shame.”
His frown increases. “Don’t say that, Brooke. There is no shame in last night.”
I try to sooth him. “I know. I’m kidding. Seriously, though, taking a cab isn’t a problem.”
"I guess you won't let me pay for it?"
I shake my head, "No, thank you, though.”
My eyes are watching with hunger as he goes to his closet for a shirt. What did last night mean to him? He seems happy this morning, but is he happy because he got laid or because it was with me? I wish I had the guts to ask him. We both know that last night was us just getting past the sexual tension that was growing so far out of control. Both of us have too much at stake, my job, and his guardianship. But I can’t lie and say that I wish neither one of those were a factor here because if I thought for one moment, Dylan would want a relationship with me I would risk my heart to be with him. I’m just hoping my heart isn’t too far involved already.
Dylan slips his shirt on over his chiseled chest, and it makes me want to cry to see him cover up all of him with clothing. It should be a law that he’s now allowed to wear clothes, well, around me that is. I shake my head because I seriously need to get control of my wayward thoughts. Going to the big dresser situated between the his-and-her closet doors he pulls out a pair of drawstring sweats and a Motley Crue concert shirt before sauntering toward me. By the smirk on his face, I think he read my ‘no-clothing clause in Brooke’s presence’ thoughts.
He sits next to me and holds out the clothes. I’m wondering how he’s so calm right now when I’m fixing to combust. "Last night was amazing,” I whisper.
He laughs slightly, "I know it was. It was the most incredible night of my life, and I’m not going to forget it or regret it. And you have to promise me you won’t either.” I try not to let my face show the disappointment when he says that, which is stupid because my brain knows that's all it can be. He scratches that delicious looking stubble on his chin making me remember the feel of it on my skin last night. “Don’t drive yourself crazy worrying about me, the kids, or your career. Let’s just enjoy it for what it was and keep it perfect in our memories.” A sharp pain slams through my chest. Now I know what a broken heart is. He laughs seemingly in a good mood and continues. “Brooke, it's no secret that we've been insanely attracted to one another since the day we met. Hell, I wondered what you would like naked since the moment I saw you in your office.”
I blush, "I pictured you too, but obviously, my imagination is lacking.” I decide if he can keep it light, I can find a way to do the same.
He brushes a piece of my hair be
hind my ear and takes my face in his strong hands. He looks deep into my eyes searching for something. "Now we know what it's like, it's fucking incredible. Last night was Brooke and Dylan, two strangers. Now, today, when I leave this room we’ll become a social worker and client again. I will respect your career. So don't obsess." He clearly missed the mark trying to read my thoughts this morning.
I laugh and nod. "Yeah, two roles we play so well, right?"
He drops his hands, "You have to learn to get out of your head sometimes." His look turns serious for a minute, "You don't regret last night do you?"
I can't believe he could even think that. I take his hand in mine, "No, not even a little bit. I'm so glad we had last night."
He grins with satisfaction before pulling me in for a deep, devastating kiss, one that feels suspiciously like goodbye. I feel like this will be our last kiss, so I know he feels it too as he pulls away slowly because there is sadness in his eyes. "See you Tuesday. Get home safe."
I smile and nod at him, "I'll see you Tuesday."
He stands up and leaves the room, closing the door behind him without looking back. I hear loud noises as the he gathers the kids, and then I hear the garage door closing as they head out to breakfast. Sadly, it’s without me. I reach for my cell phone and call a cab who will be here in 15 minutes. In Dylan’s bathroom, I splash water on my face free of last night’s makeup then run my fingers through my hair to get it somewhat under control. Back in the bedroom, I pull on the sweats which I have to tighten and then roll at the waist and ankles several times to get them even close to fitting. The t-shirt is large and hangs nearly to my knees, so I tie it at the waist. I briefly wonder if everyone who’s done the walk of shame gets to wear the guy’s clothes home. I'm swimming in them, but it’s better than having to wear the regular walk of shame clothes of the night before.
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