My breath hitches, because I know he’s right. I have no smart comebacks to the silencing kisses and touches. “Shut me up, then,” I say.
A knowing smile hovers on his lips and he looks at my breasts, which are at his eye level. “One of the reasons I like this dress? Buttons.” He undoes the top button. “Buttons all the way down.”
He kisses the skin he exposes, lips cool against the heat, as he slowly unbuttons the rest. The soft touch lights the fuse paper on the repressed desperation for his hands on my body. I run trembling hands along his back, dragging my fingers across the ridges of muscle hidden beneath his shirt. Dylan leaves the buttons and grips my hips, pulling me close. I drown in Dylan, his touch transporting me back to the night at the beach house. He runs his nose along the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, his breathing heavy to match mine.
“Tell me to stop if this isn’t what you want,” he says against my neck, the heat of his mouth burning my skin.
The shaking mass of arousal I’ve become could never refuse. I’ve stepped away from my opportunity to step out of his life and I know why - because Dylan’s filled a gap in my soul too. I don’t know why, or how, or what’s next, apart from I’m giving my mind a sabbatical and going wherever Dylan is taking me.
Slipping the floral dress from my shoulders, he nips my shoulder then plants soft kisses towards the top of my breasts, palming the soft mounds through my cotton bra.
I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, and once I’ve undone the minimum to fit over his head, I pull the shirt upwards. Dylan helps, exposing the smooth lines of his chest. I run my fingers along his chest; hands across his shoulders then trace his tattooed arms. This man’s hard, muscled body never left my fantasies.
In a swift movement, Dylan unclasps and dispenses with my bra, tongue teasing my nipple before I have a chance to react. The sudden intensity pools hot desire between my legs. I moan and grip his broad shoulders, digging my nails into his smooth flesh.
He stops and looks up at me. “Good job those aren’t as sharp as your tongue.”
“Oh, very clever,” I say, “Now who has a smart mouth?”
Not listening, Dylan rests his head against the back of the sofa, rubbing my exposed thighs. “I have a lot of difficulty controlling myself around you. So I apologise now for what I’m about to do.”
A million scenarios crash into my head; the inevitability of the chain reaction we caused when we kissed in the house is finally here.
“What are you about to do?”
Dylan skims a hand across my belly, fingers hovering at the edge of my panties. “Remember when I said I’d never fuck you?” he whispers. “Do you remember what I said?”
I want to speak but my brain is mush, waiting for those fingers to explore, so I shake my head.
“I told you, you’re worth so much more than that; the things I could do to you…”
I groan; he’s teasing me and his arousal straining his trousers pushes against my thin underwear makes his delay a hundred times worse.
“I dreamt about touching your curves and enjoying the softness of your skin from the very first night in Broadbeach. Every single minute your mouth was close enough, I obsessed about kissing you.”
As if making up for lost time, he runs his fingers along my back, stroking gently before moving his hands and cupping my breasts. As he circles his thumb around my hard nipples, I shuffle backwards on his knee so I can reach the button of his trousers. This time he allows me to unfasten them with my shaking fingers.
For a heart-stopping moment, I think he’s going to change his mind again. Dylan lifts me from his lap then sets me in the sofa. Oh, God, please don’t say no again… Instead, he stands and shuffles out of his trousers, the expensive suit pants landing on the floor next to his shirt.
At last, I get to see Dylan in his underwear in real life - I’ve seen a couple of pictures on the internet but in those photos his black briefs didn’t include a barely restrained erection.
Oh, holy fuck. This is the definition of a killer body - dangerous and threatening to any girl’s self-respect. And he wants me. I hungrily drag my gaze across his smooth chest, taking in the sight of his rock hard abs and the lines disappearing into his briefs. Dylan doesn’t stand for long; he pushes me backwards onto the sofa and when his naked chest meets mine, the contrast of the softness of his skin over the unyielding strength of his muscles undoes me further.
I arch my back as he slides a hand beneath my bottom, my hardened nipples brushing against him. Dylan groans; his rigid length presses against my increasingly sensitive sex. He pulls my leg around his waist and nibbles on my lip as I gasp for breath, drowning in the moment with Dylan.
“Oh, fuck!” Dylan stops and sits back, raking his hand through his hair.
“What?” A trembling mess, I’m alarmed at his sudden halt to proceedings. “Is it me?”
“No, Fuck. Shit.” He stands, staring down at me and I sit up, unable to keep my eyes off his arousal.
“What, Dylan?” I sit.
“This is my place. No one comes here. So I haven’t got any fucking condoms!”
I giggle in relief and at his frustration, ignoring my own, and he smiles in return. “I’m so wound up, right now. I could hold you down and tease you until you come but I’m too selfish.” He sits next to me, winding both hands into my hair and gripping possessively. “I want you. I want to be inside you, with you surrounding me, together completely like we should be.”
His words flood more arousal through me, the image of what he’s suggesting has entered my head on a number of occasions and isn’t far away now. I lean in for another mouth-mashing kiss, unsure what happens next. I won’t have sex with Dylan without protection; leaving my heart unprotected is enough for tonight. But I ache to do what he says.
“What do we do?” I gasp, as his mouth encloses my nipples again.
Dylan runs hand up my inner thigh, fingers playing at the edge of my underwear. “I don’t know, but I’ve fucking waited long enough!”
I gasp and slap his shoulder playfully. “Dylan Morgan! You presumptuous, jumped up rock star. How do you know I’m interested?”
He slips a finger into my panties and I gasp as he glides over my sex. “I don’t think this shows lack of interest, Sky.”
I grip my thighs around his hand before he has a chance to tease me. “Dylan, don’t start…”
Dylan removes his hand, darkened eyes searching mine. “I’m taking you to bed.” He throws my dress at me and smirks. “But no streaking naked across the lawn.”
We dress quickly, laughing, natural with each other. More fierce kisses and touches later, we sprint across the grass holding hands. The summer breeze cools my cheeks but no other part of me, the awareness of this amazing man searing desire through me.
“This way,” he whispers and opens the door in the darkness at the back of the house, pulling me through. I laugh, heart bursting with joy then exploding with sensation as he pins me to the wall in the darkened hallway, sliding his hands beneath my dress and up my thighs.
I pull him in for another kiss. He laughs softly against my mouth then scoops me over his shoulder, the way he did at the beach. I shriek, and hit his backside and he responds with a slap on mine.
I don’t notice anything about Dylan’s expansive bedroom apart from the huge bed in the centre, and he flops me onto the plush, white bedding. Tearing his shirt over his head, he disappears through a door at the other end of the large room. I unbutton my dress and shimmy out of it, removing my bra too. I hesitate, deciding to leave on my panties and sit on the edge of the bed - I’m not quite brazen enough to remove everything.
Dylan returns with foil wrappers, which he places on the bed.
“I needed to make sure you haven’t changed your mind,” he whispers, “but the fact you’re almost naked suggests you haven’t.”
“Almost.”
Dylan grins. “I can fix that.” He kneels on the bed and runs a finger along my stoma
ch. I wriggle at the sensation. His touch skims my hips as he hooks two thumbs through my underwear and slides them down, then drops the thin material to the floor.
He hungrily takes in the sight of my nakedness and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel exposed under a man’s scrutiny.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sky,” he growls then presses me into the bed.
My heart hammers as our mouths meet, teeth clashing with the raw intensity of the kiss. Dylan takes my wrists in one broad hand, and holds my arms above my head. I make a breathless sound as Dylan’s rough kisses shift towards my breasts, before he closes his mouth around my pebbled nipple. He pushes my legs apart with his knee, fingers travelling up my inner thigh until he discovers my wet centre.
I buck against him as he slips a finger inside, moving his mouth back to mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, matching the movement of his finger and I move against him, pushing myself against the palm of his hand.
For what feels like eternity, I drown in the sensation of his attention to my body; his expert kisses and touch bringing me to the brink and then letting me go again, over and over, until I can’t take the building pressure anymore.
“Dylan, stop…” I jerk against his grip on my hands.
Dylan releases my hands and kneels back. “Too much?”
“Not enough,” I say, hands going towards his trousers. I unbutton his trousers as he watches me through heavy-lidded eyes.
“But this is okay?” he asks with a smile, stepping out of his trousers and briefs.
I hitch my breath at the size of him compared to Grant and shift forward to run my fingertips along his shaft.
Dylan sucks air between his teeth and shakes his head at me. “Don’t Sky, I’m trying fucking hard to control myself here…”
He leans across the bed, and grabs the condom on the bed above my head. My stomach flips as he rolls it onto himself, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, but anxious about Dylan’s…size.
Stroking my damp hair from my face, he kisses my closed eyes. “I want you so bad, and I promise this won’t be the only time.”
“I know,” I whisper.
Dylan nudges my legs apart and strokes me again, before pushing against me. I gasp again as the tip of him touches my clit and I swear I’m going to come before he’s inside me.
I shift, allowing him to slide towards my wet core, trembling in anticipation of what I’ve wanted since Broadbeach. Dylan thrusts into me, hard, and I almost cry out. He stills, aware of my tensing, then pulls out so he’s barely inside.
“I love you Sky,” he says, “I fucking love you.”
The emotion is clear in his darkened gaze and I nod, unable to speak. Why am I crying? A tear escapes and he kisses it away gently, before thrusting back into me hard. This time I do cry out, overwhelmed by the new connection to Dylan, wanting more of him but aware he’s already given me everything he has - body, heart and soul. He moves slowly at first, eyes still fixed on mine, before increasing the urgency. The pressure builds as the movement bumps my clit. He pulls up one of my legs and I curl it around his hip.
I dig my fingernails into his tense shoulders and he kisses me, the movement of his tongue matching the push of his hips. Everything overwhelms into a world of sensation, as I spiral upwards towards the edge of his galaxy again, eyes dancing with stars. All I can feel is Dylan, inside me, over me, consuming me and I clutch his waist giving into the supernova explosion of my orgasm. Lost in Dylan’s world, I’m aware of his hips tensing before he thrusts hard into me one more time, swearing as he comes.
I wind my arms around him, holding his damp body against mine, his rapid heartbeat slowing. Dylan covers my face with kisses and I relax back with my eyes closed. I was right about him from the first kiss - no man could ever make me feel this way apart from Dylan Morgan. He burrows his nose into my neck and slides onto the bed next to me.
“You do things to me, Sky…” he whispers.
I smile and twist my head to kiss his damp hair. “And you are fucking amazing.”
He laughs at my language, and we join in cuddling and giggling until Dylan wraps us in his sheets and we luxuriate in each other’s arms.
Until he decides to be fucking amazing, again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dylan
The clouds of the last couple of weeks are blown away by my night with Sky. We have a chance to make this work, to continue to meld into the Dylan and Sky we are when we’re together. Sure, this isn’t magically going to happen but one step at a time, steps I hope she’ll take side by side with me.
Replicating the days at the beach house, I cook bacon in the kitchen I rarely use. Singing my Summer Sky song she’s yet to hear, I’m aware of someone entering the room behind.
“Last night wasn’t very successful, was it?”
I turn, spatula in hand. Steve walks over with tired eyes.
“It was for me.” I grin.
Steve huffs and bangs around the kitchen as he pulls out a cup and heads for the coffee pot. “So another night fucking her and everything is okay?”
I stiffen at his use of the word. “We’re going to give this a go.”
Steve sits on a stool and sips his coffee, face becoming a mask of displeasure. Why isn’t he pleased for me? “Great,” he mutters.
“What?” I ask sharply. “This is what we want.”
“This won’t work. Why bother?”
“Because this is what I want, I need to be with Sky to stay sane at the moment.”
“Exactly. So when you lose her, it’ll fuck everything up.”
I’m struck by his words, another reminder this is how things are. Steve doesn’t care about anything but our success and the money he makes, and will do anything to protect that. I’ve seen first-hand how skilful he is at protecting Blue Phoenix’s control of the music world, which involves keeping us in line. I allowed him to do some things I wasn’t comfortable with because I confused him with a father figure. Steve’s no longer a replacement for the Dad who left when I was a kid, and this gradual realisation hit the day before I ran to Broadbeach. For the first time in years, I stepped away, and now I see the control he has but have no idea how to break this.
“That’s my decision to make,” I growl.
Steve shakes his head slowly. “Well, I hope everything works out for you.”
Like I believe him from his tone. “You know what, Steve. I’ll do anything to make this work with Sky. And unless you want me fucking off again, I suggest you suck it up.”
Steve’s pitying look, pisses me off, resolving my determination to make changes and some of those he’s not going to like.
I consider the conversation, the words looping in my head as I cross the house towards my bedroom. The bed is a tangled mess of sheets from last night, clothes strewn across the floor. Sky sleeps with an arm over her head, mouth open and I laugh to myself. She’d be mortified if she knew. But she’s real; the realest thing in my life since I was seventeen. Placing the tray on the nearby dresser, I stroke her mussed hair from her eyes. Opening them, she wrinkles her nose.
“Bacon?” she asks sleepily.
“Yes. I’ve been practicing – I reckon I’ll be a decent chef in no time.” I kiss her forehead.
Sky traces a finger down my arm. “No idea why I never made the connection about the phoenix.”
The sensation of her gentle touch along the outline of the blue phoenix from my bicep to shoulder bolts straight to my dick; well, that and the sheet slipping away from her naked tits.
Sky’s eyes widen as she becomes aware of my dark-eyed scrutiny and she pulls the covers around herself, pouting.
“Don’t hide,” I say, and unlace her fingers from the sheet.
She allows me, and I brush a thumb against her hardening nipple, cupping her breast in my hand as I move in and place my mouth on hers. My attempt at deepening the kiss fails as she pulls her head back.
“What about the sandwich?” she says
and bites down a smile.
“Fuck, you turn me on,” I say huskily, ignoring her.
“Don’t you swear at me, Mr Rock God.” She pushes my shoulder playfully and I grab her hand, pulling a finger into my mouth. Her pupils dilate as our eyes meet and I remove the finger.
“Sure, you should eat because you’re going to need your energy.” I cock a brow, just to ensure she understands exactly what I mean.
“Oh? Are we going on a long walk?” she asks innocently. “Hiking around your country estate?”
Fuck, she’s sexy, teasing me with her smart mouth. I grab her arms and pin them over her head, enjoying the way her increased breathing pushes her tits up and down. “No, and you know that’s not what I mean. I have a couple of weeks to make up for. And we’re starting today.”
She smirks, rather than the usual girls’ yielding reaction to my smooth moves. “Better let me go so I can eat then.”
I release her and move back, pushing down the words I want to use but I know she doesn’t want to hear. I fucking love you, Sky but please don’t rip me apart.
“Are you okay?” she asks, confirming how in tune we are.
“Everything’s fucking awesome.” I grin, pulling the sheet away from the body I don’t want to ever stop touching.
Fuck the bacon sandwiches, there’re more interesting things to do with my mouth here.
*****
Sky
Dylan disappears to the recording studio; reluctantly leaving the bed and after a soak in the bath I wish Dylan was in with me, I explore the grounds again. Around the side of the house is a garden of pavers and shrubs, a large rectangular pond is in the centre, overhung by willow trees. I stand at the edge and look down. Koi carp splash to the surface; writhing orange and black bodies. They always grossed me out, these unnatural looking, monstrous goldfish. There’s a stone bench beneath one of the tress and I curl my legs under, and open my book.
One fantasy has been swapped for another; I’m cocooned in a different world and not one I belong in. Now Dylan and his overwhelming presence have left, the reality is clawing at the edges.
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