I quickly discard my jeans onto the floor and am pulled back into his lap. His rough hands grab my ass, pulling me closer so we’re chest to chest. “Now, where were we?” I ask, as he rocks me against him, putting us back into that erotic rhythm.
“You were about to come.”
“Was not,” I reply, dropping my head to his shoulder as he rubs his cock against my clit. Wow. If he keeps this up, I definitely will be coming. A lot. I moan loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Why are we still wearing underwear?”
He turns his head and presses his lips to my temple as a groan rumbles in his throat. “Because I’m pretending I’ve just snuck into sixteen-year-old Dylan’s bedroom. This is how I’d get you off. I don’t need you naked to make you come.”
I moan again, tilting my head up and locking on to his eyes. “I’ve never done this before.”
His breathing becomes labored as he grips my hips harder. “You’ve never done what? Dry-humped?”
“No,” I reply through a gasp. I lean back and see him take in what I’ve just confessed. A smirk forms on his lips. “You like that, don’t you? You like knowing you’re the first guy to do this to me.”
“No, I don’t like it,” he answers, his jaw clenching. “I fucking love it. You want me to make you come, love? Just like this?” I nod, closing my eyes as the slow burn in my gut becomes almost unbearable. “Look at me. You know I have to see you.”
I obey and open my eyes, bringing my gaze down to his mouth. That mouth that drives me completely wild with his words and the way he uses it. I brace my hands on his shoulders as he begins thrusting his hips up to meet each grind. Each pulse against my clit sends me into a frenzy. “I’m so close. Please, tell me you’re close.”
“Fuck. I’m right there,” he grunts out through gritted teeth. He digs into my hips to the point of it being painful as I feel him shudder underneath me. “Holy fuck. Now, Dylan.”
I take over, moving against him as if he was inside me and we aren’t just fooling around like horny teenagers. And then it hits me, the orgasm racing through my body like the blood rushing in my veins. I arch my back and shout his name, riding out my climax. I’m panting, barely able to take in a deep breath as I drop my head down and see the sexiest grin on the man who’s just snuck into my bedroom. I bite my lip playfully. “Holy shit. I’m kinda crushing on the twenty-two-year-old version of you.”
His amused smile spreads to his eyes, softening them as he drops his head back against the headboard. His slightly-tanned chest heaves with two deep breaths. “Next time I sneak into your room, you’ll be grinding that pussy against my face.”
Sweet Lord. I clench my thighs against his, feeling like I could come again just from that declaration. “Did you love going down on girls back then, too?” I ask, shifting off his lap. I know he hates these types of questions, but I ask anyway. I can’t help that I’m curious with everything involving Reese.
He stands and slips off his boxers, bunching them up in his hand and wiping himself off. He shakes his head before replying. “I would’ve loved going down on you. It’s the way you react to me, Dylan. The way you taste. That’s why I love doing it.” He tosses his boxers into the hamper, looking back at me. “Good answer?”
I nod and reach out for him. “Great answer. Come back to bed.”
“Hungry. You want some Chinese? I got those egg rolls you like.”
I grunt and plop down sideways onto the bed, resting my head on my hand. “Can’t. I’m on a strict no-good-food diet until Saturday. I can’t even taste-test my treats.”
“What? Why?”
I watch his bare ass walk into the kitchen, appreciating the angle I’m currently in that’s giving me this amazing view. I sigh before responding. “Because my dress was a little snug on me tonight. The seamstress said it’s probably because of the booze over the weekend.” I tug at the hem of my tank top, covering my hip. “That goddamn champagne is ruining my life. I’m never drinking that stuff again.” I glance up as he returns to the bed, carrying a bowl and munching on an egg roll. “You suck. Guys can eat whatever they want and not have to worry about buttoning a lace bodice.”
He shrugs before sitting down on the bed and leaning back against the headboard. “I don’t know why you have to worry about it. That dress isn’t going to be on you long.”
I sit up and leer at him. “It’ll be on me long enough. I can’t have it gaped open in the back. Everyone will see my present to you.”
His eyes fill with curious wonder. “Your present to me? And what would that be?”
I roll off the bed and pull my tank top off. “Not telling. It’s a wedding day surprise.” I toss it into the hamper and walk to the bathroom to take care of my nightly routine. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I reemerge and find Reese putting his dish in the sink. “You ready for bed?” I ask.