She watched, her eyes wide, hands trembling as Dylan approached slowly. She could see the ripple of muscle beneath his T-shirt, his solid thighs beneath his jeans. He looked like a jungle predator ready to attack its prey.
When he went to his knees directly in front of her, Sarah stopped breathing. She continued to watch him, his hands as they slowly glided over her bare legs, drifting higher, his thumbs caressing the insides of her thighs, moving closer to where she wanted him.
When his hands stopped at her hips, she forced air into her lungs. And when he jerked her forward, she squealed in surprise. Dylan’s mouth lowered, his warm breath fanning her belly, moving south until he was hovering right over her lace-covered sex.
Dylan’s teeth raked over her skin, the sheer fabric keeping him from coming in direct contact. She wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue, but she couldn’t form a sentence to tell him as much. Instead, she remained transfixed by the sight, mesmerized by her senses, everything coming together, a storm of sensual ecstasy brewing inside her.
He shifted her panties to the side with one finger before his tongue darted out, sliding through her slit, caressing her labia, making her wetter than she thought possible. Sarah’s eyes rolled back into her head, her stomach muscles clenching from the overwhelming sensations battling her body. His mouth was hot, his tongue wicked with its intensity, the way he lapped at her, pressing firmly against her clit before sliding lower.
He jerked her forward again, his dark brown eyes nearly black as he lowered his mouth even more.
“Dylan…” The word escaped on a strangled breath. Electricity pulsed in her veins, shooting out in all directions as he feasted on her, driving her mad with need.
He lifted his head slightly. “I could eat your pussy for hours. Just like this.”
His mouth lowered again, her body vibrating, her heart rioting in her chest.
“Touch your tits for me,” he ordered, his voice a deep, dark rumble in her ears.
She did his bidding without thought, her hands cupping her sensitive breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, need slamming into her as he continued to flick her with his tongue. Gone were all her body image issues, her modesty. Sarah had never imagined something like this, or how it would make her feel. Surprisingly, she wasn’t focused on hiding from him, or even how she looked in the bright overhead lights that seemed to spotlight her. The only thing that mattered was Dylan and the way he made her body burn.
She needed to come, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. She wanted to be swallowed whole by the incredible feelings he bestowed upon her. Sarah didn’t want it to ever end.
Dylan added his fingers to the mix. Sarah nearly shot up out of the chair when he pushed one deep inside her. He was diligently stroking her G-spot, obviously aware of just what she needed. When his thumb brushed against her anus, she stilled.
“You ever been fucked here?”
She shook her head, still staring at him, her body in an uproar.
He teased her more, gently probing the sensitive flesh.
“Will you let me take your ass, Sarah? Let me fuck you here?”
She nodded, unable to stop herself. At this point, she would give Dylan anything he wanted. She was putty in his hands.
“I will,” he declared, his tone dripping with assurance. “One day, I’m going to bury my cock in your ass, make you beg and plead for me to let you come.”
Of that, she had no doubt.
“Have you ever taken two men at the same time?”
Sarah knew she should’ve been terrified by the idea of having two men touching her, let alone fucking her, but she wasn’t. She should’ve been disgusted that this man would want to share her with someone else. Again, she wasn’t bothered by it. In this moment, with him doing these deliciously taboo things to her body, she wanted everything he was willing to give her.
“Pleasure,” he stated. “It’s all about your pleasure, Sarah.”
She nodded, not even sure why she was.
His breath fanned her slick pussy lips as he spoke, his words sending chills racing across her skin.
“I like to watch,” he admitted. His eyes darkened even more. “I could never share all of you, Sarah, but your body… To watch as someone pleasured you, your eyes locked with mine… The thought makes my dick harder than I thought possible.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her pussy clenching around the finger still lodged inside her.
“Yes, what? You want that?”
“Yes. Everything. I want everything you’ll give me, Dylan.”
A growl vibrated from his chest, sending flames licking at her insides as he once again lowered his mouth, feasting on her. His finger began a rhythmic thrust and retreat inside her as he pierced her asshole with his thumb, his lips wrapping around her clit.
Sarah couldn’t hold on any longer. Her body exploded, sensations slamming into her violently, making her cry out his name as she came harder than she’d ever come before.
chapter SEVENTEEN
SHARING HIS ULTIMATE FANTASY WITH Sarah had been a gamble, but the instant her eyes glazed over and she agreed, Dylan damn near came in his jeans. As much as he wanted to go on pretending there wasn’t a dirty, devious side to his sexuality, he couldn’t. He’d restrained himself for years and years, knowing that Meghan would never submit to his secret desires on an ongoing basis. Sure, she’d given in to him once or twice, back before they had children, but Dylan knew if he’d pressed for more, she would’ve thought he was perverted, probably even sick.
But he wasn’t either of those things. Not to say that sharing a woman’s body was the norm, because it wasn’t. However, it certainly was far more common than a lot of people realized. It was the very reason there were clubs like Club Destiny, Devotion, and Devil’s Playground. Those places offered people the ability to explore their sexuality with like-minded, consenting adults. There was nothing wrong with it, as long as all parties involved were safe and agreeable.
And yes, Dylan wanted to explore those more taboo aspects with this woman. What it was about her, he couldn’t put his finger on, but he was enjoying the fuck out of figuring her out.
After pulling her panties down her legs and discarding them into the pile of clothes, Dylan forced himself to his feet, then picked Sarah up and carried her over to the couch, perching her on his lap while he kissed her, allowing her to come down from her orgasm. He couldn’t resist stroking her smooth skin, cupping her breast, all while he teased her tongue with his own. When she sighed into his mouth, grinding her ass against his crotch, he allowed himself to be more aggressive, pinching her nipples gently, nipping her lower lip.
Damn, but this woman made him absolutely insane with lust.
“I want to feel your pretty lips on my dick,” he whispered against her mouth. “To watch you suck me.”
Sarah grinned and the gleam in her eyes made his dick twitch.