Authors: J. Daniels
His eyes widen. “What did I do? Dylan, goddamn it. What the fuck did I do besides everything you wanted?”
“Everything
I
wanted? How was what we did what I wanted? You’re the one who wanted a casual hook up. You’re the one who never did anything serious and only wanted it to be about sex. I
never
wanted that.”
He steps closer and I back up, but I’m pressed against the wall, unable to put anymore distance between us. “What the fuck are you talking about?” His eyes search my face for an explanation. “
You
were the one who said this was just fun and nothing serious. You labeled it that when we were at The Tavern that night.
You
were the one who refused to let me get close to you, never wanting things to get too intimate between us. That was
all
you, Dylan. I fucking told you that you had all the control.” He roughly rakes his hands through his hair and down his face. “This shit was never casual for me. Never. You’ve owned me since that fucking wedding.”
“I fucking heard you with Ian. I came to your office the day I ended things to tell you I loved you, and I fucking heard you. You said you didn’t do serious and you were just fucking me because you liked to. How could you say that about me? After everything. After your birthday and,” my face falls apart in tears and I push against his chest, “and after you made love to me. How could you say that?”
His hands grip mine, holding them to his chest, his eyes widening and pupils dilating. “
That’s
why you ended things? Fuck, love, if you would have just stayed and listened.”
I pull my hands away from his. “Don’t call me that. And listened to what? I heard everything I needed to hear. I meant nothing to you and you meant
everything
to me.”
He shakes his head and grabs me by the waist, pulling me against him so our chests are touching. He sighs heavily. “Christ, Dylan, if you would have just stayed and listened for a few more seconds, you would have heard Ian call me out on my bullshit.” His hand comes up and he pushes my hair behind my ears, his thumb lingering on my cheek. “I only said those things because I’d been desperately trying to convince myself that it was only about sex between us, because I knew that was what you wanted. I was certain that was what you wanted and the only way I could have you. But it was never just about sex. Not for me. After Ian called me out, I admitted how crazy I was for you. How you were the only woman who ever got to me and that drove me completely insane, and not just because you like to challenge me. Which you do so
fucking
well.”
My breathing becomes labored as I stand pressed against him, unable to move or blink. His eyes are burning into mine and his hands are now softly squeezing my hips. I open my mouth to speak but he silences me with his words.
“I was so in love with you and I couldn’t admit it, because admitting it meant dragging you out of your casual fucking comfort zone and into it with me. And I was scared you would pull away. And you pulled away from me anyway without me ever getting the chance to say it.”
I’m shaking against him and don’t know what to say, or if I can even speak anymore. He’s admitted everything I’ve ever wanted to hear and I can only stare up at him through a tear stained face.
“I called you, every day and sent you messages. Begging, pleading for an answer from you and you ignored me.” His hand comes up and strokes my cheek and I lean into it. “Why? Why wouldn’t you talk to me? We could have fixed this, but now…”
My eyes widen in panic as he drops his hand and shakes his head. I’m frozen against the wall, unable to move as his body turns and he begins walking back toward the reception hall.
No. He loves me. And I love him. This shit can’t end like this. Fuck that.
“Seriously?” I yell and he halts, his hand on the door and his face down so I can’t see his expression. I march over to him and rip his hand off the doorknob, pulling him away from it, and slamming his back against the wall. “You’re really going to leave it like that? You said you loved me, do you not anymore?” My rapid breathing fills the air between us as he gazes down at me, clenched jaw and furrowed brow. But he doesn’t speak.
I grip his tux jacket with both hands and stare up into his soft eyes.
Fuck this. He’s here. I’m here, and I’m saying it.
“I love you. I want you, Reese. Just you, and not at all in the stupid casual bullshit way. I want everything. Sleepovers and sex in beds. All kinds of beds. Yours, mine, whoever’s. I want to introduce you to my parents and I want to bake your birthday cake every year while you sit and look at me the way only
you
look at me.” I take in a shaky breath while he stands, watching me, studying me. “It fucking
killed me
to pull away from you.”
I step in close to him and bury my face into his neck, not knowing or caring if this is appropriate. I need to be here right now, and as his arms slowly wrap around me and pull me close to him, I finally exhale.
He moans softly, his hand stroking my hair as I feel his lips curl up against my forehead. “You know, this shit could have been avoided entirely if you would have just stormed in and slapped the piss out of me after you overheard that bullshit.” I pull my head back and see his perfect smile gleaming down at me and I tightly wrap my arms around his back. “I mean really, the one time I would actually
want
you to slap me, you don’t. I would have scooped you up right then and told you how much I loved you. Where the hell was my hot-headed girl
that
day?”
I shake my head at the memory. “Broken on the floor. You’re right though, that was very uncharacteristic of me.”
He plants several kisses to my forehead. “Well, I’ve been a miserable piece of shit without you. Apparently, unbearable to be around, if you ask Ian. How have you been, love?”
I laugh my first real laugh in months and wipe under my eyes. “Bitchy and more hostile than usual. Poor Joey, he really has taken the brunt of our breakup.”
“That sounds about right. Now, you have two options here.” I smile big at his words.
“They better both involve your hands and mouth on me or I’m finding myself another groomsman.”
He issues me a warning stare and I smirk. “Obviously, I’ve gone eighty-five days without touching you, and it’s taken every ounce of strength in my body to not rip you right out of this dress, which you look absolutely beautiful in by the way.” He plants a quick kiss to my lips as I back up and wait for my options.
“Option one, we can go back inside and you can let me dance with you some more, enjoy your company that I have greatly missed over the past grueling months, and, hopefully, witness you getting into it with Brooke again because that shit was fucking hilarious.” I laugh at him as he pushes off from the wall and grabs my face between his hands, his thumb slowly tracing my bottom lip. The pull between us is stronger than ever and I’m about to say fuck option one without even hearing my other choice. But I let him give it to me anyway. “Or, we can go off somewhere and I can fuck you until you scream my name in that sexy way that you do, all throaty and raspy.” His tongue sweeps across my lips and I pull him in, firmly stroking mine against his. I moan softly into his mouth, tasting and relishing in his flavor. “Christ, I’m so in love with you, Dylan. Insanely in love. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed your face?” His finger slowly trails over my lips and along my jaw while he studies me.
I lean in and plant quick kisses on his lips. “Just my face?” My hand runs down the front of him and cups his length. His eyes widen.
“Option two then? Thank fuck, because if you would have picked one I would have taken you in front of everyone on that dance floor and not given a shit about who watched us.” He bends down and I’m quickly hauled up onto his shoulder. I’m issued a firm slap on my backside as he takes me down the hallway. I squeal and laugh against him, admiring my own view of his perfect behind. I’m quickly slid down his front as we stand just outside the men’s bathroom, his brow arched at me as his hand grips the handle.
“It is rather fitting, picking up where this whole thing began.” He opens the door and peers inside as I jump around on my heels.
“Well, hopefully, this time you won’t get all weird on me afterwards. I’m sure you’re used to sex with me by now.” I’m pulled into the restroom and the door is locked behind me as I’m lifted off my feet, legs firmly wrapping around his waist.
“Oh, I don’t know, love, you always surprise me. Fuck, I don’t ever want to leave this bathroom. Any issue with not returning to the reception?” His mouth latches onto mine and I’m quickly silenced, my answer not worth a damn anyway when I can be kissed like this.
The man can kiss better than anyone; I’m sure of it.
I’m pressed against the wall, my bare back stinging on the cold tile as his tongue roams freely inside my mouth. He licks along my lips, pulling my tongue into his mouth and softly sucking on it before he releases it and moves down my neck.
“I’ve missed you,” I say as his mouth kisses and sucks on the top of my breasts, his hands gripping my ass and hiking up my dress. “Oh, God, I’m so wet for you.”
He growls against my chest as his hand slides up between us, running up my inner thigh and meeting the fabric of my panties.
“Shit. I need to taste you before I fuck you. I’m dying here.” I’m carried over to a small leather bench that’s on the opposite side of the restroom and laid out on it, my dress quickly hiked up to reveal my white lacy panties and matching garter. “Holy fuck,” he says as he drops down to his knees and moves between my legs. The bathroom door rattles with someone’s knocking. “Go away!” he yells and I laugh at his completely flustered state. He tucks my panties into his pocket with a smirk before he delivers his first lick. “Damn, I’ve missed this. So sweet.” He hums against me, moving his face rapidly between my thighs.
“OH!” I cry out, my hands gripping his hair and holding him between my legs as he devours me like I’m his last meal. His tongue is all over me, his movements ranging from quick flicks to my clit to slow savory laps of my length. I’m not holding in my moans, my voice is echoing throughout the bathroom, but I don’t care. I want everyone to hear me. I love this man and his mouth and everything he does with it. He teases my clit and sucks on it slowly, pulling it into his mouth as he slips two fingers inside of me. I arch into him.
“I fucking love this pussy. Tell me it’s mine, Dylan.”
“It’s yours. Oh, God, Reese, I’m so close.” His fingers move in and out of me, the pace quickening as my hands tangle in his hair and I pull it hard. My back arches off the leather as he grabs my hips, his tongue rolling in my favorite rhythm. I’m whispering, pleading with him to lick me, harder, deeper, right there and he grabs my orgasm that’s his to command and pulls it out of me.
I come and scream his name, over and over until my voice is strained and my throat aches. He takes his time sucking up all of my arousal, lingering on my clit the way I like as I tremble against him. The tight grip he has on my hips is slowly lessened as he plants the softest, gentlest Reese kiss to my pussy. My breathing slows and I cover my eyes with my arm as he stands on his feet.
“Well then, that didn’t take long. How have your orgasms been without me?” His smug voice makes me giggle and I gaze up at him, hair sticking out every which way as he licks his lips.
“What orgasms?” I reply and quickly get up and switch spots with him, pushing him onto his back and making quick work of his belt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you’re not going to be able to walk out of here.” He smiles wickedly at me, the lines that I’ve missed so much appearing on either side of his eyes. “That okay with you?”
His pants are quickly pushed down along with his boxers and I marvel at his erection.
Now, that I definitely missed.
“Fine with me, love.” His hands grip my waist as I straddle him, reaching under my dress and positioning himself below me. I lock eyes with him, waiting to lower myself down.
“I love you,” I say as his hands pull down my top and reveal my breasts.
“I love you,” he replies without hesitation, his eyes flicking up from my chest and holding my stare. I quickly crash down, pulling a throaty grunt out of his throat.
“Fuck. Dylan.”
Oh, God.
This. I forgot how perfect he feels in me.
The way my body forms around him, molds to him like he’s made for me. Just me. I can’t move yet. I’m too caught up in the way he feels just like this and the look he’s giving me. Green eyes burning into mine with that intensity, his intensity that I’ve missed so much. He’s looking at me the way only he looks at me, the way I only ever want to be looked at by the man I’ve chosen. I chose him.
I pull my lip into my mouth as I rock against him, sliding up and down his length. His hips move beneath me as his hands firmly cup my breasts. He moans, grunts, and growls as I move, and I know he’s not holding anything back. He’s letting everyone know what I’m doing to him as my hands grip his jacket. I can’t stop staring at him. The way his head falls back when I slide out of him and the way his neck rolls when I take him in. His tense jaw and slightly swollen lips with my favorite slit running down the middle. The way his body looks in his tux, broad, built, and fucking powerful.
Christ, has anyone ever looked this good in a tux before? Doubt it. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.
Our sounds fill the room and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m soaked, completely drenched from his expert mouth and the sheer sight of him. I feel him tense under me as I slide him all the way out before I slowly move back down. I know he loves that, the feel of entering me over and over again. Arching into him and throwing my head back, I grip his thighs and begin to move fast, then faster.