Dillon (Scandals Book 1) (3 page)

Ashlyn

A bellhop had come and gotten my luggage. Sarah and I had just arrived down in the lobby of The Ritz-Carlton in New Orleans, where we stayed last night. It was a luxury hotel and way out of my budget just to stay on my own. 

Going to the reception, I went up and handed back my key for the room I’d had with Sarah. “Miss Dobbs, your things have been moved to room 1002, one of our Vieux Carre Suites.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say my things have been moved to another room?”

The man nodded. “Yes. Mr. Blake had them moved.”

“He what?”

The guy took a step back at my yell.

Sarah pulled on my arm, and I turned to her. “Ashlyn, get the key and go see him. Please.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“What have you done, Sarah?”

“I just helped. Please get the card and go up to the room.”

Snatching my arm out of her hold, I glared at her before turning back to the guy at reception. “Sorry about yelling. Can I please have the key?”

He handed over the key card. Without saying anything to Sarah I marched to the elevator, punched the button to go up, and one of the elevators opened. I got on, scanned my card and pressed floor ten.

Furious, I couldn’t wait to talk to Dillon. How dare he move my things without talking to me, and what the hell had Sarah done? The elevator pinged, and I walked out of it and to room 1002.

My keycard unlocked the room, and I entered. The suite was nice with lavish furnishings, but I wasn’t getting attached. I was leaving and going exploring on my own. I found Dillon sitting on a sofa waiting in the lounge room. He stood up as soon as I stormed in.

“What the hell, Dillon? Why did you move my luggage here? I have to leave and check into my own hotel.”

He didn’t seem fazed by my yelling. He even smiled as he got up and came to me, gathering me against him. “No, you don’t. Your reservation at the other hotel has been cancelled. Sarah and I got half your money back, but couldn’t get it all as it was late notice.”

I wanted to throttle him, but I settled for a hit to his chest. “You idiot. Why did you do that?”

“I don’t want you to go. I want you to spend your vacation with me. I want us to make this relationship work.”

I pushed at his chest and took a step back. “What? What relationship?”

“Our chemistry together has only been getting stronger. I’ve never had this with another woman. We have a connection, and it’s not just sexual. I know you feel the same.”

“You want me to spend my vacation with you?”

“Yes. I want you with me.”

I couldn’t deny what he was saying, and I wanted more time with him, but could I give up what I had organized for my vacation and follow him around? Even if I did, he had no right to organize my life without talking to me first. Before I could blast him for changing my plans without asking, he gathered me back to him and set his lips against mine. Damn, his kisses were my kryptonite, and my words failed as I lost myself to his kiss. My body melted against him.

Dillon slid his fingers under the straps of my tank and slid them down my arms. His hands moved around my back and undid my bra, freeing my breasts. His lips left mine, and he trailed kisses over my heating skin, pausing to lick the tips of my now-pointed nipples. His touch was amazing, and the more I was with him, the more my body craved him and his touch. Moaning as he left my breasts, his lips feathered over me as they made their way up my neck, stopping to nuzzle and nip at my tingling skin. His lips came to rest over mine, taking them in a kiss that made my decision easy. It was passionate, deep, possessive, caring, and told me that I would be crazy not to give him a real chance. His fingers came up to thread into my hair, and he ran them through to the ends, before trailing down my back, sending sparks of pure chemistry. He rested them on my arse, squeezing the globes together and pushing me tighter against him. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me, and I knew at this rate we’d never talk.

Tearing my mouth from his, I panted for breath. Before we went any further I wanted him to know my decision. I wanted him to know that after that kiss, I would follow him anywhere. Dillon brushed feather light kisses down my neck, and sparks flashed over my body. “Dillon. Oh Dillon, we need … to ah … stop. You need to stop, just for a moment. I want to talk. To tell you y-y … yes.”

“Thank fuck. I knew I would be an idiot if I let you go. Ashlyn, we have something, and the way you make me feel…” He rested his forehead on mine. “I’ve never been in love before. But with you, I think I could.” He took my mouth to his and his fingers undid my shorts button and yanked them down. He didn’t even bother taking off my cotton underwear. He just ripped them clear off.

Crap, how on Earth did he make that so sexy? 

I stepped away and out of my shorts. Dillon pushed my tank down and off, too. Toeing off my shoes, I stood for a moment naked before him. His eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. Coming to me, he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us to the room and sat me on the edge of the bed. He took a step back, pulled his shirt up and off, he then yanked his jeans open and slid them down and kicked them off. I smiled when his cock sprang up proudly. He went commando. Spreading my legs, he came and settled between them, and I shivered with need when he kneeled and buried his face into my heat, nuzzling my pussy. Dillon used his mouth to spread my pussy lips and licked me from bottom to top, sucking on my nub. I was in pure heaven. Letting go, he moved down and stuck his tongue into my core as one of his hands came up and his fingers flicked my clit sending shards of heat straight through me. 

As I arched into his face, he lapped at my pussy as his fingers spread my nether lips further apart and added another finger into my core to join his tongue. He pumped them in and out while his tongue lapped and delved in and came out to flick my clit. 

“Mmm, God, that feels amazing,” I panted. I hadn’t had sex with many people, three including Dillon, but he was the best by far.

Dillon sank another finger into me and finger-fucked me while his tongue licked my pussy. I could feel that my orgasm was close, the pressure in my body wound tight, ready to uncoil. I clenched my thighs, close to exploding. Dillon groaned, and the vibration gave me the edge I needed to reach my peak. “Holy crap! Dillon, Dillon, Dillon,” I chanted as I fell apart, my orgasm washing over me. 

Dillon kissed his way up my body, pausing at my breasts to suck one pebbled nipple into his warm, wet mouth, repeating his taste with the other breast. Slipping my arms around his back I clutched him to me as he fondled and sucked my breasts, building my need again. I was still basking in the blissed out feeling from my orgasm. My skin felt a million times more sensitive than I could ever remember. 

Moving my hands up, I ran my fingers through his hair and yanked on it. I was ready to do some exploring of my own. “My turn. I want to play. My turn now.”

Dillon gave me a sexy smirk, and his beautiful green eyes lightened. Letting go of his hair I caressed his cheek before tracing his lips. He nipped at the pad of my fingers and chuckled. “I like when you get bossy.” He jumped up and dove onto the bed. I laughed when he crooked his finger. “Come and get me, lov’.”

Crawling across the bed to him, I watched the passion build in his gaze as I settled over him, straddling his legs. “Ah yeah, I like this position.” I smiled down at him.

“I’m liking this position, too. Now you have me where you want me, what are you gonna do? ”

“Oh, I have some pretty good ideas.” I eased back and gazed down the length of his body. It was lanky, with muscles. Exploring his body I touched every crevasse and bump, and I marveled at the texture of his smooth soft skin against the hardness of him. 

My lips followed my fingers, and I tried not to miss any part of him. Settling between his thighs, I circled the proud member before me and ran my hands up and down his thick cock. It wasn’t the longest cock I’d had, but it sure was the thickest and he knew how to use it. I’m not saying he wasn’t a decent length, but his width drove me mad. 

Gazing up at him, I saw lust flare in his eyes and knew he was enjoying me playing with him. Hovering over his length, I closed my eyes and sank my open mouth over him as I gripped the base. With my mouth open wide he filled me. Sucking on him, I circled my tongue around his tip and tried to remember to pump my hand. 

“Fuck, Ashlyn, that’s feels friggin’ amazing,” he groaned.

Opening my eyes I hummed, letting him know I liked his approval that I was doing well. I sucked him deep until I choked, coming up for air before getting back to it. Dillon’s fingers ran through my hair a couple of times before gripping it tight and moving my head faster. I could feel his legs starting to quiver.

“Oh shit, lov’, I’m gonna come.” He yanked my hair to pull me off him, but I didn’t budge. “No. I want to come in your pussy as it squeezes and pulses around me.” Dillon let go of my hair, pulled me up and flipped me so he hovered over me. “You’re so beautiful.” His deep, raspy voice heightened my lust. I felt his cock run back and forth over my pussy lips spreading them. The head of his cock slid slowly into me. His gaze captured mine and held it as he sank in deep. “Nothing has ever felt as good as when I’m deep inside you. You feel better every damn time.” His lips crashed down on mine, and he ravished me as he fucked me with deep strong strokes that drove me wild. “When I’m in you like this I never want to leave. When I’m like this I know I want to keep you forever.”

I nodded because his words were not only having an added effect on my tingling body, but my heart, too. I couldn’t say anything. I was too lost in the building passion. I pushed up meeting his thrusts seeking the pleasure I knew he could give me. Dillon balanced on an elbow and his other hand grabbed my leg and lifted it so he could drive himself even deeper. 

“Fuck, nothing, no one has ever felt this fantastic. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me from this point on I’ll be the only one to ever feel this.” He propelled forward, and I gasped as I swore he went deeper than ever before and it drove me crazy. He paused and waited for me to answer. 

My body vibrated, and I ached for the high that was so close. I needed him to bloody move. Right then I’d have said anything to get him to move again. “Yours. Take me. Move. Please.  I’m yours. Take me now. Only you. Please move.”

A satisfied grunt left his chest. Dillon’s gaze locked with mine as he pulled almost all out, until just the tip of his cock was at my entrance before he thrust forward.
Holy moly.
He felt freaking amazing. I’d never been so full, and the slight stretching feeling I felt from his thick cock only added to my pleasure. 

Moaning, I clenched around him and hung on for dear life, digging my nails into his back as he pistoned into me. Pushing myself up, I met each thrust eager for more. I wrapped my other leg around him and he let go of my thigh and squeezed my butt cheeks.

My tightly coiled body was ready to unfurl. I was so close to falling over the edge and reaching the bliss that was almost within my reach. Dillon fucked into me faster, and I relished the strained look on his face knowing he was as close to coming as I was.

“I’m going to explode,” I panted. 

“I’m so close. Your pussy is so fucking tight, I’m fighting not to come.”  Dillon’s voice came out breathless. He gathered me up, so my breasts rubbed on his chest and he pushed deep and balanced on his knees. 

“Close,” I gasped. “So close.” His cock hit just the right spot every time, the magical place, over and over.  I couldn’t hold it back and let go screaming as the pressure and passion built so high, I not only fell over the edge, but shattered into a million pieces. Euphoria seeped into every pore. 

“Oh shit. Fuck.” Dillon roared as he drove into me one last time and stilled. 

Exhausted, I couldn’t move. I was too blissed out. Dillon gently laid me back on the bed and eased out of me and came to lie beside me. Closing my eyes, I basked in this blissful state, smiling when Dillon’s arm came around me and he hugged me to him.

It may have been my imagination, or my beyond satisfied feeling, but I was sure I heard, “Yep, never letting you go. I’m not an idiot. I know when I have something perfect.”

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Dillon

The next day

I listened in as Zeck spoke to our tour manger, trying to get me out of some interviews so I could spend some time with Ashlyn. “Oh he’s right poorly. We can do the interviews today without him. Let him stay ‘ere and get better.”

“Does Dillon need a doctor?” Phillip sounded panicked. A giggle slipped from Ashlyn, and I covered her mouth with my hand. I could feel her body shaking with laughter.

“Nah, if he’s still sick tomorrow you can get one. I think he ate something that wasn’t good. He’s had the runs all night. I’d leave him be. You do not want to smell what I did last night. It was horrid. All green and he just couldn’t move without it coming out.”

The voices faded, and I knew Zeck was working his magic and moving Phillip along. When we couldn’t hear them anymore, I took my hand off Ashlyn and she burst out laughing.

“Oh I love how in detail Zeck got. He is so gross.”

Groaning at the picture he’s painted of me to Phillip I guided Ashlyn towards the exit. “Come on, let’s get out of here before they send a doctor. The way Zeck’s going on they’d probably quarantine me.”