Chapter 4

OLIVIA'S POV

The room was almost completely dark, save the faint glow of the moonlight from his windows, casting shadows in his room. He was sitting at the edge of the bed. The soft plush of his rug tickled my feet as I walked towards him.

He grabbed me once I stood in front of him, making me straddle his thighs. My pulse thrummed in response.

“You're so beautiful. Let me see you.” He made a move for my mask. I moved my head back, beyond his reach.

He furrowed his brows and tried again. This time, I held his hand and interlocked our fingers.

“Why?” He asked. His voice was groggy and the word dragged. It pricked my conscience but I forced the feeling down.

“It's…more fun this way,” I replied, trying to sound as sultry as Sandra. I thought it was something she would say though I barely knew her.

He stayed still for a moment. All I could hear was the sound of our breaths mixing as we looked at each other.

His lips finally touched mine. He kissed me harshly, pulling me closer. I let out a moan when he nipped my bottom lip. His hand traveled down my back to my ass giving it a firm squeeze through the layers of my dress.

I had always wondered what it would be like, how it would feel to be kissed by Dylan. My imagination had fallen way short. I couldn't think, could barely focus on anything other than the wet slide of our lips.

“Baby,” he said in a gravelly voice as he peppered kisses down my neck. Goosebumps erupted on my skin in the wake. I turned my neck to the side giving him more access. He buried his nose in the crook of my neck.

“You smell so good,” he muttered before catching my lips for another toe curling kiss. This time, he thrusted his tongue in my mouth; it was hot and relentless. I tried to meet his tongue as he explored every corner of my mouth but he wouldn't give.

He ended the kiss with a soft pull on my bottom lip. My breathing was harsh. He had sucked the air out of my lungs. Literally.

He trailed his hands to the zipper on my dress, gently pulling it down. I froze. He rubbed circles into the bare skin of my back. I hadn't worn a bra. The dress had been fitted with its own support.

“Are you okay? You haven't said a word.” he finally looked up at me. His eyes still held that glazed look. I nodded, fearing that my voice would give me away.

He slid the sleeves of my dress down my shoulders revealing my breasts. His gaze as he looked down at them was hungry, though he could barely see them. My nipples stiffened as the cold air hit them. I moaned at the sensation.

“You've been making the sexiest noises all evening.” My breasts ached as he pulled me for another kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his shirt chafed my nipples. He shivered.

Feeling emboldened, I moved my hands across the hard planes of his shoulder and biceps. I pulled at his shirt, splitting a button on the way.

He palmed my right breast, and then rolled my nipple with his fingers. He bent his head down and sucked my left nipple into the warm heat of his mouth.

“Uhmffm” I let out a strangled moan, using my palm to stifle the sound. I felt him smile against my skin.

“Up,” he said. Once I stood, my dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my thong.

A blush spread from my cheeks to my chest as his gaze trailed down the length of my body. With his eyes holding mine, he unbuckled his belt and removed his slacks.

My mouth went dry as my eyes dipped to the impressive bulge in his briefs. Could that even fit?

He laid me on the bed, my head cushioned by the pillows. He spread my thighs and positioned himself between them. I fought the urge to snap them back together. Desire had rid me of most of my inhibitions but I felt so exposed in this position.

“You're so damned beautiful” he leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek, supporting himself with his forearms. We had done a lot of things but this felt the most intimate.

He righted himself back up kneeling between my thighs. His palms ran up my thighs and he kissed my intimate centre over the thong. I shuddered. I was so wet.

He pushed my thong aside and his lips sucked my clitoris. Hard. My hips bucked and his hands settled on them, firmly holding me against the mattress.

His tongue circled around my opening, occasionally dipping in. “You have the sweetest pussy,” he murmured. I rocked my hips as he ate me out, trying not to moan too loudly.

I felt a finger push into my opening gently as if testing the waters. Then a second slipped in. I could feel my walls clamping on his fingers.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his thick hair once he simultaneously lapped at my sex. In. Out. In. Out.

“Not God. My name is Dylan,” he remarked with a cocky smile. I smiled back quickly losing myself back in the sensation he was arising in me.

A wave of pleasure washed over me and pressure built in me. I couldn't think of anything other than the wet slide of his fingers in me. I finally came with a scream.

I had barely regained myself when I felt the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. He pushed halfway in. It burned. A tear slid from my eye. I felt too full.

“You're so tight. You feel so good baby.” He bottomed out and I yelled. God it hurt. It hurt so much. I sniffled.

“Are you okay?” he asked. Worry bled into his tone and he tried to pull out. I stopped him.

“No, just give me a minute.”I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. After a few moments the burn gave way to pleasure. I started to rock my hips.

Dylan began to move his hips. He muttered praises as he fucked me, told me how well I was taking him. I came twice before he finally came, spilling his seed inside of me.

“Oh baby, that was the best fuck ever.” he gathered me into his arms and kissed my hair. My heart warmed at the praise. I had every intention of leaving once Dylan fell asleep but I didn't realize when I gave in to the lull of sleep.

I groaned at the sudden onslaught of sunlight on my face. I tried using my hand to shield my eyes but it failed. My curtains were always drawn at night. I turned in the covers only to collide with something hard.

Frowning, I slowly opened my eyes and found myself staring at a toned chest. My eyes bulged. I looked up, my heart beat pounding.

Dylan was sprawled beside me. He lay on his stomach, an arm folded beneath his pillow. His hair was tousled and he snored lightly. I had slept off. I was in his bed. I was in his room.

I scrambled to my feet as the events of last night hit me. I buried my face in my hands. What had I done?

I felt so ashamed. What if Dylan had woken up? He would have been disgusted. He would have hated me. A lump crawled up and lodged in my throat at the possibility.

I caught sight of my naked body in the floor length mirror. My skin was marked with hickeys especially my chest and butt. My face heated as I bit my lip. I had to get out of here.

I found my dress, carelessly strewn on the floor. I struggled with the zipper, my heart skipping beats whenever Dylan moved.

I couldn't find my panties, and I didn't have the time to look thoroughly. I couldn't risk being seen in Dylan's room. There were love bites all over my neck. Mascara had left black smudges under my eyes. I'd raked my hand through my hair a couple times in an attempt to fix it, but it still looked a mess.

Anyone who saw me would know exactly what I had been up to. I groaned. The more time I spent here, the worse my chances got. I picked up my shoes and headed for the door.

“Olivia?” I froze.