MY COUSIN'S BOYFRIEND V

He didn’t stop until my body was trembling and spent. He then crawled up my body and his lips found mine in consuming kiss that left me breathless. I tasted myself on his tongue and something inside me melted at the tenderness of it.

"Good girl," he murmured against my mouth.

He shrugged off his shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and the dark trail of hair that drew my gaze downward. My hands moved on their own, tracing the warm, firm planes of his body, learning him as though I’d waited years for this moment. When my palm settled over the hard length straining against his jeans, he drew in a sharp breath and his hips pressed instinctively into my touch.

"Unzip me, baby." he whispered. "I want to feel your mouth on me."

I hesitated, the post-orgasm haze clearing just enough for guilt to flicker, but he guided my hand, and I obeyed, tugging the zipper down. His cock sprang free and my mouth watered all over again. It twitched in my grip as I stroked him from the base to the tip, feeling the heat and the pulse.

"Suck it," he said while fisting my hair gently to angle my head. "Show me how much you want it... how much you want us."

I did, hollowing my cheeks as I took more of him in and my hand stroking what my mouth couldn't reach. Inch by inch, I worked him in, my jaw stretching around his girth until he hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck, yes," he panted, starting to thrust shallowly, fucking my mouth with controlled rolls of his hips. "Take it all, baby. Your mouth feels so good."

Saliva dripped down my chin as he picked up pace. He placed one hand on the headboard for leverage and the other guided my head. When I gagged softly, he paused instantly and his thumb brushed my cheek until I relaxed and took him again.

"Look at me, baby," he said quietly.

I lifted my eyes and met his dark, intense gaze that was filled with something that looked like awe."I'm so close. Do you want me cum down your throat?"

I nodded and his cock swelled before hot spurts filled my mouth. I swallowed around him, milking every drop until he was spent. He shuddered, pulling out slowly, a string of cum connecting us for a second before he wiped it away with his thumb, pushing it back between my lips. "Swallow it all."

We were both breathing hard when he flipped me onto my back and stripped the nightie off completely, leaving me naked and exposed. His jeans hit the floor and he settled between my thighs, his cock already hardening again against my belly.

"I need to be inside you," he said, kissing my neck and my collarbone, as he lined up. The head nudged my entrance, and he pushed in slowly, stretching me wide, filling me inch by thick inch until he bottomed out.

I gasped and pressed my nails into his shoulders. He was overwhelming, perfect, pressing against places I hadn’t known could ache so sweetly. He stilled and his forehead rested against mine, giving me time.

"You're so tight," he murmured, starting to move with long, deep thrusts that had me moaning with each slide. "Feels like heaven, baby." I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. His hands roamed my body; squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.

"Fuck. Dylan..." I gasped and arched my back off the mattress.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to inside you" he panted. "This was worth the wait. Every second of it."

The words sent a thrill through me, even as doubt nagged at the edges. He was probaly talking to Joan. Not me. He angled his hips, grinding against my clit with each stroke, and I felt another orgasm building, faster this time.

"Dylan, I'm gonna come," I whimpered.

"Me too, baby. Come with me."

His pace quickened and the bed swayed beneath us. I was almost certain it would break right there and then but I didn't care. His mouth found mine in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

We came together, my pussy clenching around him as he buried himself deep, spilling inside me with a moan that shattered everything.

"Fuck. Alexis. That was amazing." He breathed against my mouth.

We both froze.

He'd called me by my name. Not Joan. My full name, the one only those closest to me ever used.

He knew.

He'd known the whole time it was me.

I pushed at his chest, scrambling back as he slipped out of me, his cum leaking down my thighs.

"You... you knew?" My voice was high and shaky. "The whole time?"

Dylan sat up, running a hand through his hair, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something like regret. But not much.

"Yeah," he admitted. "From the moment you answered the FaceTime. I knew it was you."

I pulled the sheet up to cover myself as my cheeks burnt with a mix of shame and anger. "Then why? Why did you come here? Why did you... fuck me?"

He reached for me, but I flinched away. "Because I wanted you, Lexi. I've wanted you for months. Joan and I... it's been over for a while. She's cheating with William again. I saw the texts on her phone last week. Tonight was just the final straw."

My mind reeled. I knew Joan was cheating on him. But still. "You pretended. You called me baby. You let me think..."

"I wanted to see if you'd go along with it," he said, his voice softening. "I needed to know if you felt it too. And you did. The way you touched me, the way you looked at me... It wasn't pretend for either of us."

I couldn't deny it. The sex had been mind-blowing; the best I'd ever had. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust had set me on fire in ways no one else ever had. But this was still betrayal. 

"What now?" I whispered.

He drew me into his arms despite my lingering resistance and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Now we figure it out. No more pretending."

I didn't pull away this time. Part of me, the part still buzzing from the afterglow, wanted to believe him. The rest was terrified of what Joan would say when she found out.

But as he held me, his hand stroking my back, I let myself melt into him. Just for tonight.