From the Inside Out: The Compilation (Scorned, Jealousy, Dylan, Austin) by Scott S. L

Author:Scott, S. L. [Scott, S. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary
Publisher: S. L. Scott
Published: 2015-07-01T07:00:00+00:00

HE ROLLS THE condom down his erection, my eyes following his hands. “God, you’re sexy,” I say, then gasp, clasping my hand over my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. I close my eyes to help block out the embarrassment that colors me and focus on the silence that surrounds us.

“You think I’m sexy?” Dylan asks. I can hear the smugness in his tone as his fingers slide between my thighs, not wasting any time. My eyes pop open, making me forget why I’m beet red and causing me to squirm when he touches me there. I’m wet. He smiles. “You want me?”

“You doubt that?”

“I wasn’t sure.”

Tonight, his words have been honest, so open with me. “Kiss me, Dylan.”

He does while his fingers beginning to work their magic. But his lips disappear as he slides down my body, leaving a wet trail of kisses in his wake. From between my legs, he glances up at me. I watch and feel as his mouth picks up where his fingers left off. He always knew exactly how to please me. My back arches into the mattress and I lose myself in the ecstasy.

It all feels too good, engulfing me. With bated breath, I say, “This is fucking torture.” The best, most erotic kind, but torture because all I want is him inside of me again. “Dylan, I’ve masturbated to memories of us. Please. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Shit, you did? I did too.” He pushes my hair away from my face and kisses me unabashedly on the mouth. And then I feel him right there… just where I want him.

When we were together, I would masturbate in front of him, for him. He would come so hard, just as I came. It was a fun and dirty game we played. His lips go to my neck, nipping and kissing as he pushes in abruptly, forcing a moan from me. He looks up. Our eyes lock as he pulls back out, then pushes back in. His eyes weigh heavy like mine.

“I missed you,” I say, but maybe I shouldn’t have. It’s the truth. Can telling the truth be wrong?

“I missed you so much, Jules,” he replies, squeezing his eyes shut.

This is intense—the feelings, emotions, sensations, him. Dylan inside me after so long. It’s overwhelming, dragging me under. But I don’t mind.

This. Right now. This is everything and all that matters.

Almost breathless, I mumble, “You feel so good.”

“You feel amazing.” His response is quick and wanted.

We fit. We fit so perfectly together in this way. We always did. Can we fit together again in other ways? I wonder, but then I don’t because I scold myself for thinking instead of enjoying what we’re sharing right now.

I find his lips and kiss him, my tongue seeking more, which he so easily gives. “Dylan, Dylan, Dylan,” I chant and it feels natural. It’s what my body craves, to shout, to scream again in ecstasy as he hits that spot, remembering exactly how I like it.

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