“You say the nicest things.”
“It’s all true.” He straightens up but keeps his knees slightly bent so the angle is right. “Now, open wide, Hollywood.”
I follow his instructions, and he slaps his cock against my cheeks and my mouth, teasing me with his tip, brushing it lightly against my lips. My tongue darts out, licking him any chance I get, until he slowly eases into my mouth. I suck his tip, my tongue swirling around the two ends of his piercing, and he curses, jerking his hips as he pushes in deeper. Grabbing his ass, I widen my mouth as he continues inching in, almost choking when his crown hits the back of my throat.
“Good girl.” He looks down at me before grabbing my hair and twisting it around his hand. Then he fucks my mouth without restraint, sliding in and out aggressively while tugging on my hair and stretching my neck back. I suck and lick him while he thrusts in and out, pivoting his hips and rolling his cock inside my mouth. Tears leak from my eyes, and I almost gag a couple times, but he eases back when it happens, stalling for a second to ensure I’m comfortable, before picking up his punishing pace.
I don’t even consider stopping, even though my neck and jaw are stretched uncomfortably, because I’m enjoying it too much. The look of bliss on Dillon’s face as he rocks into my mouth almost undoes me. I love that I’ve put that expression on his face. That I’m the one giving him pleasure. He doesn’t hold back, thrusting, moaning, and cursing as he fucks my mouth with abandon. “I’m going to come,” he groans, as his ass cheeks stiffen in my hands. I look up at him through wet eyes, urging him to keep going.
His entire body locks up, his powerful thighs strain, and he shouts my name as ropes of hot salty cum hit the back of my mouth, gliding down my throat. Releasing his hold on my hair, he pops out of my mouth and slumps to his knees beside me. His lips collide with mine, and he kisses me urgently, moaning into my mouth as his tongue slips inside me. He wraps his arms around me as he kisses me like I’m precious treasure.
My heart is full, my body sated, and I’m feeling even closer to him.
“Holy fuck, Viv,” he rasps, eventually pulling back. “You never cease to amaze me.” I beam with pride at his words. Holding me tight against his chest, he peers into my eyes. “Was that okay for you?”
“It was more than okay. I loved it, and I love your piercings.”
“Wait till you feel my cock inside you. This will sound arrogant, but fuck it, I don’t care if it’s true. I will give you the best sex of your life, and that’s a fucking guarantee.”
“I don’t doubt it.” I thread my fingers through his hair. “And I’m working my way up to it.”
He plants an adoring kiss on the corner of my mouth. “There’s no rush. My blue balls can wait.” He flashes me one of his signature grins before sliding off the bed, extending his arm to me. “C’mon. Let’s clean up in the shower, and then we can go to bed.”
I don’t stop to think about it, leaving no space to second-guess myself, clasping his hand and letting him pull me up.
48
“Happy birthday, birthday girl!” Ash screams, bouncing on my bed on Wednesday morning, dragging me from a deep sleep. “Oh my God, Viv. You’re sleeping with it now.” She shakes her head, grinning as she yanks the pillow out from under my head. “You’ve got it so bad for my brother.”
“Give me that!” I snatch it back, pulling it into my chest. “This just happens to be one of the best presents I’ve ever received.”
“It’s certainly the cheesiest.”
I reread the words on the pillow, as I have done countless times since Dillon had it delivered on Monday.
“When you’re in need of a hug, give me a squeeze.”
He’d added a note in his distinctive handwriting saying he knew this was a poor substitute for one of his hugs, but he hoped it would help if I was feeling sad. I honestly can’t fathom how Dillon hasn’t had a relationship before because he’s either the world’s greatest fake or the most genuinely romantic guy ever.
“Speaking of the sap,” Ash adds. “He sent breakfast over for both of us, so get your lazy arse out of bed and join me in the kitchen.” Her lips pull into a smile. “You also have presents. Lots of presents, so come on, get up!” Yanking on my foot, she tugs me down the bed, and I throw a cushion at her.
“I’m getting up. I need to pee and brush my teeth, and I’ll be out then.”