Chapter 17
Julia
Iwoke up all kinds of deliciously sore the next morning.
Last night was amazing. Being completely surrounded by the warmth of their skin, showered in kisses, loved so thoroughly that all I could do was trust and surrender myself to them was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. They each gave me a little something different, satiating each and every one of my cravings and then some.
Red was my gentle giant, always so tender and sweet.
Cash was my dirty talking stallion, rough and commanding.
And then there was Dylan, my best of both worlds. He knew my body in ways that even I couldn’t comprehend. Sometimes I was convinced he could read me like a book, knowing precisely when to ease up and when to double down.
Hopefully I was a lucky enough girl to get a repeat performance again tonight.
I rolled over in bed, noticing a significant lack of heat beside me. Dylan and I were the only ones still in bed. Cash and Red were nowhere to be found. I scooched over to lie next to Dylan, pressing my lips to his muscular back. He’d somehow wrapped himself up in all the sheets, leaving me a measly little corner to snuggle up to.
“Blanket hog,” I murmured against his skin. I slung my arm over his waist and pressed close, soaking up his warmth. “Did Cash and Red get up already?” I whispered in his ear.
“Mm,” was his muffled reply. It was strange how such a large man could look so damn cute, his hair messy and his face half buried in his pillow.
“Do you know where they went?” I asked, nibbling on his shoulder.
“Meeting with Patrick,” he muttered. “Getting their uniforms.”
“Hopefully I get to meet this Patrick. I feel like he’s such a big part of the team, but I haven’t even laid eyes on him yet. Like he’s an all-powerful sports god or something.”
“Mm-hmm.”
I giggled. “Oh, I see. I’m getting the sense that you’re not a morning person. Don’t you want to get up with me and start the day?”
“Sleep good,” he grumbled. “Bed warm. Wanna stay.”
A mischievous idea popped into my head. I tugged on Dylan’s arm and managed to roll him onto his back —no small feat considering how heavy he was. I dove under the covers and kissed a line down his chest, his toned abs, his hips. By the time I settled comfortably between his legs, his cock was already half hard and only getting bigger.
“You might not be awake,” I teased, “but I know someone who is.”
Dylan chuckled from above. “Such a little minx.”
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around to savor his taste. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him slowly, working my way down his length until he hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my fingers around his base and stroked him in tandem with my mouth’s movements, humming contently as a warm heat gathered between my legs.
“Sweet Jesus,” Dylan grunted, lifting the covers to peer down at me. “Just like that, sweetheart. You’re a goddamn dream.”
I felt incredibly sexy bringing a man to his knees this easily. Dylan’s groans were music to my ears, his voice vibrating through me and leaving goosebumps trailing across my skin.
As I continued to work him slowly with my mouth, I could no longer ignore the building pressure between my legs. The mere squeeze of my knees together had my pussy fluttering, so sensitive and desperate for release.
I was just about to reach between my legs to run my fingers over my swollen clit when Dylan said, “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I want to be the one to touch you. Come here.”
I crawled toward him, the sheets officially abandoned. “You want to touch me, huh?”
“Always and at every waking hour. Here, turn around.”
I frowned. “Turn around?”
“Trust me.”
I did as he asked, allowing him to guide me so I was perched on top of him, my mouth near his cock and his tongue positioned perfectly to lick a stripe up my pussy. I giggled as I swallowed him again, working with double the enthusiasm as he ate me out.