The Rockstar I’ve Loved for So Long (5 page)

His fingers shook as he worked on the buttons of her gown, which were damn too many, tempting Dylan to just rip it off completely. 

“Dylan…” She had no bra under the gown because its back was completely made of lace, and because of that she was now naked except for her thongs.

“Don’t be shy with me, babe.” He gently but firmly pulled her hands away, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.

She turned pink all over at the way his blue eyes caressed every inch of her near-naked body. “Stop looking, please.”

“You can’t stop me from looking at what’s mine.” Unable to control himself, he bent down and nuzzled her breast before cupping it and feeding himself with one lovely rose-tipped breast. Her nipple puckered in his mouth and he started sucking on it.

“Dylan!” She screamed. She moaned. She cried. She threatened to push him off the bed with the way her body instantly jerked and arched at the way he was sucking so hungrily at her nipple. And when he moved to her other breast, worshipping it the exact same way, she could only react the exact same way, too.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her fingers slowly curling up and then sinking into his hair. Without being aware of it, Bree was pushing his head closer to her breasts, wanting more of his intoxicating kiss.

“Dylan…” Her head tossed from one side to another on the pillow as sensation after sensation battered her mind and body. They were so exquisitely hot to the point where it was so agonizingly beautiful, it drove her incoherent.

All she could do was wish that it would last longer and longer and longer—

“Aaaaaaaaah.” She nearly came off the bed again when she felt him ripping her panties off with one hard jerk. It should have scared her, but instead it only made Bree want him more.

For so long…God, for so long she had prayed that he would want her as much as she wanted him – love her as much as she loved him. Now that it had come true, she knew it would take no more than a few strokes and she would climax.

And then it started, those strokes Bree feared and yearned for, touches that alternated between bold and gentle, tender and rough but always carnal, sweet, and possessive.

“Oh…oh…” Her fingers dug into his upper back, nails scraping against his skin as one finger sank in.

Dylan almost swore at the impossible tightness of Bree’s pussy. “Shit, you’re so wonderfully tight.” Just one finger in and it felt like he couldn’t push another one to fit. The thought of such tightness, of how it would suck his cock and grip it when it was time to take her virginity, made him groan again.

He started to move his finger slowly, waiting for her body to relax before increasing the pace. When she started to move her hips on her own, Dylan thrust another finger inside her, slowly but steadily, not giving her time to think.

Her nails raked against his back and the fiery sensation just pushed him closer to the edge. “Come for me, babe, let me see how much I can please you.” He thrust his fingers faster, in, out, in, out, the wet sounds driving his cock wild as it practically tried to shove its way out of his pants – and into Bree’s lovely little core.

“Dylan, please…”

Two fingers thrust as deeply as possible, Dylan moved his thumb up to circle her clit before pressing it hard.

“Dylan!” The pleasure came from nowhere and everywhere, taking her completely by surprise. She shuddered and whimpered, unable to think of anything but how she could prolong this sensation and claim it as hers forever.

By the time she had recovered, Dylan had already taken his clothes off and they lay strewn on the floor with her gown and torn panties. Bree gazed at the litter of fabrics on the floor with unfocused eyes, her body still floating.

She heard the vague sound of a wrapper being torn off and knew that he was sheathing himself. She could only be thankful that he thought of it. She wouldn’t have. She couldn’t have, not after that mind-blowing orgasm.

“Babe, look at me.” 

She did.

“Are you all right?” Dylan demanded tensely.

“I am…” She looked at him more closely and saw that behind the concern was something turbulent.

“Dylan.” Her voice reached out to him, pulling him away from the nightmares that she now knew he constantly battled with. 

He looked at her, the darkness not completely gone from his gaze. 

She couldn’t understand it, didn’t understand it, and might never understand it. Dylan would always be older than her, be more mature and experienced, and he would always have secrets from her because of the past. 

But none of it mattered because Bree knew him better than he realized.

“Dylan.” This time, her voice was firmer, more insistent. He looked at her again and this time, her gaze clung to his as she whispered, “Please take me now.”

The words unchained him, shoving him back to reality. He kissed her, his body settling down on top of her, the weight deliciously threatening. But before Bree could take it all in, Dylan was kissing her again. This time, his kiss was demanding and all-consuming, the kind that commanded her
not
to think and simply enjoy his touch.

Well, if he insists
, she thought dizzily.

As he started sucking on her breasts again, Dylan was also prying her thighs apart. The realization that
it
was really going to happen made her heart jump and her body quiver but she allowed her trembling legs to fall apart.

Settling between her lovely shapely legs, Dylan groaned against her lips as his cock finally found its way home, nestled against her lush softness. He loved that she had shaved her pussy bare, the tender skin of her core making his cock jut even more urgently against hers.

Her eyes shot wide open when the head of his cock started prodding her entrance.

“I can’t help it,” he said roughly. “I’ve been dying to fuck you.”

She swallowed before speaking. “Then fuck me,” she whispered.

Dylan groaned. “Are you for real, babe?”

In answer, Bree let her legs fall open more widely, and it was an invitation he would never be able to resist.

With one hand digging under her body to curve around one cheek and his other hand curling around her nape and gripping her hair in a firm but tender grip, Dylan lifted his body and positioned his cock.

“Dylan!” It came out as a shocked whisper, not just because of the prickling heat of his penetration but more because she hadn’t expected this amount of pleasure from that very simple act.

Before she could speak again, he was sinking into her another inch, followed by another and another until he was almost completely in.

“Babe?”

She looked up distractedly. 

He completed his possession, his cock tearing through the barrier of her virginity.

A tiny gasp of pain escaped her lips.

Striving to keep himself from moving, he waited for the tension to gradually leave her body. His cock twitched and jerked inside her, wanting more of the tightness, wanting to thrust in and out, but Dylan ruthlessly suppressed his desire, needing to know she was with him completely before he started again.

The feeling of having her body join another – of having her body join
Dylan’s
was indescribable in the very best way. The triangle between her legs felt like it was on fire, and Bree could only clutch his shoulders and wait—

“No!” It came out instinctively, but she stopped right away when instead of causing more pain, the way Dylan withdrew and pushed his cock back in actually caused her the kind of pleasure that had goosebumps popping up all over her skin.

His face taut, he demanded, “Should I stop?”

She shook her head, her eyes dazed with shock at the intensity of pleasure his penetration could bring. “More,” was all she could whisper and before she had even finished speaking, he was already thrusting in and out. 

Soon he was pounding into her, so hard that the bed started to shake, and all that kept her in place was his hold on her head and bottom.

“I love you.” She had to say it. She had to.

He looked at her, not promising anything else but his next words. “I love you.” And then he was pounding into her again, his cock shoving deeper and deeper into her pussy until every inch of her probably recognized his touch inside and out.

The way her body arched and molded against his told Dylan that his beautiful Bree was close to her second orgasm. 

As she gasped and squirmed, Dylan pulled his hand out from under her and started to play with her clit.

“No!”

He laughed. “Yes.” He was beginning to realize that when making love, Bree’s no was her way of saying yes to more pleasure – the kind that would make her lose control.

He began to match the rhythm of his thrusts with the movement of his fingers. Bending down, Dylan captured her lips, using his tongue to mimic the action of the other parts of his body.

Her inner muscles tightened around his cock, squeezing it harder, urging him to move faster and deeper—

The pleasure hit both of them at the same time, something that had never happened to him before. In the past, it took him several rounds before he could lose himself in sexual release – the opposite of what was typical for men.

But he should have known it would be different with the girl he loved.

Their shared orgasm tore his world apart, and as he shuddered over her body, his cock pulsing out streams of his seed, Dylan could see in Bree’s face that it was completely the same for her. 

Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted in a silent scream of surrender, and her body had curved in an inverted C as she came the second time, the orgasm more powerful than the first.

When he finally found the strength to move, the first thing Dylan did was roll them around, landing on his back with an absolutely exhausted Bree half-lying on top of him and against his side. 

As he drew the covers over them, she murmured sleepily against his chest, “What will happen now?”

“Nothing will change.” His arm tightened around her. “Nothing except the fact that only I get to fuck you—”

“And I get to love you.”

After a beat, he said, “And you get to love me.”

Bree giggled weakly at that, too tired to even get mad. “Dyl, you were supposed to say
vice versa
or
I love you, too
.”

“And I do, babe. I’ve always loved you, but it won’t change a thing.”

She wanted to argue with that, but her mind was already shutting down. Her last thought was of him, and if she could only wish for one thing in this life, then that was to have a reason to
always
think of Dylan.

Because she had always loved him. 

And she didn’t know what else to do but love him.

Chapter Five

“Dylan, be a good boy and watch.”
The purr in his mother’s voice made his skin crawl. It made her sound like a different person.

He wanted to turn his head away from what was happening but knew from experience that it would only mean getting another beating from his father. His insides still hurt from the last one. He didn’t think he would survive if he had to go through another one.

His mother was naked, her large breasts drooping and jiggling against the also naked man on top of her. What was more repulsive about the sight was that it was not just two of them. There was also another man under his mother, making them appear like a human sandwich.

Bile rose in his throat, but he worked hard not to throw up, knowing it would only make matters worse. If he started, he would not stop.

He didn’t want to look at his father because somehow seeing his face was worse. But he couldn’t help it, his eyes darting towards the man standing next to him. 

Dylan used to think his father was like Superman, able to do everything. But Superman was weak against kryptonite and it was beginning to dawn on him that his mother was his father’s kryptonite.

His father’s face was a blank mask. Somehow, that made him more terrifying, like a living man turned into a scarecrow, a person who Dylan once called Dad but was a dangerous stranger now.

His father’s head suddenly snapped towards him and Dylan jumped, his blood curling at the maniacal smile on his father’s face.

Before Dylan could speak, his father lunged at him, snarling, “
Why aren’t you looking like your mother told you to
?”

Dylan woke up with a gasp, his body completely bathed in cold sweat. The darkness in his bedroom felt like a hungry presence, reminding him of the empty blackness in his father’s eyes.

Both of them had been dead for years, but their memories were a constant reminder of where he came from and the monster he could be.

The bed dipped, and he looked towards where the movement came from – Bree, still asleep, turning towards him, the covers slipping down to reveal the curve of one naked breast.

Love – the kind that was all-consuming and overpowering – threatened to spill over from his heart. Looking at Bree, her face innocent and peaceful in her slumber, all Dylan could think about was how much he wanted to chain her to his side, to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, until the only thing she would ever think about was him—

No!

Dylan jumped out of the bed, chest heaving painfully, an awful sensation unfurling inside him. 

Even if he was his own worst enemy, he would not let that cause harm to Bree, would rather kill himself than have one strand of her hair hurt.

He took his phone from the bedside table and accessed his contact list. He found what he was looking for, clicked on the entry, and his call immediately went through.

“Dylan, babe, I’m so thrilled to hear from you.” Henrietta’s fake English voice trilled over the line. She was one of the many supermodels who thought pretending
not
to be American gave them an edge.

His skin crawled at someone calling him ‘babe’ – something he explicitly forbid all women to do.

“I’m in Miami…”

Henrietta’s fake gasp traveled through the line like a shrill gust of wind. “Truly? But I’m in the area, too!”