Dylan and I had agreed on a dinner date, so here he was sitting across from me. Everytime I looked up, he was constantly smiling as if I was always telling a joke. I would say he is handsome, but that's an understatement. More like gorgeous, if you can call a man that.



Underneath the table our hands touched, I always would look away, blushing whenever he looked at me.



"Mikalynn, you look beautiful.... wait, more than beautiful, my vocabulary doesn't go that far now." He laughed quietly at himself, a breath of relief following after I laughed too.



"Please Dylan, call me Mika. Its way easier." I gave his hand a slight squeeze.



"Ya know, wanna ditch this place and head back to my place?" A slight mischevious look showed through the pretty boy smile.



"Sounds great!" I smiled in return.



Dylan quickly paid and we wasted no time getting back to his house, which was on the outskirts of Detriot, but still had a beautiful view of the Great Lake.



The sexual tension as soon as we both walked in was too obvious, and we wasted no time throwing ourselves at each other. His arms wrapped around my waist and his lips met mine. His hand came up and cupped my cheek, pulling us closer together.



"Mika, you wanna do this?" He looked at me seriously.



"Of course."


At my consent he took me to his room. His lips grazed my jaw as his hand slightly tugged my tank top's strap down from my shoulder. Dylan nipped at the newly exposed skin, making me whimper. My body froze as a large hand skimmed down my body, dangerously close to my crotch, but I flinched back before he could touch me. Dylan's eyes never left my face. My breathing became increasingly heavy as he cautiously played with the tips of my fingers. They became entwined with his, slowly he pulled me forward.



Dylan sat on the edge of the bed looking up at me. He caught hold of my other hand, tugging me forwards until I was stood in between his legs. My chest rose up and down quickly as I felt him place a large hand round the back of my thigh. He lifted it, encouraging me to straddle his lap.



Dylan shifted back further on the bed. I placed my hand on his chest to stop me falling into him. My touch quickly withdrew as I watched him grip the buttons of his collared shirt. The fabric was off his body in no time before chucking the clothing to the floor. My eyes were instantly drawn to the tanned skin of his torso. I gasped as I caught hold of my hand. He brought it up to his lips, kissing it as if I were royalty.



“I just want to rip these damn clothes off you.” He growls in my ear, “You’ve been teasing me all fucking day, Mika.”



I grab hold of his shoulders and pull him down and roughly press my lips on his. His hands wander down to fondle what was showing of my ass, the shorts were that short. My tank top clutched tightly to my breasts, putting a fair amount of my cleavage out on display. I did it purposely knowing it would get any guy, specifically Dylan, hot and bothered.



When I teased him it was like taunting an animal trapped inside a cage. When the time comes and I set him free it was the best sensation in the world. I hadn't felt this way with Noah ever. I pushed the though of Noah aside and resumed with Dylan.



“What are you going to do about it, Dyl?”



He tugs at my shorts peeling them down my legs. I grin and jump on him, my legs wrapping around his torso, attacking his neck with little nips. I hear him groan and feel the fabric of his pants pressing closer into me. He smacks my butt and I giggle, running my hands through his hair and tugging it back. He plays around with my panty line a bit before tearing them off and chucking the ripped piece of fabric to the side.

He pulls the front of my tank top down, exposing your breasts. His hands grab them and squeeze them as I bounce back onto him. Hearing him moan and groan makes my whole body shiver.


I unbuckle his belt, putting it to the side before sliding off his suit pants. His lips grazed my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down it. I pulled his boxers off, setting them with his pants.



I gasp slightly at the size of him. My lips meet his for a brief moment before he reaches across to his bedstand and take out a condom from one of the drawers. He puts the condom on before looking me in the eye.



"You like what you see, huh?" Dylan smirked, before pushing me back onto the bed, slowly guiding his dick into me.



"Fuck, Dylan!" I moaned and started to dig my fingernails into his back. “Dylan,” I beg, “Faster please.”



His pelvic thrusts become less shallow and the speed intensifies the feeling and my pussy tightens around him.



“You’re so fucking tight, Mika.” He groaned and picked up the pace even more. My head hit the headboard repeatedly, but for once I didn't care, it was actually pretty hot, the roughness of it all.



He pulls on my hair which causes me to bounce back faster and you feel yourself come undone. He holds me up so that I don’t fall over and finds himself come as well.



"Fuck, that was amazing Mika." Dylan laid beside me, kissing my forehead, grabbing my hand.



"Hell yeah it was. I haven't felt that good in years." I responded, hoping Dylan wouldn't over think that. After all I had been dating Noah, and he was terrible, terrible in general, he was a terrible person.



His hand cupped my cheek, our lips pressed together, merging into each other. "Mika, you're amazing. I mean as a person too." Dylan smiled, our lips meeting once again.

Notes

not my best but for fucks sake in my defense i wrote this at 3 am lmao