The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4) (9 page)

My head has misted over. Like the outdoor temperature when cold meets hot. It’s clouded. I can barely see. My breathing is uncontrollable now. I begin to grind into him. My hips, my core, my entire body is in a frenzy to find its release. The friction in and around my pussy is so enflamed, heated, that if I don’t come soon, I’m going to scream.

“Let me give you what you need, baby.” Dilan’s voice is rough, raw, and real. He lays me back down. The ache between my legs is nothing like I’ve felt before. I need him. God almighty, I’m there, right on the edge. I watch through my clouded, hazy head as he shifts himself lower on the bed, and with one yank, he has my sleep shorts off. “Fucking hell, Anna,” he says, not once taking his blazing gaze off of my bare pussy. I will thank Deidre later. Right now, all I want is him. I want him to touch me, to taste me, to show me what he likes, his desires and needs. I just want him.

“I need you to touch me,” I say with no embarrassment at all. I’ve wanted him for so long, I’m without doubt sure of this. He questions me with a look of doubt. “Please, Dilan,” I say pleadingly. Then his hand grazes over the top of my core. His movements are enticing, sexual. I want to call him god, because he’s making me feel like a goddess the way he parts my pussy with his fingers, stroking through my wetness.

“Anna. Please tell me no one has touched you like this.” He presses against my clit. “No one has, Dilan. It’s all for you. Every piece of me is for you.” Somehow, I manage to lift my head. I watch him as he stares at my flesh. My legs spread as far as they can go. “Christ,” he whispers, pressing harder and then dipping one long finger inside. My body transcends the exact moment his finger sinks inside of me. It’s a delicious, exhilarating feeling, and I come screaming his name. He moves that finger in and out of me while I ride out my orgasm, a beautiful smirk on his face. My hips begin to move with his hand. Then he stops, drops his head, and all I see is a mass of dark hair buried between my legs. My hands grip the hell out of the sheets when his tongue takes over where his thumb was. He tugs, licks, swirls his tongue. My ass lifts, my pussy clenches. “Fucking hell,” he states.

I’m being licked, sucked, and finger fucked. He’s ruthless when I thought he’d be gentle, taking what I’m offering and my god, this is both gratifying and tormenting at the same time. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have Dilan. Not only sexually, but any way. Any other way right now can bury itself in the snow, because of the way his tongue is darting in and out, taking me to an unknown, distinct place. I feel another orgasm building, rippling straight to my toes, clouding my head even more. When it tears through me like a memory that will never be forgotten, I scream his name once again, only to be rewarded with a chuckle and the sexiest man climbing his way up my body. His mouth leaves a trail up my stomach, my chest, the dip in the center of my neck. He even kisses my shoulders. My shoulders, for god’s sake. I’m somewhere between heaven and hell. Heaven because he’s here, and hell because I want more. My body needs it.

My body is shaking like a leaf in the wind. My insides are rattling around as if they’re unattached and I’m rolling in a pool of sweat.

“You taste like warm, sweet candy. And fuck me. If it’s possible, you are even more beautiful after you come.” I can smell myself on him. It turns me on even more. My arms wrap around his neck, dragging him closer. The feeling of his warm chest pressed against mine thrills me, entices me to be bolder. This animalistic creature inside of me wants to taste myself mixed with the carnal taste of Dilan. I’m hungry.

“Kiss me,” I plea. His brows shoot up in a sexy way. “My pleasure,” he complies.

The first swipe of his tongue across my lips has me breathing more unsteadily. The heady combination turns me on. I take his tongue and suck it into my mouth. He groans, taking control and crashing his lips to mine. Our mouths blend together like we never want to break away. The warmth of his mouth sends a current coursing through my body. It’s unexplainable. I feel greedy. He has no idea how greedy I am when it comes to him. Or maybe he does, I don’t know. All I do know is, Dilan Hughes is caged in my heart, and I’m never letting him out.

I protest with a whimper when he climbs off of me and feel the loss of his muscular body on top of mine. “I’m not going anywhere, sweet girl. Just ditching my pants.” He stands. I watch him in fascination. His ass is tight and perfect when he shrugs them off. I need it in my hands. I watch him, ensnared by his body. I’m thoroughly exhausted, happy, and sexually satisfied. For now.

I would give anything for him to make love to me. But I’ll take what I can get for now, as stingy as that may sound. There’s too much hanging over our heads. I want nothing between us when I give myself to him for the first time. He’s stressed and worried. We shared something with one another tonight. His mind may have been latched on to me, but until he derives a plan with his family and friends tomorrow, his past and those who haunt him are still in this room with us.

If we’re going to be stuck here in this hotel, one that has everything humanly needed at our disposal, then I’m going to make the best of it. Take advantage. I decide right there that during his meeting, I’m going to roam around. Make plans to take his mind off of his worries. Yes. Dilan can expect the unexpected tomorrow, and I know just the person to help me.

Dilan moves to the fireplace, pushing the buttons to shut it off. The only light on now is coming from the bathroom. He strides in confidence, shutting that off too, leaving me cringing at the loss of admiring his body with all those tattoos and muscles sculpted beyond belief. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Those black boxer briefs are the luckiest piece of clothing. I hate them because they’re touching his ass. His cock. Snuggly, I might add. And I love them if for no other reason than that they have my imagination running wild.

The bed slopes when he climbs in next to me. He pulls up the covers around us and then tugs me close, his arm wrapping around me, my head lying on his chest.

I swing my leg around him, nudging his still hard erection. My fingers glide down until I firmly have his long dick in my hand, gripping it through his boxers. He’s so hard. I need to relieve him.

He stops me when I start to stroke him through his boxers, his hand resting over the top of mine. “I’m good, baby. We have the next couple of days to play. Right now, all I want to do is hold you. Fall asleep knowing you’re sleeping peacefully next to me, waking up knowing you’re real and you’re here with me.”

Well, shit then, okay. I would be crazy not to take him up on holding me all night, especially when I’ve wanted him to hold me like this for so long. But I feel guilty that he’s so hard. I know it has to be painful. Men and women are different, but god, a man who has a hard-on like that has got to be in pain. This unselfish man pleased me, took care of me, and showed me how he’s putting me before him. Right before I fall asleep, I vow to make it up to him the first chance I get. His pleasure comes before mine too.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say through a sleepy yawn. “Neither am I. Not ever again.” Those are the last words I hear before I fall into a dreamless sleep with a smile on my face. I wake up to warmth next to me, flesh against flesh, the exact same smile on my face, with the exact same man I’ve wanted beside me since my eyes first stumbled upon him.

“Good morning,” Dilan rumbles, his voice husky from sleep. “Hey.” I curl closer to him.

It’s obvious I rolled over during the night. My butt is up against a very hard, throbbing dick. His arm snakes up, grabbing a handful of one of my breasts. I arch back more, my ass digging into his erection. “Best sleep I’ve had in months,” he whispers into my hair. “Me too,” I say, smiling so wide my face may crack. I’m ready to play some more. I want him in my mouth. I’m taking charge here. While he’s playing with my breast, squeezing, I slide my hand behind my back, find the top of his boxers, then slide my hand in until I have a firm grip. My fingers barely circle his thickness. “Jesus Christ.” He jerks in my hand.

“No, it’s sweet Anna Mother of God to you. ” I lift my body, lose his hand on my breast, and flip him onto his back without letting go of his dick. He titters on the edge of taking control. I tsk him. “I see we’re going to have issues here with who’s in control, Anna.” Those darks brows shoot up in a challenging way.

“Oh, Dilan Levy,” I verbalize mockingly. “You have no idea how controlling I can be. Especially when what I want is literally in the palm of my hands.”

“Is that so?” He grinds his dick harder into my hand. “Very much so.” My long, blond hair drapes across his chest as I descend. I’m dying here. A slow agonizing death from deprivation. I need to lick these tats. To taste his skin. I want him relaxed, to concentrate on the things he needs to do. Like shut up and let me explore. Then go to his family and get us the hell out of here.

I don’t want whatever is building between us to start out with us not being able to go anywhere. I love being secluded with him, but I want this war over with. I want everything with him, and by god, I refuse to submit to the confinement of four walls like our friends had to. Or to not be able to do a damn thing for fear the enemy will strike at any time.

I need to see him, to feel his bare, thick shaft in my mouth. My tongue raids his smooth skin, licking across one of his nipples. He groans. His dick twitches. “Shit, Anna,” he barks out, encouraging me more. I release my hold on him and slide my fingers to the band of his boxers, the tips teasing around the smooth hair. The instant they dip inside and I feel the silkiness of him, we both let out a rumbling curse. I grip him tight. God, he’s big. My fingers explore him, moving up and down in a rhythm of their own, while my mouth continues to explore his chest. It tastes salty, tangy, and hard.

He continues to swear up a storm the farther my tongue travels down his stomach, the more vigorous my strokes become. I’ve never had the desire to take a man in my mouth before. No one has touched my soul the way he has.

He grabs my hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. My eyes meet his, my tongue hanging out, dripping with more desire than before when I see how dark and glazed over they are. There’s adoration there too.

My bare pussy scrapes across his thighs, wet and hot. I miss his taste the instant my mouth leaves his skin to explore his glorious dick. I shouldn’t. His dick is going to taste just as good, if not better. His hips lift when I tug down his boxers until his dick is staring me in the face. Again, my boldness surfaces. Christ, I’m in blessed heaven. One lick up the center of his dick and the words, “Fucking hell” escaping from his mouth drive me to the point of wanting to undo him.

My mouth wraps around his head, my tongue swiping across the tip. I watch him as he watches me take him further into my mouth with my body half straddling his legs.

I fall away then, into the unknown. By the way he’s moaning, I know I’m pleasing him. My free hand scratches down his thigh. I’m taking my damn time with this, slowly working his beautiful dick until it explodes. I want to feel, discover everything he likes.

Keeping a firm grip on the base of his dick, I begin to alternate, using my whole hand then my fingers as I pump him, my mouth moving up and down slowly, deliberately. “That’s it, Anna. Like that. Christ, your mouth is a weapon, woman.” His speech is slurred as if he’s struggling to perform a sentence. I’m so into this. Even though I haven’t had sex before, this is as much of a turn-on to me as it is to him.

I look up at him when he tugs my hair tighter, holding his gaze while I take his dick into my mouth, sucking him hard as I go down, licking under his shaft as I go up.

My breasts ache right along with my pussy. I need to touch one of them. I take my hand and pinch my nipple, causing me to hum. “Son of a bitch, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” I say through a mouthful of his big dick. Coherent or not, he has to know by the way I’m tugging at my own nipple, making it harder. I could come and I might. The thrill of this has me right there on the edge of coming all over his leg. I’m rejoicing in this carnal connection. I feel him grow more into my mouth. His breathing increases. Not once do we lose eye contact. Him telling me to continue, me telling him I don’t ever want to stop.

When the first spurt of his come hits the back of my throat, I release his dick with my hand, cusp his balls, and I suck him harder, taking every drop he has to offer, letting it glide down my throat. I come with him, my wetness coating his leg. He smirks. I feel like a damn champ. I’ve pleased him. Taken charge and fucking shit, I cannot wait until his dick is inside of me, making love to me for the first time.

“Get up here.” He drags me up his chest, making my mouth let go of him. I almost pout. I could do that again. “You, my naughty girl, have a very wicked mouth.” He flips me over onto my back. I feel him kicking his boxers off the rest of the way. I also feel his dick up against my pussy. I whimper and squirm underneath him, pressing my hips up. Am I a naughty girl? I want to be, only for him.

“Soon, baby,” he says. Then he takes my mouth ravenously, while I take his hungrily, all the while forgetting the outside world. The danger. The evil. The icy storm brewing outside. The one I don’t find out until later has absolutely nothing to do with the weather.

DILAN

“I have never seen someone so beautiful, both inside and out,” I say honestly. I look deep into Anna’s eyes. Her hair is splayed across the pillow like an angelic halo. She’s astounding, genuine, and I have never wanted to get my shit together more than I do right now.

“Right back at ya, big boy.” She presses her slick pussy into my raging cock. Where I’m getting the willpower from to not make love to her is beyond me. I know she’s the one. The one I can see myself spending the rest of my life with, pleasing her in the way she deserves. Sexually and emotionally.

It’s impossible to describe my overflowing passion for her. I’m flooded with it. The last thing I want to do is leave this bed. We’ve been messing around for two hours. I’ve licked every inch of her body, gorged on her sweet pussy until she screamed so loud I swear whoever is next door to us heard her cries of pleasure when she came in my mouth.