The Bright Side

Eight - Dress

Rosalie

The car ride back home was silent. I hated Dylan's guts. All I wanted was to get out of the car and get away from the asshole next to me as fast as possible. We finally arrived after a gruesome twenty minutes.

Dylan seemed to have calmed down by now but the fire inside me would take a while to burn out. I tried to run inside as fast as I could in my heels. Just as I had made my way through the hallway to my room, I felt Dylan's hand around my waist as he spun me around to face him.

Before I could say anything or complain, his mouth was on mine. I felt betrayed by my own body with the way it reacted to him. In an attempt to control myself, I managed to push him off.

"What the fuck, Dylan?"

He pushed me up against the wall. "I've been wanting to get you out of this dress from the moment I saw you in it," he whispered while leaving wet kisses along my neck. His touch made me quiver and I could feel myself get wet. Even then, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back. A few minutes ago, he had almost thrown me down the stairs and murdered me and now he said he wanted to get me out of my dress?

"Are you bipolar," I asked, obviously annoyed.

"Seriously, Rose?" He cocked his head. He took a step towards me, closing the distance between us as his hard chest came into contact with mine.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll leave you alone," he said huskily while tracing his hand along my thigh. His hand kept going farther up underneath my dress, leaving goosebumps in its wake, as his piercing blue eyes stared into mine. I couldn't deny it anymore. I wanted him. I could always get back to my anger later.

"I fucking hate you," I added before crashing my lips onto his. I could feel him smirk as he kissed me. Soon enough, his tongue was in my mouth. My hands tousled his hair as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He began to carry me into his room and I had to pull away from the kiss to speak up.

"Mm, not here. My room," I said while shaking my head. I was starting to get tired of having to walk back to my room to sleep after sex. He rolled his eyes but carried me to my room instead as he returned to devouring my mouth. Once inside, he put me down onto the floor as he got behind me. He pushed my hair to the side and unzipped my dress while kissing my shoulder. I pushed my heels off as the dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it.

He picked me up again and threw me on the bed, getting on top of me. I unbuttoned his shirt while he licked me from my neck to my chest, stopping in between to suck and bite my skin. Once I had completed unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it off, throwing it on the floor. He unclasped my bra and removed it, attacking my nipples with his trained fingers. I felt a pulse of pain immediately replaced by pleasure as I moaned in approval.

My wet core was begging for attention as he trailed kisses to the waistband of my panties. With his teeth he slid it off and his tongue found my clit. I fisted the sheets as he took his hand under my ass and lifted it, deepening the contact between my centre and his tongue. My back arched in pleasure as he slid a finger inside me while his tongue continued to tease my clit. I shut my eyes and almost screamed as I felt my orgasm build. I was so close until all the sensations suddenly disappeared. I opened my eyes and saw Dylan slide off the bed.

"What the fuck, Dylan?" I glared at him for leaving me like this.

"Consider this punishment for tonight," he winked. "Now stay like that. I'll be back," he ordered and walked away.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I fell back on the bed and waited for him to return. As promised, he came back a couple of minutes later. A couple of minutes that felt like hours. He stared at me, his eyes full of lust, as he unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. His boxers fell on the floor next, revealing his hard cock. Just looking at it made my core throb. I was on birth control and I didn't understand what he was waiting for.

"Just fucking fuck me already, Dylan," I bellowed.

"All in good time, baby," he smirked as he made his way onto the bed.

He had a tie in his hand that I hadn't noticed before. He got on top of me and blindfolded me with it. I could feel his dick against my clit and moaned in anticipation. Once he had made sure my eyes were properly covered up, he sat back and flipped me over making me gasp.

"Grab the headboard and don't let go," he commanded and I immediately obeyed.

Getting up on my knees, I reached for the headboard with my hands. In an instant, his cock slammed inside me, hard. The pressure from this position along with the loss of my sense of sight, made me feel everything tenfold. My hands dropped down, as I shook with immense force.

Dylan smacked my ass. "I said don't let go," he growled.

My knuckles turned white holding on to the headboard, as he continued to fuck me raw. With every thrust, my pleasure built and finally I felt myself reach the edge. My shoulders dropped into the pillow and my insides contracted as I came undone. Dylan's orgasm soon followed and I finally fell back into the bed as he pulled out. I didn't even have the energy to remove the blindfold.

I was still on my stomach when he flipped me back, his once again hardened dick against my core as he pounded into me again. My insides tightened once again as he thrusted into me. He used one of his strong arms to keep my hands in place above my head while I screamed out his name. The muscles in my body contracted with waves of intense pleasure. Fireworks exploded in my body and I felt my brain turn to mush as we both came, once again.