All Chapters of AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AMELIA. His back and forth against my breast doesn’t end there, though, and shoots between my legs, metaphorically prying them open. Dylan’s mouth left mine with an agonizing slowness that catches my breathing and made my lips tingle. I stared at him from beneath my lashes and that’s when I realized my eyelids have been drooping as if I’m caught in a trance. My fractured breaths and his harsh ones fill the air as we stared at each other in ominous silence. One that says in blood letters that something is wrong. Or maybe it’s too right, but it can still go wrong. Or maybe it’s equally right and wrong. His fingers circled my nipple and I sucked in a sharp breath through my nostrils.I’ve never had someone toy with me this expertly, promising both pleasure and discomfort in equal measure. It’s a free fall. Torture. Plain sadism.Seeing this side of Dylan made me crave for more. It was like a completely different Dylan. “Were you ready for me, Amelia?” he rasped near my ear, still

DYLAN. “Don't be scared of applying pressure, you won't hurt me.” Amelia tightens her tiny grip and moves it from the base of my dick to the tip of it. I hissed in a breath, and she paused, her movements unsure, before she resumed her task. This lady was going to be the death of me; everything she did amazed me. Her technique is awkward at best as she tries to fit me in as much as possible. Is this a tactic so she can get away without sucking me off? In her attempt to stuff me in, her teeth graze my dick and I grunt as I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back. “No fucking teeth.” Her eyes widen, but she nods as she closes her lips around my dick and sucks at a moderate pace. “Are you sure you want to get me off? Because at this rate, I’ll be falling asleep.” I decide to tease her. I know she'll do it properly when you push her or when you make her know that you feel like she can't do it. I don't know why the fuck she's reluctant. She doesn't get that she's mine.

AMELIA. My whole body ached, I didn't know who told me to agree with Ava on her games, but now my whole body was hurting. I can't remember the last time my body went through such strenuous activity. Another reason that I involved myself in the cheerleading activity was because the witch happened overnight, she kept appearing in my dreams and I almost died overnight because I couldn't breathe. The cheerleading activity took my mind off it and I welcomed the jabs from Valerie too. She intentionally made it more harder for Ava and I at the tryouts today. Valerie was just a bitch. Finally we were done for the day and I just finished taking a very long shower. I spend more time than needed in the shower until almost everyone leaves. When I come out, Valerie and the assistant captain of the football team are talking to the coach in the office adjacent to the locker room. Their voices are clear, but not their words. Hopefully, they’ll leave before I’m done. I’m not in the mood for jabs

AMELIA. Something is off. Me. I’m off. Ever since Dylan had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person. Because I want it to continue. No. I actually want another scene like in that room where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now. I still have him in the palm of my hands so I can ask for it, I think so… I frantically shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there? Instead of finally leaving me alone, Dylan exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside. He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket before I go out. The late afternoon chill assaults my sensitive skin as I head to the parking lot. Sure enough, Dylan is waiting in front of his Tesla. With Ava. I hurry toward them, my cheeks about to ca

DYLAN.Coming to The Grill used to be normal. In here, I’m the center of attention and I also enjoy the mindlessness of it. The feelings that reach me from everyone around me are a much-needed distraction from my ominous ones. Coming from my background and being my grandparents’ favorite charity case has forced me to turn off my ability to feel. Or rather, to stop relating to others and only watch them from a clinical view. When I’m with my group of friends, I can decompress by observing them and letting their emotions wash over me. Like Damon, for instance. He’s loud, crude, and only thinks about getting his dick wet and being drafted into the NFL. He’s currently telling the girls his famous story of when he killed a bear with his dad. And while I’d usually relisten to his ego-retelling and even encourage him to go on, I’m in no mood for anything. Correction. I’m in the mood for kidnapping Amelia and chasing her. Or fucking her against the hood of her car—or mine. But that’s not