The Flirt Two

The Flirt Two The Flirt Two

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Dylan returns with his homework in hand. Ready for the next lesson?

Summary

Dylan returns with his homework in hand. Ready for the next lesson?

Content

Submitted: July 11, 2016

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Content

Submitted: July 11, 2016

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The line was crossed. There was no turning back after what had happened between Dylan and Sierra. She never thought that would happen. He was supposed to teach her how to flirt. She got frustrated with him and upped the ante. She had liquid courage and thought 'What the hell, why not.' Go figure, when she has the nerve, albeit alcohol induced, to go after something, he would disappear.  

It had been three days since that night in her shop. She went into the office to grab another towel and when she came back he was gone. Didn't say a thing to her. She didn't try to call him or go to his bar or house. She thought he needed time, she needed time. They had chemistry, no doubt about that. Sparks were firing and gaskets blew. She had never given a blow job before, so it was definitely new territory, not to mention that it was with her best friend. Then again, who better than a friend you trust to go through something like that. It would bring you closer, in more ways than one.  

Best friend. That's what he was, now she didn't know. Sierra had to talk to him, she just didn't know how to go about it. Time to do some adulting. A phone call would hide the embarrassment on her face from him. That should be a good start and then maybe they could start over. Sierra put down the air gun on the work bench and went to pick up her phone.  

Just as Sierra was about to call Dylan, she heard a noise from behind her. She turned around so quickly, she lost her balance and fell into a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around her waist to hold her in place. Once she looked up, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. 

"Whoa there. Take it easy now." Dylan released her once he saw she had her feet planted flat on the ground. Taking a few steps away from him, she regained her composure 

"Hey! I thought that... maybe... um... oh Dylan, did I ruin everything?" 

 "What happened? We... what was that?" Sierra could feel the distance between them already. This was awkward. She didn't want awkward. Lighten the mood up. 

"Well, if you have to ask me, maybe I didn't do such a great job." Feeling quite deflated from his remark, she walked to the storage room to grab a couple of supplies. He followed, grabbing her arm and turning her around so he could talk to her. 

"No! It's just... are you okay?" 

"Why would you ask me that? Why wouldn't I be okay?" 

"Because you gave me... gave me..." He couldn't even say it. Wow, talk about a confidence downer. Now Sierra felt she had to be on the defensive side of things. 

"God Dylan, stop. It's not like you ran me over with a car, so stop acting as though you did. All I did was-" 

"You don't have to go into detail Sierra. I was there. I'm fully aware of what you did." 

"You were telling me to be someone else and I was tired of it, so I showed you a different side of me. Me Dylan, no one else. Compare that ass hole!" They were still standing in the storage room, in tight quarters. She could feel the heat rising even more. The more angry and defensive she got, the more her stomach pulled and flipped about. Desire. Sierra saw it in his eyes as well. His whiskey-brown eyes became dark, darker than ever before.  

Next thing she knew, Dylan had her pressed against the storage shelf behind her with his lips on hers. It was rough and demanding. Dylan's hand slid up her thigh and around her waist. He pulled her closer. What could she do? She melted into his fierce embrace and welcomed his mouth on her lips. She opened for him. So he took the kiss deeper. Their tongues touched. Pulling away from her lips, Dylan said, 'we can't do this again.' Then he crashed his lips against her. Talk about mixed signals.  

"Fine, I won't put your dick in my mouth again." He became more fierce and demanding. Trailing kisses down her neck and biting her, he somehow managed to undo her pants without her realizing. Next thing she knew, her pants were off and he was sliding his fingers along her panties until they were wet. If you call her underwear with a picture of Gonzo and his big nose in the front, panties. 'Not very cute,' she thought, but right now was no the time to worryShe was breathless... Sierra had needs too, and by God they were going to be met one way or another. 

Looking at her panties, he grinned at her and slid them down her long legs. He put them in his pocket. Sierra was so aroused at that move she just wanted him to be inside of her. The wait was beginning to be too much. He lifted her and sat her on the metal storage rack somewhere between camshaft position sensors and fuel pumps. Oh, she had fuel for his type of pumping, for sure. 

She slowly opened her legs for him, hoping he would take the hint and charge. Instead, he pressed his mouth to the inside of her knee. It felt so sensitive to his touch, his hot breath on her. He was driving her wild. She wanted him inside her so badly she shivered. He caressed his way up her thigh and she pushed back his head. He was just at her heat when she did this. Shocked was when his tongue assaulted her slick heat. "Dylan stop, you don't have to do this."  

Lifting his head, he met her with his dark eyes. "I know Sierra, but there is no way I'm not going to taste you. You got to taste me, so I think a turnabout is fair play. You did give me an assignment."  

"That wasn't what... it's just that men-" She paused, not sure how to say it. 

"Men expect more. Take but don't give. Don't get me wrong Sierra, what you did, I liked very much. But you have no idea how much pleasure this gives me. You smell amazing and..." He leaned in and brushed his tongue against her folds. "You taste, hmm... delicious." He buried his face between her legs and tasted everything she could give him. His fingers pushed in and out, his tongue worked magic on her clit, it was too much for her. She didn't want it to stop. He was taking her higher, harder, and faster than she imagined possible. This wasn't going to be an orgasm she could forget. His tongue was working faster than any toy she ever came across. Stupid Rabbit, she found a new toy, Dylan.  

Continuing with his assault, his fingers became more demanding. "Moreplease," she begged and gave. He continued until a wave broke over her. She couldn't catch her breath with all the pleasure flowing through her. She loved every second of it. The pleasure was rippling through her like waves crashing and pounding on the rocks, going on and on. She was left breathless when it was finally over, but was it really? She knew they had to keep going, she wanted to keep going.  

She opened her eyes, not realizing she shut them, and saw Dylan looming over her. He had a condom in his hand. Apparently he wanted to continue. This made her think that he might have planned this. No, probably always had one with him for 'just in case' situations.  

Watching him, she smiled. She could feel that her cheeks were red, hot, and flaming in color. And it was getting worse as he dropped his pants and gripped his hard and ready cock. Tearing the condom open, he slid it over the blunt head of his arousal and rolled it down. He lifted Sierra off the shelves and impaled her with his cock. Sierra rested her forehead against his. She was curious, wanted to taste herself on his lips. She leaned in and did just that. So erotic and intoxicating. 

He was kind of shocked, but didn't deter from the task at hand. With his hips thrusting up, he pushed her against the wall of the storage room. Buried more deep inside. Again, he was taking her higher and harder. She began to tense around his cock, the pleasure building. Sierra couldn't believe she was going to have another orgasm so close to the other. He flexed his hips again, his pelvis butting up against her. Deeper and harder. She was done. Spent. Finished. 

Violently, she screamed, shaking as her pleasure unraveled her. A hoarse cry followed her screams and Dylan's release took ahold of him, shivering and shaking. Slowly sliding out of her, on shaky legs, he put her down. She was powerless to do anything let alone speak. So he did. 

"How did I do on my homework?" He asked with a wicked grin. What is the next lesson in flirting going to be? This was far from over. 


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