Free Clash by C.A. Harms

didn’t you just say ‘ass’?” he said, stepping back out of her reach.
    “You do know Mom packs a mean punch, little man. She is liable to clock you when you least expect it,” Dylan said around a mouthful of bacon.
    “Nah, she wouldn’t hurt me. She says I’m her favorite.” Carter shielded himself when Karen stepped closer.
    “Get in the car before I show you ‘favorite.’”
    “See? I told you guys. You heard that, right?” Carter hollered back over his shoulder, and Karen shoved against his back.
     
    ***
     
    My back pressed tightly to the door and my legs wrapped around Dylan’s waist as he continued to move inside me. His upward thrusting caused my back to keep shifting against the wood.
    “I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth.
    His thighs tensed beneath my ass with each thrust, followed by a deep groan of satisfaction. “This feels unbelievable. So fucking good, Payton.”
    My first sexual experience was a total bust. It was with an inexperienced teenage boy during the summer after I graduated high school; something that made me wonder what the hell all the hype was about. It was over before it really got started, and the only thing I got from it was a bite mark on my shoulder. I spent days afterward trying to hide it.
    Being with Dylan was a completely different experience. It was intense, and the hunger I felt each time he touched me was maddening.
    The creaking of the door mixed with our panting was so erotic. I had never in my life felt so turned on and alive.
    I dug my fingernails into his back, making him hiss as he ground his pelvis against mine, hitting that spot where I needed it most. “Oh god, yes,” I moaned, pumping my hips against his. “Right there, just like that. Don’t stop,” I begged.
    “I’ll never stop,” he assured me. “You are mine, sweet girl. All mine.” His tone was so confident.
    I fell over the edge and sagged against the door as waves of pleasure racked my body. Dylan’s own release followed as his thighs jerked erratically. He rested his forehead against my shoulder.
    “Holy hell,” he breathed. “A couple of days with you and a guy needs a week to recover.”
    “I’m pretty sure it was you who started this whole thing. So it’s all on you, buddy.” I unhooked my legs and slowly slid down his body. The moment my feet touched the floor I felt weak.
    “I didn’t hear you complaining. In fact, the only thing I heard was you panting my name,” he cooed as he leaned in and kissed me. “And that is the best sound ever.”
    Dylan Andrews was dangerous. He was addicting, and I was seriously in deep trouble.
    “Not that I don’t want you again right here, right now, but we better get dressed before Carter and my mom return.” I pouted up at him and he chuckled. “Hey—I offered to take you home with me, but you declined.”
    It was then I remembered Todd and I instantly felt bad. I texted him before my shower; afterward when I found Dylan on my bed, I forgot about everything else, including Todd.
    “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Dylan asked, and my head jerked up to look at him. “You look concerned, or…” He paused as he lay his palm against my cheek. “…upset?”
    “No, I just remembered there is still something I need to handle.” It took him a few moments, but I instantly noticed when he pinpointed what I meant.
    “I told you I would take care of it.” He stepped back from me and picked up his boxers from the floor. I remained in the same spot where I lowered myself to the floor, still sagging back against the door.
    “I know, but I just feel like it should come from me.” I tried to explain but I could sense Dylan’s irritation. “He’s been a really good friend to me, and I don’t want to ruin that.”
    “A really good friend who has just been waiting for your walls to crumble so he could get in your pants.” He didn’t even look at me. The passionate moment we had just shared faded away, a tense