You walk through the night hand in hand with your fiance, Dylan. The stars shine down beautifully,illuminating the the grassy field. In the middle of the field stands a cute tree house. Dylan glances at you as you both approach the tree house in his parents back yard. You guys are visiting his parents to announce your engagement.
"So this is where I got all the ladies." He jokes. You giggle.
"Sure, Dylan."
"After you." He motions for you to go up the ladder. When you make it inside, it's a lot better than you imagined. There's two bean bags in the corner, sleeping bags in the middle of the room, a mini fridge in another corner, and a stack of Playboys and board games.
A door leads to what looks like a mini patio and there's stairs that lead even higher to a roof deck. From the middle of the house there's an opening, where the stairs are, and you can see the stars perfectly. You stand, astonished at how amazing this tree house is.
"My dad and I built this when I was 14." Dylan mumbles, making his way into the tree house. "I used to camp out in here when my parents fought...and just watch the stars."
You lie down on collection of the sleeping bags. It's pretty comfortable. "Wow." You mutter. "It's amazing. So peaceful." You glance over and grab one of the Playboys. "Ew, the pages are all sticky." You joke.
Dylan scoffs and tries to snatch it away from you, but you move. Flipping through the pages you mutter, "These chicks aren't even hot. I should be a Playboy model."
Dylan lies down next to you. "Yeah, but just for me."
"And Hugh Hefner. Ooh, Sex tips..." You mumble. "I bet you've tried these out and failed." You joke more. Dylan pokes you playfully.
"I haven't actually...."
"How to turn your man on." You giggle reading the article heading. After a while of reading the tips, you turn to Dylan.
"Lets try this." Dylan smirks, but seems unsure. "But, my parents are like 30 feet away. The window is open in here." You walk over and pull the blinds shut.
"Not anymore. Come on, baby! It's not like these shitty tips are actually gonna work." Dylan rolls his eyes.
"Fine, just a few though."
Step one: Give him a peep show. But only enough to keep him guessing.
You try your best not to giggle as you unbutton your shirt as seductively as you can. You only unbutton the top 4 buttons, exposing the top of your breasts spilling from your push up bra. Dylan nervously chuckles.
Step two: Touch him. Kiss him. Don't be too aggressive! Make him want more.
You move so you're sitting on Dylan's lap, facing him. You wrap one arm around his neck and glide the other down his chest. Your lips find their way to his neck. There you kiss and suck fervently. A light gasp escapes Dylan.
"I think I'm liking this." He whispers. You grin, grinding yourself against him once, and a moan escapes his lips. "Fuck, really liking this." Your hand palms him through his jeans while your other hand travels through his hair. You kiss him passionately, biting his lip gently.
Step three: Talk dirty to him! Nothing gets a guy going like dirty talk. Nothing too raunchy though-unless he's into that.
You kiss your way up to his ear and suck it lightly. "I want you so bad." You whisper, grinding your self against him more. He grunts, gripping onto your waist firmly.
"How much?" He whispers. "SO much, baby. I wanna feel you in me. I'm so wet for you." You can feel Dylan's heartbeat through his shirt. "Oh fuck!" He mumbles
. You bring one of his hands to your breasts and make him squeeze. He lets out a deep, thankful sigh. You moan exaggeratedly. You feel Dylan getting hard beneath you. Mission accomplished.
"Baby, I want you so bad right now." He mumbles. Standing up, you say, "Well, looks like Playboy does know what they're doing. You look turned on Dylan. Are you turned on?" Dylan can't answer. His mouth's agape in shock. "..F-fuck yeah!" You laugh loudly.
"Cool! Oh! Look, board games! I'm assuming you know how to play...
" You say bending down to grab a board game, but Dylan pulls you down.
"You are not leaving me like this." He whispers. Smirking, you answer, "Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Ride me." He answers bluntly. You pull your shirt over your head and unbutton your jeans. Dylan follows suit as you pull of your panties too. You push him back, not having the patience to wait anymore. For teasing him was teasing you too. You kiss his neck and guide him into you.
Dylan groans, throwing his head back.
"Oh yeah." He breathes.
"Shit! if my parents hear us, we're fucked!" He whispers, panicking. You kiss hims softly, working his length
"Then you better shut up, baby." You joke. Dylan grabs your waist and pulls you down harder. You moan as he does it again, thrusting his hips to meet you halfway. Dylan sits up you continue to bounce on him. He begins to kiss your neck and unbutton your shirt.
"This is killing me." He groans, fumbling with the buttons. He rips it open and buttons fly everywhere. You don't even care. The pleasure he's giving you is driving you nuts. Dylan unclasps your bra and throws it to the side.
"Finally. Fuck, you're so sexy, baby. I love you so much." His lips kiss their way across your chest softly.
"Oh baby, so close." You whisper against his lips. He turns you guys so he's hovering over you. Dylan thrusts quickly into you, making your eyes roll back. You firmly grip his biceps as the tension in your belly releases. A loud groan from Dylan implies that he too has been pushed over the edge.
He starts to slow down while you both catch your breath. He rolls off of you and kisses your cheek. You smile over at him then pick up the Playboy magazine.Flipping through the magazine, you find a model to imitate. You turn on your belly and pose sexily for Dylan. You laugh throwing the magazine back to its pile. Dylan stares at you.
"What?" You giggle.
"You're just so...beautiful. I can't wait until we're married." You play with the ring on your finger.
"Feels like we already are." You giggle.
"So...did I tell you about the first time I got laid in this tree house?" You move over to cuddle under the sleeping bag with Dylan. He pulls you close to him as you both gaze up at the stars.
"It was absolutely amazing! Like spectacular, and I really really loved her."
You furrow your eyebrows. "Ooh, Should I be worried." Dylan ignores you.
"She found my sticky Playboys and thought she'd try to turn me on with the tips inside. Well, thank God fur Hugh. Best sex ever." You giggle, now getting who he's talking about.
"I bet she's a loser now." You joke. Dylan chuckles.
"She is! Total lame ass." You turn and push him playfully. Dylan giggles.
"I love you, Dylan." You whisper, drifting a bit into a deep, peaceful sleep. The last thing you feel is Dylan kissing your forehead and pulling you closer.
"Love you too, baby. Sleep tight. Shit! Better hope my parents don't find us naked in the morning, or we're screwed."
An- Sorry this isn't mine, I found it on tumblr. I didn't have time to write my own one. Since I got three votes on the first chapter on my Joe sugg ff why don't you vote on my Luke brooks fanfics, whoever votes the most I'll give you a personalised imagine of any guy!!
