"Cheers to a successful start to season 3!" Jeff stood up and announced as everyone raised their glasses up and clank them together. Dylan invited you to a small dinner party that Jeff Davis, the creator had threw in honor of the first episode of Teen Wolf's third season. The whole cast and crew was there and along with some friends each of the members brought.
"Wow, this cake is so good!" You said closing your eyes, swirling the cake around in your mouth, trying to savor the flavor. "Holland's mom made it" Dylan said with a smile, grabbing a fork and shoving it into your piece of cake. You grinned and smacked his hand away causing cake to fall into his lap. You giggle as he scoots back, trying to wipe it off as quickly as he could. You gently brush over his crotch with your finger tips, knocking the access cake crumbs onto the floor. He gasps quietly and looks over at you with wide eyes. Without saying a word he scoots himself back up to the table. "Everything alright Dyl?" Posey called from across the table. Dylan looked around, noticing that everyone was looking at him, he laughed and looked at Tyler "Yeah man, just got some cake on my suit!" Everyone smiled and then returned back to their conversations like nothing happened.
You squinted your eyes and placed your fork on the table. "What was that?" You leaned in, whispering so no one could hear your conversation. "Jesus Christ. Are you trying to give me a hard on right in the middle of a dinner event?" You put your hand over your mouth to keep you from laughing to loudly. "Excuse me? I was just getting the cake off your lap!" You nudge his arm but his serious expression doesn't change. You look down at his lap noticing his growing bulge. "Dylan..." He ignores you and turns to talk to Daniel, who's sitting on the other side of him. He snakes his hand onto your leg and you get goosebumps which causes you to wiggle in your chair a little.
You pick up your fork and take another bite of cake as he hand continues to slowly slide further up your leg. You shake your leg a little, hoping he would stop but he doesn't. He slides his hand under neath your dress and begins softly massaging you over your panties. You let out a loud yelp which draws the attention from everyone in the room. "Baby, you alright?" Dylan says looking at you with a innocent look on his face, one that you wanted to smack, the innocent face that pretended that nothing was wrong. You felt your cheeks blush as everyone continued to stare at you, "Hiccups. I'm terribly sorry!"
He sneaks his index finger into your entrance and you bite down on your lower lip to suppress your loud moans. You put your head down hoping everyone would turn back around and continue with their conversations and they did. You shoot your head up at Dylan, who's obviously loving watching you crack. "Fucking stop!" You snarl quietly at him. He laughs and pulls his fingers out, he brings them to his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. "Mmm, taste so good." He says loudly. "Yeah? If you wanna play that game... it's on." You place your hand on his lap, slowly patting up and down and rubbing softly back and forth. He continues to talk to the people around him as you decide to take it up another level.
You lean in and put your lips up to his ear, whispering extra quietly, "Is this all for me baby? Am I making your dick this hard? Mmm, I bet you want it in my tight, wet, little pussy don't you?" You see sweat forming at the top of his head and slowly drip down his forehead. He grabs a napkin from the table and begins dabbing the sweat off, he tenses up, his words becoming less less as he turns around to you, grabbing your wrist tightly. "If you'll excuse us for a moment." Dylan stood up, dragging you closely behind him. Once your outside the room he pushes you roughly against the wall, his body only inches away from yours. You can feel his breath on you.
"You actually thought you could get away with teasing me?" He grabs your hips, slamming them into his. He presses his forehead against yours, your lips barely brushing against each other, "Baby..." you whimper and push your lips against his but he pulls away. He grabs your wrist again and pulls you into a dim lighted room which seemed to be a closet. He pushes you up against the cold wooden walls and hikes your dress up. He lifts your leg up onto a stack of boxes and slides his pants down along with his boxers. The pool at his ankles as he grabs himself at the base, stroking it a few times, causing staggered moans to escape his lips
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You look back to see tiny beads of precum drip off of his red, swollen tip. He rubs cock against your clit which makes you wince, as he collects as much wetness as he could before he pushes himself into your entrance. You gasp as he twirls his hair around your fist, jerking your head back. You close your eyes and bite down on your lower lip as he starts off with a painfully slow pace. You try to push yourself back onto him but he just pulls on your hair tighter. His pace soon begins to pick up, his thrust becoming so rough. You reach your hand backwards, grabbing onto his tie for something to hold on to, pulling him forward.
He licks the shell of your ear and softly moans into it, "Does that feel good baby girl?" You nod your head as his thrust became even more intense. The sound of his skin slapping against your skin filled the tiny room. "Fuck Dylan!" You yell before letting your mouth hang agape. "Scream it baby!" He uses his free hand to smack your ass, causing you to moan louder. "Yes baby, yes! Fuck me like that Dylan!" "Oh my God baby.... so fucking..... tight.... shit!" he moans into your ear, causing that familiar sensation to boil up in the pit of your stomach.
You cry out as you tighten around him, feeling yourself release all over his cock. His thrust now become more shagged, like his breath. He groans as you feel his hot liquid coat the inside of your walls. You turn around and press your lips up against his, wrapping your arms around his neck. You slide your tongue into his mouth and your tongues battle for dominance as he finally lets you win. You pull away and you both look at each other and laugh. "Wooooow" Dylan grins, "What are we going to tell the people?" He picks up his boxers and pants, pulling them back on. He redoes his tie and try's to fix his hair. He grabs a old shirt and wipes the sweat from his body, trying to cool down.
You follow suit, trying to slick your hair back into the style it was before you left the table. You both take a deep breath as you exit the closet and walk back to the diner where everyone were still eating and engaging in deep conversation. Posey looked at the both of you and chuckled. He winked at Dylan. Fuck, our cover was blown.
