A Little Bit of Everything and Everyone

Happy Birthday (Dylan O'Brien)

****A/N: this is the last part of this book! I hope you enjoy this Dylan smut (even though I cringed while writing it) and have enjoyed this book! Keep an eye out for my next one and check out my newest: Bésame!****

My phone starts going crazy with texts as soon as the clock turns to 12:00 AM. I'm officially 22 years old and my friends would rather blow up my phone than let me sleep for once.

Alisha: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOMEGIRL!!!

Kayla: HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU BESTIE!!!!

Sierra: HAPPY 22ND BIOTCH!!!!!!

And then, amidst all their texts, my phone starts ringing with a phone call. Seriously guys all I want to do is sleep right now. I can party tomorrow.

"Hello?" I ask. I hadn't bothered looking at who was calling me, assuming it was one of my girlfriends.

"Happy birthday baby," a male voice says. I shoot out of bed, suddenly awake at the sound of my boyfriend's voice.

"Dylan? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? Isn't it like four in the morning in New York?" I ask.

"Uh, I'm not in New York," Dyl says slowly. 

"Um...where are you?" I question. He had been in New York for the last month and a half, and he wasn't supposed to come back to Los Angeles for another two weeks. I hear a key in my front door and kick the blankets off of me. Dylan is the only other person who has a key to our apartment so...that means....

"I'm home," he says, walking through the front door. I run out of my bedroom and see him standing in the living room. Tears fill my eyes as I run into his arms. His suitcase hits the wood floor as he embraces me. I wrap my legs around his torso and he hugs me tightly.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, pulling back just enough to look at him. His scruff is coming in and I love it. He looks older and sexier with the facial hair.

"You didn't think I'd miss my baby's birthday did you?" he asks with a dimpled grin. Oh how I've missed that grin. FaceTime is a wonderful thing, but seeing it in person is so much better.

I press my lips to his, my happy tears mixing in with our mouths as they collide. Dylan carries me to the bedroom, gently setting me down on the bed. He stops kissing me and gently wipes my still falling tears.

"Why are you crying Gracie?" he asks softly.

"I just missed you is all. I can't believe you're here," I tell him. He smiles at me.

"I missed you too Gracen," he says before pressing our mouths together again. I tangle my hands in his hair, trying to pull him as close as I possibly can. His hands push up the long t-shirt I was sleeping in, and carefully pull it over my head. Dylan pulls back again to look at me. Since I was half asleep when he came home, I was already in my pajamas, meaning no pants or bra.

"Beautiful," he murmurs before his lips find the skin on my neck. He sucks, leaving marks and making sure everyone knows who I belong to. I moan as his mouth moves lower...and lower...and then he's pulling my underwear off with my teeth. Goosebumps rise on my skin when he blows cold air between my legs.

"All for me?" he asks. 

"Mhmm." His tongue finds me and my back arches in pleasure. 

"Fuck, yes Dylan," I say, getting closer and closer to the edge. Two of his fingers enter me and I gasp. He pumps faster and faster and soon I'm releasing all over his hand. He cleans me up with his tongue before kissing his way back up to my lips. I push his shirt over his head, running my hands up his abs and arms. My fingers then go to the button on his jeans, feeling his hard-on that lies beneath. I pop open the button and he kicks his pants and briefs off. But when I go to start pumping him he grabs my hand.

"What?" I whisper.

"It's your birthday, not mine. Let me take care of you Gracie," he tells me. He kisses me again, his hands massaging my chest. I moan into his mouth.

"Dylan I need you, badly," I say between kisses. He nods once before he lines himself up with my entrance and pushes into me. I gasp at the sudden pain and he gives me a second to adjust to him before he starts moving.

"Faster," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. The only sounds in the room are those of our moans mixed with the noises of our skins slapping together. We finish together and Dylan falls into bed next to me, both of us out of breath. I cuddle into Dylan, wrapping my leg around both of his. 

"I do have a real present for you babe, it's not just sex," he says sleepily after a second. I laugh.

"In the morning, I'm too tired now," I tell him. He kisses the top of my head before my eyes drift shut and I fall asleep in the arms of my wonderful boyfriend.