Falling For Us Again

8. H.O.T

Chapter 8

H.O.T

Jenna

I try to focus on the food, but I can feel Dylan's eyes on me, studying my every move.

"Jenna," he begins, breaking the silence. "Are you really sure about selling the house?

His question catches me off guard, and I welcome the surge of irritation rising within me. Anything to distract from the feelings he stirs in me.

Plus, the last thing I want to discuss with him is my family or the house.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. "It's my decision, and I don't need to justify it to anyone."

He leans back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. "I get that it's hard, but this is your home. Your parents’ home. Don't you think it's worth reconsidering?"

I look away, my jaw tightening. "I said I don't want to talk about it. Can we just enjoy the meal?"

For a moment, the only sounds are the clinking of cutlery and the soft whir of the refrigerator. I can feel the weight of Dylan's questions threatening to unravel the fragile peace we've managed to establish.

But Dylan isn't one to let things go easily. He puts down his fork, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "Jenna, why are you so mad at me? You were the one who shut me out of your life."

“Oh God.” I press my lips together. I stare at the meal in front of me, the once tempting aroma now completely unappealing. My appetite has vanished, replaced by a rising bitterness. I push the plate away, my hands trembling slightly.

“What? Does the subject make you uncomfortable? Well, you should be.”

“You don’t need to be spiteful.”

“Me? Spiteful? Nobody knows how to be spiteful better than you.” You don’t get to try to use that against me."

His words ignite a fire within me, a deep-seated bitterness that I've tried to bury for years. I slam my fork down, the clatter echoing through the quiet room.

“You can never understand what it was like living here. You could never understand how unhappy I was. How much everything about this place makes me sick."

"You can never understand what it was like to live with a father who once showered me with love and suddenly couldn’t stand the sight of me, whose favorite past time seemed to consist of finding ways to hurt me.”

“You think you know everything because you helped me nurse some bruises? You don’t know anything, so don’t act like you do.”

I stand up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as I begin to pace, my anger bubbling.

“I am so sick of you, Dylan.”

“Oh right.” He scoffs. “You’re sick of me? I'm the one at fault, even though you wouldn’t open up to me, no matter how much I tried. I gave you all my love, and you threw it away the one time I couldn’t be there for you.”

“My father had left; I was scared and alone. What was I supposed to do? I needed you more than ever and you weren’t there.”

His voice booms. “So, you decided the thing to do was to screw Paul? Screw my best friend? That’ll show me huh?” Dylan’s breathes heavily, bitterness clouding his eyes as he recalls the painful incident. “You’re something else; I’ll give you that.”

“You don't know what really happened.” I shake my head, my chest twisting painfully.

“Well, I know you screwed my best friend and left without so much as a word before I could come back.” He laughs, but there was no trace of humor in his voice. “And yet, I'm the one who didn't care enough about you.”

“I hoped with everything in me that it was a terrible lie, and you'd reach out to me and explain. I desperately clung to that hope for weeks, months, and it slowly morphed into years, and you never did.” he says, his voice tight.

“Do you think it was easy for me to leave?"

"Then why did you?" his voice was a whiplash.

"I had no choice. Leaving was the only thing I felt I could do then," I say, my voice trembling. "Your mother hated me. You hated me. Do you understand what it’s like to feel like my mere presence is ruining your life?”

Dylan runs his hand angrily through his hair. “Jesus Christ, Jenna. Nothing you’re saying makes any sense.”

“She never wanted me in your life. After you left for college, I could see the happiness on her face that we were out of each other’s lives. When she found out that we were still together, she hated me even more. And what did I do except fall in love with her son?”

“You never really understood how it all made me feel. I was dying inside.” My voice cracks, and I turn my back away from him. “I hate being back here. This place makes me sick.”

The room is silent again, my words hanging heavy in the air. The unresolved tension between us is palpable, and I can feel the tears threatening to spill. But I won't let them. Not now.

Dylan walks towards me slowly, his hands gentle on my arm. “Jenna.”

I pull away, my heart pounding.

“Jenna.” He says softly.

“Leave me alone, Dylan.”

He doesn't; instead, he pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace. The distance between us vanishes, and I am engulfed by the warm, intoxicating scent of sandalwood from his shirt, filling my senses.

I have no more fight left in me, and my eyes flutter shut, giving in to the inevitable. I let myself melt into him, savoring the feel of his strong body pressed against mine.

We stay like that for what feels like an eternity, lost in each other’s arms even as our past hangs unresolved and heavy between us.

When we finally pull away, our eyes meet, and the sexual attraction between rise to the surface. The desire in Dylan’s green eyes is unmistakable, mirroring the fire burning in mine.

My breath hitches as he wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. I barely have time to second guess what is happening before he closes the gap between us in a swift motion, capturing my lips with his own.

The kiss is hard, fierce—devoid of any softness but instead filled with a raw, untamed passion that has been restrained for too long. I kiss him back with equal fervor, putting all my frustrations and longings into the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hands roam my body with an urgency, fingers tracing the curves of my waist before settling on my butt, fondling and slapping a palm on it.

“God, Jenna,” he groans.

My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingertips, mirroring my own racing pulse.

The kiss deepens, becoming more desperate and demanding. I can feel the heat between us growing, our breaths mingling as we lose ourselves in the moment. His hands slips under my dress making its way between us, sliding my panties out of the way as his finger finds my wet, throbbing center.

I groan into his mouth, and he sucks on my tongue as he slips a finger inside me, sliding it in and out, as another finger teases my swollen nub in circular motions.

My mouth opens as I tilt my head back with a moan, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his tongue exploring mine in a way that is both commanding and intoxicating. I grab handfuls of his hair as he slips another finger inside.

“Ohhh.” I moan breathlessly. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples beg to be released from their confines.

My moans make his erection swell in his pants, and he presses it against my thigh. He begins to rub my clitoral area faster; I can feel my wetness dripping over his fingers. I’m close to the edge.

“You like that?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Y.. Yes.” I manage to stutter out.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he whispers harshly, pushing two fingers deeper.

I’m too turned on to utter a word, all I can do is moan.

“I want to hear you say it.” He commands. He stops, and I’ll do anything to make him continue.

“I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

My pupils are dilated with desire, and I feel like I’m in a trance with no control over my mind or body.

“Say it” he commands, flicking a finger over my nub.

I gasp. “Oh God, please.”

“Please What?”

“Please Dylan, I want you to fuck me.”

With a triumphant groan he leans in for a deep kiss. He lifts me off the floor, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as we stagger to my bedroom. Without breaking the kiss gently lays me down on the bed.

His lips leave mine to trail hot, lingering kisses down my neck down to my full breasts. I feel gentle bites followed by a soothing flick of his tongue. Each touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through me, and my center throbs with need.

I arch my back, inviting more of his touch, and he obliges, his hands exploring every inch of me, as if rediscovering me with a possessive hunger that leaves me breathless.

We undress each other in desperate motions. Dylan looks at me, his eyes dark with desire, throbbing hard with need. He curses under his breath as he stares at my naked form sprawled out in front of him, begging for his touch.

Instinctively I cup my breasts, squeezing the rosebud nipples, offering up their fullness to him like a sexual offering.

I watch with satisfaction as his nostrils flare. “God, Jenna. You’re magnificent."

He reaches over, wrapping his hands around mine to squeeze my breasts, burying his face in their fullness. He flicks a finger over one hard nipple as he sucks on the other, running his tongue over it. I moan loudly, my pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

He kisses all over me; our bodies press together, skin against skin, the heat between us becoming almost unbearable. He takes his time, savoring every moment and every touch, as if trying to drive me crazy, and I am lost in the sensations, my mind clouded with nothing but the overwhelming need to feel him inside of me.

As if reading my thoughts, he slides in slowly, deeply. The sensation of him filling me completely was even better than I remembered. My body tightens around him, stretching to accommodate his size.

“Holy shi—

My breath hitch as he pulls out and thrusts deeply back into me. My back arches, and I feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Our movements build into a rhythm that quickly becomes frantic as we both lose ourselves in each other. I hold on to the sides of the bed as his thrusts come even faster; it is too much, and I feel like I’m on the edge of a precipice.

It's a pleasure I haven’t felt in a long time, and I don’t want it to end.

Our desire builds to an overwhelming peak, and with a final, breathless cry, I fall over the edge, my body trembling with the intensity of it. He follows shortly after, a low groan escaping his lips as he finds his release. We both crumble against each other, his tense body against my trembling one, before we finally relax in the afterglow.

We stay like that for a while, our bodies tangled together, the only sound in the room, our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal.

Dylan gently brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch tender now, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had consumed us just moments before. Our eyes meet once more, and in that moment, without any words, we both know that everything has changed.