Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 6

Dylan hadn't said a word, not one word, when I was stumbling behind him, looking back only to make sure that I was keeping up, still smoking and not even offering his jacket to me; that dick... I was murmuring stuff, not even real insults, and I felt sick again, huffing from Dylan's fast pace!

"Oh.... gawd...." my lips were numb when I leaned over, giving into nausea and just hurling pink liquid all over the street before me, splashing my shoes and the red dress, crying between my gags, wanting to die from how stupid I was feeling, getting drunk!

Dylan just stared at me, doing a few more gags, before sighing, tossing his smoke, and removing the jacket, embracing me to my thankful whimper. It smelled just like him, to my wails. Why was he helping me again?

"Yeah... that sugary s**t is always the worst..." I looked up, red eyes and feeling puffy, still drunk, and he knew, giving me a half smile that made me feel less bad; I was never drinking again, ever!

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." I didn't know what I was apologizing for. Getting drunk, following him to the bar when he told me not to, or bringing up that b***h he used to date; that one was hurting me too; I wanted him to want me, and not her!

"Yeah...." I whined at his short answer. So he was just taking me back home, the end of whatever was happening, that I was going to be with him and not feel like I wanted to die every second of my wake hours?

"Why did you follow me anyway?" I was still breathing through my mouth, bent over and blinking slowly, one hand on the wall, and trying to understand what he was asking me. Why wouldn't I? He was making me feel better; the darkness in my chest felt further away like I could breathe again.

"You make me feel safe..." I blurted it out, not really caring since my head was still fuzzy, and my mouth felt like it was burning from throwing up; I wanted Dylan Hopper just as desperately as when we were teens.

"...and you're the only guy I ever loved..." I whispered the last words, knowing even in my drunk state that whatever I was telling him, it was too much, not seeing his face, mine still facing the ground, feeling sorry for myself.

"I want you to kiss me..." Dylan's voice was hurt, needy like mine when I looked up, my hair hiding me from him like the coward I was; seeing his face, he was so beautiful, and still, looking at him now, he didn't seem like this big tough guy that could kick anyone ass. He needed me.

When I came closer, his eyes were still filled with sorrow. I was still nervous. I put my hands on his face, inhaling hard from my touch and stroking slowly with my fingers over the scratchy chin. I wanted to help him; somehow, I wanted to take that pain and make it mine.

My head tilted up, still unsure what would happen, to feel his hand on my back, pushing me closer when none of us were saying anything, no smiles or stupid laughter, just breathing and staring into other eyes.

He was just as damaged as me.

I kissed him, my lips pushing softly against his, not like last time when I wasn't thinking, closing my eyes, getting pulled inside his arms more, taking another kiss that got deeper, not caring about cigarette smoke or vomit.

We stumbled before turning around, my back against the wall, staring up at the hard guy who wasn't letting me go, holding me close with his muscular arms around me, kissing me again, making me smile; he wasn't so bad, was he? the big bad Dylan Hopper.

"You are making me so f*****g hard for you..." I exhaled, hearing Dylan's husky voice coming up my neck, kissing me so much that I had lost track of time, my arms and legs jello and thighs soaking from how wet I was.

He rubbed my butt, making a snicker, feeling that I was bare to my own giggle, his hand getting closer to my groin, whining from how slow he was going, chuckling inside my ear, nibbling, making me moan; he was driving me crazy!

"You want me to f**k you, Jen?" Dylan was still whispering, the street around us peaceful since most people were around the main street on the other side of this building, leaving us alone, my eyes gazing up at his face, giving a shy smile before his grin; I wanted him, with all my heart.

"Yeah... I mean... yes..." I was stammering through my shallow breathing, my mouth open, when Dylan grinned back. His hands moved from my thigh, coming around my waist, lifting me up to my gasp, holding onto his great shoulders; he was so strong!

My knees were pushed apart when I leaned back, his hands on my breasts, pulling down the cheap dress, moaning when I whimpered, feeling his lips around my n****e, twisting around in his mouth to my core, thudding faster.

Anyone could see us out here, but I didn't care! Crying out from his big finger reaching inside me, my brain sparking with the tingles spreading my legs more. Nobody told me how good it would feel getting fingered by a guy, watching me twist before him, kissing me when I got too loud.

My hips were arching towards him, wanting more when I was close, my p***y gripping firmly around his finger, giving into the strong ripples, shaking my body so bad that I opened my eyes, staring right into the eyes of Dylan, staring at me with so much hunger that I lost my breath, even if I was still trying to catch it!

"f**k! Look at you... I'm going to f**k you now, okay, babe?" I was still lying on my back, batting my eyes over what had just happened; whatever I thought about s*x, all wrong... all f*****g wrong... I smiled, hearing Dylan's curse, looking up, his jeans hauled down just enough to give me a hint of his big d**k coming up and giving me a look, waiting for me to give the word, and he would take me on this dumpster.

"It's going to hurt, but.... relax..." Dylan was giving me a sorry look that I didn't believe, snorting back when the tip of his d**k was grazing my p***y, giggling when he pulled me closer, hands on my naked hips. The dress hung around my waist, making him stare at me some more, using his hand to spread me apart, pushing further inside with a low grunt.

"Oh..." Dylan stopped when I was just staring into the night sky; the stars were hidden, gray. Same as the guy's eyes that were deep inside of me, my p***y beating around him, still wanting him, but, yeah, it did hurt.

"stop or keep going?" He was stroking my legs restlessly, giving me shivers, cramping his d**k to the soft grunt that he really wanted to keep going with me naked before him.

"Keep going..." my head was still fuzzy, giving him a big smile, earning one back when he leaned over, my eyes dilating fully from how big he was, pushing inside the last part, making me hold onto his arms, a little scared, kissing him hungrily, the pain didn't matter, not when he was doing the first slow trust, sparking my low moan, something made me feel good, and I wanted more.

"Dylan!" I was crying his name, his hand over my mouth, when he picked up the pace, f*****g me against the dumpster, closing my eyes, and moaning again. Dylan pulled me up, kissing me when I was panting, my p***y beating hard from every time his d**k hit my walls, crying out when he was speeding up more, the dull pain in my mind gone; I wanted him to f*****g take me to heaven!

"Oh God! Oh my GOD!" the strong punches from my core made me shake again, holding onto Dylan's strong arms, grunting when he was slowing down, following my orgasm, riding my wave, still f*****g me before stopping making me giggle, my legs were apart when he was tipping over, tired, letting my hips go. I stared at the sky again with the heavy guy between my legs, resting his head on my rising and falling chest; I knew it would be good.

"Alright... you good, babe?" Dylan was leaning up again. My breathing was slower, and my head spun, but I was happy when I started to laugh, still having him inside me. Yeah! I was good!

"Oh shit... look at you.... sexy girl..." I sniggered seeing his face, feeling the slow motion of his d**k pulling out, sitting up slowly with his help, my hips still burning, giving him a happy smile, still staring at my thighs, looking at me for a second, to my smirk, and he called me strange?

We strolled down the street back to his place. I probably looked awful with my tousled hair and a swollen face, not to mention his dress drenched in sweat. I looked horrible next to his proud gaze.

We walked into his apartment again, and I immediately felt uncomfortable and didn't know why. I had already slept here with him and even showered and rummaged through his home. I looked embarrassed down at the dirty carpet. He caught my head with one hand, caressing my skin with his rough fingertips, making me tingle again.

“What's wrong, babe?” He looked at me anxiously with his own penetrating grey as I fluttered to despair with his eyes and ignored the dryness of my mouth. He called me things like we were dating, making me even sadder than I was.

“Is this over?” Are you calling a car to take me home? I trembled with my voice and swore softly at my own vulnerability.

I didn't want to cry, but if he had only intended to let me pick up my stuff and go, I would be like the biggest baby he had ever seen!

His face went from anxious to surprised, and then I saw a mixture of anxiety and harshness again outside the bar when I said that I would be okay getting f****d by the drunk man; that would never happen!

“Is that what you want?” His jaw was tense, his whole being tensed up when I finally managed to whisper a barely audible no out of me before I threw myself against his chest, completely ignoring my dignity, and let tears stain his black bartender shirt.

He took hold of my waist and patted me comfortingly on the head, like a child again. I looked up in tears at his half-amused smile with loving eyes.

“Then why are you talking nonsense?” He chuckled, and I felt stupid again. I just thought he wanted it. After s*x, it was thank you and goodbye, but I didn't want to say goodbye. Not now, not ever; my heart screamed so loud that I almost didn’t hear anything else.

“I'm bad at this, Dylan, and I don't know the rules….” I was ashamed, and he looked up at me again in surprise.

“The rules?” He didn't try to hide his mockery over the attractive face, and I got angry again. Asshole! I was exposing my feelings; he just chuckled at me.

“Yes, you know about s*x and everything….” I stopped altogether when he laughed harder and started pulling me close to him; I hit him, annoyed by his hard body, grimacing, feeling the pain in my arm again.

“Let me go you….” I couldn't think of anything as he had pulled me entirely inside his lap so that I was under his face, and he leaned over me with his head tilted, leaning on his hand against the couch back.

“You, what?” He looked amused, and I was petrified by his hypnotic gaze. His incredible scent only made my heartbeat faster as he patiently waited for my answer. I blinked uncertainly back and forth with his gaze before slowly kissing my lips softly, and I had completely forgotten why I was angry.

“That's what I thought….” He chuckled at my inability to answer, and I happily looked up at him. I never wanted this to end. I could live with him in this rundown place if that's how he wanted it. I was already in love with him.