It seems to happen in slow motion, but also in the blink of an eye. It is out of my body, like I am watching it happen from above, unable to do anything other than walk towards him, be as close to him as possible. Dylan turns around and his gaze dips down to my mouth before landing on my eyes again. Before I even know what I am doing, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his, bringing our bodies flush.

"No," Dylan says but his mouth says otherwise as he returns the kiss. It's just a brush of lips against lips, but he's reciprocating it like he can't help it.

"Yes," I smile into the kiss. Then bite his bottom lip.

That flips some switch in him and Dylan pushes me to the wall, but he comes along with me, caging me in with his hard body. "This is a mistake and you know it."

"So why did you kiss me earlier?"

"I liked the way you looked mesmerised by the snow. I liked the way snowflakes melted on your skin." I listen to him, this version of Dylan that admits so freely what's in his mind and I want to bottle all those words up and carry them with me forever. "But it was a moment of weakness. We should leave it in the past."

"I don't think we should. Why, when it felt so good. Just once in your life do something spontaneous."

I shove Dylan's back against the door, pinning his body with mine as my lips dive in, sealing with his. I take his hand in mine and press it firmly against my crotch and he moans into another kiss. "You feel what you do to me?"

My tongue slides into his mouth, and the kiss quickly turns heated and handsy–his palms drag down my sides, over the dip in my waist before reaching around me and grabbing my ass, pulling me into him. Then in an eager move I don't see coming, Dylan presses his palms flat on my shoulders as he shoves me to my knees. The breath whooshes out of me as I watch him unclasping his belt buckle and sliding the zipper down, pulling himself out. Oh my god. The size of him, fuck... He's hung like nobody else I've seen before–but I crave it with hunger beyond anything I'd imagined.

Giving his length a few pumps, a smirk tilts on his lip before he says, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I look up at him for a moment to make sure this is real, and his eyes are heavy-lidded and dark from arousal. He is so fucking hot when he's like this, just need and unrestricted desire. Smacking his hand away, I replace it with my own, admiring his powerfully muscled thighs. Dylan is, all in all, overwhelming but there is no other place I'd rather be than right here, on my knees for this man. The velvety hard feel of his cock in my grip is enough to make my head swim, and I waste no time at all leaning in and flicking my tongue against the tip, gathering the delicious precum pooling for me there. I start working his dick in a languid twist and squeeze action from base to tip, and a grunt bursts from his throat.

"Enough," his voice is barely recognizable, glaring down at me. "I want to fuck your mouth so damn bad it hurts. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Dylan grits through his teeth like it pains him.

"Yes," I breathe. "So fucking take me already."

"Open," the tone of Dylan's voice means it is not a request. I comply and he fills my mouth sending a spark of pleasure up my spine. I gag around the thick intrusion but quickly recover.

His head hits the back of the door as he groans, and I relish in the way his hand jumps out, gripping my shoulder with force as I sink farther, taking more of him into my mouth. His length twitches against my tongue, salty flavor hitting my taste buds as I work up to a steady rhythm. My mind is hazy, my heart thrashing around in my chest, and my dick is so, so hard.

Unable to stand it any longer, I pull my cock out, stroking it with fervor as his heated gaze watches me. His eyes alternate between the way his dick is disappearing behind my lips and the hand that's working myself over. It's too much. This sight of him turned inside out, the scent of him in my nostrils, the taste of him on my tongue. I can hardly hold on, and I know he's getting close too.

"You don't know what you fucking do to me," his voice sounds a little shaky and I can feel him trembling with the effort to hold back his orgasm. His heavy breathing turns into moans, and his fingers dig in a little deeper into the flesh on my shoulder. The bite of it stings, but feels so damn good at the same time.

"Oh, fuck."

Tasting his cum sets me off, my dick throbbing through my release, shooting thick ropes all over this trailer floor, wave after wave of pleasure ricocheting through my body as I suck every last drop from Dylan.

We are both breathing heavily now. My head nuzzles his thigh, smelling his scent: fabric softener, clean sweat and that heady musky smell of his arousal. I'm in heaven and I start laughing at how much I wanted this. "I wish we didn't wait so long for this to happen. God."

Dylan pulls me up, and presses my body to his as if my wobbly legs bothered him. "Stop smiling."

His low voice rumbles through me but my smile grows wider. "Sorry for not being a grump like you-"

Dylan captures my lips suddenly, sliding his tongue against mine. It's not a battle for control anymore, he kisses me softly, our mouths moving together, warm, liquid. Like earlier today in the snow. He kisses like he talks, confidently, with authority but so receptive to my every response.

I melt into it, parting my lips eagerly and looping my arms around his strong neck, trying to tug him closer. I've never been with someone so built and his strength is driving me crazy. It's like he can overpower me any second and do anything to me which makes my mind spiral to a thousand places at once.

And the fact that he didn't shy away from kissing me just after he came in my mouth tells me how much he loved this.

"See how good you taste?" I murmur against his wet lips. He looks at me like it scares him how good we are like this. And honestly, I'm kind of scared too. Terrified.

Because I want him, again. And again and again. God, it shouldn't have been possible to want this much, when I just had a spectacular orgasm just a short while ago. Never before have I felt the need like this, and after that kiss today I just had to get close to him even though I was ready to put all of my fantasies to the back burner after the night he took care of me.

I step back from his hold, and start pulling up my trousers, needing to put some distance between us. It has the desired effect and he shifts off me, but not before looking down at the mess I made on the floor. "Sorry." I grimace.

"The only thing I'm sorry about is that I hadn't had a chance to taste you too."

"You can. I can go again in ten minutes." I joke but not really. Maybe I can get it up even faster if he puts his mouth on me. Hell, my dick twitches now at the thought of it.

He chuckles at that and rakes his fingers through the hair that fell out of his messy bun before zipping himself back into his pants. But there is still fire in that gaze like he likes the idea of making me come as many times as possible. And there is also something similar to uncertainty in his eyes. Christ, he's a fucking mess of mixed signals and confusion.

I decide to not make this any more complicated for both of us than it already is. I'll play it cool and just leave. If he wants to talk to me about it he knows where to find me. I walk to him, where he's standing by his desk.

"So, that was fun." I push my hand into the hair at the back of his neck and his breath halts. I press a quick kiss to his lips and pull back an inch noticing those eyes wild on mine. I try to keep my voice even. "I'll see you tomorrow."

But when I leave him, I'm not sure I succeed in being so unfazed after all, as everything inside me is screaming to go back to where he is.

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A/N

Guys, just a few things I wanted to say. Firstly a massive thank you for all the reads!

Secondly, as some of you know I tend to write and complete my stories offline first and then publish them on wattpad. That way I don't have to worry about not completing the story for whatever reason and leaving you all disappointed.

Midnight Sun is a bit different, I do have lots of it done as you can see from very frequent updates lately however the ending is not written yet. I sort of know what is going to happen I just haven't been able to sit down and focus on that part of the story yet. This is just to warn you that in the near future updates won't be as regular as now. I'm hoping to achieve a schedule of weekly updates, like I did with SIOB but it might just be whenever I have the time (I have a full time job and lots of other stuff going on in my life atm). The point is, I love this story so much that I can't wait for all of you to read it too. That's why I am pushing myself to edit my drafts and publish as often as I can.

And the last thing - from now on you'll be seeing much more chapters with smut. I hope you are all ready because if that's something you don't like reading then I guess you won't be enjoying this story very much.

I will be exploring some kinks that I wasn't before (but was curious about) so hopefully you'll like how I handled that. Dylan and Noah won't have D/s relationship if that's what you're wondering from this chapter or some other hints that I was dropping. But like I said they will be a bit kinky from time to time and I can't wait to explore their sexual relationship as well.

Just remember, we're still not near the end so it won't all be perfect suddenly. I did warn you this would be a wild ride!

Any questions, thoughts, comments?

Sending you hugs wherever you are ❤️