Grown ups

09 || Going Away Present

**this chapter is all smut**

When everyone got back to the lake house Zaylia felt very fuzzy and sad. As they left the restaurant, Dylan tried his best to take to her, but she wanted nothing to do with him. He felt angry. Angry at having to leave. He loved his mom, but this weekend could do something good for this family. And now he was forced to leave the girl he thought was the one he could see himself marrying.

Zaylia opened the door to their shared bedroom and she kicked her shoes off. She heard Dylan follow her inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Zayli" His soft voice murmurs from behind. She crossed her arms and tried her best to fight the wanting tears. She felt him sigh and walk up behind her so she could feel his chest against her back.

"I don't want you to go..." She whispers a single tears escaping down her cheek. Dylan felt his heart break.

"My dad says we get to stay tomorrow, but after that we leave Sunday morning, so at least we get to stay one more day right?" He tried his best to lighten the mood. Zaylia did feel better knowing she'd have one more day with the boy. She finally let her eyes meet his and he wiped the tear from her face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks breathlessly. Zaylia blushes, before nodding her head. Dylan smiled before leaving down and placing a soft, ghost like kiss on her lips. Feeling the effect of the beers she had, she grabbed the back of his neck and deepened in. Needing more. She needed him. Her body was lit on fire as the kids began to get more heated and desperate.

"We...can still...text... everyday" Dylan talks between kisses.

"Shut up" Zaylia mutters against his lips before pushing him back onto the bed so he was laying down. She straddled his waist as the two devoured each other like it was their last meal. Zaylia's hands reached to her jacket and began unzipping it. Dylan's face struck realization and he grabbed her wrists.

"We don't have to Zayli. You drank tonight" He says. Zaylia smiles and kisses him gently.

"I want to. Think of it as a....going away present" She smirks and Dylan threw his head back. She was going to be the death of him. She rolled her hips against him and his head shot up, meeting her smug gaze.

"Your bad, aren't you?" He chuckles. She shrugs innocently and begins unzipping her jacket again. The fabric slips off her shoulders and she throws it into the floor. Dylan's eyes met her chest and the small bikini like top she was wearing that matched her skirt. Her cleavage was leaving not much to the imagination and he was growing impatient. He fiddled with the buttons of his black button up and then discarded it to the floor with her jacket. Zaylia but her lips at the site before her. Dylan had a toned chest and stomach, not full abs but the outline of some.

"Fuck" She whispered and Dylan groaned before sitting up and sitting himself against the headboard so he could bring his lips to her neck. She let out a breathy moan as he began to suck on every inch.

"Dylan" she whined as he found her weak spot. He smiled against her as he continued his attack on the spot that drove her crazy. Each sound that she made, sending shivers down his spine. He loved the way she unfolded under his touch. Her hands grabbed onto his own and she let his fingers slip under the fabric of her top, signalling she wanted him to take it off. Dylan hesitated, waiting to see if she wanted him to stop but she saw no signal saying she did. He began lifting the top off her until her tits spilled out, bouncing slightly as they settled in front of his face. Dylan felt himself harder under her—so did she— and his eyes darkened drastically. He growled before attaching his lips to her nipples igniting a gasp from her lips.

"F-fuck Dylan" She moaned quietly as his other hand punched the other. She bags rolling her hips into his clothes boner and he let out a shaky breath.