Dakota
What the fuck did she just say?
“Don’t ask for something unless you’re damn sure you want it,” I warned.
She stood up from the sofa, peeling my t-shirt over her head as she rose.
“Lena…,” I threatened, stalking towards her.
Slowly, with determined blue eyes, she pushed my sweatpants down her thighs, her long, blonde curls sweeping across her huge tits as she moved.
My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of her.
You’re a dumbass motherfucker, Jace.
As we stood there, eyes locked, uncertainty and embarrassment fluttered across her face.
“Come over here,” I demanded, my voice low.
Clearly surprised but obedient, she came towards me.
Any ounce of self-control I had evaporated the second she was at arm’s length.
Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I tangled my fingers in the blonde waves at the base of her hairline and tugged, forcing her to look me in the eye.
“Lena….,” I warned once more, pleading for her to tell me to stop and pleading for her to tell me to keep going.
Encircling my neck with her tiny palms, she pulled my mouth down to meet hers.
This is the part where my PASS device would go off.
Her lips were plump and juicy, marred with the subtle taste of Jack Daniels.
She moaned, a strained, deep sound that quaked me to my core.
I’ve got to stop this. Neither of us are in the place for this.
Sensing my hesitation, she pulled me closer, daring me to call her bluff as she slid her tongue between my lips. I welcomed her by opening my mouth deeper, encouraging her tongue to dance against my own.
Kissing her felt more dangerous than any fire I’d ever fought.
Needing more closeness, more passion, more Lena, I pulled her body into mine, every naked inch of her porcelain flesh searing me through my clothes. She kissed me with urgency, determination in her veins.
Fuck this.
Lifting with ease, I laid her back on the kitchen counter.
Shocked by my brazenness, every part of her turned crimson, embarrassment overtaking her.
“Tell me to stop, Lena.” It wasn’t a request. It was a plea.
She shook her head.
“Lena,” I groaned. “Tell me to stop.”
“I need this, Dak. I need you,” she whimpered breathlessly.
I think I do, too.
Spreading her legs apart, I took in my new, unshielded view.
Her pussy was bare and glistening, a perfect match for my own throbbing situation. Her clit was damn near purple, swollen and barely peeking from beneath its hood. Using only my thumb, I stroked her, her body trembling against the counter in response.
“Mmm, do you like that, Lena?”
She nodded, suddenly looking more innocent than I’d ever seen her. I stopped my probing.
She propped up on her elbows, her eyes flashing.
“Can’t finish the drill, Lt.?”
Ya know what…
Using both hands, I spread her pussy open, toying with every part I wanted against my tongue.
She smells so goddamn good.
Teasing her, I tapped on her fully exposed, throbbing clit.
“Dak!”
“Don’t like that? What about this?” Using her own juices to guide my way, I traced the edge of her pulsating hot spot. She arched herself off the countertop, silently begging for more.
“God, I want to fuckin’ taste you.”
Aggressively and without warning, she grabbed my head and pressed it against her body.
If I’d ever sat back and imagined how incredible she would taste, it wouldn’t have even come close to the real thing.
As she held me in place, my tongue explored every inch that I could reach before landing on her pulsing center. She ground her pussy against my lips, my tongue tormenting her every step of the way.
Make her climb the fuckin’ walls, Dak.
Clamping my lips around her, I engulfed her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I sucked. She began trembling beneath me and I knew that she was close. She pulled my head away, releasing the suction, only to push it back down a moment later.
“Pl-Please don’t stop,” she stammered, never releasing the hold she had on the back of my neck.
She screamed, a deep, guttural scream, as her orgasm washed over her. I increased the pressure behind the suction I had on her clit.
“Dak, too much. I- I – too much!”
Oh no, baby, you said you wanted to climb walls.
Determined to send her spiraling, I kept sucking and flicking, the pulse from within her vibrating against my tongue. She writhed from the counter, her moans echoing off the walls. Almost immediately, a gush of warm, sweet liquid flooded my mouth, my chin, and the counter beneath her.
Never have I ever wondered if Lena was a squirter but in this moment, I don’t know how I ever lived without knowing it.
Jolene
Whatever that was… I’ve never felt that before.
“Are you okay?” He asked tentatively.
No, I’m not actually. I want to know why it’s not always like that.
“I’m okay. That was…,” I trailed off.
“That was what?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.
I felt myself blushing.
“It was incredible,” I admitted sheepishly.
I avoided his gaze, but I could feel him smiling down at me. Goosebumps skittered across my sweat-sheened body.
“I’m happy to hear it. Let’s get you dressed,” he instructed, pulling me gently to the sitting position.
Um, I would like to play with the railroad tie that I felt under me in the hot tub.
Before I could hop off the countertop, he held up the sweatpants, rolling them from the hem so I could slide my leg in.
Ok, I guess I’m getting dressed.
After sliding his pants over my hips, I hopped down, the old hardwood floor as cold as ice beneath my feet.
“I’m gonna go to bed, Lena. Take the master bedroom,” he announced, starting down at the floor.
So, every relationship I held dear just went in the shitter today, huh?
“Okay. Thank you.”
He nodded but said nothing before ascending the wooden staircase.
What the fuck did you just do, Jolene?
I know I’ve fucked up when my subconscious is calling me by my government name.
After grabbing my phone, I made my way up the stairs to the lonely bedroom at the end of the hall.
How many times have I slept in this room with Jace? How many times have I made love to him in this bed?
“A lot of times that don’t make a fuck, Lena, because he was railing your best friend over the church secretary’s desk,” I argued with myself aloud.
I clapped my hands together and the bedside lamp came to life. Warm lighting illuminated the old cabin bedroom, the gleam on the vibrant old quilt on the bed reminding me of better days.
Jace wrapped that around me on graduation night after I drank entirely too much hunch punch and ended up throwing up over the balcony.
I pulled off the antique fabric, folded it, and laid it across the rocking chair in the corner.
You’re going to freeze to death just covered up with the sheet.
I climbed under the thin fabric, ignoring how cold the room already felt.
The heater is on. You’re just still moist from your nasty little tirade on Big Jake’s kitchen counter!
The reminder that this cabin belonged to a man that was like a second daddy to me, a man who graciously gave me a job at his bank when I was just a senior in high school, a man who has allowed me to be part of his family for almost two decades and the disrespect I just…
What if he has fuckin’ cameras, Lena?
I shot straight up in bed. Cameras! Why the fuck didn’t I think of the possibility of cameras when I was dropping the damn Vera Wang around my ankles!?
Retrieving my phone from the nightstand, I cut it on, careful to avoid opening any of the billions of texts that Apple was screaming at me to open.
Scrolling through my contacts, I settled on ’s name.
Please tell me your daddy doesn’t have cameras downstairs.
I pressed send.
I waited but a text from him never came. Several others popped on through from various people and mainly, Jace, but nothing from Dak Clayton.
Go wake him up, bitch.
But I couldn’t. Not after what happened. Big Jake probably didn’t have cameras.
Yeah, because what billionaire doesn’t have cameras.
“But Big Jake isn’t the flashy kind. You’d never have known he has money if you didn’t know, and this isn’t his main home. It’s a vacation home,” I reasoned with myself.
You have lost your entire fuckin’ mind, Lena.
Switching my phone back off, I laid it on the nightstand.
He has his phone cut off, dumbass.
The silence of the dimly lit room was deafening.
I don’t think I’ve ever been in this house where it’s so quiet.
I stared at the pictures on the wall. Our senior class picture that we took on the back lawn, a framed picture of Cassie and from their engagement session, a framed picture of Jace and me from ours, a picture of our Creek’s Edge National Bank family, a picture of Baxter, ’s childhood dog. Years and years of memories were scattered across the old walls, reminding me that everything would be different now.
Where the fuck do you go from here, Lena?
Before I could answer myself, the room went pitch black.