25. Dakota
He plants himself to the root as my limbs wrap around him, needing him even closer to me even though he’s literally inside me. His arms let go as he lies on top of me, burying his face in my neck. “Baby,” he murmurs, kissing me softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.” He turns to the side, bringing him up to me. “Jesus,” he pants out, “I’m not even out of you, and I want to be back in you.”
“If it makes you feel any better.” I kiss the top of his head. “I want you back in there.” I wait a couple of minutes before moving away from him. “I’m going to go clean up.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to fuck you again in a couple of minutes.” I try not to smile but fail at it. “I just need a second.”
I lie beside him, putting my hands on his chest, and then putting my chin on it. “Will you come and get the girls with me?” His hand is rubbing my naked shoulder. “We can bring them around to see the house.”
“Whatever you want.” We are in the middle of the bedroom on the floor, our clothes scattered around us, and I don’t have a care in the world. Our legs are intertwined as my front is pressed to his side. I’ve never been fucking happier in my life, lying in the brand-new house I bought for me with the man who I’m in love with. Who I drove crazy enough that he fucked me on my new bedroom floor. It doesn’t get better than this, but what he says next might be.
“I have a break in January,” he says softly. “Do you think you can get away for a couple of days?”
I put my hand on his chest and rest my chin on it. “I will call my parents as soon as we get in the car,” I tell him, and he pulls me up to lie on his chest. “Where are we going to go?”
“Wherever we go, you’ll be naked the whole time,” he teases, making me laugh, “and we are going to fuck on every single piece of surface in the place.”
I roll my lips. “That sounds like a busy couple of days.”
“Oh, it’s going to be.” He kisses me, and his kisses make me weak. I open my legs to straddle him, finding his cock ready for me. “How much time we got?” he asks.
“Enough time for me to come one more time,” I tell him, lifting myself up and reaching between us to grab his cock before I slide down on him. His hands grip my hips until his balls hit my ass. “Maybe twice if we hurry,” I add, lifting up again and sliding down. His cock is thicker than my vibrator. “Hmm,” I moan when his hands cup my tits, and he rolls my nipples.
“God, your pussy is like a grip on my cock,” he declares before sucking my nipple into his mouth and holding my hips down on him. “I want to sit up,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist and sitting up with his back against the bed. “Fuck, I went deeper in you, and now I don’t want you to move.”
“Too bad.” I place my feet beside his hips and move up slowly, feeling every single vein in his cock. “It’s so good.” I move up and down on him, wanting to get him deeper and deeper in me. His hands grip my hips so tight I hope they leave his mark on me.
“What were you thinking right then?” he asks as he moves me up and down on his cock. “Whatever you were thinking, your pussy clenched.”
“I was thinking how I hoped you left a mark on me.” I put my hand on his shoulder.
“You want my mark on you?” He can barely talk, his jaw is clenched, and I nod. He leans down and sucks my nipple deep into his mouth before letting it go and then sucking right next to it, leaving a red mark on my skin. “And this one also.” He goes over to my other tit, doing the same thing. “God, you’re so wet it’s dripping down.” I move as fast as I can, and he sucks his thumb into his mouth before reaching between us. “Time to make you come again,” he announces right before his thumb rubs my clit, making me hiss. “She likes this.”
“I’ve never—” I start, getting distracted while he plays with my clit. “I’ve never—” His cock rubs my G-spot, and his fingers play with my clit. I have no control over what is happening with my body. I am a fiddle, and his cock is the bow. I lean back, arching. “Fuck,” I pant out, “fuck.” When his cock hits the right area, I moan, “I’m?—”
“Give it to me,” he demands, rubbing my clit back and forth. I’ve never in my life had an orgasm build like this.
As he plays with my clit and my G-spot, I close my eyes. “I don’t know,” I try to say, but it fades out as I come all over him. His hands guiding me up and down his cock, I lean forward, putting my mouth on his. “Christopher,” I say as he slides his tongue into my mouth, his hand moving me even faster. I breathe in once, and I let go of his lips. “It’s happening again.”
“I want you with me,” he states, and I can’t even say the words, but I would follow him anywhere. He groans out my name, his hands moving me like I’m a rag doll as I come again right after. He slowly stops moving me when my ass is on his thighs, his cock still in me, and my head is lying on his shoulder. Our chests stick to each other as his hand slip from my tits to wrap around me.
“I don’t know what you did to me,” I say, trying to get my breathing under control, “but I’d like to do that again.”
“Anytime.” He squeezes his arms harder around me before kissing the top of my head. “We have to get the girls.” I nod but I don’t move for a couple of seconds before finally getting off him.
“Thank you.” I look at him as he gets to standing. I finally take in his whole body, which is like a walking Calvin Klein underwear ad. His abs are on fucking point, his thighs thick with muscle, his cock like a work of fucking art. Nice, long, and thick, so thick I almost gagged when he thrust into me when I was sucking his dick.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to have to bend you over and fuck you again.”
“You can’t say things like that.” I practically stomp my foot. “Now I want to be late.”
He slaps my ass, laughing. “Put that on the top of your list.”
“No,” I retort, walking toward the master bathroom, “because I want to be on my hands and knees next time with you pulling my hair.”
He stops moving next to me. “I’m going to go in the other bathroom.” He points over his shoulder. “Because if you touch me right now, I’m going to forget we have to get the girls, and they’ll be sitting there waiting for us, and everyone is going to know we are late because I was fucking you.”
“How would they know?” I ask, confused. “We could be in traffic.”
“They would know because I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll have trouble walking.” How can just words make me wet? “I can see from your eyes you want that just as bad as me.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Go get cleaned up, Dakota.” He motions with his chin, and all I can do is nod at him and head to the bathroom. Only when I’m in the bathroom do I see the two marks he left on my breasts and another of his teeth on my shoulder, and I can’t remember when he did that one.
He comes in a minute later. “When did you do this?” I ask, pointing at his teeth marks.
“When you came twice in a row.” I nod as I wet a facecloth to clean myself off. “Did I hurt you?”
I look over at him. “You could never hurt me,” I reassure him softly, and he bends down to kiss me.
* * *
“Do I smell of sex?”I ask, leaning into him when we get to the school parking lot.
“No,” he says, “but you smell like me.”
“So like sex.” I laugh, pulling open the door and getting out.
The girls run out to us, and it’s so simple having him here with me these days. We drive to the house, and the kids are just as shocked as Christopher was, but then they choose their rooms.
It takes one week to get the whole house packed up, thanks to Zoe and her magic of knowing people. A group of four people have come in every single day, and we’ve gone from room to room. The good news is that once the boxes were packed up, they took them over to the new house and unpacked them. It was a godsend. The only room I didn’t do anything with was the basement. I made them do all of the packing and rented a storage unit. Even though I didn’t want anything to do with the things there, I know my girls will want it when they get old enough. If they don’t, then I can give it to Eddie.
He was more than surprised when I told him we were moving, and a little bit angry and pissed that I did it without talking to him. The conversation ended at a stalemate. I had to respect he was mourning his son, and he had to respect I was moving on.
Today is the big day. The day has finally arrived, and I open the door, expecting it to be the movers. It was the movers, but it was also most of the team, led by Christopher. “We are here to pack up things, and you can go to the house and wait for us to get there.”
“What?” I look from him to Cole. “But?—”
“The only thing that needs to be done is the big furniture, so you can’t help anyway,” Cole says. “So go over to the house and wait for us there.”
“Are you sure?” The team nods their heads at me.
I’m waiting at the house for about two hours when I see the truck pull in. Opening the door for them, I see they filled the truck to the brim. Christopher gets out of his truck and comes to meet me. “Did you guys do everything in one shot?”
“We did,” he confirms, stepping in on the plastic floor covering. “It was like playing Tetris all over again.” His forehead is all sweaty.
He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. “Hi, baby,” he says softly, bending to kiss me, pulling away from me when he hears voices coming closer to the door.
“The couch is first,” Cole states. “We tried to put the bedroom first, but it just didn’t work out.”
“That’s fine,” I say, walking ahead of them. In the two hours I’ve been here, I have already placed the pictures up on the walls. The new carpets I bought are out, waiting for the couch. It takes over five hours for everything to be where I want it to be. Christopher is the only one left, the rest of the guys headed out once all the heavy furniture was brought in. Brittany is going to be bringing the girls over in a bit.
“So how does it look?” I ask when he puts out the table lamp at the front door.
“It looks like your home,” he says, making me smile.
“It does, doesn’t it?” I cross my arms over my chest, basking in the feeling of peace.
He walks over to me and puts his hands on my hips. “Welcome home, Dakota,” he declares right before he kisses me, in my brand-new home.