Chapter 31
SAGE
The heat in the room is palpable. Dalton lies on top of the bed, stretched out.
He’s only wearing a pair of black briefs, and they’re leaving nothing to the imagination.
I can see the curve of his cock pressing against the material.
He’s not doing anything to let me think that he’s not willing and waiting for me.
I know if I were to pull down his briefs and take him into my mouth, he wouldn’t say no.
I’m throbbing in my panties at the thought of getting on top of him and riding him.
I can still remember the way his cock twitched in my pussy, the way he grabbed my hips and bounced me up and down on him, and I feel hot just thinking about it.
I turn over on the mattress and stare at the screen.
The King of Queens is one of my favorite TV shows, but I can’t concentrate on the antics going on.
Even though Dalton is a mere foot or two away from me, it feels like there’s an ocean between us.
There are so many things I want to tell him, so many hurts I want to express, so many fears, so much pain, and yet I don’t want him to feel like I’m a burden.
I don’t want him to feel like I can’t handle my emotions.
And even worse, I don’t want to feel like I’m losing control and power.
The way I felt when my mom told me about my dad broke me.
When I knew that he wasn’t my biological dad, all the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, and I haven’t found that missing piece.
My dad doesn’t want to know me. He doesn’t even want to talk to me.
I want to scream and shout into the pillow. I want to bang my fists against the wall and ask: Why? Why am I not lovable? Why don’t you want to see me? Why don’t you want to have a conversation with me? Am I not a piece of you? Am I not a piece of you that exists in the universe?
And he doesn’t even want to lay his eyes on me.
I sneak a glimpse at Dalton, and he’s staring at me.
There’s an intensity in his gaze that makes me want to cry because this is a man who cares, protects, loves, who is a solid block of rock, and yet I can’t trust him in the way that I want to.
He has so much going on, and I know he has so many people he needs to put first. And while he cares for me, he sees me as a little princess, as someone who needs protecting, someone he wants to lock in a tower so that no one can harm me, and that’s not the life I want.
I desperately want to touch him and feel him. I look at his lips. Would one kiss hurt? No. Yes. Maybe.
I find myself shifting closer toward him, but not close enough that we’re touching.
I’m lying on top of the sheets, but still, I’m warm.
The leggings feel too snug and the T-shirt too tight.
Before I know what I’m doing, I pull off the top and then the pants so that I’m lying here in my panties and bra.
I turn my body and look at him with lazy eyes.
I can see that he’s breathing faster now.
I love the way he looks at me, at my body, the way I can tell he thinks I’m sexy.
His fingers twitch, and I know he wants to touch me.
It almost makes me want to laugh, but there’s a hunger burning inside of me, a hunger to be with him, to forget everything, to pretend that the universe is just him and me and our bodies making love—sweet, tender, fast, reckless, angry love.
I move a little closer to him, reach out, and touch his chest. He looks surprised, but I don’t care. I want to feel him. That’s part of it. I can touch him, but he can’t touch me. I lean forward and press my lips against his nipple and bite down.
“Ow,” he says. “What was that for?”
“Just seeing if you hurt like a normal human being.”
“I am a mortal, you know?”
“That’s good to know.”
“I would’ve thought you already knew that, given all the mistakes I make in life.”
“We all make mistakes, Dalton. Doesn’t mean we have to hold them against ourselves forever.”
He nods slowly, and there’s a lightness to his expression now.
“So, what else are you going to do to test me?”
“I don’t know,” I say and stretch.
I see his eyes drop to the top of my breasts, and a naughty thought crosses my mind as I slowly take off my bra.
I peel one strap down, then the other, and unclasp it.
He sucks in a breath as he stares at my nipples.
I lean over him, brushing my breasts against his chest and then his arm as I grab a glass of water from the other side of the bed.
His eyes narrow as he watches me sip, and then I place it back down.
I move up slightly and brush my nipples against his mouth. He does nothing.
I tap his nose lightly. “Good boy.”
I turn my back on him and once again look at the TV. I’m still not paying attention because this is fun. This is a game. I wonder just how much I can do and have him not react.
I shift back closer and closer until my ass is pressed against his crotch. I wiggle my butt, and I feel his cock twitching. Yet still he doesn’t touch me. I look over my shoulder, and he’s rigid.
“You think I’m that easy, Sage?”
He chuckles, but I can tell he’s hard as hell. I can tell he wants me.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to do anything. I was just snuggling and getting ready for bed and watching my favorite show,” I say as I continue to rub my butt against him.
He growls slightly, and I laugh.
“Ah, what a night,” I say.
I look at him and run my fingers down the side of his chest and touch his briefs gently. I brush my fingers across his cock, and he grunts as I slip my fingers in and run my thumb up and down.
“You’re so hard.” I giggle. “This must be like torture for you.”
“Can’t say that it is,” he says with a moan, and I hrushrug.
“Oh, I’m glad to hear that.”
I pull his briefs down and pull them off his legs before throwing them to the ground. He watches me with a smile. I lean back up on the bed and grab his hand.
“I guess, if I touch you, technically, you’re not touching me,” I say, looking down at him. “I guess.” I move his hand to my breast. “Squeeze,” I say.
“What?”
“One squeeze.”
He squeezes dutifully.
“Do you think my breasts are too big or too small?”
He licks his lips, but he doesn’t squeeze again.
I move his hand over to the other breast. “Squeeze,” I say.
He squeezes obligingly and then moves his hand back.
“Too big or too small?”
“Just perfect,” he says.
“Aw, aren’t you sweet?” I giggle.
I then peel my panties down and hold them in my hand and wave them across his face, letting them trail against his nose and his lips.
He takes a deep breath in, which feels dirty and sexy at the same time, and then I drop them to the floor.
I turn back on my side again and lean into him.
I reach back and grab his cock and place it between my legs so it’s snuggled there and gently move back and forth so it’s rubbing between my slit, the tip gently caressing my clit.
“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I am teasing him, but I am also teasing myself. The feeling of his cock between my legs is amazing. And when his cock involuntarily twitches and grazes my clit, I almost jump.
“That wasn’t me. I can’t help it if my body makes its own movements,” he says.
“I know,” I say and move back and forth so that I feel him sliding in and out.
He starts to breathe loudly, and I wonder if he can resist. I wonder if he’s going to touch me. I need him to touch me. I need him to grab me, and yet still, he doesn’t.
“What are you doing?” he says, mouth open, eyes teasing.
“Nothing.”
I sit on his stomach and gently move myself backward. His cock is between my legs. I lean forward and rub my breasts on his chest and keep my lips a hair’s breadth from his so that we’re almost kissing, but not. I want him to reach up and squeeze my ass. I want to feel his fingers against my clit.
“That’s still nothing? You really want to keep that hundred dollars, don’t you?” I say, chuckling, almost out of breath.
“I just want to be respectful.” He grunts. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“Well, I’m naked, and I’m on top of you naked, and I’m rubbing myself against you, and you still … you still resist.” I grin. “I guess you have more discipline than I thought.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?” he asks through veiled eyes.
“It’s a good thing. It means I can trust you. And because I can trust you, I’ll let you do one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asks almost breathlessly.
“I’ll let you go down on me.” I roll over and lie flat on my back.
He has a wicked grin on his face. “Is that a command or an ask?”
“Whichever way you want to take it,” I say.
Before he can say anything, he spreads my legs, and his tongue and nose graze against my clit. He licks up and down, and my entire body trembles.
“Oh, fuck, you taste so good,” he says.
As he sucks my clit and thrusts his tongue inside of me, I feel like I’m going to climb to the top of the cliff and then jump. His thumb gently grazes my clit, and I want to scream. I reach down and grab his shoulders, and then he thrusts his tongue faster and faster, and I’m so close to the edge.
“Oh my gosh, don’t stop, Dalton. Don’t stop.”
I look down at him; his eyes look up at me, and I feel suddenly bereft as he pulls away.
“I have an idea,” he says.
“What?” I ask him. “You don’t get to change the rules. These are my rules.”
“You just said you want me to go down on you.”
“Yeah.”
“So, you want me to make you come with my tongue?”
“Yeah.”
“So, sit on my face,” he says. “Grind yourself to orgasm on my face.”
“But I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“You won’t.” He laughs as he lies down, pulls me over, and slides me up. “Place that sweet pussy on my face, princess.”
I gaze down at him and shift forward so that I’m sitting on his face.
His mouth is directly beneath my pussy, and then he starts sucking and licking, and I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life.
His nose gently rubs my clit, and he grabs my hips and moves me back and forth as his tongue fucks me just as good as his cock did.
I’m coming hard and fast on his face as I grind into his mouth until finally, I collapse on the bed.
I’m breathing deeply, and he’s licking his lips and staring at me.
“That was a very nice dessert. Thank you, Sage.”
“You’re welcome,” I say heavily. I’m out of breath. I feel amazing, and yet I need to feel more of him. “You’ve got five minutes,” I say.
He stares at me in confusion. “Five minutes for what?”
“To do whatever you want to do.”
“But you said—”
“Forget the hundred dollars. Five minutes to take me in whatever way you want.”
I don’t even have time to continue that thought because before I know it, he’s on his knees, and he’s flipping me onto my stomach, and then I feel him lowering himself onto me. He parts my legs, and I feel his cock rubbing against my clit, and he thrusts into me hard and fast.
I cry out.
“You feel so tight and so wet.” He moves faster and brings me up onto my knees so he’s fucking me doggy style. He reaches underneath and squeezes my breasts. “The perfect size,” he mutters into my ear before he reaches down and starts rubbing my clit furiously.
He slams his cock inside of me harder and faster. Before I know what’s happening, he’s erupting inside of me.
“Fuck yeah. Oh,” he groans and then pulls out.
We both collapse onto the bed, and he has a wide smile. “I hope I didn’t take more than five minutes.”
“You didn’t.” I breathe deeply. “I guess I’m just as bad as you, huh?”
He chuckles. “Why would you say that?”
“Because we weren’t going to do this again. It was meant to be off-limits, and yet you can’t resist me, huh?”
“And don’t worry. You can’t resist me either, Sage.”
I lick my lips and nod. There’s nothing else I can say.
He pulls me into his arms, and while I know I shouldn’t touch him back, he just feels so warm, so right.
I don’t even want to think about what we did.
I don’t want to think about why I’m here.
I just want peace. I want to forget my pain and my hurt and lie in the comfort of Dalton’s arms.
For one night, I don’t want to be strong. For one night, I want to be me.
“You can touch me tonight,” I say, “anytime you want, but just tonight.”
“Just tonight,” he says, slowly moving his fingers down the side of my arm and gently cupping my breasts.
He rubs his thumb and one of his fingers against my nipple and pinches.
Then he slides his fingers down my stomach and gently caresses it.
He holds me close to him and kisses me hard and then soft.
“Tonight, you’re mine, and no one can take that away from us. ”