38. Dahlia
DAHLIA
“I forgot my key.”
Felix is too busy kissing my neck to hear me, so I turn to face him. “I’m locked out. We have to go back and see if we can find one of the girls to let us in.”
“Is your window unlocked?” he asks.
“Yeah. I think so. Why?”
A delicious smirk plays over his face as he bites his lower lip.
“Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes. Tracking down one of your roommates could take forever.” He pulls me against him. He’s hard. To be fair, we stayed at the party way longer than we should have for two people that couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
I think even Brogan was happy when we walked away from the flip cup table. As it turns out, we’re very into PDA as a real couple.
“What if I fall and break my neck?”
“A little faith, babe. I’d never let you fall.”
I follow him over to the side fence. He helps me up first and then instructs me to pull myself up onto the roof.
Is he serious? I think I’ve only done a handful of pullups in my entire life, and it wasn’t up onto a roof in a skirt.
When I don’t manage to do it, he hops onto the fence behind me and rests his hands at my hips. “On three.”
He counts down, and then I jump and use all my strength to try to lift my body onto the roof of the porch. Felix’s hands move to my ass, and by his groan, I know he can also see right up my skirt. I’d be self-conscious if I weren’t worried about falling to my death.
By some miracle (and a lot of help from Felix), I successfully get onto the roof and step back so Felix can do the same. He opens my window and motions for me to go in first. As soon as we’re inside, he’s kissing me again.
He walks me backward toward the bed. I fall onto the mattress, and he stares down at me with heat in his gaze. He pulls off his black T-shirt, balls it up, and tosses it on the floor.
Leaving Eddie’s concert early was the best idea ever. I owe him. I can’t imagine waiting even one more day for this.
“Remember that time you said you wanted to climb me like a tree?”
The laugh that breaks free sends warmth to my face. “Yes.”
“Let’s do that.”
I scramble up and throw myself at him. He catches me and his hands go around my butt to keep me in place.
Once I’m steady, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, his hands glide under my skirt and cup my ass.
His touch mixed with the way the hard bulge in his pants hits my core, makes my entire body tremble.
“I think I should have gotten you naked first.”
Laughing, he sets me down. I hurry to get his jeans undone and push them down over his strong, thick thighs.
“Stupid hot,” I mumble as I stare at his muscular and chiseled body.
“Right back at ya,” he says as he runs the pad of this thumb along my bottom lip.
“We could do the other thing I said in the video too.”
His brow furrows like he’s thinking back to remember exactly what I said.
“Lick every inch of your body.”
His eyes darken. “Later. I need to be inside you.”
I grab a handful of condoms from the nightstand and dump them on the bed. He smirks. “Here’s hoping.”
He rips one open and covers himself. Then instead of picking me back up so I can make good on my climbing him like a tree vow, he covers my body with his. Tenderly he nips and teases my lips as he slowly pushes inside me.
He pulls back to look into my eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I rasp out the word as goosebumps dot my arms. “Boyfriend.”
“Girlfriend.” He brushes his lips over mine. My body clenches around him.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
“Say it again.”
“Girlfriend.” He moves slowly out and then pushes back in. That word is magic. I’m his. I can’t believe it.
My heart is beating so fast. Every thrust sends a new wave of pleasure.
“It feels so good. You’re so deep. Are you bigger than average?” I don’t give him time to respond. It’s either say every thought in my head or combust. And I don’t want this to end yet. “I like you so much.”
I have just enough wherewithal to bite back the words I think I’m actually in love with you.
“So much,” he parrots.
“Like an insane amount.” He shifts up on the next thrust and hits a spot that makes me gasp. “Do that again.”
Laughing, he brings his lips down to cover my mouth, effectively silencing me. I cling to his neck and press my body tighter against his as he moves in and out at a quicker pace. I feel his muscles tense as he gets close.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, I think so.” Every one of Felix’s touches feels like I’m going to detonate.
He slides down my body. I whine at the loss of him inside me, but when his mouth covers my pussy, I cry out. His tongue flicks over my clit and then down my slit. I gasp and writhe.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell him when I can’t take it a second more before exploding.
He teases me longer, testing just how close I am before moving from between my legs. His face is covered in me. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Turn over, babe.”
I hesitate, not sure where this is going, but he places a kiss on my hip bone and then nudges me to roll onto my stomach.
He wraps a hand around my hair and uses it to tilt my head back.
“Girlfriend.” He punctuates the word with a searing kiss, then his free hand slides beneath my stomach and lifts me onto my knees and elbows.
With my hair still wrapped around one hand, he pulls me back onto his dick.
All the air is knocked from my lungs as he fills me so completely, and I know I’ll never be the same.
“Still with me?” he asks.
I can’t speak, so I nod. His grip on my hair brings a little pain with the motion. “Yes. You don’t have to worry. I’m good. Don’t hold back. I want the full Felix Walters experience.”
He leans down and bites my shoulder. “You mean the Dahlia Brady effect.”
“I just want you. Whatever that is.”
“Same, babe. Same.” He drops a kiss to the same spot where he bit me a second ago and then continues pushing in and out of me until my limbs are like jelly and I don’t think I can hold myself up.
One of his arms hooks around my stomach, holding me in place. His fingers glide down, and he rubs a slow circle over the sensitive bud.
“Felix,” I pant as I shatter beneath him. And the resounding groan he lets out as he follows makes my heart skip. This sexy, strong man is mine.
He pulls out slowly. The muscles in my core fight to keep him inside me, even as my arms give out and I fall face down onto the bed.
He drops next to me and pulls me into him.
I don’t know how I can be so tired and so ready to go again at the same time.
My hair is knotted and sticking to my face and his chest.
“Ugh. My hair is everywhere.”
He chuckles as he smooths it out of my face. “Sit up for a second.”
“What?”
“Hand me the hair tie around your wrist and sit up. I have a solution.”
Visions of my hair wrapped around Felix’s hand moments ago flash through my mind, but his touch is soft when his fingers brush the long strands back out of my face again.
“O-kay,” I say slowly. I sit and give him the black elastic hair tie.
I feel his fingers work through my hair. My scalp tingles. Who knew that having a guy play with my hair was such a turn-on?
“That feels so good.” I close my eyes and feel my shoulders relax.
I lose track of time as he continues. Eventually, he kisses my neck and says, “All done.”
I run a hand along the back of my head, then swivel around to face him. “You braided my hair?”
He grins.
I get up off the bed and go over to the mirror. Not just a braid. A French braid. “How?” I ask. “Is this some sort of kink?”
His body shakes with silent laughter. “Not that I’m aware of.”
I look at him wide-eyed for an explanation.
“I have two sisters who really liked to do makeovers when we were younger,” he admits with a shrug, looking a little embarrassed. “Now you know my secret talent.”
“I’m impressed.”
“I can do a Dutch braid, too. And I think I remember how to do a fishtail braid, but it’s been a while so don’t hold me to that.”
“I can’t even braid my own hair.”
“Now you don’t need to.” He winks. “Want me to try another?”
I climb on top of him. “Later. I still need to make good on a few things.”