Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
G RANT
I’m having an out-of-body experience. I must be because Dakota’s mouth is wrapped around my cock, and her tongue is every bit as good as she promised it would be. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her on her knees like this for me. But she begged me. Taunted me until I lost my temper and fell right into her trap. My inability to say no to her is going to be a long-term fucking problem if I can’t get a grip.
She slips back slowly, taking me shallower, and her tongue plays over the tip as she mixes it with soft, sucking deeper passes, and whatever’s left of my brain is shutting off and instinct is taking over. Telling me to fuck her throat and every single part of her until I’ve marked it all as mine. She teases her clit with her vibrator and rocks it deeper inside as she fucks me with her mouth, her hips grinding down chasing her own orgasm as she tries to suck me dry.
“That feel good?” I ask. “Grinding that little cunt down on your toy?”
Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock before she pulls back and takes a breath.
“Feels as good as you taste.” She laps up a drop of precum with her tongue, and I can’t help running my knuckles down her cheek. She’s so eager to please. I feel like I must be dying and living out one final fantasy before everything goes black. But I can tell she needs more from me, and I want this to be every bit as good for her. I owe her that much, at least.
“What do you need?”
“Your cock would solve everything.” She gives me a sly grin. “But if that’s off the table, then more vibration would help.” Her eyes meet mine for permission, and I can’t refuse her when she looks at me like that. I just want to be in control of it right now—her pleasure and her focus.
“Up,” I command her and hold out my hand to help her stand. I run my hands down the sides of her body, taking in how soft her skin is and how perfect every curve of her body feels, before I grab her hips and turn her to face the counter, her back to my front. I want this experience from every angle, want to feel her come apart under my hands and watch it on her face at the same time.
“Fuckkkk,” she curses as I turn up the vibration a notch. The mirror serves as the perfect window to her thoughts as she leans over on the counter. She’s giving in to the sensations while I stand behind her and gently stroke my hand over her ass, admiring the little heart shape of the toy she still has there. “It’s torture,” she mutters into the counter.
“Good. You deserve it for being such a brat.” I run my other hand down the length of her spine. “We were supposed to be in bed with a pillow fort between us, and now look at what we’ve done.” Except I can’t even force regret into my tone; I’m glad for every moment of this.
Her lashes lift, and she studies me in the mirror, her eyes drifting over my form, standing at her back.
“We could do better,” she mutters as her gaze lands heavy on my cock. “You could put us both out of our misery.”
I should say no, should try to be the one who slows us down because she’s set on us both leaping over a cliff tonight—one we might not survive. But I’m lost in her, and every argument she makes is chipping away at my resolve.
“The lube’s right there. You could take the heart out and slip right in,” she taunts me.
I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek and slowly shake my head. For all the good it does, because even I can see in the reflection how desperate I am for her. So fucking tempted to take what I’ve wanted for what feels like forever now. I could let her have this. Give her these things she wants, at least, even if I can’t give her everything. I’m only tormenting us both right now.
“I want to see this one in you.” I run my fingers gently over the double-ended, bendable vibrator before I pull the heart-shaped plug I have in her now out slowly. I reach forward to grab the lube, leaning over her, and my cock brushes against her soft skin. I mutter a curse, and she seizes the opportunity, pushing back, and the warmth of her slipping over the head of my cock is too much. I squeeze the bottle and close my eyes, trying to count backward and take control of the situation.
Ten. I could do this. Nine. I really could. Tease and torture but not give in fully. Eight.
“I want you in me,” she demands .
Fuck. I’ve forgotten where I was. Seven? I’m too busy imagining how tight she’ll feel, how good it’ll be to know it’s me and not a toy making her fall apart like this.
“That private school Jesse made me go to my last year said it doesn’t count this way.” She licks her lips and runs her teeth over the lower one in a way that has me dying to kiss her. “In case you need an excuse to ease your conscience.”
She knows exactly what she’s doing. These few short months have given her everything she needs to find my Achilles’, or maybe she’s been studying for years just waiting for the opportunity. I raise a brow at her but stay silent. Still at number seven and moving very fucking slowly down to six and then five as I go to put the lube on the other end of the vibrator. But I pause, letting it dribble down in between her cheeks instead. I start teasing her with my fingers, slowly circling tighter and tighter, while I watch her face contort with anticipation and pleasure in the mirror.
She rocks back against my hand, murmuring a soft curse and letting me stretch her. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m coating the head of my cock in lube and lining myself up with her. Her eyes meet mine in the reflection and then rake down my body. I can’t remember what number I was on. Fuck, I can’t remember my own name right now.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Please. I need it.” It’s a soft plea, one that severs whatever resolve I had left.
Before I can think, I’m easing inside her, listening to her muted whimpers as she slowly moves her hips back and forth and bites down on her lush lower lip. I let her take control, taking as much of me as she wants as slowly as she wants. I’m just trying to breathe through it because she’s so tight and so fucking sexy; I worry I might never breathe again if I don’t focus .
“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes as she moans and leans over the counter for purchase, her palm running desperately over the surface and gripping the edge.
“Thought I was the devil.”
“Right now, you’re both.” She opens her eyes again to meet mine. “You’ve got me so full.” She starts to move, rolling her hips to test the feel of me while she counters with the vibrator, the one she has slipping slowly in and out of her until it’s glistening with how wet she’s getting.
“That’s my girl. Fuck that tight little cunt for me.” I grab her hips and start to fuck her, slowly at first, but she urges me on. I can tell she only needs a little more to take her over the edge. “Spit on your fingers and work that clit for me. I want to see how far we can push you before your body gives in.”
She follows my instructions without question, using her free hand to start teasing her clit. The jewelry glints from the movement, and I grin at the soft gasp that leaves her lips.
“I’m gonna come fast like this. It’s too good. I’m sorry.” She apologizes between moans and whimpers, and I’m thankful as fuck because I can’t take it either. The tight feel of her around my cock as the vibrator mercilessly punishes us both, torturing me through the thin barrier, the sounds she’s making, knowing every inch of her is mine now. It’s all too much.
I don’t have enough willpower for this. I take her a little slower, trying to draw it out for both of us, but then she mutters a soft final plea for more—one I deliver on—and I can feel her lose control. She grips me tighter, and her whole body shivers like waves on a lake as she comes apart, saying my name like it’s deliverance. It’s more than enough to take me with her, and the sight of it all reflected back to us in the mirror has me swearing through my own release.
“That’s my girl. You’re being so fucking good for me, Hellfire. Taking me so well like this.” I watch mesmerized as I pump her full, and I start to drip out of her. “Oh fuck… look at me leaking out of you.”
There’s another whispered obscenity on her part, and she pulls the vibrator free, collapsing forward and leaving just me as I lose the last of myself inside her. I pull out of her slowly, obsessed with the way she’s covered in me—my sweat, my come—as I run a palm over her ass cheek.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, but right now… Fuck me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this beautiful, sweetheart,” I whisper.
“You’re not bad yourself, Cowboy.” She turns around, and the way she studies me, every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire. Like I didn’t just claim her, but she took some part of me with her in the process. She leans past me to turn on the hot water. “I’ll get us some more towels, but we’ll have to shower together this time. We’re pushing the limits of the water heater.”
I nod my agreement because I don’t have better words right now. I’m still processing what I’ve done. What we’ve done. I already know how this night ends now. But it feels like she’s finally in control.
When she comes back, she takes inventory and smiles at the chaos she’s created.
“Get in.” She nods to the shower, and she presses softly on my chest and plants a kiss on my jaw before I follow her instruction.
She steps in behind me and pours soap into my palms, but instead of putting it on my own skin, I put it on hers. I’m still craving more of her, and I spend my time lathering up her shoulders and chest, moving slowly over her breasts and ribs and down over her abdomen. Then around her hips and over her back and ass, slipping between her cheeks to clean the mess I made of her. She moves just as slowly and allows my ministrations, lifting each leg, one at a time, so I can get her thighs and behind her knees. I kneel down to reach her ankles and toes, and she gives me one foot at a time so I can work over every inch of skin.
She follows my pattern, pouring the soap into her hands and washing every inch of my body. She pauses at all the parts she likes, not saying a word but admiring them all the same—my arms and my ass seem to get extra attention, and I smirk when she kisses the tip of my cock as it starts to come to life again from her touch. When she comes back to standing, she looks up at me, and there’s a question in her eyes, one I only have a single answer for.
I run my fingers through her hair, threading them until I have a tight grip and tilting her head back so she’s forced to hold my gaze. I’m scared to tell her the next part. Terrified that now she’s had some of what she thought she wanted, she’ll realize that I’m not any of what she made me out to be in her head all this time. But I’m in the habit of doing things that fucking terrify me, and now one of them is confessing the truth to her.
“I want every part of you. Your mind. Your heart. I’m gonna earn them all. It’s gonna take time, though, and you’re gonna have to be patient with me while I learn to trust myself with them. I have to figure out how I can balance how much I don’t deserve you with how much I need you. That’s probably gonna take a lifetime and then some, and I don’t know if either of us is ready for it.” I hold her blues with mine, worried I’m gonna get both our hearts broken in the process, but I can see the way her eyes soften with the words. The quiet way she relaxes into my arms.
“I’m ready to start whenever you are,” she whispers back .
“Thank fuck because I don’t think I can wait any longer.” I grin before I kiss her.
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close, her fingers searching over my skin as desperately as my tongue tangles with hers. We’ve both needed this way too long. The touch of someone who sees us for who we really are, all the ugly flaws and doubts and worries, and loves us for exactly those reasons.
A feeling we get to enjoy for all of five seconds before the water turns ice cold.
“Fuck this!” I shout, pulling her out of the spray of the water and shielding her with my body until I can turn it off. When I turn around, her arms are wrapped over her chest, and she looks frozen.
“Oops,” she chatters, laughter bubbling through. “Got a little too carried away.”
I help her out of the tub and hand her a towel. We make quick work of drying ourselves off, and then I scoop her up, carrying her back to the bed and laying her down in the middle of it. I climb on after her, and she wraps her legs around my hips as I start to kiss my way over her chest, pausing to flick my tongue over one of her nipples on the way to her throat.
“Think you could fuck me again?” she asks, amusement and admiration seeping through her tone in a way that melts away whatever ice was left.
“Yeah.” I slip my cock through her wetness, teasing it over her clit as she rolls her hips. “I think I might be able to help with that.” I grin at her. “Condom?” I ask when I realize I don’t have one on me. It was part of my say-no-to-her reinforcement plan, but clearly, it’s out the fucking window now.
“There’s one in the drawer, but I’m on birth control. I’m good if you are.”
“I’m good,” I reply softly .
“Do I get the sweet cowboy or the rough gangster this time?”
“Which do you want?” I ask, studying her face as she looks up at me.