Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Chelsea
I woke a few hours later with Dallas' hand between my legs.
He was only grazing his fingers lightly up and down the inside of my thigh and over the gusset of my panties, but it was enough to get me going. Even with us being where we currently were. Even with me being uncertain he was actually awake.
Still, I parted my legs wider to give him better access. When he hooked his finger into the side of my panties and pulled them aside, I decided he must be awake after all.
Was it crazy to be turned on in this place? Probably. Did I give a shit? A small one. We were locked in here and Jones' minions could walk in at any moment. Jones himself could. Three of my guys were dead and at least one was dubiously trustworthy.
Yet, this was my life and I wasn't going to let anyone stop stop me from living it. Badass women did what they wanted, when they wanted. Right?
Of course we did.
I peeked out over the covers to see Atlas sitting against the wall near the door.
His head was down, chin to his chest. He seemed to be asleep.
On the other side of Dallas, so was Jay.
I thought about waking him, so the three of us could deal with Atlas while he slept, but even as I pondered, Atlas stirred.
The fact he was locked in here with us at all suggested Jones didn't trust him either. What did that mean? I decided to let myself go for a few minutes and think about it later. That was an issue for post-orgasm me.
"You're so wet," Dallas whispered. His fingers went still. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be…"
"Don't stop," I told him. "I need this right now and so do you. I want this."
"Are you sure?" He moved his fingers again, running up and down my seam and dipping into my damp entrance.
"Completely," I said firmly. As stress relievers went, sex was one of the best, if not the best. Otis Skinner banged on about water therapy, but I preferred, well, bang therapy.
Maybe I should have become a sex therapist instead of practising sports medicine.
If I was an expert on anything, it was fucking.
"I love you," he whispered. "If I was going to get stuck in a beige house like this, locked in with anyone, I'm glad it's you."
"Why do I get the impression you're more offended by beige then you are being locked in?" I teased gently.
"Just trying to… lighten the mood," he said.
For a moment there, I was sure he was going to say he was trying to channel Frost. If anyone was going to crack jokes right now, it would be… Would have been, him. We needed humour right now. Humour and orgasms.
"The decor is boring," I said finally. "For someone like Jones, I would have expected bright orange everywhere."
Dallas snorted and slipped a finger inside me. "I guess even evil assholes have their limit."
"Who would have thought?" I bent my knees to spread my legs wider, encouraging him to put it another finger inside me, then another.
"What are we thinking?" Jay asked, with a yawn. He appeared over Dallas' shoulder. His eyes widened seeing what we were doing. "Oh, I see." He glanced over toward Atlas. "There might be a camera."
"I don't care," I said. "Let them watch." In spite of that, I reached down under the covers to slide the heel of my hand up and down the front of Dallas' pants. He was already hard, but became harder still under my touch.
"I'll keep guard." Jay sat up, his arms crossed over his chest.
I exchanged glances with Dallas and shook my head slightly. I wanted to believe Jay was on our side, but would I bank on it? Not yet.
His feelings for me seemed to be genuine, but he'd been with Atlas a lot longer than he knew the rest of us. If push came to shove, where would his loyalty be? I wasn't sure he even knew.
Dallas started to pump his hand in and out of me, pushing the majority of the coherent thought to the side. I let it go and rocked my hips against his hand, making his fingers as wet as my pussy.
"I love the sounds you make when when I'm touching you," he whispered. "You're always so responsive. So gorgeous. Thank you for being mine."
"Thank you for knowing just the right way to touch me," I whispered back.
He always knew just the right places and pressure.
Never too much and never too little. Everything he did, he always watched me for my reaction, giving me more when I liked it and changing if it wasn't quite right.
I'd never known anyone so attentive to my needs.
"I try." He hooked his fingers around and wrapped me from the inside while moving the heel of his hand up and down my clit.
In turn, I worked my hand under the front of his track pants and gripped his cock. He was so hard, thick and throbbing. So ready.
"You have magic hands," he told me.
I stroked my fingers up and down him. "I was going to say the same to you." He had me so close already. Even in this place, he got me going like crazy.
"Let's call it a draw," he said. He rolled his hips, pushing himself into my hand, the head of his cock nudging my palm.
"Deal," I said. I glanced past him to see Jay watching us. The moment I locked my eyes on his, he looked away.
"I'm watching the door," he said quickly.
"I don't mind if you watch us," I said.
He wouldn't be able to do more than give us a quick warning anyway. What would we do then? Probably keep doing exactly what we were doing.
"I'm watching the door," Atlas said. He must have woken in the last few minutes.
I got the impression he knew what was going on, and he wasn't going to try to stop us either.
Good, because I would have ignored him. He liked to be in charge, but not of this.
This was happening whether he wanted it to or not.
I looked back to Dallas, who shrugged and went on working me with his expert fingers. I decided to forget about Atlas and everything else for a while and lose myself here, with his touch.
"Can you come for me?" Dallas asked. He almost seemed to be pleading. Like somehow he wasn't doing his job right if I couldn't come here.
"I can and I will," I said. I half-closed my eyes, keeping them on his face while I let myself go. Letting him drive me closer and closer and over the edge. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
Not because I cared about being overheard, but because I wasn't going to let any of Jones' minions have the pleasure of hearing me come. Especially Jones himself. That was something he'd never get from me, not from watching via a camera and definitely not in person.
I rocked my hips harder, letting the orgasm last for as long as I could before I finally came back down to earth.
"Can I…" Dallas looked tentative, his fingers still deep inside me.
"I want you to," I told him. His fingers were lovely, but I needed to feel his cock inside me.
My body, heart and soul needed it. Okay, the part of me which was rebelling against being locked in here needed it too.
The part of me that was not going to roll over like a lapdog and let Jones rub my belly. I'd sooner bite his hand off.
Although, I wanted no part of him anywhere near my mouth. Or any other part of me for that matter.
Visibly relieved, he slid his fingers out, pressed them to my lips and held them there while I sucked them clean. He watched avidly, as though it was his cock in my mouth. I sucked extra hard, pretending it was, knowing it was getting him going more.
"I taste good," I said.
He leaned over to kiss my mouth before pulling the covers over us and kneeling between my knees.
He pushed himself inside me with uncharacteristically slow movements, easing inside rather than slamming desperately.
He exhaled slowly out his nose before thrusting, just as slow.
Sliding all the way in and pulling all the way back out again. Every movement deliberate and careful.
"I feel like I've always rushed with you," he whispered into my ear.
"Because when I'm inside you, I can't think of anything else.
All I want to do is fuck you until I come, then fuck you again.
But I don't want to rush anymore. I want to enjoy you, to feel you.
Really feel you. I'm sorry if I was in too much of a hurry. " He shook his head, his brow creased.
"I never felt like you were in a hurry," I told him. "I'm flattered I turn you on so much."
There was no right way to fuck, only different ways.
As long as you were attentive to the needs of your partner, and yourself, then anything goes.
He never made me feel neglected or unappreciated.
Exactly the opposite. I liked his enthusiasm.
My pussy liked the attention; it was good for my ego.
What girl doesn't want to feel wanted by someone she loves, whether it be sexual or emotional?
In his case, it was both and I was here for it.
"You do." He thrust slightly faster a couple of times before slowing himself back down again. "I'm sorry," he said again.”
I cupped his cheek with my hand. "Never be sorry for being you.
I wouldn't want you any other way. You're perfect just as you are, okay?
" I raised my eyebrows at him, letting him know I meant what I said and wanted him to not only listen but agree.
He was wonderful guy. I needed him to know that.
I wanted him to see himself the way I saw him.
As a guy who was more than worthy of my love and affection.
Deserving of touching and being touched, embraced, held. Loved.
He managed a smile before giving in to the need to pound more rapidly. Much more like himself. He let out a long breath, like he'd held it in when he held himself back. Now, he gave me everything, driving into me over and over until he went still and came inside me.
As if him letting go triggered something in me, I came again, harder than before, once again pressing my lips together to hold in the sound. My pussy tightened around Dallas' cock, as if we might lock together forever. For those few moments, we were all but fused, two people become one.
Gradually, my muscles relaxed, letting him go again. For now.
"You're so incredible," he said breathlessly. "So amazing."
“No, you," I told him. I caught Jay's eye again. He looked uncomfortable, like he hated to be on the outer with us. Like he was trying to figure out what he could say that would make everything right. He glanced towards Atlas and sagged slightly.
Yeah, nothing was going to be that simple. At least not for a while.
I lay back, my heart gradually slowing, catching my breath.
In the corner of my consciousness, I was aware of movement outside the room. Footsteps and voices drawing closer.
A couple of moments later, the door was unlocked with a click and pushed open.