Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Everleigh
Elvis Drew - Make Me Feel
I ’d just eaten an egg sandwich and showered when a text lit up my screen. It felt so weird being in this house alone. Every noise seemed to startle me. From the shadows creeping along the walls and in dark corners of the house, to random creaks in the walls and ceilings that made me believe there was another entity in here with me. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to get away from Kash. Being alone after all this time, and on the north side at that, was putting me a little on edge.
I swiped my phone off my bed and looked down at the screen.
Asshole Landlord
I’m outside. Don’t keep me waiting.
My jaw tightened. After the shitty day I had, the last thing I wanted was to put up with his bullshit. I’d forgotten about my visit with him multiple times today, and was partially hoping that he would have forgotten about it himself. But luck was never on my side it seemed. I sucked in a deep breath before typing out a response, my fingers shaking the entire time.
Everleigh
I’ve had a really shitty day. Can we do a raincheck?
No.
A growl of frustration slipped past my lips, and I chucked my phone at the mattress. Fuck him. My breath came out uneven, and I stomped across my room to find my bag. It was lying on the floor near my door, and a part of me hoped that the outfit he'd gotten me was in shreds by some miracle. I didn’t know how that would be possible. Maybe some asshole decided to rip it up for me out of jealousy. It was far-fetched at best, but it was an appealing thought.
I unzipped the bag, and retrieved the box from within it, popping off the lid. Disgust trickled through me as I lifted the lace from its enclosure, my gaze skimming over it slowly.
It was gorgeous, just not something I’d choose for myself—or for this occasion. Then again, I’d never been big on lingerie in general. Amber bought me some pieces that I still haven’t worn, and it made me feel a little bit guilty. I’d much rather wear a basic push-up bra with a matching thong or cheeky panties. Not all this extra bullshit that was too much of a pain in the ass to put on just for it to be discarded within minutes.
The lingerie appeared to be a three-piece set. The top came down, stopping right above the belly button and was strapless. The bottoms were more my style—representing what appeared to be cheeky-panties. The outfit was see-through, but the black coloring of the material offered some closure, if not much. Last but not least, was a black, velvet choker.
I inhaled deeply before stripping out of my clothes and getting changed. To my surprise, the clothing fit me quite well, and pushed my boobs practically to my chin, making them look a hell of a lot bigger than they were.
Fucking perv.
Once dressed, I grabbed a black, silk robe from my closet and secured it around me and slipped my feet into some matching wedges. Nervous energy prickled along my skin when I realized I’d have to go outside looking like this. He was an asshole, but surely, he wouldn’t make me dress this way in a public setting, right?
I crossed my room again and grabbed my phone, hurriedly sending him another text.
Everleigh
Can I wear normal clothes and just change wherever we’re going?
Asshole Landlord
No.
I clamped my eyes shut for a moment, willing myself to calm down. Rage was simmering beneath the surface of my skin, and I was half tempted to tell him to shove it. It wasn’t like I needed this house anymore. Tate, Emma, and apparently even Briley, weren’t staying here any longer. My mom was gone. There wasn’t really anything left for me here. I blew out a breath. But there was still the possibility that we’d need this place, at least until I could secure one under my name, and had a steady stream of income.
I made my way down the hall to the bathroom and fixed my makeup. My hair was a mess from my shower and was still kind of damp, so I just ran a brush through it a few times and called it good. By the time we got to wherever the hell it was we were going, my hair would most likely be dry.
I grabbed my phone, tucking it in the pocket of my thin robe before making a beeline for the front door. My heart hammered wildly beneath my ribcage, unease trickling through my veins. The mere thought of what I was about to do had my stomach curling into knots. This wasn’t me. I didn’t sleep with people for materialistic items. But I didn’t have another option if I wanted to keep my house.
Once I made it outside, the cold air bit into my skin, making me shiver. A pair of headlights illuminated the driveway, bleeding across the overgrown yard. It wasn’t until I got closer to the vehicle that I realized it was a fucking Lamborghini. A dark blue one at that with black rims. He could afford this , but couldn’t cut me any slack when it came to rent?
I jerked the passenger side door open and ducked to get in, pulling it closed behind me. He had the seat warmers on, which was a plus given the chilly weather. Dallas’s gaze roamed over me, that same bland look on his face that grated on my damn nerves.
“What?” I snapped. “Something wrong?”
His lips twitched ever so slightly that I could have imagined it happening at all. “Your hair. You could have done something with that.”
I scowled at him, annoyance punching through me. “This isn’t a date D-hole, and I told you I had a shitty day. If you wanted me to look more presentable, you should have given me that raincheck.”
This time, he opted to ignore me and peeled out of my driveway and onto the road. The drive was awkward and silent. Trees blurred by us as we moved at a speed that I’m sure was illegal. Either he was taking advantage of his fast vehicle, or he was in a hurry to get me alone.
My eyes fluttered closed the longer it took. Exhaustion seeped into every inch of my body. I wasn’t in the mood for this shit, and especially not with a stranger who made it his mission to be an asshole any chance he was given.
I must have ended up dozing off because when I opened my eyes, my head was discombobulated, and it took me a while to piece together where I was, or what was happening. Slowly, things started coming into focus. An arm was beneath my legs while another arm supported my upper body, carrying me bridal style. My heart lurched into my throat, and I frantically looked around. There was nothing but trees surrounding this place and a large wooden cabin sitting off in the distance with a porch light on. As beautiful as it looked on the outside, it also looked like a good place to be murdered.
I tensed up in his arms, my breath coming out quick and shallow.
“Relax,” he instructed. But it wasn’t comforting at all. In fact, he sounded annoyed by my inconvenient freak out.
“Fuck you,” I hissed.
He huffed a laugh—a laugh that I’ve never heard from him before. He was always so serious and dickish, acting like he had a stick permanently lodged up his ass. “That’s why you’re here.”
It took a moment for me to understand what he meant by that, but when it seeped into my mind, annoyance flooded my system again. His light blue eyes glistened as we approached the cabin, and I never noticed how intriguing they were until now.
When we reached the door, he set me on my feet. My knees were weak from the lack of use, and it made me wonder how long we’d been in the car for.
“Is this your house?” I asked as he worked to unlock the front door.
“No,” he replied simply.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed that he was being vague as hell and had no interest in helping me calm my nerves. The door finally creaked open, revealing a thick coat of darkness. Dallas led the way inside and flicked on the light, my lips parting in amazement as I took in the living room. It was much larger than I expected, with wooden floors, an open floor plan, and large floor to ceiling windows in the back near the kitchen area. A center island separated the living room from the kitchen and had a dining room off to the right with an average-size circular table.
There was a TV mounted above the fireplace, and a large leather sofa seated near the back. It was brown, much like the majority of the cabin seemed to be, but it fit.
Dallas closed the door behind him and moved to stand beside me. “Go into the bedroom, take off your robe, and lay on the bed. You’ll wait for me there.” He pointed to a hallway on the left side of the building. “Last door on your left.”
A lump formed in the back of my throat, my skin heating at how humiliating this felt. I was nothing but a whore—someone for him to sink his dick into whenever he felt like it.
“Why?” I asked, partially stalling, and partially because I knew he could get any girl he wanted without having to go to these lengths.
A crease formed between his brows. “Why what?”
“Why do this ?” I waved a hand around the room for emphasis. “You could easily get anyone you wanted. It doesn’t make sense.”
“No?” He cocked his head to the side and took a step forward, invading my personal space. His spicy cologne filled the air around him, adding to the rich boy persona he had going on. I shook my head. “I work a lot. There’s not much time for me to build and form relationships. Our agreement is simple. I owe you nothing aside from what I promised, and you just owe me your body.”
I suppose that made sense, but it didn’t make me feel any better. I jerked my head in a nod of understanding and turned on my heels, knowing he wasn’t going to let me stall for much longer.
The hallway was dark and narrow with a few doors littering either side. My hands felt clammy with sweat as my nerves got the better of me. I pushed through the door he’d insisted on, and stumbled into the darkness. I reached out, feeling along the wall until I managed to find the light switch and flicked it on.
A large bed was positioned near the center of the room—a bed that didn’t look like it had been slept in. Everything was clean and well put together, not a piece of dust. As far as bedrooms went, this one was pretty standard. There was a closet with two doors near the end of the room, and nothing else.
I sucked in a deep breath and pulled the door shut behind me. It only took a few long strides for me to reach the bed. I untied my robe and draped it over the foot board before crawling onto the mattress. It was softer than expected, making my exhaustion that much more potent. I rolled onto my back, directing my gaze to the ceiling. The lighting was bright, causing me to wince, so I opted to close my eyes instead. Sleep was already on the verge of pulling me under, but this was a foreign place with a foreign man. That thought ensured I stayed awake.
It didn’t take too long for Dallas to emerge. I was kind of enjoying the silence without his company. He closed the door shut behind him and held a glass of what appeared to be wine in either hand. His gaze raked over my body in a slow, deliberate manner. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this exposed. I’d always known he was an asshole, but I didn’t take him for a creep, too.
“Drink this.” He offered me a glass.
I shoved myself into a sitting position, crossing my legs before me and accepted the drink. I peered down at the white contents with uncertainty. “How do I know you didn’t put something in this?” I challenged.
He scoffed, like my question was absurd. “I assure you, if I had any intention of drugging you, you’d do it of your own accord with a smile on your face.”
Delusional motherfucker. I didn’t trust him one bit, but if he had any intention of drugging me, I doubt he would have gone through all this work. I brought the drink to my lips, letting the cold, sweet substance travel down my throat. It tasted much better than expected, so I took a larger drink next.
Silence wrapped around us like a comfortable blanket while we finished off our drinks, the alcohol already helping to calm my nerves. Warmth spread through my body from the aftereffects, and I leaned forward to place the empty glass on the side table.
Dallas placed his empty glass down on the dresser, and walked over to his closet, pulling the doors open while he rummaged inside. After a few moments, he returned with a large black box clutched between his hands. It looked similar to the one he had sent me at school, but this one was bigger and didn’t have a bow on top. He closed the doors and headed toward the bed again.
“What’s that?” I asked skeptically.
He ignored me like usual and placed the box on the foot of the mattress before removing the lid. Reaching inside, he pulled out something that looked a lot like rope.
My heart jumped into my throat. “Dallas…what are you planning on doing with that?” So much for vanilla sex. Nervous energy prickled along my skin, sending my mind on high alert despite my previous exhaustion.
He rounded the bedside with the rope in hand and placed it next to me before reaching to tug off my shoes. He dropped them to the floor and started undoing his dress-pants. He was still in the suit he always wore, and I almost laughed at the fact that he couldn’t seem to go anywhere without it.
I wish he’d talk to me or something . Anything to calm my nerves. But no. He was just as much an asshole about this than anything else.
He pushed his pants down his legs after removing his shoes, revealing a pair of navy-blue boxers. He wasn’t hard, yet. But that wasn’t surprising. Next, he worked on unbuttoning his blazer and stripping out of the white shirt beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at his mostly naked form. He was lean and toned with lightly baked skin and the ripples in his abs had my body doing things I didn’t even want to admit. He was absolutely stunning. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, I watched in anticipation as he shoved those down, too and stepped out of them.
His dick was long with a decent amount of girth, even soft. I just hoped that for my sake, he wasn’t a grower.
“Come here, Everleigh.” He motioned to the edge of the bed, and I reluctantly obeyed, positioning myself on the side of the mattress. The bed was low enough that it left me at eye-level with his cock. My heart was thudding rapidly in my chest, unease coiling within my stomach at the knowledge that there was no way out of this. “Make me hard.”
With a shaky hand, I gripped the base of him and lowered my lips to the head. My tongue slipped free, grazing over his crown. He was soft and warm between my fingers, and I slowly started pumping him up and down before wrapping my lips around him. He shuddered instantly, and it was easy to guess that he liked what I was doing. My cheeks hollowed out and I sucked more of him in, taking him all the way, which wasn’t that easy considering he wasn’t small. Dallas reached forward, winding his hands through my hair, and urging me to start moving. My tongue licked the underside of his throbbing cock, making it twitch within my mouth. It didn’t take much for him to harden, and when he did, he tightened his grip in my hair and jerked my head backwards, causing me to release him with a pop.
“I have rules,” he said suddenly, seeming a little more out of sorts than usual. Maybe he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed moments before.
“Rules?” I repeated.
I didn’t know why that surprised me. He was a businessman, and apparently sex wasn’t an exception.
He jerked his head in a nod. “No kissing on the mouth. It’s too intimate for me, and this is nothing but a transaction. We won’t have sex without a condom, you do everything I say, when I say it, and this stays between us.”
I balked at him, trying to process everything he just said. The condom rule was the only one I really agreed to. Same for the kissing one. I didn’t want his mouth on mine regardless of how hot he was. But the one about doing everything he said was a bit extreme in my opinion. Maybe I just didn’t like how casual he was making this sound—like I was a common whore, and he held the cards, something he wanted to make sure I remembered.
“Got it,” I bit out.
A small smile touched his lips. “Good. Now lay back on the bed.”
I fought the urge to flip him off and repositioned myself on the mattress so that I was in the center of the bed. My head hit the pillow, and I glanced up at the ceiling, hoping that this would be done and over with relatively fast.
Dallas grabbed the rope and crawled onto the bed alongside me. “Roll on your side with your back facing me,” he instructed.
I obeyed like the obedient little bitch I was. This just made me hate him ten times more than I did. He was an asshole, and this solidified that. He grabbed my arms, jerking them behind me. My shoulders ached for a moment from the awkward position as he started winding the thick rope around my wrists and up my forearms. He was very thorough in making sure I couldn’t get a hand free. Hell, I could barely move them once he secured the rope and tightened it. When he was satisfied, he placed a hand on my hip and helped me on my back again, with my arms crushed beneath me. The mattress was soft enough that it didn’t hurt as badly as it would have otherwise.
He positioned himself between my legs, assessing my body again with his piercing blue eyes. He brought a hand on the inside of my thigh, trailing his fingers along the sensitive skin there. A tremor pulsed through my body from his electric touch alone and the quirk of his lips told me that he noticed it. Bastard.
Dallas leaned down and removed his hand, pressing his mouth there instead. His tongue jutted out, sliding across the inside of my leg. My breathing picked up again, and for a moment, just a moment , I thought that this might not be the worst deal in the world. He kissed his way up my thigh until he reached my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tore them down my legs, discarding them on the floor.
Instinctively, I shifted away from him, not wanting to look so vulnerable to him. Not wanting him to see me down there. But he snapped his hands out, placing one on either thigh.
“Don’t make me tie your legs up, too,” he warned.
I froze, knowing damn well that he’d follow through on that promise if I refused to listen. Why couldn’t he just be like a normal dude? The kind that just took what they wanted and left it at that. There was no need for all this build-up and anticipation. Dallas reached forward, sliding his fingers down my slit.
“Wet,” he acknowledged out loud. “But not enough.”
He pushed my thighs further apart and lowered his mouth to my pussy. His hot breath fanned against my nerves, causing me to tremble with unwanted desire. He flicked his tongue where my lips connected and I bit down on my lower lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal reaction. He licked me again before pressing his mouth over it entirely, his tongue flicking over my clit. My body came to life instantly, spasming beneath him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It felt good. Too good.
Dallas moved his hands to my thighs, gripping them firmly while he added more pressure with his mouth. His tongue circled around my clit a few times before he plunged it in my hole, causing a yelp to tumble from my lips at the unexpected pleasure of it. My body started reacting of its own accord and my hips bucked to meet his mouth. He groaned against me, the sound sending vibrations through my core.
I didn’t want this. Right? I’d just been thinking about how much I wanted to get this over with. But I couldn’t deny how good it felt. Electricity shot through my abdomen with every stroke of his tongue inside me, and even more so when he returned his attention to my clit. Jolts of pleasure coursed through my body in waves, making me cry out unwillingly. His grip tightened around my thighs, and he jerked me toward his mouth repeatedly. I knew I had to be wet by now, but he didn’t seem to be keen on stopping. And surprisingly, I was okay with that.
He dropped a hand between my legs and plunged a finger inside of me in one fluid motion. A gasp fled from my lips and my back arched off the mattress as he pumped it in and out while lapping at my clit simultaneously.
My thighs tightened as the pleasure grew within me, and I knew I was close. When he added a second finger, a moan tore from my mouth and this seemed to spur him on. He started pumping his fingers faster and then hooked them upwards. A full-body shudder rolled through me, followed by incoherent curses and words. My legs began to shake, causing jolts of electricity to attack my core and then I was shattering. Wave after wave of ecstasy moved through my body until I was completely sated.
Finally, he removed his fingers and mouth, easing back on the bed. My juices coated his clean-shaven face and seeing him like this without any clothes and with heat pooling in his eyes, it made him look closer to my age. My chest was rising and falling from the intense orgasm I’d just had and one glance at his dick, showed me that he was painfully hard.
Dallas leaned forward, taking the zipper of my top that was located between my breasts and tugged it down. He jerked on the material beneath me, unraveling it from my body completely. My nipples pebbled under the cool air, and I squirmed from the intense look in his eyes.
He leaned over, reaching for the nightstand located beside the bed and fished around in the top drawer. He unwrapped the condom and slid it on his dick before positioning himself between my thighs better.
Panic settled in with the knowledge of what was about to happen. I knew what this was from the beginning, but now it was extremely real. “Dallas,” I forced out. “I don’t know if?—”
My sentence was cut short as he entered me, my words turning into a sharp gasp instead. He braced himself, one of his forearms on either side of me, and started sliding in more deeply until he filled me completely. My walls sucked him in, stretching around him until he was fully seated.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I hated to admit it, but it was a huge turn on seeing him react to my body when he always seemed emotionless and robotic. It meant that he was human and could feel things. I think that might have been the first time he’s ever cursed around me, too. He was always so…professional and put together.
He rolled his hips before pulling back and drilled into me again. A whimper escaped my defenses, and a strand of his usually kempt hair fell forward. If it bothered him, he showed no sign of it. Assuming he even noticed that it was out of place. He seemed like the kind of guy that would fuck in front of a mirror to make sure his appearance was always in check. The thought almost had a laugh bubbling out of me, but it was short-lived when he slammed his hips against mine. A moan threatened to break free, but I choked it down this time.
“Don’t be afraid to make noises,” he told me. “It’s natural.” Despite his appearance, his voice was oddly calm.
I scowled up at him. “I’m not afraid,” I lied. “Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are.”
Something flashed across his face, and I realized too late that it was the wrong thing to say. He moved an arm beneath my upper body and fisted his fingers through my hair in a firm grip before picking up the pacing and depth of his thrusts. My scalp burned, but not in a bad way. This time, a moan did fly from my lips, causing him to smirk in response. Cocky asshole.
The sound of his flesh hitting mine filled the room, making this a lot sexier than it should be. The juices coating his cock as he moved in and out of me also echoed around the room. He grunted, lowering his chest to mine. The warmth of his skin only turned me on, and I could feel the sweat already beginning to form on his rock-hard body.
This might have just been the stress-reliever I needed after a day like the one I had. I’d half-expected the sex to be boring and unsatisfying. It was safe to say, he didn’t disappoint. My legs wound around his hips, and I used my heels to urge him deeper. He dropped his lips to the crook of my neck, allowing his tongue to slide over the sensitive flesh. With him this close to me, I could hear his frantic breathing as he drove in and out of me in rapid succession.
“You feel better than I expected,” he admitted.
I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to piss me off or feed my ego. Why would he want to have sex with me if he thought that I wouldn’t satisfy him? Maybe he automatically assumed I was some kind of whore, which would make him ignorant and an asshole. The number of times a woman had sex had nothing to do with how tight they were. If that was the case, any woman who had children would be a gaping hole.
“Same,” I choked out through pants.
I wiggled my fingers beneath me, desperately wishing he hadn’t tied me up like this. As hot as it was, I wanted to scrape my nails down his back and feel him react to it. He pulled out of me suddenly and gripped me by the hips. Confusion slammed through my system, but realization quickly dawned on me when he rolled me on my stomach and lifted my hips in the air. He parted my legs before lining himself at my entrance and then slammed into me with a tight grip on my waist. The new position sent him deeper inside of me and with the ferocity of his movements, it felt like the breath had left me. My face was crushed into the mattress due to not having my arms available to me and I squirmed against him, trying to keep myself upright.
Dallas released a low groan, his breathing frantic and uneven. I hated him. I especially hated him for making this feel so damn good when I’d rather kick him in the balls and bring him pain. He reached beneath me, seating himself all the way in with the new movement. His hand toyed with one of my breasts and he pinched my nipple between his fingers. A gasp fluttered past my lips and the sensation had me tightening around him. He was probably going to ruin sex for me after this. Jameson was amazing, but it had been more of an emotional, desperate fuck. My encounter with Ashton had been unexpected and on a whim with my back pressed against a hard tree. I knew he could make me feel just as good as this from past experiences, but those memories were vague.
Dallas retracted his hand and brought it down on my ass, causing me to jerk forward in surprise.
Embarrassing whimpers fled from me, and I found myself pushing my hips back as much as I could without having access to my arms.
“Christ,” he forced out. He slammed into me over and over again, causing pressure to build in my lower stomach.
I cried out as his balls slapped against my pussy with each thrust, the sensation becoming overwhelming. With one hand on my hip to hold me in place, he took the other one and placed a finger to my back entrance.
Panic slammed into me. “Dallas,” I warned, but it came out as more of a moan than anything. He ignored me, circling my hole with one of his fingers before inching it inside. The feeling was uncomfortable, but my juices had slid down my ass while in missionary, making it wet enough. He eased it in, inch by inch until I was pulsing around him from both ends.
“One day,” he grunted, driving himself into me again. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass.”
My breath caught in my throat at that declaration, but I was in no position to argue with him right now. He continued his descent with his finger until he was buried to the knuckle. Slowly, he started pumping it in and out, tearing another series of moans from my throat. I felt full enough between his cock and finger alone, the thought of him fucking my ass like this was a terrifying one.
In a few more pumps, heat was shooting though my core, making me shatter around him. A scream clawed its way up my throat as I came, my body convulsing from the overwhelming pleasure. My juices started dripping down my thighs and probably onto the comforter beneath us. He didn’t seem to mind it, though. He didn’t slow down until he was coming into the condom. My senses were so heightened down there that I could feel the warm liquid filling the condom. I shuddered, my muscles going slack as I worked to catch my breath. He stayed seated in me for a few moments before he pulled out of me, the cold air hitting the most sensitive parts of my body.
Instead of immediately climbing off the bed to discard the used rubber, his lips met my core from behind, and I gasped out in alarm. His tongue slid over my aching center, lapping up all the excess juice I’d spilled. He trailed his tongue from my pussy to my asshole, dipping his tongue inside a few times before reaching forward to undo the ropes around my arms. As soon as my hands were free, I fell onto my stomach.
The bed dipped beneath his weight as he stood and walked across the room to dispose of the condom in the trash. Sweat coated my body, my hair in disarray as I lay there, working to calm my racing heart.
“Next time, I’ll have you ride me,” he commented through ragged breaths of his own.
Next time…
There would be a next time.
Maybe a fuckbuddy wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, after all. Not if he made me feel like that .