Chapter 24 – Paloma
He smiles down at me and with his next move, feeds an inch of himself into my still overly sensitive, slick pussy before pushing the rest of the way inside with a single firm thrust.
“Damn,” he groans, resting for a moment before pulling out entirely then pressing back in again. “I always wondered how this would feel. You feel better than I imagined.”
“Dallas...” I groan, as he pulls out again, picking up speed, pinning me over and over again with his rod, the ease of my last orgasm lubricating each of his forceful movements.
“You’re taking me so good. We fit together so perfectly.”
I nod my head, feeling a dampness fall on my cheek. I reach up to touch it and realize, I’m fucking crying.
It’s not pain, nor sadness that I’m feeling.
It’s an overwhelming sense of knowing that I never want to do this with anyone else ever again.
Sure, I’d slept with plenty of different men before Dallas.
I was a young woman with a successful rock star career who traveled the world for a living.
But all of those encounters had been just sex.
They’d felt like a semi-colon, a break in my chaotic lifestyle for some enjoyment.
They’d never felt like a period. Like a punctuation mark indicating an end.
But with Dallas, this felt like the beginning of the end for my heart. And I knew it was way too soon to be feeling this way, but I could sense that Dallas was feeling it too.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes catching mine again, “Your eyes stay on me when I release my seed at the opening of your womb, Paloma.”
Fuck me if that isn’t the sexiest sentence I’ve ever heard.
I nod my head and keep my eyes locked on his. His fingers find my clit again, back, and forth, back, and forth with soft, gentle circles. I wrap my legs around his waist, angling my hips upward to give him an even deeper reach as he watches himself disappear inside of me.
“I need to come,” I moan.
“Come all over my cock, Paloma. Squeeze me with that tight pussy.”
And with that I release. My body shudders and shakes, clamping down tightly around him as he responds to my orgasm in a loud groan, releasing a warm stream of him deep inside of me as promised.
When we finally catch our breath, he gently pulls out and moves to the bathroom off of his room, returning with a warm towel to wipe carefully between my legs before wrapping the blankets around us and holding me against his chest.
"You’re incredible,” he shares. We lay in peaceful silence, my back to his firm chest as he cradles my neck in the curve of his right arm. "I want to know everything about who you’ve become. I feel like I’ve missed out on a chunk of your life, and I’d like to make up for that now."
I nod my head. "I feel the same way."
“Based on what you shared in the elevator, I take it that you never found your birth mom?” He gently traces his finger tips up each divot of my spine as if he’s counting the spaces to my neck.
When he reaches it, his hands rest there before moving to my hair and tugging gently, guiding my face back to look at him.
His mouth covers mine as he kisses me passionately, our tongues intertwining again.
“Sadly, no. A sliver of me always hoped that it was her who was writing to me instead of you but then, the more our friendship grew, I realized I was thankful that I'd reached you instead.”
He nods, “Selfishly, I'm glad it was me you got too.”
He kisses my temple, then back to my neck, his eyes following my every movement. His hands then slide down to intertwine with mine, gently turning my whole body until it’s plastered against his chest.
“When do you have to return to Los Angeles?”
Damn, cutting right to the chase, no point in prolonging the inevitable.
“Tomorrow.”
He nods. If he feels any type of way about my departure, he doesn’t immediately show it.
“Come on then,” he suddenly shifts his body weight off the bed, still completely naked with his cock half-way hard dangling between his legs, “I want to show you something.”
“Naked?” I ask, slowly swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
He nods, “You said you used to party in this house when you were younger but if you’ve never been in the master bedroom, I bet you don’t know about the secret opening to the roof.”
“What?”
He smiles and reaches down, quickly snapping the sheet that’s covering my body so that I’m left exposed and grabs a thicker, fleece blanket from the foot of the bed before tugging me along with him.
“Let’s go.”
Over to the master bedroom closet I follow him, admiring the view of his toned butt cheeks and the way they move with every strong step.
Once we’re inside he reaches overhead to tug on a single piece of rope that’s dangling from the ceiling.
When he pulls on it, it opens up a rectangular cut out of the roof and an expandable ladder drops down.
“What’s this?”
He smiles, “Follow me.”
When we climb to the top, the entire flat, skyline of Golden Farm comes into view, stretching out all around us like a comforting blanket. It’s much cooler now, the sky a clear, November night full of stars that stretch on for miles.
Dallas tosses one sheet down to cover the roof top then pulls the fleece blanket over top his naked form and pats at the spot next to him.
“Your nipples are nice and pointy out here. Come here so I can suck on them the way I want to.”
I smile and sit down next to him, laying back on the sheet as he cocoons his warm body all around me while we stare up at the stars above us.
“I think I could lay with you forever while admiring this view.”
“I think I’d like that,” he responds.
His fingers gently flutter between my thighs as he presses them inside of me again. I can feel the slosh of his cum from before still there as he pumps in and out.
“Mmm…” he hums, “I like feeling myself dripping out of you like this.”
I roll towards him, flipping on top of him and straddling his hips then scooting downward until my mouth is hovering over the thick width of his crown.
I know I can’t take him all, but I want to try.
He leans up on his elbows, watching my tongue spike out and dip into the slit, tasting his saltiness.
"Fuck me..."
I drag my tongue underneath his full length before forming a seal over the top of his swollen head and then suck downward. I only make it about two inches before gagging and pulling back.
"You're doing so well, baby, try to swallow me in that pretty mouth," he murmurs, resting back and threading his fingers through my hair as I make another attempt, this time making it further.
"You can fit it all. You’re handling me so well. Hum one of your songs against my cock while you take me. I want to hear one you’ve written. Finish me off."
I move downward again, pumping with my fists on the part of his shaft that I can’t swallow while forcing my way further and humming one of my favorite songs.
Tears prick at my eyes as I push through until I feel his cock stiffen and tense then jerk as he releases with a loud groan his hot come down my throat.
I suck his shaft clean, swallowing until he softens in my mouth and lets out a loud sigh.
“Come here and let me hold you,” he reaches for my arms and pulls me onto his chest where he strokes my hair tenderly.
“What song was that?”
“One of the first songs I’ve ever written. It’s a song about a guy who broke my heart.”
“Better not have been me.”
I smile and shake my head. “Definitely not about you.”
“Did you ever write any songs about me?”
I have to think for a moment, but after running through my catalog I realize, I really hadn’t. “No, I think that would have been too painful to sing every night on tour. Giving the band a name that had to do with you was bad enough.”
He chuckles and kisses the top of my head, “I’m glad you didn’t write me any songs. I already feel like a dick for not responding to your last letters. I didn’t deserve a song.”
“Will you tell me about your time spent with the Marines?” I ask.
Two hours later, I feel like I’ve received a complete history of everything Dallas was up to during the eight years where we didn’t communicate. I’ve also shared a bit about my own journey—recording music, writing songs, attending award shows, and touring the world with my band.
Those early years in my singing career were chaotic, and I'm not proud of all the choices I made during that time, especially when it came to the men I was involved with, which probably explains why I've avoided relationships entirely for the past year. Dallas, though, takes everything I share in stride. He doesn’t press for details around my exes or let on if he’s ever googled anything about my past; he just listens intently, his eyes never leaving mine as I share.
After he fucks me again, this time on all fours while on top of the roof, we’re both sexually satiated and freezing cold from the night chill. We finally retreat back down to his bedroom, tucked in snuggling in his sheets while I drift off to sleep.
My phone pings from the bedside table, casting a glow in the dark bedroom and startling me awake. My heart sinks. I know the only person who would be texting me right now is probably Bex, my manager, who’s likely confirming my travel arrangements for tomorrow evening.
Bex: Flight B87 at 5. Please make sure you’re on it for your trip back to Los Angeles. Don’t forget you have a concert there at 8 tomorrow night.
Dove: Don’t worry, I will be.
Bex: Oh, and Devin quit.
Dove: Fuck.
Bex: I know. That means we’re down one personal bodyguard and it’s LA. One of your largest venues.
I tap my finger pensively against the illuminated screen as I listen to Dallas’ breathing gently next to me. He’d never ask me what could be so important that I’m interrupting our peaceful moment together, but I know he’s waiting for me to put my phone down so that he can hold me again.
“Hey,” I turn in the bed until we’re face-to-face, feeling kind of silly but also bold and sexy in that just been fucked by the boy you’ve had a crush on for forever kind of way. “I don’t know what this is.”
Dallas’ brows knit together, “I think it’s when two friends finally get together and realize they were always meant for more than just a friendship.”
My heart stutters at his words. Sure, I feel the same way, but I wasn’t expecting him to be so forward.
“Does that scare you?” he asks.
“No… I mean, I don’t think so.”
He watches me silently as I replay them over in my thoughts. I can feel my head urge me to be cautious and guarded but my heart is racing forward into how we can possibly make this work.
We don’t live in the same city, let alone state.
My career is demanding and requires me to constantly be traveling.
How could this ever work?
“I have a crazy idea that includes me not going back to LA without you.”
His grip loosens on my hips as his brows rise.
“Hm?”
“I need a temporary bodyguard for my concert that’s tomorrow night in LA.
I’m on tour for the next six weeks. If you can help me out with covering tomorrow night’s show, and you decide you don’t like it, you can leave, and hopefully, my manager will have a replacement for my next concert.
But if you enjoy it and want to stay on the road with me, maybe we could use the next six weeks to reconnect? ”
He's quiet for only a moment before nodding his head. “Tell your manager to book me a seat on your flight. I’ll ask Wylie to cover the farm while I’m gone.”