Chapter 34 #2
“You could show Hadley your old room, Dustin.”
I sprang away from him and met his dad’s grin with a guilty look. “Sorry.”
“Show her your trophies or . . . maybe the rest of the house.” He left us, and I knew I was going to die of embarrassment.
“You want to come polish my trophy in my room?” Dustin asked, running his lips over my jawline.
“That is not what he said,” I said with a laugh.
“I know, but that’s what I’m asking.” His lips were at my ear. “I can’t stop thinking about how close I was to your lips that night. You know how many times I’ve looked at that picture, wishing I hadn’t pulled you to your feet?”
I licked my lips as I looked up at him. “Really?”
Dustin took my hand. “Come upstairs with me, babe, I’ll show you what I mean.”
I let him lead me upstairs. We passed Naya’s room, her door was half open, and I could hear her telling whoever was on the phone that my hair was incredible. I shared a look with Dustin, who just rolled his eyes.
In his room, Dustin closed the door, and his mouth was on mine immediately. “I want you so fucking bad, Peterson,” he growled into my mouth. “Watching you all afternoon, my dick’s been like a rock, I just wanted to bend you over and fuck you, right there in the dining room.”
“I didn’t think your mom’s roast beef was that good.” I yelped when he slapped my ass.
“Jemima Slater’s roast beef is the best there is.”
He was absolutely serious.
He stepped back. “Get on your knees and apologize.”
Something low in my stomach tightened at the command.
“Your family is downstairs.”
His hand was in my hair, pulling me to his body, his lips a breath from mine. “Get on your knees and apologize.”
Damn him. That look in his eye, dark and hungry, the command in his voice. I sank to my knees.
It was worth it for the groan he made.
Dustin’s fingers trailed along my jaw. “Open.”
I did.
His fingers pushed in, and I sucked the tips of his fingers.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I watched as he undid his belt, popped the button on his slacks, and then pulled down his zipper. Dustin bent down to speak in my ear.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, then tonight when I get you home, I’m going to fuck it again.” He gave me a wet, dirty kiss. “Open your mouth.”
He pulled his cock out, the skin slightly darker than the rest of him; he was clean-shaven. I had a moment of worry that I’d disappoint him, and then he was pushing inside, and I closed my eyes as I tasted him for the first time.
“Oh fuck, Hadley,” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
I pulled my head back slightly, my mouth covering his tip, and my tongue flicked against the head.
I looked up and met his eyes. I almost orgasmed just at the sight of his lust alone.
I pushed his slacks over his hips, freeing him, giving myself more room, and then I sucked him softly back inside my mouth.
“Fuck.”
My head bobbed back and forth on his cock, my hand at the base moving up and down in the same motion as my head.
I didn’t rush, and he didn’t push for more.
I cupped his balls, gently, rolling them.
One of his hands lifted from my shoulder to tangle in my hair.
Still, he didn’t force me to take more or go faster.
I had complete control.
I opened my mouth wider, letting him sink in farther.
He hit the back of my throat, and I whimpered with need.
It broke his control. His hips flexed, and he pushed harder, and I took him.
As I swallowed, more of his length entered my mouth.
I kept bobbing my head and jerking his base, and he kept thrusting.
“Oh, you good fucking girl,” he breathed.
His head tipped back. “Fuck, Hadley, I’m going to come.
” He moved to step back. My hand snapped to his tight ass, and I pulled him into my mouth, my intent to swallow clear.
“Oh fuck . . .” Both hands were in my hair now, twisting, tightening, holding me. “Fuck, here it comes.”
His growl was deep and guttural, and my pussy was so fucking wet, I was worried I’d have a damp patch. I swallowed all he had to give, and when he was done, we were both breathless.
Dustin stepped back. He looked wrecked and horny at the same time.
“Up,” he commanded. He helped me up, turned me, and bent me over his bed. He unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. “Get on the bed.”
I got on, he pulled off my pants, lifted my hips, and then his mouth was on me. Licking, sucking, hungrily devouring me. His finger slid inside, and I bit my arm to hold back my moan.
“I can’t fuck you the way I need to fuck you,” he told me quickly, between licks. “But I need to feel you coming on my tongue or I’m going to go crazy knowing how wet and needy this pussy is without me filling it.”
I wasn’t capable of words. Somehow, he moved us, and I was straddling his head, his face turned up toward me.
“Sit on my face and take what you need.”
I did as I was told.
It was fast, it was hurried, and it didn’t slake my thirst for him at all.
His family was downstairs drinking coffee and waiting for us. He’d kissed me in the car when nobody was watching. He’d held my hand on the way in.
This wasn’t just sex. When had it stopped being just sex?
I was beginning to wonder if my need for him would ever fade, and the way he looked at me made me think he might be asking himself the same question.