Pulse

Chapter 17

Dahlia

I wipe the counters and toss the sponge in the sink.

Dinner was simple, yet delicious. We stopped at the village”s small grocery store before returning earlier this afternoon. Troy grilled burgers while I threw some fries into the air fryer. We had a glass of wine and sat outside on the patio, talking and laughing.

It was anything but exciting. It was a run-of-the-mill, everyday experience—and it was so perfect that I’m not sure any day will ever top it. Just as I imagined, the more time we spend together, the more he’s showing his true character. Even though he’ll probably never use an emoji in a text message, and I’ll always want to throttle him at least once a day, he’s so worth it. I’ve seen more hints of his dry humor, thoughtfulness, and the sweet side of his personality that he keeps hidden.

I like the man. I like him a whole lot.

The weather was beautiful after the storms. Troy was the most carefree that I’ve ever seen him. And, despite my concern for Burt and curiosity over the email’s source, I was content.

I haven’t been content in years.

Troy wanted to grab a shower after dinner, and I was happy to spend a bit of time alone. It gave me a few minutes to gather my thoughts and process Ford’s news from earlier in the day. My heart warms when I remember Troy having my back and encouraging our boss to look beyond my dad.

He didn’t have to do that. And it means so much that he did.

I refill our wineglasses, then stop in our bedroom and quickly rinse off. Then I set off to look for my man. I find him on the balcony, lost in thought.

“Hey,” I say, as the breeze ruffles the edge of my pink silk robe. “What are you doing out here all by yourself?”

“Thinking that the only thing better than being out here alone is if I was out here with you.”

I smile, setting our glasses on the small table between the two chairs.

The ocean laps against the beach on the other side of the gate below. The moon hangs high in the sky, the light twinkling off the water. A million stars dot the night and glitter overhead.

“You, Mr. Castelli, are gorgeous,” I say, feathering his short hair with my fingers. He smiles, his perfect white teeth set off by his tanned skin. “I like many things about you, but right now, it’s all superficial.”

He chuckles, taking my hand and tugging me toward him.

A light switches on at the neighbor’s house. Their balcony door opens, and a man’s voice, while muffled, is audible. There’s too much foliage to get a clear shot of the house, but shadows make me think someone else is watching the ocean, too.

I tug the piece of silk that closes my robe. The robe falls open, exposing my naked body beneath.

The air is warm and humid and a sheen of moisture shines on my skin.

Troy grips the backs of my thighs and pulls me to him, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I reach around and rub the back of his neck.

“That feels so good,” I say, as he palms my other breast.

He flicks my nipple with his tongue, sending spikes of pleasure pulsing through my body.

“I think if you did that long enough, I might come,” I say, absorbing every lick and nibble. “One day we’re going to try that.”

He pulls away and grins. “Name the place and time.”

“Not now.” I take a step back and grab my drink. “I have something else I want to do.”

His curiosity is piqued. “Do tell.”

I down half my wine and then motion for him to stand.

He follows my lead, downing half his wine, and then getting to his feet.

I slide my fingers beneath the band of his boxers and shove them over his hips.

“Oh,” he says, kicking them off. “I think I like where this is headed.”

“You will. I promise.”

He chuckles. “I’m standing here naked while another man sits on his balcony, probably clothed, about thirty feet away.”

“I hope he likes what he sees,” I say, confident the man can’t see us. Given the past few days, this should terrify me. But here, with Troy, I know I’m safe. He would absolutely not allow this if there was any danger. Any chance of being seen. It’s partly why I find him so hot.

Troy’s brows pull together as I drop to my knees. Once I’m looking up at him through my lashes, his eyes darken. I take the elastic off my wrist and pull my hair out of my face.

His cock is hard, already ready for me.

“Will you come in my mouth?” I ask. “I want to taste you.”

“My God, Doll. Are you fucking kidding me?”

I giggle and wrap my hand around the base. Holding his gaze, I squeeze my way to the top. A bead of pre-cum dots the head, and I swipe it away with my thumb.

His eyes widen as he watches. His jaw is slack with anticipation.

I wipe my thumb slowly across my bottom lip, leaving a trail of his taste behind. Troy inhales deeply, not missing a beat.

“Remember how I once told you I was getting you right where I wanted you?” I ask.

He nods.

“This is where I wanted you.” I lick the saltiness off my lip and then rise on my knees. “I want to do a good job for you. You have to tell me what you like.”

“I’m not sure there’s a damn thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.”

Granules of sand dust the floor and they dig into my knees, but nothing will deny me this pleasure. I drag the backs of my fingers lightly up Troy’s length, listening to him hiss in response.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he says.

I gaze up at him, flicking the tip of his cock with my tongue. The hunger in his eyes makes me wet. My thighs are coated with my juices—that’s how turned on I am and I’ve barely started.

“I’m so wet right now,” I say, laughing before placing kisses all over him. Some are quick pecks, others are wet, sloppy ones. I mix it up to keep him guessing.

“You’re always wet.”

“Have you seen you?”

He chuckles, the sound cut short by a hiss as I lick my way from his balls to the tip of his cock in one slow, continuous motion. He cups my tits and squeezes them. His cock swells in response.

“Is someone over there?” a voice calls from the distance.

Troy looks over his shoulder as I take him down my throat. He grips the railing to keep himself steady, huffing a breath as he shudders.

“Hello?” the voice calls again. “Is that you, Landry?”

“Hey,” Troy calls, the words tight as I suck my way up, flicking the head, and then slowly take him deep again. “No, this isn’t Lincoln.” He lowers his voice. “Damn you.”

I giggle, grabbing his balls with one hand, and pumping his shaft with the other.

“I’m sorry,” the man says. “Who are you?”

“I’m a part of Lincoln’s security. We’re doing some maintenance over here.”

The sentence ends an octave too high as I suck the head like a lollipop.

“Yeah, yeah,” the neighbor says. “I know Grey. We shoot the shit sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Troy replies, sucking in a breath. “Yeah, that sounds like Grey.”

He grips both sides of my head and holds me in place.

My spit slides down his cock, dripping over my hand and onto my chest. I look up at him, running my tongue over the head, and wait for him to tell me what to do.

“Do you want your little mouth fucked?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Is that what you want?”

I nod slowly, grinning.

Troy winds his fingers through my hair so tightly that I gasp. He thrusts his cock past my lips, and then slides back out.

“Good,” he says softly. “That’s what I like.”

He pushes into my mouth again, holding my head in place.

A breeze whips across the balcony, knocking my robe off my shoulder. I suck my spit as best as I can, but most of it runs down onto my hands as I tug gently on his balls.

He moans as he pumps into my mouth. This time, it goes a little farther, hitting the back of my throat. I gag.

“Come on,” he says, easing but not stopping. “You can take it. I know you can.”

Oh, shit.

I slurp around him, my breaths coming out in short bursts. His gaze is hot as he watches me take him in. It’s the height of arousal, the one thing that makes me needier than anything else—knowing I’m the object of his pleasure.

He presses harder, deeper into my mouth.

“I’m going to come,” he says.

I tug on his balls again, making him groan.

“If you don’t want this in your mouth, tell me now.”

Instead of telling him I don’t want it, I position myself to take even more.

He groans, his cock swelling between my lips as his body begins to shake.

I moan around him, digging my nails into his ass.

“Be ready to swallow, Doll.” He sucks in a breath. “Motherfucker.”

His body tenses and trembles as he shoots his cum down the back of my throat. My eyes burn as I accept it all, unable to pull away.

Not that I want to. This is the best seat in the house.

Troy’s chin is aimed toward the sky, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he strains from the force of his orgasm. It is, without a doubt, the absolute sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

After a final full-body shiver, he slides out of my mouth.

“Damn,” he says, releasing my hair. He chuckles. “I just came so hard I can’t see straight.”

I laugh, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He helps me to my feet.

“Are you still there?” the neighbor shouts.

“I gotta go take care of something,” Troy shouts. “It was nice talking with you.”

“Yeah, you, too. Enjoy your stay.”

Troy grins at me. “I have enjoyed my stay. And now you’re about to enjoy yours.” He scoops me up and hustles me inside.

My stomach clenches as I wonder what he’s going to do. I know what I want him to do.

I pant as he carries me into the room closest to the patio—an office. He flips on a light, surveys the scene, and swipes everything to one side with his forearm.

Holy shit.

“Here you go,” he says, setting me on the desk.

I laugh. “Do you even know whose desk this is?”

“Nope. Don’t care.” He smirks. “But you’re about to come all over it.”

Oh, fuck.

My core tenses as a shot of adrenaline spikes in my veins. Troy lays me back and then drags my ass to the edge of the desk.

The desktop is cool against my skin. I shiver as I look between my knees. How does he seem even more attractive to me right now?

“Tell me what you like,” he says, his eyes blazing. “I need you to feel as good as you just made me feel.”

He spreads my knees to the sides and then extends one leg. His eyes on mine, he plants kisses down the inside of my leg. The closer he gets to my pussy, the slower the kisses become.

“I’m literally so worked up right now that if you touch my clit, I’ll probably die,” I say.

He chuckles against my thigh. “Better not do that yet then.”

“No, you should. Like now.”

I reach to touch myself, but he captures my wrist.

“Don’t.” He blows across my pussy, making me writhe on the desk. “You don’t come until I say you do.”

“How is that fair?’

“It’s not. But that’s the game we’re playing.”

I laugh through my frustration. “Wait until the next time I’m in control of the game and see what happens.”

He licks up my other thigh, making me moan.

“Doll, you’re never in control, but it’s cute that you think you are.”

“Keep talking shit, and you won’t touch my pussy.”

He laughs. “One of us is shit-talking right now. The one dripping all over Lincoln Landry’s desk.”

“I—oh, fuck.”

Troy’s tongue touches the bottom of my slit, making me quiver. He drags the tip of his tongue through my wetness and over my clit.

I sag against the desk. Dammit.

“You’re literally making me crazy,” I say, pouting. “I didn’t torture you. I let you—yes!”

I sigh in relief as he repeats the process with a little more pressure.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, please, please. Don’t stop this time.”

I’m desperate for a release. I need to unwind this ball that’s bound so tightly it hurts.

He licks my pussy but goes nowhere near my clit. The swollen bud aches, craving his attention. But the asshole ignores it like he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

I know that’s a fucking lie.

He dips his tongue inside me, adding a finger at the last minute. I groan in desperation.

“Why do you hate me?” I ask, fake crying.

“I don’t hate you. Do you think I’d bury my face inside someone I hated?”

I run my hands over his head. “I’m not sure. It might be possible.”

He laughs, going back to torturing me.

Troy’s not in a hurry. None of my protests speed him up. In fact, the more I beg, the slower I think he goes.

He licks, and sucks, strumming his fingers inside me like he’s playing an instrument. Each touch, each swipe of his tongue, sends shots of unsatiated need barreling through me.

“I can’t,” I say, my eyes squeezing shut. “I just need to—ah!”

My lungs release air in a steady moan as he licks circles around my clit. Each flick of his tongue over the sensitive spot sends a shock straight into my core.

“Is that better?” he asks, grinning against my flesh. “You’re complaining a hell of a lot less.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Keep it up, and I’ll fuck that, too.”

I don’t tell him that I’m so wound up that I might just let him if he asks.

I shift against the desk, my ass sticking to the wood. The sound of my skin peeling away from the desktop slices through the room.

“Please let me come,” I say, whimpering.

I’m shaking uncontrollably. My legs tremble. I am so close. Almost there.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, sucking my bud into his mouth.

I moan, unable to control the volume. My voice fills the room, rising over the sound of Troy licking my pussy.

He increases the speed of his assault. I’m panting for dear life, barely able to keep my eyes open. I grab his head and pull it into my body, spreading my knees as wide as they’ll go.

Two fingers slide inside me, twisting as he pulls them out.

“Troy …”

His name is a shaky, three-syllable word as I teeter on the edge.

“Look at me,” he says. When I don’t, he stops all movement. “Look at me.”

I breathe, opening my eyes, and they immediately find his.

He smirks, dropping his face to my pussy again, and plunges his fingers deep inside me.

I gasp as he presses his tongue against my clit.

I shriek when he doesn’t stop.

I tremble on his tongue as he gives me what I’ve asked for—and makes me come in his mouth.

“Oh, my God!” I yell, unable to stop myself from shaking. “Fuck you!”

My hips lift, my thighs try to press together, but he refuses to move. The orgasm is too powerful. The strength of the climax is too much.

The room fades away, and I’m unsure if I’m floating or still on the desk. I’m not even sure where he’s touching me anymore. It feels like he’s everywhere.

“I can’t … Troy! I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he says, milking my orgasm for me. “Stop fighting me.”

The intensity begins to wane, and my vision slowly returns. The room isn’t a blur anymore. I go limp.

Troy stands, his face glistening with my cum. He smiles and shakes his head.

“What?” I ask, too tired to even sit up.

“That was the most typical Dahlia thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

I hum, too exhausted to care what he’s talking about.

“You beg me to eat your pussy, then you fight me when it gets good.” He scoops me up in his arms. “That’s such a you thing to do.”

“A me thing to do right now is to take a nap.”

“Let’s clean up together, and then we’ll lie down.”

I run my finger along his jaw, my heart filled with adoration for him. “Sounds like a plan.”

He gives me his new shy smile and carries me away.