Chapter 21 #2
Maybe it’s wild that I don’t want him to stop.
It’s probably reckless because how do I know that he won’t change his mind.
Either way, I don’t want him to slow anything down.
Even if we should because we’ve never done anything more than kissing, somehow, I know that I’d let him go as far as he wanted because I’ve been waiting for so long.
I tilt my head to gaze up at him.
“Please don’t stop,” I whisper, nerves in my stomach growing because just last night I practically begged him to get in my bed and he turned me down. It could happen again, but somehow, this moment … feels different.
It’s like … something big is about to happen. And it’s going to change everything.
The only thing is, I don’t know if that’s for better or worse.
“I want you so bad, Haven,” he whispers against my forehead, his palms sliding down my waist. There’s a hint of uncertainly in his tone. Almost as if he’s feeling out how bad I want him too. Or how much I want.
Looking up at him, I tilt my chin up bravely.
“Then take me, QB,” I challenge. “Take everything.”
He sucks in a sharp breath before he steps back and sinks down onto my bed. Reaching for me, he pulls me between his legs, planting his hands on each of my hips.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he mumbles, strumming his fingertips against me.
Reaching for the hem of my crewneck, I peel it over my head, leaving me in my bra and leggings while standing before him. It’s bold, maybe too much. But this is who I am, and out of everyone, Dallas knows that all too well.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for, D,” I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion because he’s touching me in a way I’ve dreamed of for years.
His eyes darken a shade, and he swallows roughly before he rests his forehead right below my chest like he’s fighting a battle with himself.
As he finally looks up at me again, any ounce of hesitation or self-control is gone when he reaches around my back and unclips my bra.
The second it falls, exposing my bare breasts, he bites down on his bottom lip.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, and when he leans forward, running his tongue against my nipple before pulling it between his lips, I can’t stop the whimper that flies from my throat.
“I’m not going to fuck you. Well, I am. But not right now because today we have a lot to do.
And when I do finally stuff your perfect pussy with my cock, I don’t want it to be rushed.
I want to take my time because I’ve waited for fucking years to feel you wrapped around me. ”
“You have?” I practically choke out.
“Fuck yes, I have. You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted that.”
Just when I thought the need inside me couldn’t grow deeper, it does. I ache, craving him right now but also knowing that, with how stubborn he is, he’s not going to give in to me. And if he says we’re not fucking, we’re not fucking.
“I’ve wanted you too,” I breathe out. “So … so … badly.”
With his mouth now resting just below my tits, he looks up at me with wild eyes. “Have you ever fucked yourself while picturing me?” he rasps, and when I nod, he almost hisses, sucking in a breath so fast.
“How’d you get yourself off, Short?” he demands. “Tell me everything.”
Licking my lips, I know exactly what I want to do to him right now, and that’s make him so hard and so turned on that he’s almost losing his mind.
“Sometimes, I’d use my fingers,” I start. “Others, I’d use a toy and imagine it was your cock.” Reaching down, I run my palm over the bulge in his jeans. “Did you ever fuck your hand, thinking about me, QB?”
“All the time,” he almost growls. “All the fucking time. You’ve consumed me for so many years. Do you even realize that?”
“Show me,” I whisper, biting down on my lip, and when his hands drop down, I palm my own tits before him, pinching a nipple and tilting my head up slightly. “Take your dick out and show me how you jerked your cock while I was on your mind.”
I swear that he cries out, but soon, he’s lifting his hips to yank his jeans and briefs down. Once they are pooled at his ankles, he kicks them off, but I’m too distracted by his huge dick standing up straight and ready for me.
I’ve seen him naked. I’ve felt it against my ass. But seeing it this up close and personal? Its veins bulging as he wraps his fist around it …
I need water. Ice cold freaking water.
He reaches for my leggings, peeling them down.
And once he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear, his cock jumps.
“No panties?” he utters, sliding his palm over my heat.
“Sit in that chair,” he growls, nodding his chin toward the plush chair that’s a few feet from the end of the bed.
“Sit back and spread your legs nice and wide. Show me how fucking desperate you were for my dick all these years.”
Stepping back, I slink down into the chair and sit so my back is supported before I lift my legs up and spread them apart with my feet on the ottoman. His eyes are dark now, and his pupils have never looked bigger. He strokes himself harder, keeping his fist drawn tight.
We’re about to cross the boldest invisible line. And I know that I’m going to be forever changed. Because for the first time in my life, I’m going to have sex with someone I’m actually in love with.
He just doesn’t know that part.
And hell no, I’m not going to tell him and scare him away.
DALLAS
I should be dealing with Haven’s car and talking to Coach.
We need to tell him what’s going on before tonight’s game.
Instead, I’m fucking my hand while I get a front row seat to Haven fucking herself with her fingers.
Her pussy is bare and so fucking pretty, and I don’t give a fuck if up until ten minutes ago she didn’t even know how I felt.
Now that she does, I want every part of her.
Including her orgasms.
Her nipples are so hard, her eyes glazed over almost like she’s intoxicated.
“Dallas,” she murmurs, sinking her fingers deeper, keeping her legs spread wide. “Fuck … your dick’s so big.” Her eyes are fixated on my hand as it strokes my cock. “I wish I could suck it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, needing to contain myself.
It’s hard enough not to come watching her finger herself.
Add in her talking about sucking my dick …
dear fucking Lord, I’ll be a goner in no time.
Right now, I don’t want to be a selfish asshole though.
She’s the one whose day started off terrible, and even though I want to take it all the way with her right now, I also want to savor every single step because I’ve waited so damn long for this moment.
Releasing the hold on my dick, I stand up and walk to her.
I rest a knee on the ottoman and crawl forward, gazing up at her.
“You can’t suck my dick tonight, baby. We don’t have a lot of time, and after getting a front row seat to that perfect, tight pussy, I can’t go about my day until I stick my tongue inside it. ”
Her pretty, pouty lips hang open as she looks down at me through her dark lashes.
Hooking my arms around her thighs, I pull her down until her pussy is right where I want it—on my tongue. I’ve wanted to taste her forever, and I always knew she’d be this fucking sweet, but actually having my face between her thighs has my cock begging for a release.
I gaze up to find her rolling her nipples between the pads of her fingers, and I whimper against her heat, gliding my tongue deeper inside her.
With one hand still playing with her perfect tit, the other reaches for my head, and she scrapes her fingertips into my scalp before pulling on my strands.
She rocks my face back and forth using my hair for traction, greedily taking what she needs from me and not leaving anything else.
My tongue is being worked fucking ragged, but I’m loving every second of it.
“Fuckkkk, D,” she whines, bucking her hips faster and faster against my face. “With you licking my pussy like that, I’m going to—” A cry rips from her throat, and her pussy tightens around my tongue, clamping down. “I’m coming … I’m … goddamnit …”
Feeling just how greedily her pussy is gripping my tongue has my balls tingling, imagining how good that’s going to feel later when I bury my dick inside her.
She writhes against me, and even though I don’t take my tongue off her, I don’t lick as hard in an attempt to slow down this orgasm so that she can enjoy it a little longer.
She continues to rock through her release as she thrusts against my face, and the taste of her orgasm alone puts me over the edge. The tingling in my balls turns into my cock exploding up onto my stomach just as she relaxes and comes back down to earth.
She looks so sleepy when her eyes flutter open, and she props herself up to look at me. Her gaze floats downward—no doubt looking at the cum that’s drenching my abdomen. “You came on yourself?” she whispers shakily. “From—”
“Having my tongue in your pussy?” I finish her sentence. “Yeah. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
The sleepy, relaxed look is gone, and in a flash, she’s pulling me upward on top of her and scootching her own body to the end of the chair.
I may have just come hard all over myself, but when she positions herself under me and pokes her tongue out, dragging it over my stomach, licking up every ounce of my release hungrily … I think my dick may never soften again.
Fuck … I wish we could stay in this room all day long.
“You know, we have a lot to talk about,” Haven says, braiding her hair quickly before wrapping an elastic around the end and swinging her head to look at me. “Because things just went from, like, zero to sixty in about three seconds.”
“Give me a little credit, Short.” I smirk. “I lasted more like two minutes, for sure.”
Rolling her eyes, she grabs a throw pillow that got knocked on the floor and heaves it at me. When most people throw a pillow, it wouldn’t be scary. But her arm is a damn cannon and yeah, I bob my head out of the way because I’m scared of getting hit by anything she throws.
“Two minutes before you came all over yourself,” she deadpans, widening her eyes. “Be so proud.”
Just because I expressed some of my feelings and ate her pussy doesn’t mean we’re going to stop being assholes to each other. We have far too much fun bantering for that.
“You didn’t seem to mind cleaning up my mess,” I mutter, grabbing my hat from the nightstand and pulling it down on my head backward, avoiding eye contact at all costs before shrugging. “Just sayin’.”
Before I can run, she’s leaping toward me, knocking me down on the bed. She pinches my nipples, and I practically squeal because I hate it.
“You’re an asshole. Just so you know.”
Grabbing her wrists, I hold them at her sides so that she stops pinching me before I lift my head and kiss her.
“Yeah, well, you knew that before you let me bury my tongue inside you.” I wink before kissing her again. I look up at her, sighing. “I promise, we’ll talk about everything later. You can ask me anything you want. But right now, we need to go see your dad. We have to tell him everything.”
She looks away from me, exhaling. “I know,” she whispers.
“I just hate that after what just happened”—she pauses, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of red, and I love it because she’s never one to get embarrassed—“between us and everything, I hate that we have to give energy to fucking Tabor Timmons.”
“I know,” I say, agreeing because I hate it too. After years of fighting my feelings, I finally came out with it and told her the truth. “But we’ll have plenty of time for us after we deal with this. Okay?”
Her eyes shift back to mine, and her lips curl up the slightest bit at the corners. “Okay,” she agrees softly. “You’re right.”
I didn’t expect to wake up today and tell Haven King how I really felt. But now that it’s out there, and I can’t take it back, I can’t help but remember why I kept her at arm’s length to begin with. As she smiles down at me, I’m again hit with the fact she is pure sunshine.
And inside, I’m just an unpredictable storm.
My mom was an addict who suffered from severe depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses. And my father was also an addict, but unlike her, he was an angry one who liked to beat the shit out of us.
Haven’s parents are good. Her blood is good. But I don’t have my adoptive parents’ blood. Which means, the chances I carry the same fucked up genetics as the people who created me … are high.
I study her face, taking in how happy she is before I hug her tightly to me. Maybe I won’t be her happily ever after, but right now, I can give her this. I can help her through this nightmare until she’s better. That much I can do.