8. Dane
EIGHT
Dane
“ Y our dad looked good last week when we went to visit. How is therapy?” Thea asks, as she snuggles into my side on the couch. Her hand rests on my thigh, so close to my dick I practically feel her wrapping her hand around it and pumping…
Thea uses the same hand I’m imagining jacking me off to smack me. “Dane, are you listening? I asked how your dad was.”
“Yeah, brah, how is he?” Anton echoes, wagging his brows my way knowingly.
I worried for a split second about the guys accepting her. We’ve always been hardcore with the whole boards before bitches thing, but she had them eating from the palm of her hand in five seconds flat.
Hell, I think they like hanging with her better than they do me.
“He’s getting there. He isn’t really loving the diet changes, but…” I shrug.
Anton grins. “Bet he loves your mama playing nurse though.”
“Dude!” Dots sits up and leans over me to smack him. “You’re talking about his parents!”
I tug her back into my side, loving the way her small body feels pressed into mine. “Thanks babe,” I murmur as I run my index finger back-and-forth over her hip bone beneath the waistline of her shorts. She shivers in my arms. “You cold?” I ask, even though I know she isn’t.
“No,” she whispers back, squirming beneath my teasing touch.
While the past three weeks with Dots have been nothing short of blue-balled-bliss—I think it’s safe to say we’re both ready to take things to the next level.
I meant it when I told her I wanted to treat her right, to do things right; but I’m pretty sure if my dick could, he’d throat punch me. The only silver lining is, Thea is every bit as hard up as me. We’re both walking a wire’s edge between taking it slow and jumping between the sheets.
“What are you two lovebirds up to tonight?” Anton asks as he stands from his chair. “Y’all wanna come to a party?”
I look to Thea, who is shaking her head. “Thanks, but we have plans.”
“We do?” I ask, wondering what they are and when we made them.
She leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Mmhmm, we do.”
“Guess we’re out,” I tell my boys as they both head toward the door. “Catch y’all later.”
Once they’re gone, I turn to my girl. “So, what are these plans?”
She shoots me a devilish grin before straddling me.
“This,” she says as she reaches behind her and unties her bikini top.
My hands twitch at my sides and my mouth waters as the fabric falls away and her lush, full tits come into view.
Her rose-colored nipples are hard and practically begging for my mouth; it takes my all to put the brakes on this thing.
Before I can question her further, her mouth is on mine, her tongue begging for entrance, as she tugs on my hair and grinds down onto my rapidly growing erection.
It takes Herculean effort to pull back from her, but I do. “Are you sure?” I ask, panting as my impossibly hard cock presses against her. I can feel her heat, but it’s just a tease.
Nodding, she brings my hands up to palm her breasts. They feel like heaven as I massage and knead them, testing their weight before rubbing my thumbs across their tips.
She moans when I dip forward and suck one of the pebbled peaks into my mouth. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Fuck Dots, you can’t say shit like that.” Because I want to be inside of her more than anything in the fucking world. Even more than I want to place in the Rip Curl Pro.
She moves off of me and tugs on my arm so I’m standing up.
“Why not? It’s true. I want to feel you in me, around me, all over me.
I want you to wring every drop of pleasure from my body, and then when we’re done, I want you to do it again.
” A slight blush colors her cheeks. “Take me to your bedroom.” It’s a demand, not a question.
Her hair is mussed and her lips swollen from our kisses—and while she’s always beautiful, she’s never been sexier than she is in this moment.
I guide her back to my room, pulling the door shut and turning the lock just in case. “You’re so damn sexy,” I murmur as I reach out and pop the button on her shorts. As she shimmies out of them, along with her swim bottoms, I shuck off my clothes as well.
I stand proud, letting Thea look her fill; I have a lot to be proud of and the way she’s looking at me has me hard enough to pound nails. She bites her lip as she watches me, and all too willing to put on a show, I give my hard length a slow tug and groan her name.
Boldly she grabs my hand and guides it to that sweet spot between her legs. “See what you do to me.”
“Fuuuuuck Dots,” I groan, when I feel how wet she is for me. Unable to resist, I flick my finger across her clit before sliding it right into her. She whimpers at the welcome invasion and rolls her hips. “That’s right, show me how good it feels when I touch you.”
I continue to touch and tease her, taking her to the brink of orgasm before retreating. Finally, when her legs are trembling and a fine sheen of sweat coats her naked body, she shoves me away and steps up to me until we’re toe-to-toe. “I need you to fuck me now. Please?”
If I thought I was turned on before, I was dead wrong, because Thea begging me to pleasure her has me feeling things I’ve never felt before.
Wordlessly, I fall back onto my bed, tugging her down onto me with a sense of urgency. I can’t wait another second to be inside her. “Ride me.”
I can’t stop myself from watching and she takes me in her hand before spreading her legs wide and slowly sliding down on me, every slow inch decimating my self-control.
Watching her take me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and the feeling of her sinking down onto me is indescribable.
It’s heaven and hell all at once. And when she starts working her hips, rolling them to a slow, sinuous beat only she can hear, I’m pretty sure I die.
We move together slow and gentle, like we’ve been doing it forever. “Oh, God. I’m so close,” she whimpers in my ear before pressing her lips to my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw.
“Let me get you there.” I drop one hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit. My touch is synced so perfectly with her grinding that she’s moaning my name as she comes all over my dick. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her whole-body trembling from the force of her orgasm.
She slumps against me as she comes down. “I think you broke me,” she mumbles as I pump into her from below, turning our once languid pace fervent.
“We’re just getting started,” I growl out as my own climax rips through me. My lungs seize and my body shudders from the force of my orgasm as I pump the last of my release into her.
“You promise?” she asks as I grip the back of her thighs and stand, holding her body flush to mine as I carry her back to my bathroom so we can clean up.
“I fucking promise,” I tell her meaning it with every fiber of my being, because while this thing between us is new, it feels like the start of something wonderful.