Chapter fifteen Dallas #4
“There are other talents I possess too, Willow. Ones you haven’t even experienced yet.”
She leans back, staring directly into my eyes. “Care to share them with me sometime?”
“Just tell me when and I’m yours.”
“How about right now?”
My heart skips a beat, but my dick jumps at the idea. “Uh, we’re kind of strapped into a giant metal wheel at the moment.”
Her laughter rings out as she tips her head back. But then she moves closer to me again, pressing her lips to mine before dragging my bottom lip between her teeth. “Maybe I need to be more clear.”
My dick hardens painfully, but I manage to rasp out. “That might help.”
She licks her bottom lip, eyes glittering in the remaining sunlight in the sky. “Take me home, Dallas, and give me another experience I won’t soon forget.”
***
I’ve never been in a car accident before, but something tells me I’m tempting fate as I speed back to Willows’ house. And the fact that she’s been touching my cock, teasing me through my pants for the past five minutes, isn’t helping.
“Fuck, Willow. Are you trying to make me crash?” I ask as she nibbles on my ear lobe from her spot next to me on the bench seat.
“You’d better not. Otherwise, our night might end up in a hospital instead of with you buried inside of me.”
“Jesus.” I grip the steering wheel harder as her lips move to my neck, licking and teasing my skin there, her palm continuing to rub my length.
Her phone buzzes in her purse again, making her groan. And even though she moves away from me to check it, part of me is relieved since it allows me to focus on getting us back to her place in one piece.
“This must be important. It’s my assistant and she’s been calling me all night.”
“Then answer it. I don’t mind,” I assure her.
“I just didn’t want work to affect our date.”
Grasping her hand, I bring it to my lips and press them to her skin. “It’s not. I own a business too, remember? I get it.”
Her soft smile hints that she appreciates my understanding, and then she hits a few buttons on the phone before bringing it to her ear.
“Katrina. What is it?” I can faintly hear another voice on the line while Willow listens to what her assistant is saying.
“He has a lot of nerve making that threat. Does he not remember the one hundred fifty million dollars we helped him make last quarter?”
One hundred fifty million?
Jesus, just how successful is her company?
“Well, tell Fletcher that if he wants to continue to dominate the tech field, he needs to be patient. Remind him that we haven’t let him down yet, nor will we in the future.
But good ideas take time.” Another break in the conversation.
“Yes, I’ll touch base with you tomorrow and I’ll be on the call to reassure him myself.
” I hit the blinker to turn onto Bayshore Drive.
“It’s okay. Just call him back and promise him I will speak with him tomorrow. Thanks, Katrina.”
Willow ends the call and then breathes out heavily.
“Everything okay?” I ask as I pull into the spot behind her house.
“Yeah, just one of my biggest clients being impatient. We’re designing a new advertising campaign for his company, but it’s taking longer than normal, and he’s getting antsy. He’s talking about looking for a different firm.”
“Sounds stressful.”
She finally turns to me and says, “It is, but we’ve proven ourselves to him. If he wants to walk, I can’t stop him. But I also know that he’d probably feel better if he heard from me directly.” She looks out the front window at the house. “This would be easier if I were there.”
“Working remotely makes this kind of thing difficult, doesn’t it?”
“Yes and no. I could have called him this week and touched base with him about everything, but I trust my team, and I’m trying to take a step back.
I was waiting to contact him instead of trying to ease his nerves before it got to this point.
” She looks back at me now. “Part of my coming down here was to help remind myself that I don’t have to work twenty-four seven. Now it’s coming back to bite me.”
I reach for her hand again. “Look, there’s nothing you can do tonight. It sounds like your assistant is handling it, and you’ll talk to him tomorrow. But you are right—you shouldn’t work twenty-four seven. You have to make time for fun, Goose.”
“Like the kind of fun we had tonight?”
“You talk like that fun is over.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “You’re right. It’s not over yet.”
A groan escapes my lips as I cup the side of her face and lean closer to her. “No, Willow. It most certainly is not.” I bring her lips to mine again. “Now, you might be the boss in the boardroom, but I’m your boss in the bedroom. Got it?”
She licks her lips and says, “Yes, sir.”
Groaning in appreciation, my dick presses against the seam of my jeans as I climb out of the car and go around to open her door for her, leading her up to the front porch.
Luckily, the geese are nowhere to be found.
But when my eyes land on the scarecrow in the sand, I can’t help but chuckle at how far we’ve come since then.
“What are you laughing about?” she asks as I shut the door behind us, flipping the lock.
“Just remembering the first time I saw you on that porch, fighting off geese.”
She puts her purse on the counter and turns to me. “Those birds were out for blood, I’m telling you.”
My feet carry me over to her so I can wrap my arms around her waist. “Good thing I was here that day then, huh?”
“Oh, you mean when you were begging me to let you inside so they didn’t eat you too?”
I tip her chin up with my fingers. “I was a desperate man in many ways that day.”
“And now?” Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “Now what kind of man are you?”
“The kind who’s going to own every inch of your body, baby. And the whole street will know because you’ll be screaming for God to help you.”
We lunge for each other at the same time, Willow jumping up into my arms, securing her legs around my waist. Our kisses are frantic, carnal, full of energy, need, and want.
With our mouths still connected, I head for the stairs, moving slowly to keep my balance but also because Willow moves her mouth to my neck once more, biting my skin and clawing at my back with her nails.
“Fuck.”
“Hurry, Dallas.”
When I step into her room, the moonlight has cast the entire space in an ethereal glow, showcasing its brightness through the open window, highlighting the waves of the ocean in the distance.
I cradle Willow’s head and then let us both fall to her bed, covering her with my body as my hands roam her curves. Her dress is hiked up around her waist, giving me access to her silky thighs and her bare ass that I squeeze with my hand.
“Please.” She rubs herself along my length covered by my jeans, seeking out friction, and I’m sure she can feel what’s she’s doing to me. My dick has been hard since the moment she opened her door earlier, and his patience is wearing thin.
Pushing myself off her, I stare down at her gorgeous form splayed out on the bed as I undo the buttons on my shirt, one by one.
“Listen to those manners.” I shake my head at her slowly. “Such a good fucking girl. You’re learning.”
She licks her lips and then reaches up to push one of the straps of her dress down before moving to the other.
With her other hand, she slides the zipper down along the side of her dress, and then slowly peels the fabric down her torso, exposing her bare chest, soft stomach, and scantily covered pussy to me before tossing the dress to the side.
“You weren’t wearing a bra all night?”
“Nope.” She pops the p. “Is that a problem?”
As I stare at her chest, I’m about to admonish her for not telling me until now. But then her rosy, pink nipples harden right before my eyes, and suddenly, I don’t give a fuck as long as I have those breasts in my mouth right this second.
I shove my shirt off, tossing it in the same direction as her dress, and then pounce on top of her again, taking one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Yes,” Willow moans as she buries her hands in my hair, panting while I nibble on her, licking and sucking voraciously. She rubs herself against my chest, squirming and moaning while I move to the other breast, cradling both in my hands.
“Your tits are perfect, Willow. So fucking perfect the way they fit in my hands.”
I squeeze her breasts together and then flick my tongue back and forth between her nipples as she watches, pausing to suck on one before moving to the other.
“Dallas…I need more.”
“I know, baby. And you’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you.”
She tips her head back and groans. “Damn you.”
“Get used to it, Willow. I’m about to show you who’s the boss in this bedroom, like I said.”
She glares at me as I stand up and unbutton my jeans, shoving them down while she crawls down the bed toward me.
I take a seat on the edge of the bed, and then move her between my legs, so her back is to my chest. I want to explore her body as she squirms in my arms, feel her writhe and clench my fingers with her pussy again.
As I reach up to caress her breasts once again, her head falls back on my shoulder and she pants.
“You’re such a tease.” She lets out a sigh of contentment as my hands work over her body, skimming her skin lightly, roaming and learning what turns her on.
“Makes the pleasure that much better.” I nibble on her earlobe. “And for some reason, watching you squirm just makes me even harder.”
She pushes her ass into my crotch. “I know. I can feel you.”
“Just wait until I’m buried inside of you, Willow,” I whisper in her ear as one of my hands descends down her stomach, disappearing underneath the white silk of her thong, teasing her slit and finding her dripping with arousal.
“I can’t wait.”