Chapter sixteen Willow #4
The server tips her head in Dallas’s direction. “Dallas ordered it for you.”
Our eyes meet and in that moment, I try to answer Astrid’s question for the hundredth time.
Do I want to stay in Carrington Cove?
Yes.
But can I stay without dire consequences?
Part of me already knows the answer to that too.
Astrid leaves me to tend to her customers. I keep my seat at the bar, finishing my meal and drink as the night winds down. Sunday nights aren’t as busy as a Friday or Saturday, which is why Dallas closes the restaurant at nine.
When the last customer leaves, he locks the door and stands there for a minute with his back to me. He hasn’t said a word to me since I told him my plans, and I’m dying to know where his head is at.
Timidly, I ask him, “Everything okay?”
He turns to face me, and there’s a determination in his eyes. “Yes and no.”
“Care to elaborate?”
His legs carry him over to me, his strides purposeful and deliberate. His shoulders are pressed back, his dark eyes locked on mine, and when he finally stands before me, he frames my face in his hands and crushes his lips to mine.
The kiss takes me by surprise, but it only takes me a second to fall right into step with him, sliding my tongue against his, pressing my breasts to his chest, trying to get as close to him as possible.
I never want to get this close to anyone.
“Fuck, I missed this mouth,” Dallas mumbles against my lips, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth before licking the sting away and pulling me closer to him again.
“I’m right here.”
“Yes, you are. For tonight, you’re still here and my goal is to remind you of what will be waiting for you when you return.”
Goosebumps scatter all over my skin. “That sounds promising.”
“Oh, I always keep my promises, Willow.” The gravel of his voice makes heat pool between my legs. “Now strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Goose. Get naked so I can play.” He smacks my ass and walks away from me, going behind the bar as I stand there bewildered. When he casts a glance at me over his shoulder, he says, “I mean it, Willow. We’re running out of time.”
Yes, we are.
My hesitation only lasts for one more second before I begin to unbutton my blouse and drape it across the back of the barstool. I pop the button on my shorts, and then shimmy those down my legs as well.
Dallas wipes the bar clean in front of me as he watches me lose my clothes. “Everything, Willow. I want you naked.”
Drawing in a long breath because I feel like I’m forgetting how to breathe in this moment, I reach behind me and pop the clasp on my bra, pulling it down my arms and adding it to the pile of my clothes as my nipples pebble when the cool air in the room hits my skin.
And then I slide my thong down my legs and kick my shoes off, waiting for his next instruction.
Dallas’s jaw clenches as he taps the bar with his fingers. “Hop on.”
“You want me to get up there?”
“Now, Willow.”
Normally, I’d fight back, but the power behind his voice has my vagina driving instead of my brain, and I attempt to gracefully use one of the stools to climb on top of the bar where I just ate my dinner, along with numerous other people.
Then, I slowly lie back, attempting to make myself look as sexy as possible because I have a feeling the sight of me climbing up here was not in the least.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get through work tonight, knowing that you’re leaving?” His words are harsh and laced with hurt.
Shaking, I try not to tremble too hard. “I wouldn’t know, seeing as you ignored me all night.”
He pinches my nipple, making me squirm. “Don’t sass me right now.”
“But that’s what we do,” I counter as Dallas trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh, stopping before he reaches where I ache for him.
“Not right now. Tonight, I’m going to make sure you feel me between your legs for days.
I want you thinking of me and my cock, of what my hands feel like on your skin.
” He swipes a finger through my slit. “What my fingers and tongue feel like on your pussy, and how my fingerprints mark you.” He pushes my legs open, bending my knees, and then drags his tongue through my slit, making my back arch off the bar.
“And then I want you to promise me that I get to do this to you again when you return.”
“Dallas…”
“Promise me,” he commands.
On a shaky breath, I say, “I promise.”
“Good girl. Now, hold on, baby.”
“But Dallas,” I retort, wanting to get more words out of him, something that tells me we haven’t made a mistake by crossing this line.
“I’m busy,” he growls before he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, spins me ninety degrees so he has the perfect access to me over the bar, and then devours me, exploring my pussy with his mouth as the cool air from the vent above us blows on my naked body.
And then I forget what I was going to say.
All I do is feel him everywhere.
My body takes over my mind, letting me experience every sensation that Dallas elicits as he moves his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples, biting the inside of my thighs, and bringing noises out of me that I’ve never made before.
“This is my pussy, Willow,” he mumbles against my clit before sucking it back between his lips. “I’ve gone two days without tasting it and now you’re making me go even longer.”
“I—I have to work.”
“I understand”—he licks me from bottom to top—“but I don’t have to like it.”
Burying my hands in his hair, I admit, “I don’t like it either.”
“At least we’re on the same page about something.
” Dallas runs his tongue over every inch of me, sucking my clit between his lips, pushing two fingers inside of me, slowly rubbing them in and out, caressing every inch of my core.
He eats me slowly, purposefully, and intensely until my orgasm starts to bloom.
I can feel myself getting closer to the precipice, but then he abruptly stops touching me.
“Dallas…”
He stands up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but his beard still glistens with my arousal. Cradling my head and my hip, he spins me back so my entire body can lie on the bar again, and then he reaches beneath the counter and grabs a bottle of tequila.
“Are we drinking?” I ask, my body still vibrating with my release that’s just out of reach.
He holds the bottle above my stomach, pulling the cork from the top. “I am.” Gently, he tips the bottle, and a small amount of alcohol fills my belly button, overflowing down my hips on either side.
“Holy shit,” I gasp while watching his every move.
Pleased with the amount, he puts the bottle down and then grabs one wedge of lime, placing it between my breasts before he leans down and swirls his tongue over each one. Then he takes a pinch of salt from the container on the bar and dusts it over both of my nipples.
I’m about to be a human shot glass.
“Do you know why I chose tequila for this, Willow?” he asks as his eyes bounce up and down my body, admiring his work.
Trying not to pant in desperation, I reply, “Why?”
“Because tequila can mess you up if you let it, or it can lend you the courage to do things you wouldn’t otherwise.” He grips my chin in his hand and turns my head so I can see him when he says, “And that’s how you make me feel.”
Before I can reply, he lets my chin go, drops his head to my stomach, and sucks the tequila from my belly button, licking the remaining trails of it from my skin.
He drags his tongue up my stomach to my nipples, cleaning the salt from the pebbled peaks, and then takes the wedge of lime between his lips, sucking the juice from it.
I watch him with fascination, growing more desperate as the seconds tick by, but Dallas spits the lime out on the floor and then smashes his lips to mine. Swiftly lifting me and cradling me in his arms, he turns away from the bar and heads toward a door in the back.
He opens the door to reveal a small staircase, holding me to his chest as he climbs higher and higher to another door, turning the knob and entering a small apartment before setting me down gently on my feet.
I push his shirt over his head, dragging my nails down his chest and stomach as he tosses it to the side. Then he cups my face in his hands and brings his lips back to mine.
No other man has ever had control over me like this before.
And I’m not sure that another man ever will.
Dallas pops the button on his jeans, shoving them down, along with his briefs, before stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, stroking his cock as he stares at me. “Stay right here.”
“Where are you going?” I ask as he walks away from me down a small hallway, but he doesn’t respond.
When he comes back, he’s holding a strip of condoms, and my body grows warmer and wetter watching his muscular form stalk toward me. He takes one off and tosses the rest on the dining room table before leading me over to one of the cushioned chairs at the table.
I watch him sit down, his cock standing proudly as he covers himself with the rubber, and then motions for me to join him. “Ride me, Willow.”
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I straddle his thighs as he drags his crown through my wetness, and when he lines himself up, I slowly sink down on him, joining us together as we both moan in unison.
“Fuck.”
“God, Dallas.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sink down further until he fills me completely. Our bodies are pressed together so tightly that his chest hair is rubbing against my nipples, creating the most glorious friction as I start to bob up and down on his cock.
“That’s it, Willow. Take me deep, beautiful.”
I lock eyes with his and swivel my hips, hitting that spot deep within me that makes an orgasm start to resurface.
“This is what you’ll be missing when you’re gone.” He buries his fist in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my neck to him. “And I’ll be missing this pussy.”
“Yes…”
“But that’s not all I’ll miss, Willow.” He drags his tongue along the column of my throat before wrapping his other hand around my waist. “I’ll miss the feel of you next to me, the sound of your voice, the way you let me in like no one else.”
He releases my hair and allows me to dip my head back down so our eyes meet. “You make me feel like I can,” I admit.
Smoothing away my hair from my face while I continue to move, he says, “I want you to feel that way, Willow, because you make me feel shit I’ve been avoiding for a long time.”
Dallas grips my hips and pushes me to ride him faster as I whisper back the truth, “You make me feel shit too.”
But those are the last words we speak as I move quicker and higher, chasing my release as Dallas grows more desperate.
He pulls my nipple into his mouth, squeezing my breasts as he lavishes my nipples with his tongue.
He moves one hand between us to find my clit, stroking the nub with just enough pressure that I feel my orgasm rush forward.
And then I shatter a few thrusts later. Dallas roars out my name and joins me at the end.
“Fuck, Willow.” His large hands splay out on my back while I bury my face in his neck.
“I’m coming back, Dallas,” I murmur against him, feeling like I just ran a physical and emotional marathon.
“I know.” I feel his grip on me tighten. “But I still don’t want to let you go.”