Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Joey
The drive back to Grenville is mostly quiet, the air inside the car charged with tension. The good kind of tension. Anticipation. Excitement. The slightest ripple of anxiety laces the feelings, and Dallas must sense it, because his thumb brushes over my knuckles where our hands are joined between us. He does that every time I start to get inside my head, like he can sense it. And every time, it calms me.
I still can’t believe I said what I did about wanting him, but I’m not sorry. It was scary and out of character, but Dallas’ response was freaking perfect . Everything about him seems to be perfect. I’ve never felt so attracted to anyone like this before, and all those kisses we’ve shared over the last week have left me craving more .
When we finally make it back to our apartment building, I’m wound so tight, I might explode when he finally touches me the way I want to be touched. I’ve never felt like this with a man before. Wanted him so badly, I have to rub my thighs together and grit my teeth to stop from moaning.
And his demand that I promise to tell him if he does anything to make me uncomfortable? And swearing he won’t be angry or disappointed? It’s like he’s read my mind and knows exactly what to say to make me comfortable in my own skin.
Once he parks the car in his spot, he tugs on my hand and pulls me closer for a deep, longing kiss. I fall into it, forgetting where we are for a moment, and only come back to my senses when he cuts the kiss off with a few light nibbles.
He’s out of the car and jogging around to my side before I can catch my breath, and the next thing I know, we’re in the elevator. He’s holding my hand tightly, like he’s afraid if he lets go, I might vanish into thin air.
In the hall, Dallas pauses between our two doors. His eyebrows raise, and I realize he’s waiting for me to decide which apartment we go to. I’d prefer mine, where I’ll be most comfortable, but I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t had any use for them for a long while now. Hoping he has at least one, I head toward his place, tugging on the hand that’s still wrapped around mine.
Dallas unlocks his door in a rush and pulls me inside. Kicking it closed, he walks me backward slowly until my back is plastered to the door. As he leans in, I lick my lips in preparation for his kiss, but he stops just shy of his lips touching mine.
“Are you still sure?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over my mouth.
I nod slightly. “Yes. I’m sure. Now, kiss me.”
He groans, either at my words or my demanding tone, as his mouth melds to mine. A powerful feeling I don’t recognize surges through me. Dallas groans again as his tongue pushes between my lips, and his obvious need stokes my confidence. Lifting my hands, I push my fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly. My tongue chases his back into his mouth, and he moans a third time, gripping my ass with both hands and lifting me. I wrap my legs around him, bringing the bulge in his pants to the exact spot I need to feel it most.
It’s my turn to moan, and Dallas swallows the sound before swinging me away from the door. I cling to him like a baby koala as he walks in the general direction of his bedroom, his mouth still devouring mine and his hands kneading my ass in the most delicious of ways.
He spins again, walking backwards before bumping to a stop. I open my eyes as he edges to the right, and I realize he’d bumped into the doorjamb on his way into the bedroom. One of his hands releases my butt cheek just before the light flicks on, then his hand is back and the room spins around me just before my back hits his mattress.
Dallas hovers over me, his weight braced on his elbows as he continues kissing me like he might die if he stops. I’ve never felt so needed. So desired .
Suddenly, he pulls back to look down at me, his expression serious. “Remember what you promised me.”
I nod.
“Say it,” he says.
“If I feel uncomfortable with anything, I’ll tell you.”
“Immediately,” he reminds me, and I nod again.
“Immediately. I promise,” I say, and he stares into my eyes like he’s searching for the truth in their depths.
He must be satisfied with what he sees because he smiles before dipping his head to kiss me again. His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, pressing hot kisses along my skin, pausing to focus on the spot just beneath my ear when my hips buck with the first touch of his lips there. Then, he’s on the move again, licking and sucking the length of my neck before moving to my chest. He leans his weight to one side, freeing up his other hand to untuck my shirt before pressing his large, warm palm to my side beneath it.
He lifts his head to watch my face as his palm slides upward, taking the hem of my top with it. He’s making sure I’m okay, which is sweet, but I need more. Now. Shoving my hands between us, I grip the material of my shirt and tug it upward, lifting my upper body just enough to pull the material free and toss it aside. Dallas’ eyes widen, then darken as they move down my torso. Reaching down, I grab his wrist and yank his hand up to my breast.
I don’t know where this bravado came from, but I’ll have plenty of time to analyze my behavior––at length, I’m sure––later. Right now, I need this. I need Dallas .
“Jesus, Josette,” he breathes, kneading my breast through the pad of my strapless bra. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
The grit in his tone sends fresh heat flashing through me, leaving behind a trickle of something I don’t feel very often––confidence.
Lifting my hips and arching my back, I shove my fingers behind my back and unclasp the bra before pulling my hands free and slumping back to the mattress. I hold the eye contact as Dallas stares down at me, and he doesn’t drop his eyes to my chest for even a millisecond while he pulls the bra free and tosses it aside. He just stares into my eyes as he covers my now-bare breast with his large, slightly-callused palm.
I know he’s watching me for any hint of discomfort, and while I appreciate his sweet consideration, it’s not what I want right now. Not what I need .
Reaching up, I grip his hair and tug him down for a kiss. His tongue drives into my mouth, curling around mine as his hand tightens around my breast. I gasp at the intense bolt of lust that shoots through me, and Dallas must misinterpret it because he immediately loosens his grip and softens his kiss.
No.
“Dallas,” I say, breaking off our kiss to take a few deep breaths. “Stop holding back. I’m not going to break, and I need to feel how much you want me. I need you to let go and show me.”
I immediately regret the words when Dallas’ eyes widen and his mouth falls open. Was I too demanding? Did that turn him off? Shit, maybe I should just go home.
Before I can move, a growling sound vibrates from his chest, freezing me on the spot. His head drops and his mouth latches onto my breast, sucking the flesh while his tongue rolls over the nipple. I groan and buck my hips, my fingers tightening in his hair to hold him in place.
God, that feels good.
I cry out when his mouth pops off me, then yelp again when he sucks on my other breast the same way he did the first. One of his hands brushes over my knuckles, his fingers gently uncurling my tight fists to release my grip on his hair. Then he kisses a path down the center of my torso, his tongue swirling along my skin as he moves toward the button of my pants.
Pushing himself upright, he sits back on his heels and grips the material on either side of the button before pausing to meet my eyes. He lifts his eyebrows, and I nod vigorously. His eyes flare with lust and his lips curl up as he unfastens the button and drags the zipper downward. I lift my hips, and the moment the pants slide over my ass, I drop it to the bed and lift my legs into the air so he can strip them the rest of the way off.
My legs fall back to the bed on either side of his hips as he tosses my pants to the floor, and his gaze locks on my center as his calloused palms smooth down my inner thighs. He strokes up and down, each pass bringing his hands closer to where I need him most without actually touching me. It’s driving me crazy, and when I buck upward to try and get his hands where I need them, he pulls back, denying me.
“Dallas,” I grunt, but he only chuckles.
The mattress bounces as he moves, and I open my eyes to see he’s standing near the foot of the bed. Before I can form a single coherent thought about why he left the bed, his hands shoot out to grip my ankles. I yelp as he yanks me toward him, then hold my breath when he bends at the waist and presses a kiss to the inside of my left knee. He kisses me again and again, each peck bringing him closer to the top of my thigh.
“Wait!” I squeak out when his nose brushes against the edge of my underwear.
His head pops up, his expression laced with worry. “Do you not like this?”
Fuck if I know.
“Josette?” he asks when I don’t answer him out loud.
“I…you don’t have to do that,” I manage to get out.
He tilts his head. “That’s not what I asked you. And I want to taste you, to feel you come on my mouth, but only if you want me to. If you’ll enjoy it.”
His hands start moving up and down my thighs again, soothing and exciting me all at once. I realize he’s waiting for me to respond, and I honestly can’t say whether or not I’ll enjoy it. But I have to say something .
“Okay,” I say softly, and he lowers his eyebrows.
“That didn’t sound very sure.”
I heave out a rough breath. He’s not going to let this go. I need to be honest.
“I don’t know,” I say softly .
“You don’t know if you like it or not?” he asks, his tone laced with confusion.
I shake my head. “I’ve never had…”
My words trail off as my cheeks burst into flames, and his eyes go wide again. Then they narrow, and he looks angry for a moment before he smooths his expression out. His hands slide down my thighs and stop, then his thumb brushes over the damp material of my underwear in featherlight strokes.
“I need you to tell me what you want, Josette. Do you want to feel my tongue here?” he asks increasing the pressure of his thumb as it passes over my clit.
I buck at his words as much as his touch, and suddenly I want nothing more than to feel his hot, wet mouth on me. And he obviously wants it, too. I always assumed guys didn’t like it because no one had ever offered to do it for me, and I, of course, never asked for it.
But here is Dallas, practically panting at the idea of going down on me. I’m only getting in my own way by hesitating. Bolstering my courage, I nod.
“Yes. Please,” I say, my tone bordering on begging.
Dallas grins like he just won the lottery, and grips my underwear, tugging them down my legs. Once my feet are free, he drops the scrap of lace and pushes my knees apart. His eyes stay locked on mine as he slowly lowers his head. His hands slide down my inner thighs before his fingers spread me open. I try my best to keep my eyes open and on him, but the second his tongue swipes the length of my slit, I lose the battle.
My eyes slam shut as my mouth falls open, a loud groan slipping between my lips. The sound seems to encourage Dallas, because he licks me again, this time swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit. Pleasure bursts through me, skittering up my spine before trickling down my extremities. My fingers curl into fists as I pant through the desire he’s ignited inside me.
Did I almost talk him out of doing this?
The thought scatters along with every other thought in my head as Dallas’ lips and tongue focus on my clit with light, teasing touches. My body screams for more, so I dig my heels into the edge of the mattress for leverage and lift my hips in an attempt to increase the pressure. His hands grip my hips to push me back down, but my protest dies in my throat when his tongue works harder, lashing at the sensitive bundle of nerves with a ferocity that makes my entire body tingle with static electricity.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not with another person, at least. I experience maybe a fraction of this kind of pleasure when I use my trusty vibrator on myself, but no man has ever been so instantly in tune with my body, giving it exactly what it needs.
I feel his fingers at my entrance, and I stiffen, preparing myself for the discomfort that will inevitably come with the intrusion. Dallas must feel the tension in my body, because he pulls his hand away and refocuses his efforts on my clit. A minute or so later, his mouth moves down, and before I grunt out a complaint, his tongue pushes into me.
A strange, squeaking yelp bursts out of me as my hips involuntarily buck, driving his tongue even deeper. He pumps in and out of me, driving me crazy with each thrust. It feels amazing, but at the same time, like it’s not enough. Like I need more .
As if he’s read my mind, Dallas’ tongue pulls free to work my clit again as he slides a finger inside me before I even realize it’s happening. There’s zero discomfort, only a delicious sense of fullness as he pushes deep and pumps it slowly.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp, rolling my hips in time with the movements of his tongue and finger.
Dallas moans, and the vibrations against my sensitive flesh send me spiraling. He pulls his finger out and pushes back in with a second, and my slick inner walls provide no resistance. I’m mumbling unintelligible words as he works me over, driving my need higher and higher with every stroke.
I’m at the point where I don’t know if I should beg him to stop because it’s all too much, or demand that he keep this going forever because it feels so damn good. Before I can decide, he drags his fingertips along my inner wall, hitting a spot I was sure didn’t exist for me. I scream as pleasure zips through me, wave upon wave of hot electricity rippling through muscle and bone, leaving my nerve endings sizzling with energy.
Dallas pulls his fingers free and slows his tongue’s movements, lapping at me as I float back down to my body.
Yes. I just had an out of body experience, and no one can convince me otherwise .
Giving me one last lick, Dallas lifts his head and smiles down at me. “That was incredible.”
I just stare at him with wide eyes. I mean, I know it was incredible for me. But for him to say it was for him, too…
“Why do you look like you don’t believe me?” he asks, still smiling as he unbuttons his shirt and slides it off.
“Because,” I croak, then clear my throat. “Because you didn’t really get anything out of it.”
“Oh, yes, I did,” he says, shucking his pants.
I lose track of the conversation as my gaze travels the length of his long body. He’s sculpted, but not overly large like he spends too much time in the gym. His tight boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination, and my eyes lock on the outline of his erection.
“Josette.”
“Huh?” I chirp, snapping my gaze back up to his.
“I said I loved every second of what just happened, and making you fall apart like that made me feel like a God damn king.”
“Oh,” is all I can manage to say.
There’s nothing but honesty in his earnest expression, so I have no choice but to believe him. I nod, and his smile widens. He tells me not to move, then walks over to his nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, he pulls out a box of condoms and rips the protective plastic from it. He looks over and sees me watching, and he offers me a grin as he opens the box and pulls out a foil packet.
“I swear, I wasn’t expecting anything tonight, but I bought these just in case we ended up here at some point,” he says, waggling the packet in the air.
My chest hollows out at the admission. He bought those for me . Just in case we ended up here. No one else.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I refocus my eyes on him. “We can stop here if you don’t want this.”
“No,” I almost shout, then calm myself. “I don’t want to stop. I…want you.”
It’s not a lie. I want him so badly, I can taste it. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I know I won’t be able to finish again––I’ve never been able to have more than one orgasm, even when I’m alone––but I still want to feel him inside me. To see his face when he comes. To know I made that happen for him.
He smiles at my admission and moves back to the end of the bed. I start to scoot up so he can move on top of me, but his hand snaps out to grip my hip, stopping the movement.
“Stay just like this,” he says, pushing his underwear down to free his erection.
Fuck, it’s perfect. Big, but not too big, with thick veins running beneath silky skin. The tip is swollen and leaking, and I want to rub my thumb over it. When I reach toward it, Dallas grips my wrist with a self-deprecating chuckle.
“Not right now. I won’t last if you touch it, and I really want to make you come again before I do.”
I swallow thickly and nod. I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s bound to fail. Maybe I can fake it? I don’t want him to feel like a failure when the problem is mine, not his.
“What’s wrong?”
I dig through the fog of my thoughts and see him standing there, his body stiff as he stands there naked with the still-wrapped condom clutched in his fist. I shake my head.
“Nothing.”
“Josette.”
“Really. It’s nothing.”
Fuck, I’ve ruined the mood. I should get dressed and go home.
“You promised to tell me if I did anything that made you uncomfortable. Please don’t shut me out now.”
I inhale a shaky breath and nod. “It’s what you said about me…having another orgasm. I can’t do that. I mean, I’m not able to––”
My words cut off when he shoots me a grin and tilts his head. “So, is that a challenge?”
“I’m being serious,” I say, fighting the way my lips try to tilt up.
“So, am I,” he says, his smile dropping. “Just because it hasn’t happened yet doesn’t mean it can’t happen. It just means it hasn’t happened yet .”
“I just don’t want you to be upset if I can’t…you know.”
“I won’t be,” he says, his tone solemn. “I promise. If you can’t have multiple orgasms, you can’t. That doesn’t mean I won’t try, though.”
I nod again, and he drops the condom on the bed beside me. Bending at the waist, he tries to push his face between my thighs, but I panic and stop him with a palm to his forehead.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving myself better odds,” he says, grinning again. “That conversation has you all in your head now, and I need you thinking about nothing but me and how good I make you feel.”
The thought of his mouth on me again makes my skin tingle, so I dip my chin and pull my hand away. He growls as he dives in, licking me before gently sucking my clit between his lips. I shout at the contact, still sensitive from the epic orgasm he just gave me. The intrusive thoughts slip right out of my head as I surrender to his ministrations. A breath later, I’m writhing with renewed need.
“Dallas,” I moan, and he gives me a long, tender lick before straightening to look down at me.
I hear a crinkling sound, and my gaze drops to watch him sheathing his beautiful cock. I dig my elbows into the mattress to scoot back up the bed so he can stretch over me, but his hands lock under my knees to hold me where I am.
“Don’t move,” he breathes.
He leans over me, bowing his back so he can nip at my breasts. I realize that with our height difference, he wouldn’t be able to do that if he were stretched over me. My face would probably be even with his chest, instead.
His erection notches at my entrance, and every thought flies right out of my head. My first instinct is to tense up and brace for the intrusion, but Dallas doesn’t push any further. He just feasts on my breasts with heated moans that make my blood race through my veins. Then, I feel his hands push between us, and my thoughts scatter again as a fingertip finds my clit and rubs soft, slow circles over it.
My hips buck at the contact, and we both groan as the move pushes the head of his cock inside me. Instead of going rigid like I have in the past, I lose my mind and give myself over to the delicious feelings. It’s like sensory overload but in the most glorious of ways, and I want more.
I need it.
Digging my heels into the mattress, I lift my hips––intentionally this time. Dallas seems to lose some of the control he’s maintained until now, growling and bucking his hips forward, filling me to the hilt. He freezes and lifts his head to stare down at me with a concerned expression.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, and I nod vigorously.
“Please,” I breathe. “More.”
He nods as chaotically as I just did, then pulls his hips back slightly, rocking inside me until I get used to the feeling. Electricity shoots up my spine before spreading to my extremities, and fuck, it’s never felt like this before. I don’t know what’s happening, but I really fucking like it.
Dallas drops over me again, this time, pressing his mouth to mine. I feel his cock sliding out of me, but before I can so much as grunt in protest, he drives his tongue into my mouth while simultaneously snapping his hips forward. And all the while, his finger works my clit.
My head feels fuzzy as if all the blood in my body is rushing to my core. A mass of energy builds there as Dallas sets a pace, pumping into me as his tongue dances with mine and his finger works my clit like a violin. I have a vague notion of the sounds I’m making with each exhale of breath, but I don’t have the bandwidth to try to stop or be embarrassed. All of my focus is on the buzz building in my core.
Dallas moves faster, his hips snapping forward in a superhuman rhythm. His angle shifts slightly, and on the next thrust, his cock hits that spot his fingers found inside me earlier.
It’s too much.
I scream and buck as all that energy that had been building suddenly explodes. The power shoots through every single one of my veins, and my channel floods, drowning Dallas’ cock before gushing out to soak the edge of the bed beneath me.
Dallas lets out a feral roar as his hips pump even faster. The pressure on my clit disappears just before his hands clamp around my hips, holding me in place while he drives into me for several more beats. Then he pushes deep and freezes, and I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his own release.
His breaths waft over my face in the stillness that follows, and I open my eyes to find his face directly above mine. He’s grinning as he huffs through his open mouth, and I find myself grinning back at him in the same happy, almost maniacal way.
That was…incredible.
Astonishing.
Downright miraculous.
“You are perfect,” he whispers, then dips his head to press a gentle kiss to my lips.
Fuck me. I think I’m in love.
Okay, maybe it’s not love yet.
But I’m in serious like.
And I actually think he likes me back.
Fuck me.