Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
JAMIE
D illon yanked the covers off me. “Hey! That was mean.” I wrinkled my nose at him.
“I know, I’m sorry.” The smirk on his face said otherwise as he pulled me up and slipped a hoodie over my head. I buried my nose in the material and inhaled his sea-salt scent. I couldn’t help the groan that slipped from my lips.
Dillon chuckled. “Now is not the time for that.” I snickered and stuck my tongue out at him as he worked some butter-soft sweatpants up my legs. They were massive and hung off my feet by several inches.
“I look like an idiot,” I grumbled. Dillon sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and shook his head instead of answering me.
After putting my shoes on, he pulled me from the bed and laced our fingers together. His rough calloused palm swallowed mine, but I loved how we looked together and how damn hot that rose tattoo on his hand looked. We were opposites in every way, but it was like we were made for each other.
“No. You look like mine.” The possessive growl in his voice made every nerve in my body spark to life ,and my heart did a backflip. “You ready to get out of here?” A small smile played around my lips but instead of answering, I pushed up onto my tiptoes, grabbed the toggles of Dillon’s hoodie, and pulled him down to me so I could fuse his lips with mine. His sharp inhale made me preen as I licked into his mouth. His taste burst across my tongue, making me groan. I needed this. Needed him to make me forget.
I pulled back and couldn’t help the chuckle that left me as I took in his dazed expression. “Yes.”
“Well, alright then.” He cleared his throat and adjusted himself before giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
The party was in full force when we made it down the stairs, and even though no one paid us a blind bit of notice, we stuck to the shadows. We slipped out of the party house like thieves in the night and stole away in Dillon’s truck. As we drove across town, I wondered if it would always be like this—him and me—hiding in the dark. A secret that could never be shared with the world. I shook my head and stared out the window, watching the streetlights pass us by and let that thought go.
Campus was quiet when we arrived, which wasn’t surprising since it was nearly one in the morning. Like a gentleman, Dillon got out of the truck and opened my door for me, taking my hand as I hopped out. Before I could head to my building, he pushed me up against his truck and devoured my mouth until I was a panting molten mess of need. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re irresistible.” His mouth curled into a grin.
I blushed as his words lit me up from the inside, “Um, thanks.” His answering chuckle gave the night some much needed levity, and I could finally breathe.
We crossed the lot, arms brushing with each step, but it was like a wall had been erected between us—a space neither of us could cross. Before my mind could start to spiral, Dillon stopped and turned to me. “Will you come up?” He nodded his head toward his building, and my heart took flight. “Don’t look so shocked, little crow.” He cupped my face and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it down. Dillon groaned and squeezed his hard length under his pants. “I can’t get the image of your lips wrapped around my cock out of my mind, and it’s driving me insane.”
I smirked. “It was fun.”
He shook his head and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me along behind him as I struggled to keep up with the urgency of his long stride. I don’t remember entering the building or the ride to his floor in the elevator. The world around us ceased to exist until he threw me on his bed, and his large body blanketed me.
“I didn’t bring you here for this,” he breathed against my lips. The heat in his eyes and the gravelly tone of his lust-filled voice turned my clothes to ash. “I just didn’t want to let you go.” He bit his lip, a groan stuck in his throat. Dillon rested his forehead against mine as I breathed in his exhale. Each inhale had me embedding him in my lungs, closer to my heart than he could ever physically be. I wanted to drink him down and fuse him with my blood, make him part of my DNA so no matter how much distance was between us, he’d always be with me.
His face was silhouetted against the darkness, and as I stared into his dark eyes, I forgot how to breathe. “I want it all with you, Dil.” He sucked in a sharp inhale, and he trailed trembling fingers down my cheek. “I want you to have all of me. Everything I am is yours.” I licked my lips. “I couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else.”
“Jamie.” My name on his lips was a prayer. A promise. An oath that was tattooed on my heart. “I want everything with you too.” His lips brushed mine, and it felt like he was caressing my soul.
“Make love to me, Dillon. Make me forget,” I pleaded as I peppered biting kisses down his neck, teasing his stubble with the tip of my tongue. “Make me yours in every way.”
“Fuck. Me.” He groaned and settled between my legs. The weight of his erection burned through the layers that separate us, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Always more.
“Off. Off. Off.” My hands scrabbled at his back, yanking and tugging his hoodie but falling to remove it. I growled in frustration. I was consumed by the need to feel his skin on mine.
“Patience, baby.” He sucked the pulse point of my neck to the point of pain before laving it away with long torturous strokes of his tongue. My fingers sunk into his hair, and I pulled his head back to mine. I nibbled his bottom lip with teasing bites and flicks of my tongue, pulling back every time he tried to claim my mouth and take control. I wanted him to burn like I was. I wanted him consumed with the need that seared through my veins.
We lost ourselves in each other. Each brush of his lips against mine, every owning touch of his tongue stoked the fire raging inside me to an inferno. We moved with a synchronicity of lovers who’d been together for years. The push and pull of our carnal desire rendered me incapable of thinking beyond our next touch.
My world narrowed down to him and me. Us. The air between us. Two souls trapped in mortal skin, begging to be reunited. To be freed. “How can you be so perfect?” He whispered kisses across my chest and down my stomach, leaving a blistering trail of goosebumps in his wake. He stripped me of my clothes in the most sensual of ways. Dillon’s fingers grazed my heated skin and hooked on the top of the sweats I was wearing before pulling them down my legs. An appreciative growl tore from his bruised lips when his eyes locked on my jock. “Fuck.”
“Dillon.” I begged and pleaded with my words, hands, and eyes. “Please touch me.”
His dark eyes burned with the power of a thousand suns as he kissed and nipped his way up my legs. My muscles twitched as his lips teased my skin, and my cock grew painfully hard when his hot breath ghosted over the material of my jock. “So perfect.” He ran the tip of his nose along my length, inhaling deeply. The rumbling groan that passed his lips vibrated along my shaft, making my dick twitch. His rough hands kneaded the sensitive skin at the juncture of my thighs, and he chuckled as I shivered.
“Sensitive,” I said with a stuttering breath.
Dillon’s wicked smile was like a bullet to the heart as he leaned down and captured the top of my lacy jock and suckled my leaking tip through the material. “Mmmm,” he moaned. My hands fisted the sheets on his bed. His every touch lit me on fire, and I was fast approaching the point of spontaneously combusting.
“Dillon. Please.”
“You beg so sweetly, little crow.” With a final kiss to my straining dick, he grabbed the top of my jock and peeled it down until it hugged me under my balls. “Perfection.” Adoration and wonder bled from his whispered words. “Hold your legs for me baby, while I get you ready for me.”
He pushed my legs up, hand under my knees until they touched my chest. His hot wet tongue worked its way up my dick from root to tip. I threw my head back and let out an indecent moan. My entire body vibrated as he sat back on his knees and peeled his top off. My eyes roved over every inch of skin he exposed. Thick well defined abs, a smattering of dark hair that trailed down into his pants. He flicked open the button of his pants, looked up at me through his lashes, rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, and winked.
“You’re beautiful, Dillon.”
A look of confusion flickered across his dark features as he shucked off his pants and boxers. His thick length slapped against his abs, leaving a glistening wet trail. I licked my lips, remembering the weight of his dick on my tongue and his musky taste in my mouth.
I trailed my eyes over his perfect body as the weight of his heated gaze on my most intimate part felt like a physical caress. He looked at me with fascination and a carnal hunger that made me wetter than I’d ever been. I didn’t know how I was going to take him, but for him, I’d try anything.
“You’re wrong, Jamie. You’re the beautiful one here.”
Dillon braced his arms either side of me and stole my soul when his lips locked onto mine in a searing kiss that rendered me speechless. His tongue wrapped around mine, and I was lost to the sensation of his touch, and the safety I felt as he caged me in and took control of me. When he broke the kiss, both of us were left gasping. Not giving me the chance to reboot my brain, he nipped his way down my neck, scraping his teeth over my Adam’s apple and sucking on my collarbone. Lips and teeth bit, sucked, and grazed their way down my chest and stomach.
I gasped when he wrapped his lips around the flushed crown of my cock, suckling on it and pushing me to the edge of no return before pulling off with a resounding pop. I dug my fingers into my thighs as full body shudders rolled through me in ever increasing waves.
Dillon laid down on the bed between my legs. One hand grabbed my ass cheek, opening me up to him while a finger teased across my skin from my spine, along my cleft, and circled my entrance. I rocked my hips, needing to feel him inside me. Hot breath brushed my skin as he chuckled at my eagerness.
A wanton moan tore out of me as his hot wet tongue circled my puckered hole. He started with a long tantalizing swipe over my entrance before switching it up with little flicks and drugging sucks. The orgasm that had abated roared to life. Lightning skittered over my skin, down my spine, and straight to my full aching balls, which drew up and hugged the base of my dick with a pulse of their own.
“Oh my fucking god,” I shouted when Dillon suctioned his mouth over my hole and sucked it like he would my cock. My hand slipped off my leg and wrapped around my throbbing dick. I managed two strokes before he growled. “Hands off what belongs to me. No one gets to touch my cock but me.”
“Fuck me. I need to c-come.”
“All in good time, baby. All in good time.”
My ass was throbbing in time with my cock when Dillon’s tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscle. My body locked up tight at the intrusion before bliss flowed through me in drugging waves. He fucked my ass with his tongue until sweat slicked my sin, and I was begging like a whore. His finger teased my rim before it slipped in alongside his tongue and stroked my walls.
“Fuck. Fuck. Now, Dillon. Now,” I demanded and thrust my hips into his face as I tried to ride him from the bottom.
Another finger entered me, and the burn was everything I needed to stop me from splintering into a million pieces. “Such a greedy little hole.” Dillon’s voice was pure sex. My eyes fluttered open to see him kneeling between my legs, eyes fixed on where his fingers entered me. He was enraptured, like a man possessed with a singular focus. Nothing else existed to him but his finger in my ass. It was hot in the extreme. I’d dreamed of moments like this, but they had nothing on reality.
“Jamie?” My eyes snapped up to him at the hesitancy in his voice. “I need to feel all of you.” He licked his lips, groaning at the taste of me on his lips. “I had a full panel before the semester started. I haven’t been with anyone…”
It took my misfiring brain far too long to work out what he was saying, but I eventually put the pieces together. “I want that too.” I shuddered as his finger stole over a part of me that made electricity pulse through me. “I-I’ve never done this, so I’m safe… I don’t want anything between us. Ever.”
His eyes were wide, his fingers in my ass slowly scissoring and stretching me. “E-Ever?” he rasped.
I shook my head. “No. We promised to be each other’s firsts, remember?” Guilt had his open eyes shutting down, and he started to withdraw his fingers from my ass. I clamped my walls around him, keeping him where he belonged. Inside me.
“I-I…” Dillon shook his head.
“Hey, look at me,” I said softly. “That was a promise made as a child who didn’t know what the world would throw at us. I’m not angry you lived your life, babe. In fact, I’m glad you did. I wouldn’t have wanted you to suffer.”
Dillon’s eyes glistened in the muted light, but the anguish that crashed into him was a palpable force. “I… I never enjoyed it. Any of it. I did what I had to, to forget about you.” He winced as the words left his lips. They landed like a sucker punch, but I pushed them aside and focused on him. This moment and us. We would never be the same after this, after I gave him everything I was. My heart was on the line once again, but I trusted him not to break it.
“That’s in the past, Dillon.” I held my hand out to him and cupped his cheek. “Tonight is about us. It’s the beginning of our story.” He turned his head, nuzzled my hand, and placed a kiss on my palm before pulling his fingers from me. The click of a bottle cap made me tense. Cool liquid trickled down my crease and pooled around my entrance.
“I can’t wait to feel your body suck me inside you.” Slick fingers pushed inside me, coating my already stretched walls. Anticipation swelled inside me like a storm. He covered his length in lube and pinched his tip until he flinched. I looked at him with questions in my eyes. “I don’t want to come before I’m buried balls deep inside you, baby.”
“Oh.”
“Are you ready? I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
A blush heated my cheeks at the thought of his dick being inside me, but it had nothing on the way I hungered for the connection. The way I craved to feel him pushing inside me and owning me. “I’m ready, babe. Please.”
He swiped the blunt head of his cock up and down my crease, every pass had my fingers sinking deeper into my skin until his head notched at my hole. His dark eyes were obliterated with lust, filled with a need so fierce it rivaled my own. I nodded my head and bore down as he pushed into me. The burning stretch made me gasp and tense. Dillon wrapped his hand around my softening length and stroked it as he rolled his hips in time with his strokes until he was buried to the hilt inside me.
“Ahh. Fuck. Jamie,” he shouted. His cock throbbed inside me as he heaved lungfuls of air, trying to calm himself. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his back and pulling him in closer, forcing him deeper. Fuck, I loved being so full of him.
“Dillon. Please. Fuck me. I need you.” His eyes widened, and I nodded, silently begging him. “Please.”
“Fuck. Hold on, baby, because I can’t be gentle with you. I need you too much.” With his words still ringing in my ears, he pulled back until just the tip was inside me before thrusting back in one smooth forceful thrust that pushed me up the bed. A look of reverence stole across his face as perspiration beaded on his brow. I lost myself to the feel of his thick length dragging along my walls as his pace grew more forceful, more demanding, until the sound of skin slapping on skin drowned out our moans.
Grabbing my right leg, Dillon pulled it over his shoulder and changed the angle, deepening his strokes as his fat cockhead hit my prostate on every stroke. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” I chanted in between gasping breaths as he fucked the air right out of me.
“There is no god here. Just me, Jamie.” His large hand wrapped around my throat as he loomed over me. The possessive hold pushed me higher as his hips slapped my ass with every fierce thrust.
“D-D-Dillon,” I groaned and threw my head back. Liquid head pulled at the base of my spine and my cock thickened further. “I-I’m gonna…” His next thrust fractured my mind as my orgasm detonated inside me. I clamped down on his cock, making him groan, but I couldn’t focus on him as my vision whited out and thick ropes of cum spurted from my pulsing dick.
“That’s it baby, come on my cock.” Dillon fucked me through my orgasm, pushing me higher and higher until it felt like I was floating among the stars. He cursed, his thrusts stuttering before his body locked up tight, and he shouted his release. Hot cum filled me as my walls spasmed around him, clamping down on his dick and refusing to let it go. He lived inside me now. “Fuuckk, Jamie.”
My eyes fluttered as a warm cloth ran over my stomach, along my soft cock, and between my cheeks to my aching hole. “I’m so sorry, baby. I was so rough with you, but I couldn’t help myself. You consumed every atom of my being. All I saw was you, all I could feel was you, and I lost myself. I’m sorry.”
I kissed him to shut him up. He tasted like mint as his tongue licked along my bottom lip. Dillon pulled back when I opened for him and chuckled when I huffed. “Happy birthday, Dillon.”
“You need to sleep, little crow. So do I. It’s nearly sunrise.” His voice faded into a dream, one where we were happy and living together. I don’t remember falling asleep because reality felt like the very best dream.
When I opened my eyes again, bright sunlight blinded me until I was seeing stars. I screwed my eyes shut and pulled the covers over my head. The movement of the sheets assaulted me with the scent of sex and Dillon. A wide smile bloomed on my lips as memories of the previous night filtered through my mind. It was so perfect, it felt like I’d gone to heaven, but the twinge in my ass made it real.
“Holy shit.” I giggled as joy radiated through every cell in my body. I felt like I was floating. I didn’t want this blissful moment to end, so I shut my eyes, breathed in our combined scent, and let my memory give me a blow-by-blow replay. My dick thickened against my stomach. I wrapped my hand around it and gave myself a few strokes before swiping my thumb over my leaking tip. It didn’t take long before I spilled all over myself. I sighed as euphoria made me go lax, easing the nervous energy starting to creep up on me.
I had stuff I needed to do, like find my phone, check on Ava and Mal, and finish a calculus assignment. And where was Dillon? I called out his name, but there was no answer. I pushed the sheet down my legs and gingerly slid out of bed. “Dil?” Doubt crept in when I was met by silence. He wouldn’t take my virginity and leave me, would he? I shook my head. He was a top athlete, so was probably doing athletic stuff. I shuddered at the thought.
A nice hot shower would be the best thing to do while I waited for him to come back. I waddled to his bathroom, the ache in my ass only growing more and more apparent, but I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I stepped into the cubicle and turned the water on.
The shower worked its magic. My skin might have been as red as a strawberry, but my muscles were liquefied. I felt lighter as I searched through Dillon’s closet and helped myself to a clean pair of sweats. I had to roll up the waistband so I didn’t trip over them or have a wardrobe malfunction, and they still ended up pooled around my feet. I grabbed a shirt off the floor by his side of the bed, because I wanted to be wrapped in his scent. It made me feel closer to him.
I found my bag discarded on his desk. I don’t remember bringing it with me from the party house, but my world began and ended with Dillon so I’m not surprised. A bomb could have gone off, and I wouldn’t have noticed. As I pulled my phone out, it buzzed in my hand, and the screen lit up.“Oh shit.” Twelve missed calls and twenty texts from Mal and Ava made my good mood plummet.
I clicked into our group chat and died.
Mal
Jamie, where are you?
Mal
Seriously, Jamie, call me!
Mal
Where the hell are you???
Mal
Please. Please call me, Jamie. I’m worried about you.
Ava
FFS angel, let us know you’re alive!
Mal
He’s not at the hospitals or police stations.
Ava
JAMIE!!!!
Hey guys, sorry, my phone died. I will see you soon.
Mal
You better come home soon.
Ava
Thank fuck you’re ok.
It wouldn’t be long until I was back; they could wait a few minutes. I turned my phone off and dropped it in my bag. My gaze snagged on the little black box I’d all but forgotten about. I don’t know what made me do it, but I pulled it out and looked at the USB stick.
“It’s now or never,” I muttered to myself.
I pulled it out and slipped it into Dillon’s laptop on his desk and turned it on. The silver laptop looked brand new, like he’d barely touched it. The screen flashed to life without any password security. I clicked through the menu until I found the right program to assess the USB and clicked on the folder.
It took a couple of minutes until it loaded, and I wondered if we’d go for breakfast or lunch when he got back. That thought died a thousand deaths as my eyes locked on the grainy image on the screen. It was me lying in bed in my dorm. I sucked in a shuddering breath and pressed play. My stomach churned as the minutes ticked by. Ice sheeted my skin, and I was cold to the marrow of my bones as I watched myself and Mal come and go from our room.
My stomach churned when the camera angle changed to one in a different corner of my room, showing me dressing, doing my homework, and playing on my phone. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh—” Vomit surged up my throat. I broke into a run and managed to get the toilet seat up before it rocketed from my mouth. The words “I FOUND YOU!” flashed in red behind my closed eyes, and the world spun off its axis as I flushed hot and cold before another wave of nausea hit.
“Jamie? Where are you, baby?” Dillon’s voice pulled me from unconsciousness. I groaned and pulled myself up from the chilly tile floor where I must have passed out. Why does my mouth taste like ass? Memories hit me, and I stumbled toward the sink. I couldn’t stay here. The USB stick was still in Dillon’s laptop, and I had to go search my room for cameras. With my heart pounding against my ribs like a herd of elephants, I quickly brushed my teeth and slipped out into his room, purposefully keeping my back to him.
“Hey,” I muttered, shuffling to his desk and slipping the USB into my pocket. Thick arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his body. Instead of melting like I wanted to, I stiffened.
“Jamie? What’s wrong?” Tension bled from him, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I pushed out of his embrace and searched for my shoes. “Nothing,” I said sharply and winced. “I’ve just, erm. I’ve gotta go. Got stuff to do.” I found them under the bed, slipped them on, and grabbed my bag.
“Baby, wait. Please.” His agonized tone almost killed me, but I couldn’t stay. I had to know who had been in my room. Was it real? Another prank? I didn’t know what the hell to think. “Jamie? Please look at me.”
Big fucking mistake. The absolute worst. Dillon looked wrecked at my dismissive attitude. “Look, I’m sorry, Dillon.” He recoiled as if my words had physically struck him. “Last night was great and all. B-but I’ve got to be somewhere. Sorry.” The words came out all wrong, and my heart splintered as his hitched breath resonated around the room.
“Great. He said g-great—” The last words I heard broke into a soul-shattering cry as I pushed through the door and let it slam shut behind me.
“What have I done?” I whimpered as tears seared down my cheeks. The acidic tang of bile lingered in my mouth, getting stronger with each panicked breath I sucked in as I ran. Ran from the one person who would protect me above all else. I was safe with him. He was my home. But I loved him too much to drag him into this. I loved him enough to protect him from my world.
Even if that meant hurting him.