Chapter 20 Dakota
DAKOTA
How is he not sick of me yet?
How have I not screwed this up?
I honestly don’t have the answers. I keep trying not to screw this up by staying in my head, just knowing the next thing I say or do could mess up the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to me—but so far, I haven’t.
He asked me to stay the night. In his home. The home he shares part-time with his little girl, who I know is his whole world. And it may be jumping way ahead—but to me, that’s serious.
To me, that means he wants me to be part of his world. That and suggesting I meet his daughter. This isn’t just a hookup or fling to him. It’s real. And I so desperately want to hold onto that. Never let it go.
My first instinct when he asked if I’d stay was to run. I hate that about myself. I want more than anything to be with him, but I’m not used to this. I’m not used to feeling like someone wants to take care of me. Cherish me. Wants me.
We both climb into the shower, barely able to keep our lips and hands off each other long enough to scrub off the mess our passion created. But I don’t care. I want him in every way I can have him.
Both our cocks are half hard already, my hands trailing over every part of his body I can reach.
My lips skim over his throat and down his broad, chiseled chest. I love the way the muscles in his arms flex tight as my fingers brush over each one.
My fingers slide down over his arms to his hands, where I slide my fingers through his, thrusting my hard cock against his as my lips find their way up to his again, devouring him.
“I got tested last week,” I say against his mouth.
His lips stop moving against mine as he seems to process the words I’m saying. There’s no verbal response, but I feel his cock jerk against mine, as if he knows where I’m going with this.
My heart beats faster and faster, even though I know where I’m going with this. He just came down my throat. Obviously, we already have trust between us, but I need this final little step.
We’re adults. We need to use our words.
I squeeze both his hands in mine, then pull back just enough to see his eyes. “I know you’ve only been with one person . . .”
“I was tested after we divorced. I knew she’d never cheat on me and put me in danger, but . . .”
I nod, not needing him to finish that. I don’t need him rehashing the hurt he felt at the time of his divorce. “All was good?” I ask, though I know without a doubt that he would never put me in danger. How? It’s just another thing I can’t quite explain but know as a truth I’ll never dispute.
He nods and then releases one of my hands, dragging his fingers up my stomach, between my pecs. The sensation so good, my eyes drift shut for a moment until I feel his fingers brushing over my cheek.
I open my eyes and see desire in his gaze, but I also see excitement. The certainty. “What are you saying?”
I swallow hard, my throat aching with the motion, but I force myself to go on. Never feeling more sure of anything in my life. “I want you inside me. I need it like I’ve never needed anything in my life.”
“Have you ever . . .” He bites back the question, like he’s not sure whether he wants to know or not.
I tell him the truth though. “I have, but it’ll be different with you.
And I’ve never gone without a condom before, like I know I want to with you.
” Nerves hit me now. Not that I’m nervous about him being inside me—though it has been almost a decade since I’ve been fucked and since I’ve done the fucking.
After my boyfriend in college, I didn’t trust anyone to do that, and I didn’t want to do that with anyone else. It was always frenzied hand jobs and sometimes blowjobs, but that was it.
“I want that,” he says, his hand smoothing over my cheek and his fingers sliding into my hair. “I want everything with you. But when do I get a turn?”
My dick jumps between us, fully hard and ready to go now at the thought of sliding into his tight heat. I want that too. No doubt about it, but there’s something inside me—a vulnerable, achy piece of me that needs him tonight.
“Soon.” I lean in and kiss him. “But tonight, I need you.”
He doesn’t say anything else. Just washes the soap from my body, using his big hands to soothe my nerves, and then rinses himself off before turning off the water.
After handing me a really fluffy towel—that seems like it belongs more in a fancy hotel rather than a bachelor’s home—we dry off, and he leads me to his large bed.
I like that it’s disheveled still, totally unmade and in contrast to the rest of his house, which is awfully neat and tidy.
“Please tell me you have lube?” I ask, staring at his sexy-as-hell, naked body.
He gives me a sly little smile before showing me his backside as he walks over to his bedside table. He opens the drawer and fishes around in there, but my eyes are glued to the muscles in his back and his firm, round ass. I feel woozy and nearly have to sit down just at the sight of him.
He grabs the bottle of lube, then walks confidently to me, one of his hands grabbing my hip and pulling me into him. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he says in a sexy rasp that’s doing nothing to unscramble my brain.
I lick my lips nervously, loving the intense way he looks at me. Loving everything about him. Loving . . .
Nope. I think blurting out that I’m in love with him right before we have sex has the potential of ruining everything. I bite the words back by leaning in and stealing his lips.
He tosses the lube on his bed and then absolutely consumes me. His big hand wraps around the back of my neck as he holds onto my hip with the other one and his mouth explores mine.
His tongue licks its way into my mouth as his hard cock slides against mine. We’re both leaking like crazy, both hard as steel, despite having come less than an hour ago. My entire body tingles, begging for release. My balls already pulled up tight to my body, my hole begging to be filled.
“Want you,” I say as we fall back onto the bed, his body blanketing mine.
“You have me.”
“You know what I mean,” I grunt, my brain barely working, and I’m getting needy and frustrated.
I want to kick him when I feel the curve of his smile against my lips.
“Let me take my time with you,” he breathes, and I want to argue, but the feeling of his lips sliding down over my neck as he makes his way down my body makes my eyes fall closed and my head tilt back into a calm like I’ve never known before.
Yes, I’m still turned-on, but I’m patient.
I want every second of him as his lips trail down my throat and over my shoulders, my arms, and then back up to my pecs and over each nipple.
I hiss when he flicks one of them with his tongue, but it turns into a groan when he runs the flat of it over the peaked nipple and then over the other before slowly moving down the groove between my pecs to my belly button.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says gruffly, moving his body down to settle between my legs.
He licks over my hip bones, using his hands to move my legs apart, bending them back gently and taking in the sight of my hard cock, tight balls, and then finally my hole.
I watch with wonder as he dips his head and licks a stripe up my cock, making me hiss with want and desire.
My cock jerks and pleads for more, but he doesn’t give it any more attention.
Just moving down to my balls, licking and sucking over them, driving me wild before his tongue circles my hole, making me jolt. “Gabe,” I gasp.
“You like that?” he asks, running his tongue over my rim slowly, his eyes peeking up at me, though he knows the answer to that.
“Do it again. Please,” I beg.
I feel the sinful smile against my skin before his tongue circles my hole again, over and over, softening it before he slides the appendage inside me. I cry out, my eyes slamming closed and my breathing picking up as I try to remain under control. I don’t want to come yet.
I need his dick inside me, but he slowly fucks me with his tongue, in and out, over and over again.
Taking time to circle my hole and then fucking me again with his tongue.
His hands move over my abs and my thighs like he still needs to touch me but knows it would all be over if he wrapped his hand around my cock like I’m silently begging him to do.
I hump the air and ride his face, unashamed and frantic.
“Please, please, please,” I chant, my fingers gripping his hair as I hold him between my cheeks, letting that tongue flick inside me, lighting up my nerve endings.
I’ve never had anyone eat me out before, and now that I know what I’ve been missing, I think I could easily get addicted. But I need his cock.
I need him to slide into me and feel that feeling of being full of him in every way. So despite how good it feels, I have to stop him. I tug on his hair, just enough to get his attention. He stops his blissful torture, looking up at me from between my eyes. “Your. Dick. Now,” I barely manage.
His pupils are blown wide, his smirk full of a sexy promise as he climbs up my body and doesn’t hesitate for one second before slamming his mouth against mine.
I taste myself on him, and it only makes me harder.
We slide our hard, leaking cocks together.
“You’re so tight. So warm,” he gasps in a biting kiss. “I can’t wait to slide into you.”
“Do it,” I beg, directing his cock to my hole, but he doesn’t slide in like I want him to.
He pulls back. “Turn over.”
I nearly headbutt him, trying to do as he says, and again, I want to kick him when I hear his laugh. He sits back on his knees while I roll over and push up on all fours, presenting my ass to him.
I don’t care how desperate I look. I am desperate, damn it.
“Fuck me.”
Again with his chuckle. I look back over my shoulder at him, ready to yell at him, but what I see takes my breath away, nearly making me choke on it. He’s kneeling behind me, his hand, covered in lube, stroking that long, thick cock as his eyes are trained on my hole.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I see the sincerity in his eyes even before his gaze lands on my face. “I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t care,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I need you.” I arch my back and look forward again because if I keep watching him watch me, I’m going to come without needing anything else.
I feel his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks open. I should probably feel embarrassed about him staring at my hole, but I don’t. Not at all.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sliding one slick finger inside me. I love the stretch, pushing back against him and rocking my hips, my arms straining to hold me up. He adds another finger to my already-soft hole, and I ride them, pushing back, begging for more but trying to be patient.
“Please. Fuck me. Your cock. Now. I’m ready. I’m goooood.” Okay, so I failed at being patient. That’s fine. I’m fine with it.
His deep chuckle rumbles through him, and then he’s slowly removing his fingers. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. More sure than anything else.” I feel empty and needy, wiggling back against him, seeking out his hard shaft. Needing to be filled. His big hand smooths over my back, holding me in place, and I grunt.
His hand moves up my back between my shoulder blades, and then the other guides his cock to my entrance, the tip just barely nudging my slicked hole.
“Gaaabe,” I whine impatiently.
His fingers tighten on my shoulder, and he slides inside me, taking his sweet time, but I don’t mind. I’m being filled and stretched wide. I can feel every twitch of his cock, every vein as he slides inside my body in one graceful move.
We both groan low and deep as he bottoms out inside me, his fingers digging into my skin. His free hand moves to my hip and digs in, holding me still for him as he draws back until he’s almost fully out of me and then slams back into me, over and over.
He pummels my prostate, making me see stars with my eyes slammed closed and my head thrown back. I’m living in this moment.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I push back against him as he keeps up the punishing pace, but then he stops moving, filling me so completely and blanketing my back as he kisses my neck.
“Don’t want this to end.”
My entire body is like a live wire. My cock leaks against the sheets of his bed, my balls drawn up so tight, I think it would just take one more hard press on my prostate to send me over the edge.
“We can do it again and again,” I promise.
I feel his lips curve up against my neck before he presses another kiss to my overheated flesh. When he pulls back though, and I think I’m going to get that last hard fuck into my body, he pulls all the way out instead.
“Gabe, nooooo,” I pant, my back bowing before I try to push back against him. Both his hands go to my hips.
“Roll over. Want to see you,” he commands, not giving me what I want, but I waste no time flipping over onto my back, instantly reaching for him.
I pull his mouth to mine as he kisses me hard and uses his hands to push my knees back and part them, finding my hole with his cock and slamming back home.
“Fuck. Yes,” I gasp against his lips and let him wreck me.
Taking me apart with each sure stroke into my body.
One of his hands wraps around my cock as I suck on his tongue and move with him until the orgasm washes over me, giving me no time to prepare.
Cum shoots from my dick between us as he strokes me through it with his hand.
His thick cock spears into me and hits my prostate, milking me dry before he tenses and moans into my mouth, coming deep inside me before collapsing on top of my body.
I feel light and floaty. He must feel it too because I hear the rough tremble of his laugh. And instead of worrying about the fact that he’s laughing after sex, I laugh with him.
Light and free.
That’s how Gabe makes me feel.