Chapter 14
“Dakota is havoc on my control.” ~ Rhett
Rhett
“L et me in,” I demand.
Dakota moans before opening. I don’t hesitate. I dive in. She tastes of strawberries and sin. Damn. I fucked up.
I was barely hanging on to my control before I tasted her. But now I know how she tastes, how she moans when I touch her, how she presses herself against me to get closer, and my control is shattering.
I dig my fingers into her hair and use the hold to yank her head back. I trace kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear.
“Tell me no,” I growl into her ear.
“W-w-what?” She stutters.
“Tell me no. I have no control when it comes to you. Tell me no, or I’m going to throw you on this bed and have my wicked way with you.”
“Does wicked way include me having an orgasm?”
I nip her bottom lip. “More than one.”
Her eyes flare. “More than one?”
I groan. “Tell me no, Havoc.”
“Havoc?”
“You came into my life and turned it upside down, Havoc.” She smirks and I tug on her hair. “Tell me no.”
“Why do you want me to say no?”
“Because I have no control when it comes to you. I will take and take from you until I wring every orgasm out of your body I can.”
I feel her chest move up and down against mine as her breathing quickens. “If you want me to say no, you need to stop promising to give me multiple orgasms.”
“Oh, Havoc, I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.”
“I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex before.”
I freeze. “What?”
Her cheeks darken. “Don’t make me say those words again. They were embarrassing enough the first time I said them.”
“No.” I pinch her chin. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. The men who weren’t able to pleasure you should be embarrassed.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but her face darkens further. “Man,” she squeaks.
“Sorry?”
“Man.” She glances away. “I’ve only been with one man.”
My cock presses against my zipper. It’s ready to show Dakota how good sex can be. To prove to her one orgasm is the minimum.
“Tell me no.”
Her brow wrinkles. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, walk away.”
“You don’t get it. My control is about to snap.”
She studies me, and her eyes grow calculating before she steps back. I drop my hold on her. She’s saying no. This is what I wanted I remind myself while my cock swears at me.
“I’ll…”
My words trail off when she grasps the hem of her tank top and whips it over her head, baring her chest to me. I nearly swallow my tongue. Dakota’s breasts are round and full – more than a handful.
My mouth waters. I want to explore with my lips and tongue, and hands. As I stare, her nipples harden. I moan. I haven’t touched her, and she’s already responsive to me. I can’t wait to see what happens when I do touch her soft skin.
“Yes. I say—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish before I’m on her. I circle her hips and lift her up until her breasts are level with my mouth. She grasps my shoulders to steady herself and I latch onto one of her pretty pink nipples. She arches into me and I hurry to set her on the bed before we tip over.
“Hands on the headboard.”
“But I want to touch you,” she pouts.
“If you touch me, I’ll be rutting into you like a damn animal in heat.”
She giggles. “I don’t think male animals go into heat.”
“If you want me to give you more than one orgasm, you need to listen to my orders, Havoc.”
Her eyes flare before she narrows them. “Mr. High and Mighty has arrived at the party.”
“Sass me and I won’t give you any.”
She bites her bottom lip as she gazes up at me from beneath her lashes. “I reserve the right to sass you if you don’t give me at least two orgasms.”
“Challenge accepted,” I mutter before grasping her shorts and yanking them down her legs, leaving her lying naked before me. “You weren’t wearing panties.”
“I don’t wear panties to bed.”
My cock twitches. It likes the idea of imagining our little havoc laying in bed without panties on.
“Hands on the headboard,” I order.
She stares at me as she slowly lifts her arms and grabs the headboard. The motion causes her breasts to jut forward. Fucking magnificent.
I draw a finger around her nipple. Her skin pebbles in response. Fucking magnificent.
“I love how sensitive your breasts are,” I mutter as I begin to knead and massage them.
I latch onto a nipple and swirl my tongue around it. Dakota moans before wrapping her legs around my waist.
I continue to tease her breasts as she rubs her naked core against my jeans-clad cock. My cock presses against my zipper. I’m going to have a zipper imprint, but I don’t dare remove my clothes. I won’t be able to resist sinking into her once I’m naked and she needs to come first.
I grasp a thigh with my free hand. “Legs on the bed.”
She whimpers.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.”
She drops her legs.
“Good girl.”
I caress her thigh. “Widen your legs for me.”
She doesn’t hesitate to follow my directions. There’s a first for everything.
I glide my fingers up her inner thigh, careful not to touch her core before reversing direction. I love how smooth her skin is. I could worship her curves for days.
She grunts.
“Is there something you want, Havoc?”
She squirms. “You know what I want.”
I blink up at her. “I do?”
She glares at me. “You promised me orgasms.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll come more than once tonight.”
She lifts her brows. “Tonight?”
I chuckle. “Are you impatient?”
“I’ve never had more than one orgasm before. Wouldn’t you be impatient?”
At the reminder of being the second man to pleasure her, I nearly lose my control. My cock pulses and my fingers itch to dive into her pussy to discover how warm and wet she is.
“You’re making it difficult for me to be gentle,” I grit out.
“Who asked for gentle? It must have been some other woman because it wasn’t me.”
I growl. I don’t want any other women. I want Dakota. No matter how much havoc she causes in my life. I want her.
Crap. I can’t let Dakota in. I need to protect the family from her. Except… I discovered her secrets tonight. Maybe I can take a chance on this woman.
I force those thoughts away. I’m not contemplating the future now. Right now, I’m going to make Dakota come so many times she forgets all about the asshole before me.
I tease her opening with my finger. “Is this what you want?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Or maybe this?” I circle her clit and she moans.
“Or is it both?” I inch one finger into her pussy while pressing my palm against her clit. Fuck. She feels better than I could have ever imagined. Let me in, my cock pleas.
I begin to pump my fingers into her and she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts.
“Has any man made you feel this good before?” I ask as I add another finger.
“No,” she gasps.
“Do you want any other man to make you feel this good?”
I regret the question the second it leaves my lips – I shouldn’t be making promises about the future together – but I can’t help myself. I have no control with Dakota. I want things from her I shouldn’t want. I can’t trust her, and without trust, there’s no chance for us.
“No.”
“Do you want to come for me?”
Her walls flutter around my fingers and I press my palm harder against her clit.
“Yes.”
I use my free hand to massage her breast. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes.”
“Then, come.” I tweak her nipple and she explodes. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as her back arches off the bed and her pussy pulses around my fingers.
“There you go, Havoc. Take what you need,” I murmur as I continue to pump into her until her climax wanes.
She collapses on the bed and her eyes slowly open. “Holy shit.”
I smirk. “We’re just getting started.”
I lick her taste off of my fingers and moan. “My Havoc tastes of strawberries and sin.”
Her eyes flare as she watches me.
“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth?”
She bites her lip as she contemplates her answer. “Maybe later.”
Thank fuck. There’s no way I can taste her without coming in my goddamn jeans like a teenaged boy.
Speaking of which. I roll off the bed and whip my t-shirt off. Dakota licks her lips as she watches me.
“Keep staring at me like you want to eat me and this won’t last very long.”
“You promised me multiple orgasms,” she sasses.
She’s going to be the death of me. I grab a condom from my back pocket – I refuse to think about why I put it there in the first place – before shoving my jeans down my legs.
My fingers tremble as I don the condom. I inhale a deep breath and reach for the control I’m famous for. I want to make this good for Dakota. I want her addicted to me. I want her to forget all about the asshat who didn’t know how to pleasure her. She should be obsessed with me. Think about me when she’s by herself. Not him. Me.
Damnit. Those are not the thoughts of a man in control.
I clear my throat and climb back on the bed with Dakota. I notch my cock at her entrance.
“Let me know if anything I do is too much.”
I wait for her nod before sinking into her. She feels better than anyone before her. I could become obsessed with her. With making her come. With watching her breasts jiggle as I pound into her.
Those are dangerous thoughts. I cut them off. I can’t trust Dakota. Without trust, there’s no way forward for us. This is a one-off occasion. Nothing more.