Chapter 16 – Dakota #2
Reese let his gaze travel slowly down the length of my body, and when his eyes finally found their way back to mine, he narrowed them and asked, “Why?”
“Because it’ll make me feel better.”
“And why do I care how you feel?”
“Because you do.”
“No, I don’t,” he muttered while moving toward me, his words once again at complete odds with his actions.
He totally cared.
He sank one knee down by my hip, then hesitated. “How…I mean, where should I—” He gestured at my body with an irritated fling of his hand, like it was annoying him that he couldn’t figure out how to lie on me. Like he’d never lain with or cuddled another person before.
He was killing me, and it took all my willpower to not just drag him onto my lap.
Hmm, how should he lie on me?
“Turn around,” I said, a smile stretching across my face at his skeptical expression. “Go on, I’ll put you where I want you. You don’t have to do any work or think about it at all.”
His cheeks darkened, and fuck I wanted to bite them so badly.
Reese pulled his knee off the bed, then moved until his back was to me, but kept his head turned toward me so he could watch me.
I sat up, pulled him toward me until the back of his legs hit the bed, then wrapped one arm around his waist, slid the other hand down the back of his thigh and pulled him on top of me.
He made a startled sound and grabbed onto my forearms, but didn’t resist when I settled back on the pillows and pulled him closer, nestling him between my legs.
Mine were so much longer than his, and fuck if I didn’t love that.
He was like a little pocket demon I wanted to carry around with me everywhere.
“Dakota…” The uncertainty in his voice made me want to wrap all my limbs around him and protect him from everything, to keep him here in my arms so I could always keep him safe.
“Mm?”
He shifted slightly, which only put his ass more firmly against my dick.
“Do you feel better now?”
Fuck yes I did.
“Uh-uh. Not quite. Just a little longer.”
Reese sighed heavily, then let himself sink back against me. Did he realize he was moving his thumb back and forth across my skin? I wasn’t about to point it out because then he’d stop.
“Let me know when you feel better,” he mumbled, turning his head slightly until I could feel his slow puffs of breath against my bicep.
He fell asleep holding my arm, his face turned to the side and pressing hard into my chest, like he wanted to breathe me in even if he suffocated.
Or at least, that’s what I was going to pretend.
He looked so goddamn sweet when he was asleep. I carefully brushed his hair aside so I could see his face. It was completely relaxed, all those lines of worry and anger smoothed away.
He’d had another nightmare last night. He didn’t get up and move around in his sleep, but he was very distressed and did a lot of talking and crying.
No wonder he was so tired.
It must be exhausting to be him. Always on the defensive, keeping his guard up. I wasn’t sure what secrets he was holding onto, what past hurts were invading his dreams, but I wanted to save him from them.
Would he tell me about them some day? Would he ever trust me enough to give me more of his secrets? To let me carry some of these heavy things weighing him down?
He seemed to sleep just fine whenever he was with me, and that was one of the reasons I’d wanted to hold him. I was hoping he’d fall asleep, or at least unwind enough to recharge a little. He looked so tired today, and he needed proper rest so he could get better.
I wasn’t sure how long he slept or when I also drifted off, but at some point I was drawn out of a thick, hazy fog by a low moan.
Instantly awake, I took a deep breath and ended up squeezing Reese against me, blinking down at his head. He was shifting restlessly on me and making soft sounds that were waking up other parts of my body.
And when I moved my gaze lower, the enormous wet spot at the front of his pants—coupled with his very large, very obvious erection—made me freeze.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Was he still sleeping? He was moving his hips in slow, erotic thrusts that were about to send me over the edge. His face was still turned into my chest, right next to my nipple.
“Reese?”
“Hmm.”
“Are you awake?”
He took a deep breath, then let go of my arm and slid his hand down his stomach to his cock, curving his fingers over the rigid length. He squeezed himself and moaned as he started grinding into his palm, and holy fucking shit, I couldn’t handle this.
“Reese.” I slid my fingers under his chin and gripped it, tilting his head so I could see his face. “Hey. Wake up, I’m dying here.”
He was definitely still half asleep, and he rubbed his cheek against my chest as his eyelashes fluttered open.
“Dakota?”
“Yeah. You’re doing that thing again.”
“Mmhmm. What thing?”
“That thing where you get really horny when you’re asleep. Were you dreaming about me again?”
Please say yes.
He stilled, then seemed to realize he was touching himself and quickly moved his hand away.
“No, I wasn’t.”
Reese moved up and down on my chest when I laughed, and he smacked my arm.
“Okay. You weren’t.” I let go of his chin and trailed my fingers down his chest to his stomach, pulling his shirt up to reveal his belly. “Can I help you?” I stroked my fingers across his stomach, right below his belly button, watching the muscles there flex under my touch.
He wrapped his hands around my forearms, the wet spot on the front of his pants growing, his dick standing out obscenely under the cotton.
“You’re just a horny, perverted bastard,” he said breathlessly. And then he began moving my hand down until my fingers were resting just above his pants.
Oh, fuck.
I bit his ear. “Only for you. The dirtiest of perverts.” I teased my index finger under his pants, just the tiniest bit, and he squeezed my arms and groaned.
“Look how much you’re leaking, Reese,” I murmured in his ear. “Please let me help you.” I grabbed the waistband and pulled up, making the material slide tighter against his hard length. His hips lifted just a little, and he made a small sound in his throat.
“Fuck,” he whispered. I let go of his pants, about to pull my hand back when he grabbed it and slid it lower, covering his cock with my palm and sliding me up his length to the wet spot.
Fuck me, I wasn’t gonna last.
I slipped my other hand under his shirt and found his nipple, going back and forth over the hard bud with the pad of my finger a few times.
Hearing his breathing pick up, seeing his chest move faster, watching him start to roll his hips so his cock was rubbing against my hand—all his responses were making me so fucking hard that thinking was getting difficult.
I tried to focus on him and not how turned on I was, so I nibbled on his ear and said lowly, “Let me help you with that, you could hurt yourself.”
“Yeah,” he panted, grinding up into my hand. I pressed down and gave him a little of what he was looking for, then pinched his nipple. His entire body shuddered when I dipped my tongue into his ear, and he bucked up into my hand as he cried out.
Oh, fuck, he liked that? Had sensitive ears? I wanted to find out what else was sensitive. I wanted to figure out everything he liked.
“You like that?”
“Dakota,” he moaned, and it sounded like a warning but he also sounded way too turned on for it be threatening in any way.
“Let me make you feel good. You don’t even have to take your pants off, I can just put my hand inside. Hmm? How does that sound? We can both do it, if you want.”
I wanted to see his face, but being able to look down his body like this, to hold him like this, was almost as good.
He still had his hands wrapped around my forearms, fingers squeezing into my skin as he trembled against me.
He could probably feel my erection against his ass at this point, especially because he was rubbing into it as he pushed his own cock into my palm.
Instead of answering me, he pulled my hand off his cock and guided it to the top of his pants, sliding my fingers underneath.
My thighs tensed when I realized this was him saying yes, and I flattened my palm against his chest and pulled him against me even tighter, groaning into his hair.
“Fuck, Reese. I’m gonna make you feel so good. So, so good.”
“Shut up,” he panted, pushing my hand further into his pants until my fingers brushed against the coarse hair underneath, and then the hot length of his cock.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, wrapping my fingers around the velvety shaft.
He was fucking big. He jolted against me with a loud cry, then pushed himself into my hand, trying to get me to stroke him.
“You’re so damn hard.” His precum had smeared everywhere, and I rubbed it down his length, then stroked back up to the tip to get more.
“Dakota, just—unnngh, oh, fuck, fuck,” he moaned when I squeezed him hard on an upstroke, then curled my palm over his crown.
The way he moaned was driving me up the goddamn wall.
“How do you do it when you’re by yourself?” I asked, slowly stroking up and down and listening to the delicious little hitches in his breathing. “Soft and slow? Or fast and hard? How do you like it, darling?”
Every time he moved his hips, he slid that soft, full ass against my throbbing cock, sending continuous jolts of pleasure through my entire system.
He slid his hand down over mine, so I moved my hand and let him hold himself, then wrapped my fingers around his so we were both holding his cock.
“Show me how you do it,” I rasped, licking his ear. He jolted and squeezed himself, so I squeezed too, and then he started moving his hand up and down. I brushed my thumb back and forth over his nipple, and he drew his legs up with a small sound, spreading them a bit more.
“Does that feel good?”
“Fucking—yes, god, hell, fuck,” he panted, and I almost laughed because he wasn’t even making sense, but all that mattered was that he was liking this.
“Do you know how sexy you are?”
“Shut up,” he breathed, reaching behind him to try and put his hand over my mouth. I abandoned his nipple and captured his hand, pulled it toward my lips, and sucked three of his fingers inside.
He bucked, stomach muscles clenching as he practically melted into me with a long, sexy moan. I slid my tongue around his fingers, obsessed with every minute reaction I was getting from him.
“Dakota,” he panted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Were you dreaming about me? Is that why you’re like this?”
“Unngh—yes,” he said, and there was a hint of anger in his tone, like he was pissed that he’d been dreaming about me.
“What was I doing? Tell me what I was doing in your dream.”
“You were—oh, fuck—you were sucking me off,” he admitted, and I almost came right then and there. Almost moved out from under him to slide down his body and take him in my mouth.
Reese shifted his feet until they were resting on my shins, toes curling into my skin, and my heart banged against my rib cage.
It was almost hard to believe he was here, that this was happening, that he was letting me do this, that he wanted to do something like this with me.
Me.
“Dakota,” he said hoarsely, and then he just kept saying my name over and over again, pushing his ass back onto my cock, grinding against me.
At some point, he became so lost in how good it felt that he wasn’t even capable of moving by himself anymore, so I took over, shuttling our hands up and down his shaft, faster and faster, until he threw his head back and came with the loudest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard.
My own orgasm burst through me, and I bit down on his ear to stifle my moans, pushing up into his ass with every wave of ecstasy.
Everything dimmed as the intense euphoria sparked through my system, and all I could do was hold onto Reese as my muscles tensed up and I stopped breathing.
When it began to fade, Reese was still moaning loudly, so I slid my trembling hand over his mouth.
“Shh. You’re gonna wake up the entire floor. ”
He grabbed my hand and moved it away. “What—Dakota, nobody’s even here!”
I rolled my hips up, pressing my sensitive cock into him. “Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re mad at me. Like I’m in trouble. You should punish me, Reese.”
“You literally just came and you’re hard again? What the fuck is that?”
“I’m a young, virile man—”
“Please never say virile again.”
I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing tight. “You’re so cranky and adorable.” I kissed the side of his head, and he tried shoving my face away from him. “Thanks for letting me hold you. I definitely feel better now.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” he grumbled.
“Do you feel better?”
He sighed, then sat up and pushed my leg over so he could scoot to the edge of the bed.
Disappointment crawled through me, and I tried not to let it show. But when I saw his face, that disappointment became a profound satisfaction that swelled in my chest.
He was so flustered right now that I wanted to lick every inch of his red face.
He wasn’t regretting it, he was just embarrassed.
Fuck, why was that turning me on? I really was a perverted bastard.
“Um, I need to go shower,” he said, hurrying to the bathroom without looking at me.
It was so, so hard not to go after him, scoop him up, and rub my face all over his.
I had no idea how to describe the feelings that kept multiplying whenever I was with him. How happy I was just to be near him.
He treated me like me. Not Dakota Voss, the child prodigy that had disfigured himself and spent a year in the nuthouse.
Just Dakota. The boy who’d been adopted into a horror show of a family and hadn’t ever really had anyone see him for who he was.
I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of the shower and wondering how long it was going to take me to break down his walls.
The shower was still going after thirty minutes, and even though I wanted to bust the door down and make sure he was okay, I didn’t have that right and he’d just resent me for continuing to cross the lines he was drawing. I could hear him in there, moving around. He was fine. He’d be fine.
I got up and put on my jacket and shoes, then quietly left to go sit beneath the willow to give him the space he needed right now.