Chapter 21 – Dakota
DEVIOUS LITTLE DARLING
DAKOTA
Taunting the tiger was the best decision I’d ever made.
The feel of his hard cock rubbing against mine with every little movement was fucking incredible. He was so damn big, and the idea that this small little firecracker was carrying around a massive cock was insanely hot.
“Is that too tight?”
I looked up at his throat and jaw as he hovered over me, his attention on where he was tying my wrists to the post. He’d ditched my shirt for one of my neckties instead when he couldn’t get the shirt tight enough.
Fuck, he had a sexy throat. I could see one of the wings of that pretty butterfly on his cheek as it crept over his jaw, surrounded by pale, soft skin. So much to bite, so much to mark.
Reese sat back on my lap, still fully clothed. My dick was right under his ass, and the playful glint in his eyes as he started rocking his hips almost sent me over the edge.
“Answer the question,” he demanded with another roll of his hips.
“Fuck,” I panted. “I can’t answer if—oh my god.”
Reese ripped his shirt off and flung it across the room, and holy shit, the sight of that tight little stomach, the faint outline of his abs flexing and contracting as he moved on me, was so mind-numbingly sexy I couldn’t think anymore.
I wanted to grab onto his hips and feel him move under my hands, but they were tied up and fuck that only turned me on even more.
He set his hands on my chest, fingers flexing into my skin. “Is it too tight?”
Was what too tight?
His legs were spread wide, the bulge of his erection straining against his pants, and the flush that was spreading across his chest was so pretty.
“Yeah,” I whispered, trying to look at every inch of him at once.
He stopped moving, and disappointment and frustration had me frowning.
“Yeah? It’s too tight?” He started to reach past my head, and then I remembered what he was asking me.
“No,” I rushed out. “No, it’s not too tight. It’s fine. Put your hands back on me.”
He paused, then drew back and studied me closely, a little smile growing at the desperation in my voice.
He set his hands on my chest again, squeezing my pecs, then rubbing them, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. The sudden jolt of pleasure when he pinched one made me jerk beneath him, and precum spilled from my cock as I moaned.
“Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the orgasm. I was right on the fucking edge, and every little thing he was doing was threatening to drive me over.
“Open your eyes.”
“Reese, I’m literally about to come just from you touching me, and watching you do it isn’t helping.”
“Yeah? You like it that much?”
Something wet and warm swirled around my nipple, and my eyes flew open to find Reese positioned low on my chest, ass in the air, eyes on mine and that sexy pink tongue circling my nipple.
“You have no fucking idea,” I rasped, rolling my hips up, chasing those mind-melting bursts of euphoria that kept coming and coming and felt so fucking good.
Reese closed his lips over my nipple and sucked hard, and the sound that came out of me was like a strangled sob.
He bit down with those sharp little teeth as I rocked up into him, feeling like my body was on fire.
He sank his teeth even deeper, a piercing pain mixing with all that pleasure, then sucked as his tongue rolled against the sensitive bud again and again.
“I don’t—god, this is—unnngh, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come if you don’t—”
He pulled off my chest with the loudest, dirtiest smacking sound, then wiped his glistening red lips with the back of his hand.
“Fuck me, you’re so fucking hot,” I panted. I was losing my goddamn mind right now. Reese was scrambling my brain in the best way possible, and I needed—
“You like that?”
Oh, god, his voice was so husky now, and he had the wildest look in his eyes.
“More,” I said. “Touch me more.”
He leaned in close, his eyes a bright green ringed with gold.
They flashed down to my mouth, and he tilted his head a little, like he was going to kiss me.
He moved closer, closer—and then bypassed my mouth and pressed his cheek to mine, his deep voice in my ear soft and sinful.
“I’m gonna make you wish you hadn’t fucked with me.
” Something wet and hot touched my ear lobe, and then sharp little teeth were biting down on the sensitive flesh.
I bucked uncontrollably as an intense wave of pleasure rocked through me, and Reese moaned loudly, shuddering on top of me when our cocks rubbed together.
He moved his lips down to my neck and bit, then sucked, then bit and sucked and bit and sucked until the side of my neck was throbbing and I could barely breathe.
“Yes,” I groaned, my toes curling. “Yes, yes, yes, ah, fuck, fuck, unngh.”
He covered my mouth with his hand, drawing back to glare down at me. “If you don’t shut up, I’m gonna come. Moaning in my ear like that, fuck, Dakota.”
A burst of affection spread through me and god, I had all his attention. Every bit of it. It was all mine. His attention, his touch, his eyes, his words, his hands, his lips, everything, all of it, was mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
I licked his palm and thrust up into him, his sharp intake of breath so satisfying.
“Okay, you wanna play?” He smiled, and it was wicked and wild and my body didn’t feel big enough to contain all these feelings he was wringing from somewhere deep inside me. “Let’s play.”
He slid down my body, settling himself between my legs, and my heart jackhammered in my chest. Those pretty fingers curled over the waistband of my jock, and the wet spot had almost spread across the entirety of the front.
Reese palmed my cock, rubbed up the length once, then pulled aside the fabric until everything was revealed to his hungry, heated eyes. When he licked his lips, my balls started to draw up.
His gaze was rapt on my dick, and he slid one finger from the base to the sensitive part just beneath the crown. My eyes rolled back in my head when he kept going and moved it through my slit, gathering the precum and swirling it around the head.
When I felt something hot and wet glide along the underside, I jerked my head up to watch him. He had that filthy little tongue out, those gorgeous hazel eyes glued to my face as he licked up my shaft to the tip.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he whispered reverently, and I almost came when he closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against my cock—the one with the butterfly. The softness of his skin was like velvet on my dick, and I couldn’t help rocking into him, trying to feel it over every inch of me.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I said through heavy pants. “God, I love that mark. Please—”
He moved his hands, digging his thumbs into the crease of my groin, and the sudden spark of pleasure made my cock jump against his cheek. He dug his fingers into me, those blunt little nails pressing hard against my tender skin.
And then he moved lower, stuck his tongue out, and pulled one of my balls into his mouth, sucking gently.
I curled forward, unable to take my eyes off him, the sight of him between my legs and that pink tongue laving my balls sending a burning heat across every nerve ending until I was shaking.
“Fuck. Yes, like that. Yes, yes, yes.”
He let go of my sac and rasped, “Yeah? You like that?”
His warm breath fanned over my wet balls, and I wanted him to go lower and use those long, pretty fingers to fill me up.
“Can you fuck me?” I panted.
He paused, tongue out, about to lick my cock. “What?”
“With your fingers,” I clarified, although I wasn’t opposed to him using his dick at some point.
“Do you have lube?”
I nodded. “In my desk. Top drawer.”
He looked down at my cock and palmed it, pressing it to my stomach with a little squeeze.
I thrust into his hand, the sinful look in his eyes making my heart race.
He hopped off the bed and went to my desk, rifling through the drawer. He was back on the bed and between my legs in under ten seconds.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
He uncapped the lube, and fuck, I’d never been so turned on in my life. Lying here almost completely naked, hands tied above me and a devious little darling between my legs was intoxicating.
“Fuck yes, I’m sure.” I spread my legs wider and watched his face as he looked down at my hole. Pink bloomed across his cheeks, and his breathing became shallower.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then whispered “fuck” on the exhale.
He drizzled lube over my cock, spread it around by stroking me several times—fuck that felt so good—then poured a huge amount into his cupped hand. I twitched when he began spreading it around my hole, the feel of his fingers there strange. But good—because it was him.
I could hardly breathe as I watched him; he had such an expressive face, was so easy to read, and so fucking sexy right now. His eyes were hooded, lips parted as he watched his fingers.
There was a slight pressure at my hole, and I gasped as his thumb slid inside.
He glanced up at me. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, more, do more, Reese—”
He slipped his thumb deeper, and god it was just his thumb but the feel of it there, inside of me—
He pulled it out.
“What are you doing?” I asked hoarsely.
He was repositioning himself, getting a little lower, and when he met my gaze he smiled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you more.” He turned his head and kissed my thigh, bit into it and sucked on the skin, then kissed the spot he’d just ruined.
When he looked at me with the smuggest expression, lips curved in a devilish smile, I thought my heart might actually burst from my chest.
He was so fucking amazing. Beautiful and playful and sexy and sweet and cranky and hot and I wanted to have him forever. Him and all these things he made me feel. It was everything. He was everything.
He poured more lube into his hand, brought it to my hole, then wrapped the fingers of his other hand around my cock and began stroking me.