Chapter 22 – Dakota #3
I didn’t have a name for this feeling welling up inside me. It was hot and extreme and made me want to do whatever it took to make him happy. To keep him happy.
To keep him.
I would never, ever, take his trust for granted, and would do everything to show him that I treasured it.
“Stop smiling like that, it’s creepy,” he muttered, but the dark flush across his face and chest gave him away. He had his own built-in lie detector that betrayed him at every turn.
My smile widened, and I flexed my fingers against his skin. “We’ll see how long you last.”
“Longer than you, I bet.”
“Okay. Let’s make a deal. If you last longer than five seconds, then I’ll do whatever you want. If I make you come in five seconds or less, then you have to do whatever I want. Sound good?”
“Okay. I’ll play.”
I winked at him. “Alright. Get ready to lose, tiger.”
I lifted him higher, just a few inches, gripping him tight to make sure he felt safe. I spread his legs a little wider, exposing even more of him to me, and the fact that he was letting me do this was almost unbelievable.
He was so perfect and precious and I was going to make him come in less than five seconds.
Although, I really wouldn’t mind doing whatever he wanted. Unless he wanted me to leave him alone.
That I couldn’t do.
I looked up into his eyes, stuck my tongue out and let it rest underneath his crown for a few seconds, then licked up to his slit, tasting the precum. His eyes fluttered shut, then open again, his fingers flexing in my hair.
When I closed my lips around the crown, he bucked. His cock slid deeper as he moaned and rolled his hips forward. When he pressed against the back of my throat, I gagged and pulled off him.
“Oh, fuck, sorry,” he gasped, staring down at me with a drugged-out look.
He didn’t look very sorry, and I didn’t want him to be sorry anyway.
“You’re gonna choke me to death with that thing,” I laughed. “I guess there are worse ways to go.”
Reese was still lost in whatever haze of pleasure he’d been trapped in, and he said throatily, “Your mouth feels so fucking good. It’s so soft and warm.”
My cock pulsed as his words scraped against my skin, and holy fucking shit, all he had to do was talk to me and I’d come.
The thought that I might come with his dick in my mouth and his voice in my ear made me even harder.
I closed my lips around him again, sliding down until he hit the back of my throat, and when he jerked and started moaning, his hot cum shooting down my throat, fingers twisting painfully in my hair, I smiled and swallowed every last drop.
He shoved my head back when I kept tonguing him. “Okay, it’s starting to hurt.”
“I win. Now it’s my turn,” I said, lowering him down the wall until his ass was touching my cock.
“Wait, what are you—”
He grabbed onto my shoulders with a startled sound as I started thrusting between his cheeks. “Wrap your legs around me,” I rasped, helping him get his legs around my waist.
“Dakota—”
“I’m not going in, just hold onto me.” I slid my hands down to palm his ass, squeezing his cheeks around my cock as I pumped between them. He started moaning in my ear.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and then his sharp little teeth were embedded in my neck, his velvety tongue rolling against my skin.
My hips stuttered and I came when he sucked as hard as he could, his moan vibrating through my body. I slapped a hand against the wall to brace myself when my vision blinked out for a second, clutching Reese to me hard.
“Holy fuck,” I panted as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me.
“Looks like you only lasted five seconds, too,” he panted in my ear. “It’s a tie.”
I laughed and smushed my face into his neck. “We should both get whatever we want.”
He trailed lazy fingers up and down my back, then started drawing shapes on my skin. “I’ll have to think about what I want.”
I drew back. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“What?” His cheeks were already flushed, but they grew even darker when I asked him that.
I slid my fingers into the crease of his ass, brushing against his hole.
“Dakota!” He screeched, squeezing me with his thighs so he could lift himself away from my hand.
“What? A lot of people like that.”
The glare he gave me made my heart pound. “Whose holes have you stuck your fucking fingers in?”
“No one’s. Yet.”
“Ever. I don’t want that.”
I smiled. “Okay. You can fuck me.”
The idea of him sliding that fat cock inside me, lazily thrusting in and out, had crossed my mind a few times.
Maybe more than a few times. Maybe a hundred times.
His eyes searched mine, and then he asked, “How long have you been thinking about this?”
I tilted my head back and looked up at the ceiling. “Ummm I’m not sure, since the first day we met?”
“You fucking…what?” He was so utterly baffled that when I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, he didn’t even react.
“Yeah. How long have you wanted me?”
Something strange flickered in his eyes, and I felt him tense up. He bit down on his bottom lip, then shrugged.
I pushed away the disappointment and looked down at his legs. At the series of dark marks I’d sucked and bitten into his skin. “You look good with my marks on you,” I told him, brushing my fingers over the tender skin of his thighs.
His tension dissolved, like he was thankful I’d changed the subject, and he traced a reverent finger over the marks he’d made on my neck, his eyes mapping his work, then sliding to mine. “So do you.”
I didn’t think he had any idea how beautiful he truly was. That when he let himself be fully in the present, there was a vibrant happiness that lit his eyes. Gold and green, my favorite colors now.
“I do, don’t I?” I said with a smirk.
He pinched my arm, but when I leaned in and whispered “Kiss me? Please?” all that green and gold blazed with something fierce and resolute.
He moved in close enough that his lips brushed against mine when he said, “Goddamn horny pervert.” His smile melded to mine, buried itself in my soul, and for a moment that felt like an eternity, I thought I knew what love was.