Chapter 26 – Reese
YOU BEND AND I brEAK
REESE
Iwas pretty sure Dean Voss was catching on to the fact that I’d been feeding him hot garbage since September.
If anyone deserved my lies, it was him.
“He’s incredible, Dean Voss. I’ve learned so much from him these past few months,” I said, putting some extra cheer into my voice.
Dean Voss tapped his finger against his desk, eyeing me with a distaste I was all too familiar with.
“Incredible?” he repeated dryly.
“Oh, yes. He’s so kind and generous, and he’s really helped me in one of our classes. I honestly don’t know why you wanted me to watch him for you, I haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary whatsoever.”
Dean Voss flicked an irritated hand toward the door. “You can go.”
If Everett fed him lies that disparaged Dakota’s character, I would feed him lies that elevated it. At the very least, I could piss the dean off or make him stop and think for once. To open his fucking eyes and see the truth.
I didn’t care if he decided to take my scholarship away anymore; the most important thing in my life right now was Dakota.
Everything else was just background noise.
When I got back to our room, opened the door, and saw what was waiting for me, I quickly stepped inside and slammed it shut.
“Dakota…”
“Mm?”
He was rifling through his dresser with his back to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his ass.
His bare, gorgeous ass that I wanted to lick and bite and suck and squeeze.
He was completely naked, from head to toe, and I was losing my damn mind.
He knew what he was doing.
Specifically, he knew what he was doing to me, and I was sure he was also aware that it was working.
It had been three weeks since the frat party incident—everything was an incident to Dakota—and things had been…good.
Really fucking good.
So good that I’d kept putting off telling him about the lie.
Putting it off and putting it off and pushing it to tomorrow.
And the longer I did that, the less I wanted to even tell him at all—because being with Dakota like this, him and me together every moment we were able, was reviving the part of me that had been slowly dying for the past ten years.
“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re making me horny.” Dakota was leaning against his dresser, arms folded on top of it as he stared at me over his shoulder.
“I’m trying not to hit you,” I muttered, my eyes glued to his ass. I wanted to bite it so fucking badly—right on top of the marks I’d left on him yesterday. He had marks all over his body, and I would often catch him looking in the mirror as he touched them and stared at his reflection.
He loved them so damn much.
He put his hand on his left ass cheek. “What, like my ass?”
My lips twitched. “No, your annoying mouth.”
“Like with your lips? Come on, darling. Hit me with a kiss.”
“Jesus Christ.” I rubbed my hands down my face with a groan, then went to lay on my bed, propping my head up on my hand to watch him.
He was such a motherfucker. A beautiful, conniving, breathtaking, playful, asshole of a motherfucker.
“You know what would look really hot on you?” I said, staring at that beautiful ass.
“What?”
“A neon pink jockstrap.”
He paused, then looked at me over his shoulder, a devious smirk on his face. “Oh yeah? You want me to wear that for you?”
“Yeah. I wanna fuck the violin prodigy wearing a slutty pink jockstrap just for me.”
Oh, he fucking liked the sound of that. He pressed his palm over his hard cock and closed his eyes.
He abruptly let go of himself and grabbed something out of his drawer. I watched his ass flex as he shifted his weight to his right foot, and then he dropped a piece of clothing on the ground.
“Oh, oops,” he said, smirking at me over his shoulder.
That was it.
I shot off my bed and vaulted onto his back as he started to bend over, wrapping all my limbs around him and biting down on his shoulder, grinding my erection into his back.
He moaned and fell onto his hands and knees, then started laughing. “Fuck, that got you that hard, huh?”
“Keep laughing, Dakota,” I growled.
He laughed again, then pushed to his knees, placing his hands under my thighs.
“You win, you rotten bastard,” I said breathlessly. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Right now?”
“Right fucking now.”
“Fuck yes.”
Dakota had been trying to convince me to “put my giant cock in him”, as he phrased it, for weeks now. And as much as I wanted to, I was really nervous. Terrified, actually. We were both inexperienced and I was afraid I’d mess up somehow, hurt him, break him, traumatize him.
So he tried to get me to capitulate by teasing and taunting me in the only way he knew how—strutting around in his little jockstraps, slowly undressing in front of me, sleeping naked with me, pressed tight against me.
And it worked.
“I got some more lube. And condoms. And did a bunch of research. I’m basically an expert now.”
“When did you get lube and condoms?” I climbed off him as he stood up and faced me.
He was always with me. We were always together when we weren’t in class, so when the fuck had he gotten them?
His lips began curving up. “Hmm, when was it?” he mused, pretending like he was trying to remember. “I guess it was right after the laundry room incident.”
I paused. “The laundry room incident?”
“That’s what I’ve been calling it in my head. The very first time you touched my dick. I’ll never forget it.”
He was naming our trysts now? This fucker. “Dakota, go lie down.”
“Fuck yes,” he said, flashing me a gorgeous smile.
He went to my bed and sat down, then stared at me hard while he fisted himself.
“Say my name,” he rasped, stroking slowly up to his crown.
“Dakota.”
His entire body shuddered, and fuck, the sight of him like that was too much. He was gonna make me come.
“Say it again.”
I walked over to him and pushed him down onto his back. “Shut up and put your wrists together.”
He shuddered and palmed his hard cock, rubbing up his length. “Fuck, Reese, you have no idea how turned on I am right now.”
I slapped his flank and said sharply, “Dakota!”
“Ah, shit, you said it again.” He shifted over, then lifted his arms above his head and put his wrists together, and I couldn’t stop staring at his achingly hard cock. His crown was wet with precum, and I wanted to lick it off.
“You’re gonna make me come just looking at it,” he said.
I felt like I was gonna come just looking at it.
“I love your eyes on me. When you look at me. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world, Reese.”
My stomach did a somersault. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Your gorgeous eyes, your gentle hands, your razor tongue. That mean little mouth. I love every part of you.”
My heart began to pound at those words, and I briefly met his eyes as my face heated. He was staring at me intently, but with a soft expression.
“Yeah?” My voice was too raspy.
I slipped the silky fabric of the tie around his wrists and through the bedpost, tying it tightly but not too tight. He flexed his fingers, and I trailed my hands down the undersides of his arms, all that gorgeous, lean muscle twitching under my touch.
When I climbed on top of him—fully clothed—he groaned and lifted his hips, pressing his cock against my ass.
“I think you’re a bit of a sadist. You have way too much fun torturing me.”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“I also think I’m a bit of a masochist, because I love it. You look so damn sexy on top me of me like this. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? Do you—”
I covered his mouth with my palm. “Be quiet, you goddamn horny bastard.” I tried to stop the smile, but it grew anyway, and then a laugh vibrated through my chest when he stuck his tongue out and licked my fingers.
I took my hand away and kissed him, then nudged his face to the side with my nose and bit down on his neck. He bucked beneath me, his hard length sliding against mine as he rolled his hips and moaned when I sucked.
“Put it in,” he rasped. “Put it in me, Reese.”
I groaned into his skin, rolling my hips against him. God he was so fucking beautiful like this, tied up, at my mercy, on display just for me.
Begging me to fuck him.
Begging me to fill him.
Desperate for me.
“I have to get you ready first.” I drew back and dragged my nails down his chest, relishing his full-body shudder.
“I’m gonna come as soon as you put those fingers in my ass,” he said, staring up at the ceiling with a resigned expression. I was pretty sure I was gonna ruin the whole thing and do the same.
Oh well, there was always next time.
Even though we hadn’t gone this far before, I still used my fingers to give Dakota what he wanted all the time.
He absolutely loved having my fingers filling him up.
Which was perfect, because I’d never wanted anything like that.
And getting to watch him fall apart—getting to be the one to take him apart—was one of the most empowering, exhilarating things I’d ever gotten to do.
Dakota was so unabashed whenever we did anything physical that it immediately crushed any nerves or hesitations I might’ve had into nothing. His confidence and obvious enjoyment, how he constantly told me how good it all felt, put me at ease in a way I never thought possible.
He always wanted to be facing me, too. So he could see me. Watch me.
“So where are the condoms? Because they’re not in the top drawer,” I said, raising my brows at him. Was he hiding them?
“Bottom drawer.” His lips quirked up as I rolled my eyes and went to get them.
When I returned, I got between his legs as his dark eyes followed my every move.
“Just do a little,” he said. “I’m seriously gonna come if you go for too long.”
Without a word, I popped the cap on the lube, drizzled it into my hand, and smiled when he whispered fuck.
His eyes were glued to my hand, even though he couldn’t see what I was doing. When I circled his rim, he gasped and his lips parted. His hole clenched around my finger as I pushed inside and Jesus he was so damn hot.