Chapter 31 Six Weeks Later
THAT STUPID SLUTTY JOCKSTRAP
DAKOTA
SIX WEEKS LATER
Damn, it was muggy in here.
I didn’t know anything about plants, or why they’d need such a humid environment. All I knew was that there were lots of tiger lilies in here, and they wouldn’t miss a few.
It was nice that they left the greenhouse unlocked this early in the morning; had there really never been any issues with tampering or stealing? I guessed not, because as long as I’d been coming to this campus—which was a long time—the greenhouse had always been unlocked.
I made my way past some pretty, colorful flowers whose names I didn’t know and would never know, past some really tall plants with huge leaves, past some things I knew were ferns—I wasn’t completely unknowledgeable—to the very back of the greenhouse, where all the lilies thrived.
I only knew they were called tiger lilies because when Val and I would come here sometimes, he would always tell me in a very annoyed tone that he didn’t know why someone had named them that.
He said they should’ve been called leopard lilies because they had spots, not stripes. And because of the alliteration.
Val liked words, and a hell of a lot more than me.
Although, he hadn’t been doing his word of the day since the party.
I was worried, but I knew he just needed time. Albert had basically forgotten about him since the party; he was too busy trying to grab all the pieces of his fractured life and put them back together. It wasn’t looking good for him, though.
Everett was still in jail. Albert refused to acknowledge his existence, too.
It kind of went without saying that he’d most likely never talk to me again. I was fine with that.
“Hello, lovely,” I murmured, fingering the soft petal of one. Should I get the whole stem or just the flower this time? Last time I’d gotten some of the stem, but if I got the entire stem this time, there would be a nice little leaf at the bottom.
I was overthinking it, I knew that, but Reese made me overthink everything.
I decided to go full stem, and plucked it from the base.
Perfect.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?”
Ah, fuck.
I turned and held the flower behind my back. “Hi, Mrs. Fulton, how are you on this beautiful muggy morning?”
“Dakota Voss, I watched you pick that flower with my own eyes! Do you know how long I’ve spent growing those? Do you? And why on earth are you coming here and stealing my flowers?”
Mrs. Fulton stomped closer with each angry word, the beads of her glasses holder swaying aggressively.
I rubbed the back of my neck and tried to look appropriately apologetic.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to pick them.
” That wasn’t a total lie; nowhere did it say you couldn’t pick the flowers.
I mean, it was common sense, yes, and common decency, but I’d never claimed to have either.
Mrs. Fulton stopped in front of me and held out her hand. “Give it to me. That belongs to our department, young man.”
I didn’t want to give it to her. “Look, how about this—I’ll go out and buy you five new ones to replace this single flower I took. That’s a good deal, right? And I promise to never take another one.”
“Why are you stealing my flowers anyway?”
“For love, Mrs. Fulton.”
“Well it’s certainly not for respect.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, then jerked her chin toward the door. “Get out of here and don’t ever let me catch you butchering my plants again.”
I grinned and placed my palm over my heart. “I promise I’ll never take another flower from here, thank you Mrs. Fulton. You’re a saint.”
She shook her head and shooed me away, so I scurried away before she could change her mind.
I left the greenhouse and headed back to the dorms.
I had a plan.
I’d carefully constructed every second of it in my mind.
Reese was in class right now, so I had time to get back to the dorm and make it happen.
As soon as I got back, I grabbed the jockstrap from my drawer, changed into it in the bathroom, made sure I looked perfect for him—fuck, I was covered in his marks, of course I looked perfect—then lay on my bed with the tiger lily and waited.
I felt kind of stupid, but not actually, because everything I did with Reese was right.
Which was why I wanted him to fuck me how he always wanted to but didn’t.
I knew he’d been holding himself back for my sake, and I didn’t want him to feel like he needed to. Yes, I loved it slow and gentle, but I wouldn’t dislike it if he went faster. In fact, I knew I’d love it.
I loved everything he did.
I’d get to see him lose control, I’d get to break him down like he did me.
I’d get to feel what it was like to be completely and utterly claimed by the person I loved most in the world.
Thinking about him was getting me hard, and I had just curved my palm over my thickening dick when the door burst open.
Reese froze as he took me in, and those gorgeous hazel eyes drifting down my body as his cheeks darkened to a deep rose got me all the way there.
“Fuck,” he whispered, staring at the neon pink jockstrap that was barely containing my erection.
He threw his backpack toward his bed without looking away from me, stepped inside the room, and slammed the door shut behind him.
When he brought his eyes to mine, they were full of heat. “You goddamn slutty bastard,” he rasped, stalking over to me.
“Yeah, just for you, baby.” I smiled and stroked up my cock, tilting my hips to push it harder into my palm. The way he was looking at me was so fucking hot.
I rubbed my fingers over my nipple, then pinched it.
He slapped my hand away with a little growl, then dipped his head and sucked on my nipple. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him to my chest as he sucked and nibbled, sliding one hand between my legs, fingers grazing the inside of my thigh.
I’d evened his hair out a few weeks ago, so it was all pretty short now, but growing. I liked it short. I got to see that beautiful butterfly so clearly.
Reese climbed onto the bed and between my legs without taking his mouth off me and began trailing kisses down my stomach.
“How long have you been waiting here like this?” he asked, his gaze lifting to mine. “Looking like a pretty little slut for me?”
“Forever,” I groaned as he parted my legs more.
He smacked my flank. “How long?”
“I don’t fucking know, ten minutes? An hour? Time is just an illusion—unngh.”
He dipped his tongue into my belly button, then slid it lower until he was right above the waistband of my jockstrap. He snapped it against my skin, making me hiss, then rubbed his hand over the spot.
“You look perfect in it,” he murmured, kissing my hip bone. “And now I’m gonna fuck you in this stupid slutty jockstrap you bought just for me. Turn over.”
A wild thrill coursed through me, but I needed him to know first. “I want you to do it however you want. Don’t hold back, Reese.”
The excitement in his eyes was such a fucking turn-on. God, I wished I’d told him this sooner.
He licked his lips and asked, “You sure?”
“When it comes to you, the answer is always yes.”
The slow smile that stretched across his face was sinful and gorgeous and I wanted him to wreck me with those lips, destroy me with those teeth, ruin me with that tongue.
I turned onto my stomach as he sat back, then got my knees under me, spread them wide, arched my back, and bared myself to him. “Come on, darling. I don’t have all day.”
His eyes were riveted to my ass, pupils blown as he took in every inch of me. He reached out and curved his hands over my cheeks, spread them apart, then leaned in and licked a long stripe from my taint to the top of my ass crack.
I jolted and moaned, but he was gone all too soon. I looked back to see him opening the lube, which I’d put on the bed next to me, along with some condoms.
He drizzled it between my cheeks, using his fingers to gather it up and push it into my hole.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, closing my eyes as he slid two fingers inside me.
Reese had a way of completely turning off my brain when he touched me like this.
The deepest pleasure burned through me as he filled me with his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out, deliberately avoiding my prostate, the bastard.
I bucked when his other hand cupped me through the jockstrap and started rubbing.
All that existed were Reese’s hands and the mind-numbing ecstasy he was wringing from me. I could stay here all day while he lazily fucked me with those long, pretty fingers.
He began to scissor them, to prep me to take that huge cock, and I was about ready to burst.
“It feels so fucking good,” I said hoarsely. “How does it always feel better and better? Oh, fuck.” He glided over my prostate, and stars exploded behind my eyes.
Then his fingers were gone, and when I glanced back, he was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed as he pulled his cock out. He ripped open the condom wrapper, glanced at me when he realized I was staring back at him, and smiled.
“The safe word is Tchaikovsky. And the gesture is flipping me off. Got it?”
I smirked at him. “You really think I’ll need a safe word? Or a gesture? You gonna fuck me so hard I can’t speak?”
His smile grew wider. “Maybe.”
Damn, I wanted that. I lowered my gaze to his cock, taking in the pants he’d only shoved down a little, just enough for his dick to be out. “Not even gonna take your pants all the way off? What, you gotta rush off after this? Got a business meeting to go to or something?”
He laughed, and god, I’d never get tired of seeing him laugh or smile. Seeing that vibrant light in his eyes. All that gold and green.
He reached between my legs and rubbed his hand over my aching cock. “I want you to get that nice and soaked for me. I want your cum to be dripping from it, Dakota. Fill it up for me.”
Fuck, that was gonna be easy because I was pretty sure it was already dripping.
His sharp little teeth sank into my ass, and more precum spilled from my tip. “Fuuuuuck, yes, please, Reese, please, please—”
He smacked my other cheek, and then he was pressing against my entrance. His crown was so thick it always took a bit of coaxing; Reese stroked a circle into my lower back, then down over my ass. “Relax,” he murmured, pushing and pushing and—
“Unngh,” I moaned as he slipped inside.
“Fuck,” he rasped, pressing deeper. “How are you always this fucking tight?” His voice was thin, like he was barely hanging on, so I arched even more and pushed back onto him, taking more of him inside me.
I couldn’t do anything more than moan into the pillow as he filled me up. His hands were constantly moving on me, stroking up my back, down my sides, squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could watch himself push inside me.
To know that I would have this forever—have him forever—was the most exhilarating thought. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to live without him. There was no undoing all the beautiful damage he’d done to my soul.
“You’re doing so, so good, Dakota,” he said softly. He knew I loved to hear that, and I never needed to ask anymore. “You feel so fucking good. So soft and tight and hot. So pretty and perfect and all mine.”
“Nnngghh.” His cock slid over my prostate, and all my muscles tensed. My toes curled when he pulled back half an inch and then pushed in, hitting it again. “Fuuuck,” I panted.
He thrust deeper, pushed himself all the way in, then groaned when he was as deep as he could go. He palmed my ass, then slid his hands over to the bands of my jockstrap, grabbed hold of them on either side and pulled so they were cinching tight beneath my ass and around my waist.
“You ready, Dakota?” His voice was deep and raspy, and he was breathing hard. He slowly drew his cock out until just the tip was inside me.
“Fuck, say it—”
He pounded into me so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs. I didn’t have any time to catch it before he was pulling out and driving into me again, harder, faster, and fuck, why had I ever told him not to fuck me like this?
Heat started building at the base of my spine, an incomparable pressure that grew and grew and grew as he fucked me so hard and fast that I couldn’t even think. I was just a moaning ball of need beneath him.
One of his hands disappeared from my hip, and I wanted both his hands on me, I needed—
Something was at my hole.
His fucking finger.
He slid it in beneath his cock, stretching me, filling me more than I thought possible.
I choked as he brushed it over that spot, as he fucked me with his cock and finger at the same time, and when he added a second fucking finger, the entire world disappeared.
I was engulfed in a delirious euphoria that sparked through my veins and exploded along every nerve ending.
“Fuck, Dakota.” Reese’s voice was distant, hard to hear past the shrill ringing in my ears, the fuzzy cloud of ecstasy I was trapped in, but him saying my name again prolonged the orgasm.
He pushed inside me, as deep as he could go, and I felt him coming, the heat of it, even through the condom.
My jock was absolutely soaked now, I could feel the dampness of it clinging to my softening cock.
Reese’s panting grew louder as the ringing in my ears faded, and I jumped when he cupped me in his hand. He slid his fingers all over the fabric, feeling how much I’d soaked it for him.
He bit down on my hip, moaned into my skin, then licked the sting away. “Did I break you?”
“Mmhmm.”
He pulled out, and I heard the sound of him tying up the condom. He got off the bed, then came back and wrapped himself around me. I could hardly think, let alone move.
“I’ll just have to put you back together again.”
“Mmhmm.”
“And then break you again.”
“Mm.”
His lips on my back were soft and warm. “I love you, Dakota.”
“Mmhmm.”
He smacked my ass as I laughed.
“I love you more,” I said.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered. “Yeah? Wanna bet?”
I turned around and threw my leg over his hip. “Always.”