Chapter Six
Dawson
Iknow kissing her in public is playing with fire, but I can't help myself. She looks so goddamn beautiful when she's mad, like a tiny little firecracker lighting up the sky. I need to feel her spark and flame beneath my hands before I lose my mind.
I kiss her until I feel more rational, until I can't breathe, and then I realize that there is nothing rational about the way I feel about her.
There's nothing sane left in me. She stripped all of that away months ago.
Every fucking time she smiled at me. Every time she laughed.
Every time she looked at me like I was her biggest hope and worst nightmare all rolled into one, she turned me into a madman.
There's no coming back from it now.
But I'm not going to fuck this up, either. So I stop kissing her long enough to hurry her to my truck. I'm not sure if her feet even touch the ground as we cross the parking lot. It doesn't matter.
She squeaks when I boost her into the passenger seat, landing with a little bounce. I can't resist plunging my hand between her legs again while I buckle her in.
She doesn't try to stop me. Instead, she spreads her thighs, welcoming my touch with a soft, greedy whine. I want to rip her panties to the side and feast right here, but like I said…I'm not fucking this up. If she wants privacy, she'll get it.
"Touch yourself, Ava," I growl, climbing into the driver's side to start the truck. "I want to hear you coming all over that perfect fucking hand before we get to my place."
I expect her to argue or fight me, but she's too keyed up for that. We're not even out of the parking lot before her hand is between her legs.
"Pull the dress up," I growl. "And move the panties. Let me see you."
She does as she's told, allowing me to sneak glimpses of her perfect cunt as I white-knuckle the steering wheel. Her juices glisten on her puffy lips in the passing lights. Even in the darkness of the truck, her pussy is the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
"Dawson," she whimpers, riding her fingers like they're mine. Her hips roll, the wet sounds driving me to the brink. I don't speed, though. I don't run a single stoplight, either. Not with her in my truck. Hell no. I'll die before I put her at risk.
"That's it, baby. Fuck your fingers just like that for me. Stretch that pretty little hole for me," I growl, my eyes flickering between her and the road, back and forth, again and again.
The drive to her place is a blur of whimpers and moans and the sight of her juices glistening on her lips.
We're almost there when she shatters for me, whining my name. She convulses beside me, riding out every wave, her mouth open in a perfect little "o" of surrender.
I damn near miss my driveway.
"Give me those fingers, Ava," I order her, pulling in.
She reluctantly pulls her hand from between her legs, holding it out to me. I grab her wrist, popping her fingers in my mouth. She tastes sweet, so fucking sweet.
I throw the truck into park, practically launching myself out of it. I stumble, damn near eating it before I catch myself with my hip against the side of the truck, then rush around to her side.
The way she wraps around me is a dream. Believe me, I've had plenty of them. 389 days of them, as a matter of fact. Her tongue touches the side of my throat, her body already rocking against mine like she's desperate to feel me inside her already.
I plaster her up against the side of the house, pinning her there while I unlock the front door. It's damn hard to do when I've got one hand between her legs, playing with her cunt.
"Dawson!" She bites me. She fucking bites me.
We land in a heap on the rug just inside the door. She's beneath me, all tangled around me, still rocking those hips, still desperate.
The sound her dress makes as I rip it down the middle is an aria. Her gasp of surprise is a hymn.
"No bra," I growl, my balls aching at the realization that she was beside me all night, those perfect nipples just one piece of fabric away from my mouth.
"Didn't…Oh, my god!" She writhes when I bite her nipple, dragging it through my teeth. Her hands fly to my hair, pulling just hard enough to hurt. "That feels so good!"
It feels damn good to me, too. She's squirming all over my cock, with nothing but her soaked panties and my clothes between us.
Her panties don't last long. With a single twist of my wrist, they're in shreds, dangling from her body.
I pop off her nipple, kissing a hot trail down her body.
I take my time, worshipping all those places I've been dying to explore for the last year, like her soft belly and the sweet slope of her waist.
By the time her legs are over my shoulders, she's begging to come again, chanting, "Please," in the sweetest little voice.
I don't tease. I don't go slow. I eat her like a starving man, groaning into her folds, my tongue flicking against her clit until she's wailing and writhing.
"Dawson, please. Oh, God—" she chokes, so close she's shaking beneath my hands.
I don't let up. I pin her hips, fucking her with my tongue until she's babbling nonsense and grinding her cunt against my mouth. Her thighs clamp around my head, but I just flatten my tongue and lick her like I need her to live. Which, if we're honest, I probably do.
She comes with a shattered scream, her whole body clenching so hard she squirts, her juices soaking my face.
I roar my approval, nearly blacking out from how fucking hot she is. There's nothing left in me except the urge to fuck and possess, to make her mine in every way that matters
I jerk back, my lungs burning, my face drenched with her pleasure. The sight of her trembling for me, helpless and open, shatters the last tenuous thread of my self-control.
With one hand, I rip open my fly, freeing my cock. I line up at her entrance, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Look at me, Ava."
Her wild, dilated eyes meet mine.
I thrust all the way to the hilt in one hard, hungry thrust.
She chokes on a gasp, her nails digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. The way she wraps around me is a revelation, a goddamn religious experience.
"Jesus, Ava," I growl, holding her legs apart so I can watch myself splitting her open.
She's small, impossibly tight, but she takes every inch of me, her hips rolling up to meet each thrust. She's wild beneath me, writhing and begging for more. The sounds coming out of her are more ragged and sweet than anything I've ever heard.
"Tell me you want it," I snarl, knotting my hand in her hair and pulling her head back so she's forced to look at me. "Tell me you need it."
"I do. Dawson, I—" She loses the words to a moan so high and needy it vibrates through my whole body. "I always want you. I always—"
"Yeah?" I slow until she's trembling, and then I lean down, kissing her softly. "You dream about me, don't you, sweetness?"
She nods frantically, sobbing. "Every night. I'm s-sorry—"
"There's nothing to be sorry for," I say, my voice rough. "And you don't have to satisfy yourself with dreams anymore, either. If you want this cock, you just climb up and take it. It's all yours, baby. I'm yours."
I grip her thigh and hoist her leg up over my shoulder, opening her wider so I can hit deeper and fuck her harder.
She loves it.
She screams my name, the sound ripping through the quiet house like a promise.
I'm so lost in her, I can't breathe. Every muscle in my body is wound tight, my heart pounding for her.
"You aren't the only one who dreams, Ava. But this is better than every dream I've had of you," I choke out.
Her whole body tenses, her thighs trembling where they're locked around my hips. She comes undone, spasming and sobbing and burying her face in my throat as she rides out every second of it.
I grip her hips, holding her steady, and fuck her through it, pounding her so deep I know she'll feel me tomorrow. I want to hear her scream my name again. I want to know she can't think of anything but me.
She obliges, clawing at my back, her teeth scraping my jaw as another orgasm slams through her, even harder than the last.
I feel her break, so open and trusting and wet for me. The sound she makes when she comes again—this helpless, wrecked little moan—does something to me I can't even put words to.
I let go, driving into her until I see stars.
I come so hard I lose all sense of time, of place, of anything that isn't her. It's so goddamn good it hurts.
I collapse on top of her, my face buried in her neck, breathing her in. I don't want to move. I want to stay right here, wrapped around her until the goddamn world ends. But I roll us onto our sides so I don't crush her.
I don't let go, though. I can't. Not now. Not ever.