39. Chapter 28
I ’ d Do Anything
Dutch
The second she wakes in my arms, I feel it.
Her whole body tenses, and though she’s doing her best not to move a muscle, I feel her eyes rove over my chain-link tattoos, and I even feel it the second she recognizes it’s me that’s holding her and not some stranger, or worse, that asshole Trey.
Her shoulders drop from her ears, and she puffs out a breath.
It doesn’t mean she’s not still freaked.
I am too. Because I fucked my best friend. Or former best friend. I don’t actually even know if she still considers me her best friend. Even though I consider her mine, I consider her to be so much more than that too, which is why I don’t give a shit that she is freaking out right now.
We were both too caught up in each other last night to think much about what it all meant.
When we got up to the apartment, we did little more than strip out of our wet clothes and collapse into my bed.
This was always meant to happen, Rain and I.
She might not know it yet, but she will, and I will do everything in my power to make sure she does.
In an effort to calm her nerves and my own, I brush my hands through her hair just like I’ve always dreamed of doing.
“Shhhh, you’re spiralling.” My voice is always deep, but right now it’s more gravelly from the minimal hours of sleep we got.
After everything that went down in the alley, I hailed us a cab and brought us back to the apartment I share with my brother.
Her adrenaline was spiked so high and dropped so fast that she didn’t even stay awake long enough to get here.
I paid the cabbie and carried Rain’s sleeping form up the elevator before tucking her into my bed.
I’ve explained it all to her, but it doesn’t do much to settle her breathing.
She’s still seconds away from a freak-out, so I twist her body until her head rests on my bare chest and I can easily wrap my arms around her.
She’s cool to the touch against my palms, but it only takes a couple of seconds of holding her there for my steady heartbeat to ground hers.
Once that happens, I let my hands roam a bit more freely over her perfect skin.
My fingers graze the length of her spine.
Just the touch of her is enough. My body can’t help but react.
She feels it the moment I get hard. I know because she tenses in my arms again.
If I were anyone else, she’d bolt for sure.
She’d be out of this bed, and out the door before I could say anything.
But because I am me, and she is my Rainy, her default setting is to joke.
To play it off like my desire for her is no big deal.
“Want me to take care of that for ya, big guy?” she drawls.
This girl. She can’t just let things be easy. She has to tease. Just like last night, she forgets; I don’t rise to her bait. I won’t let her tempt me into a fight.
“I don’t think so.”
Her cheeks pink. She thinks I’m rejecting her, which I remedy immediately before she can pull away from me. I murmur against the shell of her ear, “Don’t get it twisted, Rainy-girl. I can’t wait to cum down that pretty throat of yours, but right now, I have a promise to keep.”
Damn right I do. I toss her sideways, and revel in the way her body bounces a few times before landing with her back on the mattress.
I lent her a T-shirt to sleep in last night, which was obviously so big on her that it reached nearly to her knees.
Thankfully, our little tussle means that now it’s sitting just at the apex of her thighs and her pussy might as well be my own personal homing beacon because my eyes are drawn there instantly.
I move slowly, taking my time to kneel over her, bracketing her legs between my knees and leaning forward so I can once again wrap my hands around her thick thighs and squeeze.
My fingers dig into her snake tattoos just like they did last night, but actually seeing them—thanks to the sun peeking through my thin curtains—nearly chokes me.
“Fuck, these thighs, these tattoos, I’ve always dreamed of…
” My voice trails off as my resistance cracks completely.
I lean over and run my tongue along the inked scales of those snakes.
The taste of her skin is everything I ever dreamed of.
My dick is impossibly hard for her already.
It’s weeping with pre-cum, and I’m certain that it wouldn’t take more than a minute of her warm pussy hugging me tight for my release to come flooding out.
But unlike last night, I refuse to rush this.
I want her to show her that I meant what I said, that I, Dutch Kelly, will always keep my promises.
Starting with a certain delicious, dirty promise.
My tongue skates higher, and my hands push the thin cotton of the T-shirt further out of the way, so I can see every inch of the woman in front of me.
It wasn’t like she had a spare pair of panties with her last night, so I knew I’d find her bare, yet the sight of her glistening and waiting for me has my mouth watering.
I start with soft kisses. So soft they are almost tickle-ish. She squirms with each one, but I hold her hips in place because it’s my turn to tease her. This won’t be like the other orgasms I’ve given her. Both of those were fast and brutal. This time, I plan to make her beg for it.
When her hips start to seek out the touch of my lips, I give her a small taste of what she craves. My tongue presses forward, swiping lightly over her clit and through her folds. Already, she’s so wet, and the electric taste of her is enough to overwhelm me.
I lap at her hole, and am rewarded when she pants, “Dutchhhh,” and her back arches slightly.
Not enough. I want her desperate. So I do it again, sweeping across her clit first, stronger than the first time, before fucking into her with my tongue.
This time she cries out, and her thighs try to squeeze together but I shift my hands to hold her open.
She won’t get any relief here except what I offer her.
“Dutchhh,” she cries again, flinging her head up to look at me. Her violet eyes are shining with want.
“Yes, Rain?” I ask casually, as if she’s asked me to pass her a napkin.
“Stop being such a fucking tease!”
“Oh yeah? Or what?”
She shoves her hand under her shirt and pushes it all the way up so she can reach her nipples.
She doesn’t expose them for me, but from the way her hands move under the fabric, she’s pinching and squeezing her small breasts.
It’s an obvious attempt to tease me back, especially when she threatens, “I could just take matters into my own hands.”
My eyes narrow and I spread her thighs even wider, before diving back into my morning meal. This time, I don’t hold back. I let my mouth latch onto her swollen clit, and I suck it hard. She moans, and the second she does, I let go. Her hips buck. And I do it again.
I do it again and again and again. Until her feet press into the mattress, giving her enough purchase that she lifts her hips to follow my mouth when I pull away.
Every time she does, my own hips react in tandem, my cock rutting forward as if it could get to her.
Briefly, I take one hand off this precious woman and squeeze the head of my dick to stave off my own orgasm. I refuse to cum before she does.
The next time I pull back, her voice cracks as she curses, “Fuck. No. Please. No.”
I lean back and admire my work here. The sun is growing stronger every second, and it makes the thin slick of sweat across her skin shine. Her pink pussy is puffy, lower lips glistening, and she’s pawing at her breasts, half-wild with desire. Exactly the way I wanted her.
“Did you want to cum, Rainy-girl?” I ask, feigning innocence.
She sobs, “Dutch, pleassssse.”
“Beg,” I say. Every second she pleads for release will be a memory I play back from now until the day I die.
“If you want to cum, baby, you are going to have to beg.”
Her spine stiffens, and I fully expect the fight. In fact, I welcome it, because she wouldn’t be my Rain if she submitted completely.
“Make me.”
I almost laugh with delight, but that would only piss her off. So I swallow that and let the most possessive parts of me out to play.
“With pleasure.”
To prove it, my arm snaps forward, hand locking around her neck.
I hold just tight enough to constrict her breathing.
Not in the painful bruising style of that asshole Trey.
In the kink-safe way. In the way that will heighten her pleasure, not hurt her.
Never hurt her. It’s my mission now to never hurt this woman ever again.
Her eyes go wider for a moment, then she pushes back against my palm, making me choke her harder. My dick twitches, like that reaction a little too much. This fucking woman.
Thanks to our height difference, I have no trouble keeping my hand where it is, while letting the other one wander back down to her soaked core.
After all my work, she’s ready and waiting.
Not for my dick. I plan on saving that as a special treat for another time, but for my fingers.
I start by pushing one inside her. Then two.
Then three. She’s so wet that every drive of my fingers inside her pulsing cunt results in a sucking, squelching sound as her body tries to keep me right where she wants me.
Her thighs start to shake again, her orgasm building back up, all the stronger for the delays.
Mine is too. My cock is throbbing and weeping against my cotton boxers.
With previous women, I’ve always drawn it out as long as I possibly could, much longer than I have this morning.
But maybe that’s because they weren’t who I really wanted.
They were great. Most of them, anyway. They just weren’t Rain.
“Baby,” I warn, “it’s time.”
My words are the only warning she gets before my mouth joins my fingers at her centre. This time, I don’t just suck on her clit. I bite.