Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
HAVEN
When I got word after the game that Tabor’s exact location wasn’t known for sure, but that given what his parents told my dad and the police, it was highly unlikely that he was in the area, I was still a bit nervous.
So, instead of going back to The Nest or staying with Dallas at The Tower, he suggested we stay at his parents’ since they are out of town for a few weeks on vacation.
It’s not too far from campus but gives enough distance to make me feel a bit better.
While my dad didn’t come out and say anything about me and Dallas, he knows what’s going on.
And even though he was pushing for me to come stay at their house with them, I told him I wanted to keep things as normal as I could.
In reality, I just wanted to pick up where I left off with a certain quarterback this morning, and to do that, I needed us to be alone.
Tabor is likely humiliated after everything that went down, and hopefully he’ll just stay away from NEU forever.
My dad will never allow him to suit up for him again, and hopefully, after the police review everything and question him, he’ll never be allowed on campus either.
So far, everything has been kept on the down-low, but I’m worried once he’s actually found and brought in for questioning, it’s going to get out that he had the pictures of me.
I owe Lilly so much for what she did. She may only be a freshman who was able to have the rules bent to stay at The Nest, but she’s quickly proved to me that I can trust her.
I glance over at Dallas as we turn into his parents’ driveway, and he rolls the window down to punch a code into the gate. Even if Tabor is around, this place will obviously be safer than anywhere on Eagle’s Way, that’s for sure.
When we pull through, Dallas drives down the path before the large house comes into view, and my heart starts to pound. Tonight might be the night that I have sex with the one person I’ve long dreamed of sleeping with.
I won’t deny there’s always been a thick tension between me and Dallas.
But after this morning? After the things we did?
Now that we’re all alone, that tension is a thousand times higher.
And by the time I’m following him inside the house, it’s almost magnetic between us, and I’m damn near losing my mind.
“I rinsed after the game, but I forgot my soap, so I’m going to go in and shower real quick,” he says, dropping his bag down. It’s almost like he’s nervous or unsure of something, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to follow him into the bathroom or stand here and wait.
Walking over to the coffee table, he grabs the remote before approaching me. “Find something for us to watch if you want.”
Holding it out in his hand, he leans forward to kiss my cheek. Like he didn’t have his face buried between my legs earlier or something.
I take the remote, still standing, awkwardly stuck in one spot. “Thanks,” I mutter, confused as he grabs his bag again and heads toward his bedroom.
What the fuck is going on?
This morning, I thought that we had turned a major corner. Now, he’s back to treating me like I’m his sister or something.
Plopping myself down on the couch, I let out a long, deep, disappointed breath. I thought tonight would be filled with sex and me falling deeper in love with Dallas than I already am. Instead, he’s naked in the shower, and I’m on the damn couch alone.
This is bullshit.
Complete and utter bullshit.
When I hear the water turn on, I think back to the last time I saw him in the shower.
I watched him as he wrapped his hand around his large, hard length.
I should have looked away—it was an invasion of privacy on so many levels—but I couldn’t.
I stood there in the window, eventually sliding my hand into my own leggings to relieve the ache that was brought on as he pleasured himself in that outdoor shower and kept myself tucked back so he thought he was all alone and couldn’t be seen.
I squirm around, biting down on my bottom lip as I recall watching as he climaxed. His chin tilted upward, his body visibly quivering.
I can’t fucking take it. I came here expecting to be fucked by Dallas. To once and for all go all the damn way. And I’m sure as hell not going to sit here and wait for him to make a move on me. Or worse, sit back while he slowly pulls away now that Tabor is gone and his grades are up.
Shooting up from the couch, I charge toward the bathroom.
I peel my leggings and socks off before I even make it to the door.
And then when I slip inside, even through the steamed-up glass, I can make out the sight of Dallas.
He’s turned, giving me a clear shot of his dick, and even though he’s in here alone, it stands straight out, demanding attention.
“Fuck,” he utters at literally no one. He slaps his palm to the tiled wall aggressively. “God fucking damnit!” He hisses the words loudly, and it’s more than obvious he’s irritated. But what about? I have no idea.
I’m irritated too, asshole. Irritated you’re in here, alone, keeping your massively hard, beautiful dick all to yourself.
I’m just about to ask him what his problem is, but the words die in my throat because his hand dips down and he wraps his palm around himself.
Thank God the shower drowns out the sound that squeaks from my lips when I whimper as he begins to slide his hand back and forth, keeping the other hand on the wall.
I squeeze my thighs together, my face growing hotter with each passing second of Dallas pleasuring himself, and I think I may combust and turn into the shower steam, never to be seen or heard from again. I’m that turned on right now.
“Fuck, Haven.” He utters the words so quietly that I’m not even sure I heard him right. “Take it,” he says again, this time a little louder but still barely audible. “It’s yours.”
With the level of throb coming from my pussy right now, I have two choices. One, I can take care of myself, preferably while watching him do the same. Or, option two, I can woman the hell up, take the bull by the horns, and get in the shower with him.
I don’t even get to decide because when he turns and his eyes lock on mine, I’m standing here, looking like a cat in heat, with my legs clamped tightly together.
He slides the glass door slightly, keeping his hand still wrapped around his cock though he’s now holding it still.
“Like what you see, Short?” he murmurs, eying me over.
“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve watched you fuck your hand in the shower, QB,” I toss back nonchalantly, pretending like I’m not actually frothing at the mouth.
“Is that so?” He gives me a little smirk, lifting a brow. “Let me guess, the other time was at the beach house a few years back.” He tilts his chin up. “You watched me from your bedroom window—like a little creeper.”
My eyes must widen to the size of plates before I shrug it off. “Um … why would you say that?”
“I was imagining you on your knees in front of me, sucking me off,” he coos. “You had been so fucking mouthy all day long. Always some smartass comeback to anything and everything I said. I wanted to shut you up by shoving my dick down your throat.”
I don’t even fight squirming because there’s no use. I chew on my lip, my eyes growing hazy.
“I was trying to take it slow. Trying to just … not rush through every step,” he says, releasing the hold on his dick.
“But even being in the same house with you has my dick rock hard.” He cocks his head to the side.
“So why don’t you do me a favor, come in here, drop to your knees, and let me live out my fantasy,” he muses.
“I already know you swallow, but now, I want to see how well you can take me fucking your throat.”
I begin to pull off the jersey, but his voice stops me.
“No,” he says sharply. “Leave it on.”
I look down at my top, confused. It’s going to get soaking wet, but I guess that’s fine?
I step into the shower, closing the door behind me.
For a split second, I’m suddenly shy, and I don’t turn to face him right away.
But when he shifts his hips, dragging the tip of his cock across my ass before he spins me around, bringing his mouth to mine, the nerves are gone.
He flicks his tongue against mine before nibbling on my bottom lip. Pressing me hard against the glass, he moves to my neck, kissing it as my jersey becomes more soaked by the second.
“Be a good girl and suck my dick, would you?” he murmurs into my ear. “I want to feel those lips wrapped snug around me right fucking now.”
I moan just as his mouth returns to mine, and he swallows it up before he pulls back slightly, leaving room for me to sink down onto my knees.
And that’s exactly what I do—without thinking twice.
DALLAS
I swear when her tongue pokes out and swipes against my dick, I jump. Not because I don’t love it, but I’ve waited for this moment for so long, I swear to fuck one lick has me already on the verge of falling apart.
Wearing a jersey in the shower isn’t ideal, but I couldn’t pass up watching her suck my dick while she had my name on her back.
And looking down at her, soaked hair and soaked top, licking my cock …
it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, right up there with her, legs spread in a chair, finger fucking herself.
When she explores a little further, bringing the head of my dick between her lips and gently sucking, I tangle one hand in her wet hair and slap the other against the glass.
I’m torn between watching her every move and squeezing my eyes shut just to keep myself from blowing my load down her throat right now.
Her hands grip my thighs, and she sits up a little higher, taking me deeper into her throat. The bottom of my dick slides against her wet, warm tongue in pure fucking perfection, and I whimper when she looks up at me before opening wider so that I can watch my cock enter her throat.
“Fuckkk,” I hiss, fastening my grip on her thick brown hair. I don’t need to thrust her back and forth on it because she’s rocking her body all by herself. Every few seconds, I hit the back of her throat, and she pulls away only to launch me back in.
It feels like heaven—my dick down her throat and her lips wrapped around me like a damn ring.
Add in that I’ve taken the risky way out and decided to keep my eyes open, and my balls are already tingling.
I’d be scared to come too soon because the night’s so young, but the truth is, I know I’m going to be able to come over and over again because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.
“You won’t have to clean up my mess tonight, baby,” I utter, barely able to croak out the words. “Because I’m going to come down your throat and save you the trouble.”
She moans against me, clearly wanting me to come in her mouth before she deepthroats me so hard that her eyes water.
My balls draw up tight, and my spine feels like it’s got a fucking firecracker lit in it, tingling to the point of pain.
My eyes roll around in my head, but I fight to keep them open, only half winning the war but enough to watch the second my cock begins to pump cum into her mouth, and I watch her throat work to swallow me down.
“Fuck …” I hiss out, my body quivering. “Feels so … fucking … good. Coming in your mouth.”
She greedily takes every ounce of me, keeping my cock deep down her throat for what could be the longest I’ve ever come.
Once I’m completely spent, she slides her lips off me, stopping at the tip to swirl her tongue around it before she gazes up into my eyes.
“Was that as good as your fantasy?” she asks, the tiniest smirk on her swollen lips.
“Yeah,” I practically pant before I pull her up onto her feet. “Because it ended with me coming in your mouth and not my hand.”
Grabbing the hem of the jersey, I pull it over her head, tossing it out of the shower before I do the same to her bra.
“Now, turn around. I’m going to wash your hair,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her lips before she spins.
Her ass grazing my dick is going to make it really fucking hard to concentrate, but I need to wash her hair. I need to make this night good for her because after this … I plan to fuck her for the very first time. It has to be good. We’ve both waited too damn long for it not to be.