Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
HAVEN
I sit on the end of the bed, with the large plush robe on that Dallas gave me when we got here.
In the bathroom, the water runs, filling a tub that is even bigger than the one my parents have, which is saying something because my mom is a ho for big bathtubs.
This has actually been a running joke between our parents for years.
My dad went out and picked out a giant-ass bathtub when they built their house.
At the time, it was one of the biggest and most lavish.
Yet, years later, when Lane and Memphis moved here, theirs was even larger.
I have some things I want to talk to Dallas about, but I’m a little worried that he’ll take it the wrong way.
After watching him for weeks working on his assignments, it’s more and more apparent that something is going on that’s stopping him from reaching his full potential.
I don’t mind at all helping him with his work, but he’s a grade below me.
So, when he’s a senior, I won’t be around to hold his hand through his classes when he’s struggling.
But if he had accommodations—if he qualified for them, that is—that would help so much.
With a guy like Dallas though, he’s already so self-conscious when it comes to learning.
The last thing I want to do is make him feel stupid, when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
In fact, it’s been very cool to watch his approach to assignments. He thinks outside the box, which is such a great thing and shows how smart he really is. He just doesn’t learn the same way as everyone else. Then again, who does?
Walking into the bedroom, Dallas jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “It’s ready. Salt and smelly shit and all.”
It’s moments like these when I become shy. Taking a bath together is so intimate. And while he’s still clothed, I know that if I’m naked, my clit throbbing the way it is right now at the sight of him alone, I’m going to pull him into that tub with me. I don’t have enough self-control not to.
Standing up, my shaky legs walk toward him. He stands off to the side, not blocking my way, but when I pass him and our hands brush, electric shocks wash over my body, and I swallow roughly.
Before I can walk through the open door, his hand wraps around my wrist, and he pushes me gently against the wall. “Even though my cock is so hard I can’t think straight, I’m going to let you enjoy your bath—alone.”
When he leans down, gripping my chin and bringing his mouth closer to mine, I suck in a breath quickly, and a squeak comes from my throat.
“Why?” I breath out.
His lips aren’t even an inch from mine, and with his body crowding my own against the wall, my head is spinning.
“Because your body is sore. If I get in with you, I’m not going to be able to hold back.
” He kisses me, sliding his hand down closer to my neck.
“So I’ll give you a little while to relax, Short.
But after that, your pussy”—he slides a finger across my bottom lip—“and this mouth are all mine.” His eyes narrow, dancing between mine. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The words come in one rushed breath as I bob my head up and down eagerly. “Yes … sir.”
I don’t know why I said that, and right after the word comes out, I cringe slightly.
“Careful,” he warns. “Talking like that may send the wrong idea.” He kisses me again, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. “The idea that maybe you’d like a chance to submit to whatever I want,” he growls lowly. “A chance to worship my cock however the fuck I tell you to.”
“Yes …” I pant when one hand pushes past the opening in the robe, gripping my waist.
“Go get nice and wet in the bathtub, Haven,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re going to need it.”
Leaving my back to the wall, he turns away and walks out of the bathroom.
With my head dizzy and my legs feeling like a newborn deer, it takes me a moment or two to gather myself up enough to walk into the bathroom.
And when I see the massive bubbles and the sweet scents of whatever soap he used hit my nose, I should be aching to get in there and soak my sore muscles.
Instead, I’m just aching for him to come in and order me around like his own personal fuck toy.
And yeah, I’m not sure what that says about me.
Turning around, I see my phone sitting on the edge of the bed, and I decide that I’m not going to just soak in there.
Not without a little fun at least.
And when I grab my phone, knowing I’m no doubt going to tease him with some pictures, it hits me that after everything that happened with Tabor, I should be terrified to snap photos and send them to a man. But this isn’t just any man; it’s Dallas. And I trust him with my life. Truly.
DALLAS
I sit on the edge of the couch, looking down at the picture that just came through and grinding my back teeth together.
I’m trying to be a good boyfriend who doesn’t try to hump his girlfriend like a dog with a fucking pillow, but she’s not exactly making it easy.
Especially not when she called me sir and just sent me a picture of her knees up in the tub.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force myself to stay on this couch. The way she was stretching her arms and neck, it’s obvious that her body is hurting. Yet here she is, making it impossible for me to give her a goddamn minute alone.
When my phone vibrates again, the picture is the same. Only this time, her hand is between her legs. Because of the bubbles, I can’t see past the top of the water. Even so, it’s enough to make my fucking head spin.
Me: You’re playing with fire, Short.
She doesn’t respond with a text but instead, another fucking picture.
This one of her sitting up just enough for me to see most of her tits, though the bubbles hide her nipples.
My cock hardens in my jeans, and I bite down on my knuckles to force myself to stay on this couch.
That is until less than thirty seconds later when a fucking video comes through.
One of her pinching her nipple before she glides her hand lower in the water. As the water splashes slightly, it’s obvious she’s working her fingers in and out of herself.
The video hasn’t even come to an end and I’m off the couch, charging toward the bathroom. My cock stands tall in my pants, ready to go to war because this girl is making me insane.
Walking into the bathroom, she smirks at me before tossing her phone onto the rug.
“Took you long enough,” she coos playfully, cocking her head to the side. “What does a girl have to do to get you and your beautiful dick to come in the tub with me?” She licks her lips. “Do you need me to beg? Because if that’s what it takes, I’ll get on my knees in front of you right now.”
Holy fucking shit.
She’s always been confident and bold. But right now? This is a version of her I’ve yet to see.
“Yeah, I do,” I murmur. “Get out of the bathtub and drop to your knees for me. Beg for it, Short. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you what you need.”
I’m a dirty fucking liar. If she told me no, I’d still give her whatever she asked for. But she’s standing up within seconds. The sight of soap and water dripping down her body has me losing my mind, and I swallow a groan before it escapes my throat.
Stepping over the side, she walks to me before she sinks down onto her knees. The air is far from cold, but even so, her nipples harden to stiff peaks.
“Please, fuck me in the bathtub,” she says, gazing up at me. “I need your dick inside me right now.”
It’s killing me not to just give into her right now, but something tells me she’s enjoying this game too much for me to stop. So instead, I reach down to my belt. The sound of me undoing it seems to only make her that much hungrier, and when I unzip my fly and take my cock out, she whimpers.
“Is this what you want?” I groan, tilting my chin up. “You want my hard cock inside your tight little hole?”
“Yes,” she whines, her brows pulling together slightly. “Please.”
Reaching for her body, I gather some of the wetness on her skin before I wrap my fist around my aching dick. My hand is wet and slightly soapy, and even though her pussy would feel better, it feels good to stroke my cock with her on her knees before me.
Her eyes stare with hunger at my hand as I jerk myself, and seconds later, she’s reaching between her legs.
“No,” I snap, gripping her chin. “You’re on your knees, begging for my dick. This isn’t about feeding that aching pussy what it needs. It’s about you showing me how much you need my cock.” I grip her chin tighter. “It’s about showing me that my dick is the only one you want.”
Dropping my hand from her chin, I keep my grip firm on myself. I brush the tip against her lips, moistening them with some pre-cum.
“Is my dick the only one you want, baby?” I utter, tracing her lips with it.
“Y … yes,” she moans out lowly.
“And what about my cum?” I ask as a little more beads out, spilling onto her pouty lips. “Is this the only fucking cum you want to swallow?”
“Yes, Dallas,” she says pathetically. “Only yours.”
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Then open up your slutty lips and let me use your mouth as a fuckhole.”
Her lips don’t even have time to part before I thrust my dick into her mouth. She moans loudly, gagging slightly when I don’t slide back out.
“Hands behind your back while you suck my dick. And be nice and quiet. Not one fucking sound.” I command her, and when she does what she’s told, I run my hand over the top of her head.
“So good for me, baby. Remember, this is about me, not you,” I say gruffly, thrusting my hips back and forth.
This isn’t a side of myself I’ve seen, but in this moment, she seems to be enjoying it as much as I am.
I’d feel bad, but I plan to spend the rest of the night worshipping her.
So for now, I’m okay with fucking her mouth while she gives me every ounce of control.