Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
HAVEN
It’s New Year’s Eve, and a group of us are all drinking and dancing in this club.
Even though I’m normally the one who wants to be out and about, having a good time, tonight, I kind of just want to walk out of here, into the hotel lobby, and up to the room we have for tonight.
Harley and Cane left about ten minutes after they arrived.
Apparently, with the fact that this is the one-year anniversary of them being together, they wanted to be alone.
And probably do dirty things.
Dirty things that I want to do with my man too …
I dance with Gigi, Isla, and Lilly. Isla hardly ever lets loose, so it’s kind of fun when she does.
Gigi is about one drink in and already tipsy because the girl never drinks, and Lilly …
she’s got some of the best dance moves I’ve seen.
She isn’t like the rest of us who are basically just dry humping the air or grinding on each other.
I feel Dallas’s eyes on me, and that makes staying here that much more fun.
I asked to stay in, and even though he wanted to, he said he felt bad because he promised some of the guys he’d be here.
Ever since, I’ve decided the most mature thing to do is make him regret his decision.
So far, I’ve run my hands down my body, shaken my ass, and teased the hell out of him with a cherry that was in his drink.
And now, I’m choosing to ignore his stare, though the way I’m moving is very intentional because damn right, I know he’s looking at me, drinking it all in.
Or pissed because a lot of other people seem to be watching …
Closing my eyes, I put my hands on my neck, slowly bringing them down my body.
It’s dark, but not so dark that someone isn’t seeing me run my hands over my breasts.
They don’t make it to my waist before suddenly, I’m being yanked toward someone.
When my eyes fly open, my boyfriend appears not just a little pissed, but downright furious.
“Enjoying putting on that little show for, let’s see, the whole fucking place?” he growls, and I can’t help but smirk. I’m being a little shit and I know it, but Lordddd, he’s sexy when he’s worked up.
“I am,” I coo. “This whole place that, let’s see, I didn’t even want to come to tonight,” I sass back at him like a child.
“Could have been a private show up in our fancy room, QB. But, I guess since you wanted to party, here we are.” I start to turn away from him, shaking my ass, but his hands hook around my waist and he spins me toward him.
I’m met with a harsh glare before he tosses me over his shoulder like I’m as light as a damn feather, which is just another thing that makes him hot because I’m here to say, I’m solid muscle.
I work my ass off to be strong, and because of that, I’m not featherlight.
Yet, here he is, going caveman in the middle of a club.
And turning me on while he’s doing it …
“You look like a crazy person,” I say as he rushes us through the crowd, heading for the exit. I don’t add in that I like it, because then he might stop.
“Yeah, well, my girlfriend touching her tits in front of people does that to me,” he grumbles, gripping my ass tightly with his large hand splayed over it.
He pushes through the door and my heart races with excitement. Since being here, all I’ve wanted is to be back in our room—preferably naked. Finally, I think I’m getting my way.
He takes large strides through the lobby, crossing the huge room before stopping in front of the elevator. He doesn’t give a shit that the women working the reception desk are likely staring, and truthfully, neither do I.
I like when he gets a little territorial. Does that make me toxic? Possibly …
The doors open, and I’m half relieved and half bummed that no one walks out. Would it be humiliating? Kind of. But exhilarating? Hell yes.
Once we’re inside, the doors close, and I expect him to put me down. I’m wishing for him to, anyway. Maybe press me up against the wall and show me what a bad girl he thinks I am.
My heart is racing at that thought alone.
Instead, he stands there, keeping his protective grip over my ass.
“Put me down, QB,” I utter, wiggling around. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
“Too late for that, Short,” he mutters. “I’ll let you down when we get to our room. Then—and only then—you can show me what a good girl you’re going to be the rest of the night.”
Between my legs throbs uncontrollably, and the air in the elevator gets thicker because I want him so bad. Want isn’t even the word.
Need. I need him so bad right now.
“Fine,” I huff out, pretending like I’m not dreaming of spankings and a little light punishment right now.
The doors open and we’re on the move again, heading down the hallway. He stops at our door before reaching into his pocket for the key card. Within seconds, we’re in the room, but I’m still on his shoulder.
Walking through the small living area, he continues to the bedroom before he sets me onto my feet. He glares down at me, his eyes swirling with just as much desire as they do anger. “Strip,” he commands. “Now.”
Probably all too eagerly, I peel my clothes off. First ripping my shirt over my head and undoing my bra, letting it fall to the floor, keeping my eyes on his as he drinks me in. Next peeling my black jeans and panties down, stepping out and kicking them to the side with zero grace.
Reaching for my chin, he grips it tightly. “You were a very bad girl tonight, Haven.” His voice is thick, and I can’t stop myself from my eyes darting to the growing bulge through his pants. “You made me real fucking pissed down there, showing off for everyone the way you did.”
I’m practically salivating, knowing that even though part of him is pissed, he’s also loving this as much as I am. My pussy aches for him, and my breath hitches when he drops his hand from my face and reaches for his belt.
“I think it’s time you show me how sorry you are, don’t you agree?” he says gruffly. “Sit on the bed. And don’t make me say it twice.”
Plopping my ass down, I’m practically bouncing on the mattress in anticipation, needing to get my mouth or hands on him.
Unhurriedly, he starts undoing his belt before unzipping his fly. My head feels dizzy, and all I can do is nod as I watch his beautiful, hard cock spring free when he pushes his pants and briefs down.
Veins wrap around the length of it, and I’m unbelievably eager to run my tongue over them to feel just how turned on he is for me.
When my hand reaches to pull him closer, his sharp voice stops me from touching him.
“Don’t,” he growls lowly. “Sit on your knees and put your hands on your thighs.”
Slowly, I bring my legs up and plant a hand on each thigh, staring up at him pathetically.
Holding his hand in front of my mouth, he swallows. “Spit.”
My heart thunders inside my chest, but after a few seconds, I spit onto his hand, envious of his palm because I know soon, it’ll be the one touching his perfect dick.
“Now you can’t rub yourself or try to touch me,” he says as his arm drops down and he wraps his hand around his cock. A croak escapes my throat while I take in the sight of his hand moving back and forth over his length. At first slow and steady, but then he tightens his grip, moving faster.
“Could have been those slutty lips of yours wrapped around me right now.” He continues stroking himself, making me crazy. “If only you didn’t pull that little stunt downstairs to piss me off.”
My fingernails dig against my thighs. My brain registers the pain, but I’m too engrossed in the show before me to care. Envy fills every part of my body, and I’m left jealous of his hand because right now, all I want is to be as close as possible to the man before me.
“I’m—” The word comes out in a rushed, pathetic breath. “Sorry,” I whisper, swallowing down the drool pooling in my mouth. “Please …” My nails continue to scrape the flesh on my thighs. “Let me make it up to you, sir.”
“Oh, you will.” His eyes turn a shade darker.
“You can make it up to me when you sit there like a good girl while I paint your face with my cum.” His chin tilts up slightly, but his eyes cast downward, still boring into mine as he continues to move his hand up and down himself.
“The cum you could have had inside you, if only you didn’t act like a brat. ”
I’m as aroused as I am frustrated, because I don’t know how much longer I can sit here and not touch him …
or myself. Part of me wants to see what happens if I lie back, spread my legs, and slide my hand between them to show him how needy I am.
But in the chance that he’ll make me wait even longer to be filled by him … I decide that’s a bad idea.
“I had this whole plan in my head, you know,” he starts, his breathing labored and his eyes hooded.
“We’d stay downstairs for forty-five minutes, an hour—tops, and then, I’d whisper in your ear that it was time to go.
I was going to strip your clothes off, fall back onto the bed, and tell you to sit on my face and grip the headboard. ”
My nipples harden to the point they ache, and I swallow back a whimper.
“You see, first, I’d make you come on my tongue.
And then, I was going to let you suck my dick for a minute or two, and last, I was going to have you ride my cock until you were crying out my name.
” His hand stops moving but keeps hold of his length.
“Think of all the fun we could have had, if only you would have just been a good girl.”
“We can go down right now,” I breathe out, knowing I’m in no condition to be at a club, surrounded by people, when I’m fighting the urge not to dry hump my boyfriend right now.
“If that’s what you need me to do to make …
all that happen,” I say, pausing and biting down on my bottom lip. “Then … let’s do it.”
A wicked smirk tugs at his lips. “So fucking greedy, aren’t you, baby?” He tsks me. “You already blew it.” He shrugs his shoulders.
He steps forward, coming closer. Though he drops his hand down, his huge, swollen cock stands straight out, teasing me more.
“Keep your mouth closed,” he mutters, pushing his hips forward and rubbing the tip of his cock to my lips, tracing them slowly.
My heart pounds, and it feels like every ounce of my blood has rushed between my legs, making me throb.
A drop of moisture dampens my lips, and I think I might just die right here and now from combustion. I can’t take this any longer.
I won’t take this any longer.
Without being able to stop myself, my tongue pokes out, licking the end of his cock. When the salty taste hits my mouth, I moan.
Thrusting his hips back, his dick leaves my lips just before he grips my chin roughly.
“Bad fucking girl tonight, aren’t you?” he warns.
“I told you to keep your mouth closed, and look at you, so fucking horny that you couldn’t even keep that slutty tongue from trying to taste me.
” He leans down, putting his nose to mine but not sweetly, instead, roughly.
“You’re not getting your pussy licked, and you’re not going to suck my dick either,” he growls before he pushes me onto my back and quickly spreads my legs wide.
Finally … he’s going to give me what I need from him.
Well, I hope, anyway. If not, I know what will be on my gravestone. Death from hot boyfriend withholding his dick from me …
DALLAS
As much as I’d love to keep playing this little game, I can’t.
Because not only am I on the verge of blowing my load because she looks so fucking sexy turned on the way she is, but also …
I’m starting to feel bad. I can see the frustration on her face, and even though I love toying with her, I know what she needs from me.
So, it’s time to improvise.
Within seconds, I’m climbing on top of her and positioning my cock right at her entrance.
“You’re not getting any foreplay,” I utter. “You’re getting fucked. Rough and fast. Because bad girls don’t get their pussy eaten.”
Before she has time to react, my hips move forward, filling her heat with my hard dick. She yelps, but her hands slam onto my back and her fingernails dig into my flesh.
I lean my face forward, biting down onto her shoulder as I thrust in and out, harder and faster than I’ve ever fucked her before. It’s not punishment for her though—how soaked she is tells me that.
“Look at you, fucking dripping all over my cock,” I say, moving my lips to her neck. “This what you wanted, Short? To be fucked hard?”
“Y … yes.” She whimpers, and quickly, I pull out of her.
I lift my face above hers, and underneath me, she lifts her hips in an attempt to grind her pussy against my cock.
“Dallas!” she whines, her plump lips forming a pout.
“Beg for it, Haven,” I murmur, lifting my chin slightly to tell her I’m not joking around. “Beg for my dick like a good girl.”
“Please,” she whimpers, her eyebrows pulling together in frustration. “I need you so bad.”
“Tell me who you belong to,” I say against her lips, not kissing her, though she tries.
“You,” rushes from her lips, but suddenly, her gaze hardens. “But you belong to me, too. Which means … every fucking inch of your perfect dick is mine.” She lifts her hips once more, and this time, the tip of my cock grazes her soaked entrance. “Are you going to give me what’s mine?”
With my head dizzy and my cock hard as steel, I swallow roughly. I stare into her eyes for a second before I thrust roughly into her again. She may cry out, but she also grips my back and wraps her legs around my waist to pull me deeper.
“That’s a good girl. Take it,” I grunt, thrusting in and out of her soaked heat. “Take every fucking inch. It’s yours.”
She feels so good, clamped around me tightly, soaking the length of my dick each time I slide in and out. She breathes heavier with each passing second. I don’t even think we carry this on for a full minute before my balls are drawing up and her mouth pops open.
“Going to fill you so fucking full,” I grunt out, my body beginning to tremble as the first bit of cum shoots inside her.
As I begin to see my release dripping out and down her thighs, she moans loudly. Her nails damn near draw blood from my back as her pussy convulses on my cock. My vision becomes blurry, but I force my eyes to stay open and watch her beautiful face as she comes for me.
My entire body feels like it’s floating, and when I’ve finally emptied myself inside her heat, my body trembles as I keep myself hovering over her.
“I love you,” I whisper, shuddering once more.
“I love you more,” she breathes out before a smirk tugs the corner of her mouth. “And your perfect dick.”
Grinning, I press my lips to hers and kiss her deeply. It’s New Year’s Eve, and the night is still young. All the things I wanted to do to her? Fuck yes, I still plan to do them.