Chapter 28
We were in his apartment again, but something had changed since the last time I was here.
It was warmer. Softer. There was an orange blanket draped over the back of his couch.
A pine-scented candle in the middle of the coffee table.
Cushions were on the dining chairs. Another orange throw blanket on the bed.
Every recent home good addition was my favorite color. I was all over his space.
David didn’t say a word as he took my jacket. I didn’t have time to get one in before he started kissing me. He led me backwards until the back of my knees hit his bed. I sat on the springy mattress. David instantly kneeled and kissed down my neck.
“It looks great in here,” I whispered between heavy breaths.
“I wanted it to be nice for you.”
I gasped when he playfully bit my nipple through my shirt. The fabric was so restraining and pointless now. How I kept it on this long, heaven knew.
He unzipped my pants. “Lift,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, too drunk on his kisses to realize what I’d done until it was too late.
“Didn’t think you’d follow orders so quickly and well.” He smiled, tossing my pants to the side. “I like it.”
I frowned. “That doesn’t have anything to do with you. I wanted to.”
“I know you did.” His low, deep voice made my pussy clench in anticipation of him. I couldn’t keep any of my thoughts straight. Tonight, David was far better than I in the concentration category.
“How are you so calm?” I wondered. “After all this time, we’re here, and you are so calm.”
“I’m not.” David’s fingers hooked onto the hem of my underwear. “But I’ve wanted you badly enough to learn how not to show it.”
“Show it,” I said. “I want to see it.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“I dare you.” I kissed him, parting my mouth to let him in, to show that I wanted him there. “I dare you to show me how badly you want me.”
He groaned against my mouth. “It’s not your turn.”
I pulled back and pouted. “I’ve been good to you tonight, though, right? Helped you through the alien house.”
I spread my knees wider, calling attention to the wet spot already soaking through my underwear. The sight I offered him earned me a deep, longing groan.
“Can’t I get one pass?” I kissed him.
David bit my lip before tugging my underwear off. “Fine. I’ll make an exception just this once. Which version do you want? The one where I’m gentle? Or the one where I don’t hold back?”
My stomach jumped at the idea that he’d imagined options. Imagined him and me doing this. “Give me a little of column A and B.”
“You sure?” His thumb traced my lips. I open my mouth, sucking on the tip. David watched in agony as I took more into my mouth. I held his gaze as I released him. My hand guided his thumb between my thighs, and we let out a shared moan as it slipped inside of me.
“More of column B.” I arched into him.
“You’re not going to see the outside of this room for a while,” he warned, switching out his thumb for his index and middle.
“That a promise?” I chewed on my bottom lip, trying not to moan too loud.
Dorm room walls were thin. We didn’t need a noise complaint and an RA scolding.
If we wanted to remain isolated and uninterrupted, we’d have to tread lightly.
But, damn, I needed to make some kind of noise.
Especially when he bent down to take my clit between his lips.
I fell back onto the bed, my lower body trembling against his mouth.
David began with gentle kisses, then moved into heated licks.
My body didn’t know whether to lean into him more or pull back because of how stimulating it all was.
I laced my fingers through his hair, tugging a little because it was all that kept me grounded on this plane of existence.
“David,” I whispered, not really needing anything but wanting to taste his name.
I’d hope it’d provide some sort of stability, but it led to him offering me his darkened gaze.
The lust in his eyes was a perfect match to what he was doing with his tongue.
And I’m pushed off balance all over again.
The peak was within arm’s reach, and just as I felt it coming, he pulled away.
“David.” The name’s a curse this time. I’m half-naked, ruining his brand-new comforter, and being denied a climax.
“Your top.” He nudged his chin toward me.
“You’ve got to be joking. You stopped for this?” I tugged off my top, skin hot in frustration.
“Need to see all of you,” he explained and reached up to unclasp the front of my bra. Instead of removing the straps, he left them there, the black, lacy cups dangling.
“Leave it,” he ordered when I reached to finish a job he’d clearly thought was done. “I like how it looks.”
My nipples hardened at the statement and his attention.
David slipped his fingers inside me again.
They were soaked when he pulled them out.
The moan I released when he painted my breasts with my wetness couldn’t be suppressed.
And when his mouth covered my nipples to clean them off, I nearly screamed.
He held his hand over my mouth for a second, allowing me to release the sound without fear.
David took his time painting me, tasting me, teasing me. I’d soaked through his comforter. It would be embarrassing if I weren’t so blinded by the need for him.
“Turn around,” he said after his third round of torturing me. “On all fours.”
“Not until you finish what you started.”
His chuckle nearly did me in. Was it possible to climax from that kind of vibration? I would find out by the night’s end.
“I’m trying, I promise.” He nipped at my neck. “Do as I say.”
I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure I have all the cards.”
His eyes flickered to my swollen clit. “What makes you think that?”
I slipped my hand into his waistband, pre-cum already soaking through the fabric of his boxers. He knew how to swallow a moan, but he didn’t know how to tame the longing in his eyes. David had been looking at me like that for weeks, and now I finally had the context to know what it meant.
“You’ve wanted me like this for a long time, haven’t you?” I whispered.
“Maybe.” It’s a poor attempt at nonchalance. He couldn’t keep his eyes from closing as I rubbed him.
“On all fours is how you imagined me, yeah?” I asked, coaxing him to reveal the truth. “Did you touch yourself while you fantasized about it? Was it on this bed? Or the shower? Maybe on the couch? Are you risky enough to do it in your car?”
“Yara,” he warned.
“Tell me, and I’ll do what you want.” I went in like I was going to kiss him but simply held my lips against his. When he tried to close the gap, I shook my head. “Tell me, and I’m yours.”
“Every fucking where,” he confessed in a hoarse tone. “I’ve thought about you in every corner of this apartment. I couldn’t stop. I never will now. I don’t want to. There’s not one inch of my world that you haven’t become a permanent fixture.”
I hadn’t expected the hot desperation of his confession or the ache in his tone. As much lust as there was, there was also uncertainty. There was a real fear that I wouldn’t respond in the way he needed. He worried I’d find him to be too much and leave.
Words wouldn’t work with David. He’d been given enough promises for a lifetime. I kissed him instead. Offering my promise in the pressure, the silence, the desire.
“You did good,” I praised, and that seemed to do something for him. He pulsed in my hand. “Very good.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
I nodded. “Since you were so good, I’m all yours.”
We kissed one more time before I turned over and positioned myself on all fours. David’s breathing went shallow, and he rid himself of all remaining clothing. The springs squeaked when he climbed onto the bed behind me. His hands gripped my hips, carefully massaging circles onto my skin.
I gasped when I felt his warm breath against my pussy.
He parted my lips and licked up the wetness with a kind of reverence one may associate with salvation.
I rest my cheek on the bed, fully enjoying the joy of being eaten out from behind.
My hands gripped the sheet as his fingers played with my clit.
“Go ahead,” I permitted when I felt him stop himself from licking too far up. “Only if you want.”
“You sure?” he asked, unable to mask his desire.
“Mm.” I nodded, already delirious from the thought of him even wanting to taste me all over.
David teased me a little longer before reaching my ass.
I moaned when his tongue made contact. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy and used his other hand to completely focus on my clit.
David simulated every area with equal focus and attention.
His fingers worked in harmony with his tongue.
No one had ever eaten me out with this much dedication.
“David,” I whispered, over and over, barely able to hold on. I didn’t want to finish too soon, desperate to linger in this moment for an eternity. “I need you so bad. Please don’t stop.”
He listened to the command, keeping his rhythm up.
My muscles squeeze around his fingers. The climax came on like a thunderstorm, loud and uncontainable.
I forced myself face down on the mattress, screaming his name into the sheets.
David didn’t slow for a second, eating like it was the meal he’d been craving all his life.
“David,” I said again once I recovered enough to speak again. “I’m…that was…”
“The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he finished for me and playfully bit my ass cheek before pulling away.
I flipped over, out of breath but wanting more. When he caught my gaze, he raised a brow.
“You okay to keep going?” David asked. “We can wait for you to catch your breath.”
“I don’t care about my breath.” I inched down on the bed, closer to him, to prove I wanted him to finish what we’d started.
“One second.” He leaned over to his nightstand and rummaged around. I propped myself up on my elbows when it took him more than a few seconds to grab what he was looking for.