Chapter 8
EIGHT
Roe
She was pushing me away. Creating a goddamn gulf between me and her.
Even as she sucked my cock down her throat like a pro, I felt the chasm she’d put between us spreading wider and wider, growing like a living, breathing thing. And fuck, but it killed me.
I had to clamp my molars together against the sensation rushing through my body at her ministrations. My words came out as a hiss as I ordered, “Look at me, baby.”
Dakota kept right on going, ignoring my command before picking up the pace and increasing suction around my shaft on an upward draw. She kept her pale blue gaze down, refusing to give me what I wanted.
A growl wrenched from my throat as she reached the crown of my cock and flicked the underside with the tip of her tongue.
Fuck, she was good at that. In the past, Dakota had been shy and uncertain about giving head.
I’d been her first in more ways than one, after all.
That very first time was branded into my brain.
It had been sloppy and uncoordinated, but it was still the best fucking blowjob I’d gotten in my life. Because it was her.
The woman between my legs just then was anything but nervous. She was determined.
To maintain control. And to bring me to my knees.
She was making that clear as she continued to work my cock like it was her sole reason for existing.
And as badly as my instincts were screaming at me to take control, I held myself as still as possible.
My dominant streak in the bedroom ran strong so relinquishing control felt about as natural as plucking out my own nose hairs one at a time, but I knew if I did something to spook her and put her back in her head, this would be over.
And having this little taste after missing her for so fucking long, only to lose it again, well, that might kill me.
But I needed some kind of connection, goddamn it.
“Eyes, Honeybee.”
That did it. Her blue eyes flicked to me, flaring with anger as my dick fell from her mouth with a pop. “Don’t call me that,” she barked.
There it was.
That flash of wild, untamed fury I’d once been so familiar with. It was that wild that made me fall for her in the single beat of my heart and imprinted on my soul. The relief I felt at seeing it again would have overwhelmed me if I hadn’t gotten a peek at the heartbreak that fire was masking.
Christ, the pain in her beautiful eyes gutted me. “Kota—” I started, reaching to drag my thumb across her cheek, but she wasn’t having any of that.
Jerking her face away from my touch, she rose on her knees and moved to straddle my hips between her lush, curvy thighs. Her hands slapped down on my chest as she leaned in, nearly nose to nose, when a warning shot through those angry blues like bolts of lightning.
“Let me tell you how this is going to go. You have two choices; you can either fuck me right now until I can’t walk straight, or you get the hell out of my hotel room. What’s it going to be?”
If her very existence hadn’t been stitched into my being so fucking long ago, I might not have recognized the woman hovering over me.
But there wasn’t a centimeter of Dakota Riley, inside or out, that I wouldn’t recognize—not even in a room that had been plunged into darkness.
I would have known it was her only from the heat and wet of her pussy hugging the underside of my cock as she hovered over me.
I’d been her first everything, and those gifts that were only mine had imprinted on me for eternity.
I answered without words, locking my arm around her waist and rolling, keeping her body pinned against mine as I whipped her onto her back so fast all that hair flew around her face like rays of golden sunlight.
I gazed down at her, allowing myself a few seconds to trace over every angle and soft slope of her face.
Still the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, I thought to myself as she glared up at me with menacing challenge.
Her eyes might be screaming how much she hated me, but the way she melted beneath the weight of my body, how her chest rose and fell like she’d run a sprint as her back arched unconsciously in an effort to drag her rock-hard nipples against my chest, said something altogether different.
She needed this as badly as I did. Maybe even more.
One corner of my mouth curved up in a smirk. Not at the way her body belied her words and that murderous expression on her gorgeous face, but at how well I could still read her. Even after all this time. That told me everything I needed to know. She was still mine, whether she liked it or not.
She saw that smirk and glared even deeper, knowing exactly what it meant.
“You need be fucked rough and dirty, don’t you, baby?”
“I’m not your baby,” she argued, hissing the words past clenched teeth, even as her hips began to circle, undulating against me in an effort to drag my dick closer to the entrance of her cunt.
Christ, I could feel her heat and the arousal dripping between her thighs, soaking both our skins.
“Either fuck me or get the hell off me; I’ll find someone else to take care of what I need. ”
Challenge accepted, I thought with wicked delight.
To prove to her how badly her body still craved mine, I trailed my fingertips across her silken skin, between her plump, round tits and down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. I kept my touch featherlight, teasing and playing with her in a way I knew would only make that fire burn hotter.
“Christ,” I grunted as my index finger circled her bellybutton. “How do you get your skin so fuckin’ soft, baby?” It was like touching velvet.
Dakota let out a broken breath as her body began to tremble with need.
That was exactly what I’d been looking for as I toyed with her.
I still recalled every single time we’d been together with perfect clarity, and the way she quaked beneath my touch, like pure adrenaline was pumping through her heart and veins, was the headiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
I used to play with her beautiful body just to see how intensely I could make her tremble for me.
“Roe . . .” My name on her tongue, even said as a curse, set my blood on fire.
“Yeah, Kota?”
Her fingers that had been clutching my biceps curled inward, digging her nails into my skin. I would have been lying if I said that sharp bite of pain didn’t make my dick twitch and leak with the need to be buried deep inside her.
She gnashed her teeth at me. “Stop teasing and get me off.”
On a chuckle, I reached down and cupped her between her thighs, the perfect heat of her pussy warming the skin of my palm.
“Fuck me,” I hissed. “You’re fuckin’ soaked for me, baby.”
“Stop . . . calling me . . . that,” she insisted breathlessly, but the way she shivered, rocking her body, proved her words a lie.
“Goddamn. This is all mine,” I stated as I dragged two fingers through her wet slit before focusing on her distended clit. That bundle of nerves was begging for my touch.
“It’s not because of you. I’m just horny,” she argued. I wasn’t buying it for a second, and based on the whirlwind of emotions that slid across her face, I could tell she wasn’t so sure herself.
To prove her wrong, I buried two fingers deep inside her. She let out a surprised cry at the intrusion and the walls of her pussy clamped down around the digits like they never wanted to let go.
“Bullshit,” I hissed in her ear before sucking the lobe between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.
As I moved down her neck to that sensitive spot right below her ear, I felt another gush of arousal flood from her.
I pumped my fingers at a slow yet brutal pace, dragging the pads across that spot deep inside her that made her whole body shake like a leaf.
“This is all mine and you fucking know it,” I said on a low growl as I continued to work her up, her pussy fluttering around my fingers with every stroke.
“Roe.”
The pleading tone that filled her voice made me even harder, and I was seconds away from rutting against the mattress just to feel some sort of relief. If I didn’t get inside Dakota in the next few minutes, I was afraid the back of my skull was going to blow clean off.
“Admit it,” I demanded, that dominant streak in me coming to the surface.
“No one else can make you shake like this.” Christ, it was torture even thinking of Dakota with another man, but saying so would have made me a goddamn hypocrite.
Problem was, the beast inside me that I was barely able to keep leashed, didn’t care about hypocrisy.
It wanted Dakota to belong to only us and it wouldn’t be happy with anything less.
“This is all for me.” I stroked her G-spot in that way I knew she loved and the tremors grew so strong her teeth chattered with it.
“No one else can make you shake like this.” Fuck, please let that be true.
I needed that to be truer than anything else.
She clenched her teeth as I wound her higher and higher, all that sunshine hair sliding across the pillows as she shook her head frantically, desperate to deny me even though I felt the truth of it in the way her pussy clamped around my fingers like a vise.
Her back arched off the bed as her nails dug in deeper, like she was afraid she’d float away if she let go of me.
“Yes, baby. You know it’s true.” Her tits bounced as she began riding my hand, chasing the release I was determined to keep out of reach. If she wanted to keep lying, I’d edge the fuck out of her until I got what I wanted. I leaned in and tasted her mouth again, addicted all over again.
No. That wasn’t right. That would have meant I’d gotten over her at some point, and that never happened. I never moved on from Dakota. It was why I’d never gotten serious with another woman after she walked away from me.
After I let her go . . . let her down.
“Tell me,” I insisted, the need to hear her words riding my goddamn shoulders and driving me closer to madness. “Tell me I’m the only one who can make you drip like this. Who can make your body tremble. Do as I say, and I’ll let you come.”
I pulled back, slowing down and decreasing the pressure when her pussy closed around my fingers like a vise, forcing an unhappy mewl from her chest.
I dragged my tongue across her bottom lip before taking her mouth in a hard, hungry kiss as I continued to pet her too lightly to get her off. “Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Roe,” she said, her tone turning pleading.
“Say it, baby.” I gnashed my teeth together and demanded, “Say it.”
“Only you,” she panted like she’d just run a marathon. “It’s only ever been you.”
With those words, I gave her what she needed so badly. I pressed hard to her clit with my thumb and fucked her relentlessly with my fingers. Barely a second later, she went over the edge and I sealed my mouth on hers, swallowing down her cries as she came, soaking my hand.