Page 34 of Crave Me

“G’night, Blaire.”

As if the storm had blown the winter chill through the window, that blazing heat is doused, leaving me feeling stupid and insecure. That was a one-time hookup. A misstep. There’s no way he’d want that again, he was probably just fucking with me earlier in the bathroom because he likes to rattle me. Feeling like an idiot, I close the door behind him and strip out of my clothes, pulling Dallas’ shirt over my head. It goes to the top of my thighs, and it feels so good to be swimming in a man’s shirt. I’m not a petite girl by any means, but there’s something so comforting and feel-good about wearing his shirt and having it hang off my body.

Pulling back the blankets of the bed, I slip into the sheets that feel so soft on my skin, and do my best to fall asleep. While I’m no stranger to sleeping in new places, it is so weird to try to fall asleep without a movie playing or a book to read. Both keep mybrain from being idle and relax me, even if the content riles me up in other areas.

I can’t believe the events of the day have led me to spending the night at Dallas’ house. After I let my asshole boss defile me in his office in a dominating way, and freaking loved it, I knew I had to stay away from him. Never would I have imagined any of this happening. When he’s ordering me around the office, it comes so easily to snap back and fight him on everything. But the moment he told me to get on my knees, all the fight left my body. The moment he caught me earlier in the bathroom, I caved. My nervous system recognizes something in Dallas, something I’m not sure I want to investigate.

Without anything to keep me busy, I look out the window and watch the snow fall gracefully from the sky. I’ve always loved winter, and the massive window next to me, plus the skylights above, give me the feeling of being inside a snow globe. The white flakes float from the sky, each one unique and inherently their own. It’s hard not to marvel at the magic of it.

Wide awake, I decide that a hot shower and washing off the night will help relax me further. The bathroom is gorgeous, and almost the size of my entire studio. I look around for a towel and come up empty-handed. Really wanting a shower, I leave the safety of the bedroom and step across the hall to Dallas’ room.

Door already slightly ajar, I push it open and take a hesitant step into the room. “Dallas?” The noise of a shower coming through the opened bathroom door stops me in my tracks. Shit, he had the same idea. I just need a towel. I bite my lip between my teeth. He’s naked, just thirty feet away from me. It seems criminally unfair that I’ve given this man a blowjob and let him have all of me, but I haven’t seen him fully naked. Curiosity wins as I tiptoe to the entryway of the bathroom, slowly peeking inside.

I send a silent thank you up to the powers that be for having my back because his shower is exactly like the one in my bathroom, and glass doors give me a full view of Dallas’ naked body. From my angle, I have a perfect side view of him. One of his arms is braced against the tile, his back to the spray, and the plains of his body are defined, the water rippling over each of his sexy, chiseled muscles. He’s hunched forward, and holy fucking shit. I suck in a gasp and quickly cover my mouth with my hand. His arm pumps in front of him as he strokes his very hard cock.

I know I should walk away and that this is crossing a major line. I just moved into stalker territory. His moans and breathing pick up and his head slowly moves to the side, his eyes connecting with mine. He doesn’t look surprised to see me, as if he felt me the moment I stepped into his room. Turning to face me, he continues a slow but bruising assault on that thick cock. His forearm muscles rippling, his abs taut and flexed. I lick my lips before pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Don’t just stand there, princess. If you’re going to watch, at least give me something to get off to.”

My heart stumbles in my chest, my breath hitching. I don’t move.

“Such a little voyeur you are. Get in here, Blaire. Now.”

I close my eyes for a moment before stepping into the bathroom and leaning the top of my ass on the edge of the bathroom sink.

“Pull up the shirt, Blaire, I know you’re bare under there, I have your panties. Let me see that gorgeous body you’re hiding.”

I bite down hard on my bottom lip as I grasp the hem of the shirt and pull it up to just under my large breasts. His eyes drop to my bare torso and his eyes widen with hunger.

“Take it off. Don’t make me say it again.”

I pull the shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. Slowly, I drag my fingers down the center of my chest, over the soft fleshof my tummy, and then trace the area around my pelvis. I watch as his eyes eat me up, lust-filled and focused. His free hand bats the shower head so that the water hits the wall and then he opens the glass door that was fogging up and distorting our view of each other.

“Such a pretty pussy. Spread your legs and touch yourself. I want to see how wet you got while watching me fuck my hand.”

I do as he says, propping myself up on the counter, spreading my legs and exposing myself to him. I drag my fingers through my center, finding myself already slick with arousal, my eyes glued to that big dick, the barbells of his piercings glimmering in the light as his fist works himself over.

Up and down, up and down.

I moan out loud, and the erotic, dirty scene playing out has me hovering on the edge already. I swirl my fingers around my clit before moving them lower, pressing them inside, and dragging my palm across my clit with each stroke.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself. You want to be a little voyeur? Now you’re going to make yourself come while I watch.”

It’s all too much. My knees shake as I hang right on the cusp, and just as the orgasm starts to hit me, Dallas steps out of the shower, the water sloshing off his naked body and soaking the floor. He drops to his knees in front of me, grabbing one of my legs and holding it out further with his hand, spreading me impossibly wide. His mouth descends on my throbbing, swollen pussy and I shatter. His talented tongue swipes through my pussy, piercing into me before sucking my clit in quick pulses like he knows exactly what I need. My body shakes as I convulse from the power of the orgasm. His hand is still between his legs, working himself over, and as one orgasm fades, it rolls right into a second.

“Oh god, Dallas! Yes! Fuck, yes! Don’t stop!” I grab the back of his head, holding him close to me as my hips grind wantonlyon his face. I fall rapidly, the waves washing through me with force. As I start to come down, he releases me and stands, putting his hand on my shoulder and pressing me down.

“On your knees. You know the rules. Don’t spill a drop.”

I collapse down in front of him, my knees weak and trembling, and open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out just in time to accept the warm, thick ropes of cum into my mouth. I lean forward and eagerly suck his engorged head between my lips, sucking and pulling every bit of cum I can from him, wanting to milk him dry. I grab his length with my hand and pull off with a loud pop. I lap at his still-firm cock, cleaning him up and making sure I don’t leave anything behind. When I’m finished, I look up at him as he’s dropping down to his knees in front of me, grabbing my head with both of his hands. He kisses me, sucking my tongue into his mouth, the lingering taste of both of our releases mixing together. He pulls back and looks me in the eyes for a moment before speaking.

“Fuck, you’re addictive.” He leans in again and presses his lips to mine before standing and pulling me to my feet. “Get back to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Sobering, I quickly throw his shirt back on over my head and walk back to the guest room, thoughts of getting a towel or taking a shower long gone. I collapse onto the bed, pulling the blankets over me, and watch the snow fall rapidly from the sky until I drift off to sleep, asking myself how the hell I let this happen again, even if I was craving it.

I wake up later than normal, the sky a dark gray and the snow still coming down in large white flakes. I walk to the window and I’m shocked that the ground as far as I can see is blanketed in a deep layer of fresh snow, with more coming down on top of it. I pull on the sweatpants Dallas gave me last night, realizing that I’m still without a pair of panties. I open the door with a low creak and pad across the cold hardwood floor in my bare feet in search of Dallas.

As I walk through his house, a steady beat of bass gets louder and louder. I follow it to a closed door at the back of the house. Pulling the door open, the music is much louder, coupled with the hard-to-miss sounds of grunting and a rhythmic hammering. Deciding to scope it out, I walk blindly down the steps to Dallas’ basement to find his back to me.

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