Page 38 of Run Game
Dalton licks upward, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard as he slowly enters me with one finger. The varying pressures of what he’s doing make me go crazy as I writhe and beg for more.
“Oh God, please. Please.Please,” I plead.
“Mmmm,” he hums. “Not God, baby. Just your husband down here taking what’s his.”
His words push me to the precipice, and when he adds a second and third finger, I can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm hits me as I cry out and shake against him. It seems to go on forever, but when I finally start to float back down to Earth, trying my best to back away from his tongue that is still firmly rubbing all over me, Dalton grabs my hips and pins them down to the table. “There’s one,” he says. “Only twenty-two more to go.”
He can't be fucking serious.
I haven’t had very many partners that have given me multiple orgasms. I know from experience that Dalton can, but I don’t know how many I can handle. I’m thankful when he reduces the pressure and moves his tongue off of my clit, giving me a moment to recover. But just when I think I have my own body under control, he’s back for more.
“Come on, baby,” he coos. “I’m gonna need another one of those.” This time, he solely uses his fingers, running his lips up and down the goosebumps that are raising along my thighs. He pumps into me, building me up to another orgasm. And because he knows exactly how towork my body, when I’m right there, he curls his fingers forward. The pressure on my G-spot sets me off again as I tense up and explode with my release.
He gives me absolutely no time to recover before going for number three. Dalton lowers his face back down to me and presses his lips to my very sensitive bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it in circles. I think I’m screaming, but I can’t hear anything besides my heart beating rapidly between my ears. I don’t think I can take much more of this. It’s painful, but for some reason, I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t even consider using my safe word. I trust him to know what I can handle.
As I’m making my way back toward another summit, Dalton pulls his head back, looking straight into my eyes as he spits onto my pussy. At first, I think I’m seeing things. But when he does it again, my eyes go wide. Everything about this man is so filthy, but I can’t seem to get enough of it.
“I’m going to eat this delicious cunt while I finger your tight asshole. If you don’t want me to do that, tell me now,” he says. When he licked me there in Vegas, that was different. It was still new to me and something I was unsure about, but I trusted him. But now, he’s going to put his fingers inside me. This is something that’s so intimate, I don’t know if I can do it. But I know that if I want to try it at all, which I do, it has to be with Dalton. There’s absolutely no one else in this world that I feel safer with than him. So, I nod my head and lower back down, lying flat on the table.
“You’re being such a good girl for me right now,” he praises as he gathers his spit and drags it down to my puckered hole. When he pushes against it, I tense up. “Relax for me, Dia,” he says in a soothing voice. “Youknow I’d never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good.” His words hit their mark, calming me enough that the tension in my body slowly releases. When he breeches my back entrance, I loosen even more becausefuck, that feels good.And when he returns his lips back to my clit, sucking and licking gently as he moves his finger in and out, a coil of tightness like I’ve never felt before starts to twist inside me. The noises that are coming out of my mouth don’t even sound human as he brings me toward what I know will be the most intense orgasm of my life. I feel saliva slipping from the corners of my mouth as my head thrashes back and forth. My eyes fill with tears at how overwhelmed with pleasure I am, but I never, ever want him to stop.
“What a fucking sight,” he says, looking up from between my legs. “My perfect wife spread across the kitchen table, dripping from every hole while she lets me do whatever depraved things I can think of to her body. You’re a fucking dream, Dia.”
He’s barely touched his tongue to my clit again as I go off, my pussy contracting tightly around nothing. I cry out, my entire body convulsing uncontrollably as I lay there, unable to get a handle on any part of myself. I’m just a passenger on this ride as Dalton makes sure every single ounce of pleasure is wrung from my exhausted body.
I’m completely sure I can’t endure another climax. I am utterly spent, lying there nearly unconscious, as he lifts me from the table and holds me close, carrying me back to the bed. He presses a soft kiss to my lips, which I don’t even have the energy to reciprocate, making him chuckle.
“Just so you know, I’m not done with you yet,” he says. All I can manage is a weak whine at the thought of him putting me through that all over again. Dalton lowers meto the mattress and my limp body sinks into its softness immediately. I snuggle up under the blankets as he pulls them to my chin just the way I like before dropping another sweet kiss to my forehead. “Rest, baby. You’re safe here,” he whispers as he slides in beside me and wraps me into his warm embrace. I’m asleep instantly, dreaming of a life where I allow myself to be happy and every night is just like this one.
TWENTY-FIVE
DALTON
“I’m down!”I yell into my headset. “Mav, I’m hit behind the wall at the middle of the map. Come revive me!”
“Calm the fuck down, bro. I’m coming,” he replies.
Now that it’s the offseason, the guys and I get pretty creative with our hangouts. When we get closer to training camp, the team sets up organized team activities, orOTAs, for us to build on our relationships before the real work starts. But this early, we make up our own ways to chill. Maverick and I spend a few hours a week playing video games. Blaze joins us when he’s not with Mads, but if I’m honest, he’s trash at this particular game, so I may have forgotten to mention that we were going to be on this morning. He’ll figure it out eventually, yell at us for not telling him, then proceed to punt our chances at a Victory Royale into outer fucking space.
Mav’s avatar rounds the wall I’m hiding behind and I wait as he revives me. Once I’m up, I use a med kit to get my health all the way back up to a hundred percent.
“Here,” he says into his mic as his character dropssomething on the ground in front of mine. “Take this shield potion. You fucking suck today and I don’t feel like coming back over to save your ass again.Might as well be playing with Becks.” He mumbles the last part like a dick.
My avatar chugs the bottle of potion just as a very sleepy Dia enters the living room. She clearly just woke up. Her eyes are still half-closed, and her hair is wild as she pads over to me wrapped in the king-sized comforter from my bed. She looks at me with a tired smile and I point to my headset, mouthing‘Maverick’so she knows to stay quiet. I’ve said it a million times…I’d tell the world about us right now. But I’m respecting the fact that she doesn’t want anyone aside from Blaze and Mads knowing.
She keeps moving in my direction, plopping down next to me on the couch and resting her head in my lap. I reach down with one hand and smooth it over her hair as she lets out a contented sigh. This is exactly what I envisioned when I wanted to have her here. Sure, I enjoy the sex-filled nights that we get to have whenever we want now that we’re easily accessible to one another, but these are the moments that I was most excited for. Her walking out of the bedroom, still warm and sleepy, as she comes to find me for comfort.
“Dude, what thefuck?” Mav’s voice blows my eardrum out as I look up and see him getting shot over and over. His avatar drops, crawling on the ground right next to where mine is standing.Oops.
I return both hands to my controller and start shooting at the opponent just as Mav dies at my feet. All the items his character was holding surround him as his murderer picks them up then turns his weapon on me. Before I even hit him once, I’m dead.
“You fucking suck!” I yell at the random stranger in my headset.
“I’m fucking twelve!” a high-pitched voice replies, “And agirl.You suck!”
I’m stunned silent with my jaw on the floor as Maverick’s voice comes back. “That backfired.”
“Did you hear themouthon that kid?” I ask.
