Page 37 of Run Game
He raises a brow in my direction, “You’d better sit that cute little ass back down,” he warns. I roll my eyes, throwing myself back into the chair and crossing my arms over my chest like a child. Dalton just chuckles before returning to our midnight breakfast. Several minutes later,he walks over with a plate of eggs, bacon, and a piece of toast, setting it down in front of me with a quick kiss to the top of my head. He returns to the stove, plating his own food, which looks to be enough to feed an entire family, and sits down across from me.
I eye his food. “Do you always eat that much?” I ask.
He grins, patting his rock-hard stomach. “I’m a growing boy, Wifey.”
I can’t help the scowl that mars my expression. “That’s so unfair,” I mumble, stabbing my fork into my eggs. “Why do boys get the good metabolismandthe good eyelashes? You should only be able to pick one.”
“Eh,” he says with a shrug, “But you guys get boobs that you can play with whenever you want. So, I’d say that evens things out.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “Why are you like this?” I ask.
“Sorry for being a tit man, babe. It’s a damn good thing I don’t have a set of my own. I’d never leave the house,” he says, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth and chewing while I glower at him. “Eat,” he orders, pointing at my plate.
I look down at it, hesitating. I’ve never had issues with food. Even when I strived to have what society considered the‘perfect dancer’s body’, I ate. Growing up in a house where you weren’t sure where your next meal would come from makes you thankful for all the nutrients you can get your hands on. Not to mention, breakfast food is my favorite. When Mads first went to college, we met up every Sunday morning at the diner by my apartment and binged on greasy food until we couldn’t take another bite.
So, why am I struggling here right now?It’s like thecereal thing all over again. He made me food because he cares about me. And it’s no big deal.
So, just take a bite, Dia.
Sensing my discomfort, Dalton sits back in his chair, a cocky grin tipping up the corners of his lips. “I’ll tell you what,” he says.Oh, boy.“One bite equals one orgasm.”
“What?” I say, genuinely confused.
“For every bite you eat, I’ll give you an orgasm.”
I let out an incredulous laugh. “Dalton, there’s an entire plate of food here and I’m starving.”
He pops a shoulder. “Cool. Me, too.”Good fucking God.
I pick up a piece of bacon, eyeing him suspiciously. “There are at least twenty bites here.At least,” I emphasize. “I’d die.”
He smirks. “RIP you, then.”
Why is this turning me on? I should be throwing a fit at the fact that he’s treating me like a child. Rewarding me for eating my food. And I should be mad at myself for being so jaded and defiant at the thought of him doing something nice for me, that I have to be bribed with sex. But I’m not, and here we are.
I bring the bacon to my mouth, biting off a piece and chewing. He sits forward, smiling, as he stabs his eggs with his fork. “Good girl.”
Before I know it, I’ve taken so many bites that I lost count. My stomach is feeling better as we fall into a comfortable conversation, discussing the plan to tell Mads and Blaze that I’ll be spending the rest of our six-week period living here with Dalton. Now that I’m broke again, I’m going to have to go out this week and put in some job applications. It all happened so fast, that I barely had time to consider how I would get the money to move out on my own. I have a few hundred dollars in cash that I had beensaving up, but that definitely won’t cut it. So, I’ll need to take the first job that will hire me. That’s nothing I haven’t experienced before, though.
I look down to see that my plate is completely empty. A sense of accomplishment washes over me at the fact that I let someone else do something nice for me without running away. And to be honest, it actually felt really good.
“Alright,” Dalton says, picking up his plate, moving it to the counter by the sink, returning to his seat, and patting his hand on the table. “Bring me my dessert.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes. “I think you’ve eaten enough, big guy. Let’s go back to bed.” I walk over, grabbing him by the hand and trying my hardest to yank his massive body up, but he’s a lot stronger as he pulls me in, lifting me at the waist and setting my ass on the table in front of him.
“I told you,” he says with a wink. “I’m a growing boy.” This time, instead of patting his stomach, he grabs ahold of his dick, which I notice is already getting hard under his shorts. “Now, lay back and let me give you the orgasms I promised.”
I give him a berating look. “I thought we established that I’d die if you made me come that many times. Plus, I got distracted and lost count, so I don’t even know how man?—”
“Twenty-three,” he interrupts. “Funny that you think I’ve taken my eyes off those fuckable lips of yours since the day I met you. Now, you have two choices. Lay back on this table and I’ll take it easy on you,” he pauses for a moment, letting option one sink in, “or you can keep being a brat, I’ll carry you to the bed, and rip orgasm afterorgasm from your body until you cry. It’s your choice, wife.”
Well, damn.
As much fun as defying him sounds, I’m not prepared for the consequences right now. That doesn’t mean that I won’t be poking the bear at some point in the near future, but today is not that day. The corners of my mouth tip up as I slowly lower my back onto the cold wood of Dalton’s kitchen table. He grabs around my calves and brings my feet up to rest on his thighs. He takes his time caressing the smooth skin of my legs, starting at my ankles and working his way up. I’m shaking with anticipation as he replaces his hands with his lips, kissing his way upward, slowly. When he darts his wet, hot tongue out and drags it from my knee to the junction of my thigh, I clench them together on instinct. Dalton chuckles as he wrenches my legs back apart, this time lifting my feet and resting them on the table. I’m spread wide in front of him and he’s looking directly at my bare pussy like it’s the only meal he’ll ever need. I can’t help myself as I lift to my elbows so I can see him.
I want to say something mouthy, to tell him to hurry up and eat me, but I don’t. I just watch him as he leans in, taking a deep breath of me. The first time he did it in Vegas, I was a little confused. But now, I can’t get enough of the look on his face as the scent of my arousal hits him. His wide shoulders move up and down rapidly with his deep breaths, and it makes me feel so powerful. His body shakes slightly as he reaches his hands up, and parts my lower lips with his thumbs.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he shows mercy by leaning forward and dragging his tongue from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top. He groans like he’sin pain before diving in fully, pushing inside me as far as he can. I reach down, fisting his hair tightly. I don’t know if I’m holding him to me, or if I’m just trying to stop myself from floating right off this table and into outer space.
