Page 66 of One Night Only
I don’t know why, but the sheer mention of him getting all bossy does things to me that I cannot even begin to explain. The knot in my belly tightens. My core tingles. And the butterflies in my chest go wild. After a moment, I nod again, my smile nervous despite my excitement.
Dallas takes a step back, putting some space between us, and he uses the distance to allow his gaze to trail down over my body. I almost cover myself again, but I stop at the last minute, and instead, I lift my chin a little higher, squaring my shoulders.
Toeing off his boots, Dallas watches me as he pushes his jeans down, kicking them aside before taking a seat on the end of the bed. With a beckoning motion of his fingers, he utters in a low, graveled voice, “C’mere.”
I step up to him again, fully aware that he’s currently eye level with my most intimate parts. Glancing up at me, his big hands grip my waist before skirting down my sides, stopping at the top of my boots.
“I would love to do all the things to you with these on, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he says, dragging each zipper down at the same time.
I step out of the boots, and he guides me down until I’m straddling his thick, muscular thighs. When I feel his erection press against me, skin to skin, I suck in a gasp, looking down between us.
“Not tonight, baby,” he whispers, as if he can hear my thoughts. “But so fucking soon… look how perfect we’d fit together.” He tilts his hips just enough to rub against me again, and I’m forced to clamp down on my bottom lip before I beg him.
I meet Dallas’s eyes as he continues moving against me, and I can tell by the small smile ghosting his lips that he knows what he’s doing to me. I can’t stop myself from meeting his movements, grinding against him, desperate for more when his cock rubs up against my clit.
“Aw, you want it so bad, don’t you Goldie?”
I nod frantically, whimpering. But before I can get too carried away, Dallas stops. Gripping me, he scoots up the bed, taking me with him, and he lies back, grinning as he gazes up at me.
“Climb aboard, ma’am.”
My eyes go wide because I’ve never done this before and I don’t even know how it’s supposed to work.
“Here,” Dallas says, and suddenly I’m being lifted like I weigh absolutely nothing, straddling his chest. “Now, turn around and back that fine ass up.”
What sounded like a really good idea moments ago is now filling me with dread and serious self-doubt. Turn around and back up? I can only imagine the view from his perspective and it is not pretty. I don’t even realize I’m shaking my head until Dallas pushes up on his elbows, pinning me with a serious look.
“Goldie,” he warns. “Get out of that cute little head of yours and do as I say.”
Oh, okay. So there’s that bossiness. And it would appear I am totally here for it if the sudden ache in my pussy is any indication.
With a deep breath, I close my eyes and do as instructed, edging back over his face, and I actually want to die. This is so embarrassing.
Without warning, Dallas wraps his arms around my thighs and yanks me backward and down, and suddenly, without warning, I’m right there, his mouth covering me. At first, I’m rendered shocked, momentarily frozen. But then I feel his tongue, and a low moan slips out of me that is far too loud for this time of night when my sister and Bron are asleep just down the hall.
“Shhh,” Dallas chuckles from underneath me.
Covering my mouth, I groan into my palm when I feel his tongue lick from my clit to my entrance and back again, long, slow, determined licks. His hands palm my ass, spreading me wider, and when his tongue thrusts inside of me, my back arches and my hips move of their own accord.
“Can you breathe?” I pant, suddenly worried I’m suffocating him because I’m literally riding his face.
Dallas says something. I think it was along the lines ofyes, fuck. I can’t quite tell. But the vibrations of his words do all sorts of wicked things to me, and I throw my head back with a stifled, “Fuuuuuck.”
I’m already close. I can feel the coil in my belly tighten, pressure building low at the base of my spine. But I have a job to do. This isn’t all about me. I said I want to suck his cock and my God, I meant it.
Breathing hard, I lean forward, slowly, carefully, my body shuddering with every expert swipe of Dallas’s tongue. His length is right there, stretching all the way up to his navel, and it’s leaking with his own need. I rest a hand on his hip, lowering myself, but then he sucks on me, and I fall all way the forward, burying my face against his thigh to muffle my sounds. This is harder than I thought it would be.
“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper between gasps.
He pulls away from me just long enough to utter, “So put me in your fucking mouth, baby.”
I shiver at his tone. So low and grumbly and demanding. So unlike him but still sexy as hell.
I carefully wrap my hand around his thick base, squeezing a little and reveling in the sound that rumbles deep in his chest. I smile to myself, moving in closer, close enough to poke out my tongue and lick the tip. Again, he growls, and the grip he has on my ass tightens almost to the point of pain. But his reaction only encourages me, and I lick him again, wrapping my lips around the flared head and sucking as I stroke him firm and slow.
“Shit, Goldie,” he gasps, pausing his ministrations to breathe hard.
And I think the fact that I can’t see his face, one of my senses effectively taken away, makes it even sexier; his sounds, his words, the way his stomach muscles flex with every swirl of my tongue—I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt so powerful. It’s never been like this before.
