Page 6 of All Hallows' Maze
“Feel free to answer,” Dakota said casually as he leaned against the open frame. “Don’t mind me.” Anxiety twisted my stomach into a giant knot, but more so, embarrassment flooded my chest because I’d be stupid to believe he didn’t know. “That’s a scared Bunny,” he said, reading my face and straightening. I knew the game was done for him, but it didn’t fix anything or take back the words said.
I pushed past him, fleeing into the hallway and heading for the sanctuary of my room. A firm hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me back and pressing me against the wall out of Vic’s sight. Dakota leaned over me and planted his free hand by my head.
“Hey, hey…talk to me.” But I couldn’t because it was true. “Victor’s being an ass, I didn’t put him up to that.”
“Let me go.” I attempted to steel my voice, but it came out wavered and weak.
“No chance, I caught you fair and square.” I wasn’t in the mood for his games because as he leaned in, all I wanted was for him to do it. Keep me pinned against the wall as he took all he wanted from me. He’d been drinking something fruity in the kitchen and I could almost taste it on the thin air between us.
“I’m not feeding into his stupid bullshit, let me go.” This time it was a firm demand, and his hand released my arm before I finished the word.
“I’m finding you later.” I looked away before rushing the stairs.
“Fuck off, Dakota.”
It hurt to say it. I don’t think I’d ever playfully uttered the words, but the back and forth was too much. He was nonchalant about the idea but hadn’t moved to change anything about us and I needed to be alone. So, I tried to place a wedge there the best way I knew how.
Boys were stupid, brothers even more so.
At the top of the stairs, I reached my room and slammed door hard enough to shake the walls. I made a beeline for my bathroom, slamming that door. Only it was too hard, and the latch didn’t catch. Despite the upset, desire swelled because the heart is a fickle bitch. It would’ve been manageable, but he had to get so fucking close to me.
I slapped my hands on the counter and stared in the mirror.
“Stupid, stupid idiot.” As much as I wanted to mean the words for Dakota, it was a literal reflection of myself. Tense in the right places, my cheeks flushed, and it crept down over my breasts.
The shine of my necklace chain caught my eye, and like an addict I couldn’t talk myself out of taking that pleasure. I pulled my necklace out of my shirt and yanked off the bar-like pendant. Hoping onto the counter, I clicked the discrete vibrator on and felt it come to life. One day I was certain the need would fade away, but it wasn’t that day.
I leaned back against the mirror and pulled my shorts to the side, teasing the cool metal over my clit. At its lowest setting, I craved more.
“Stupid,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes as the cold of the glass radiated to my scalp.
My arousal sickened my pussy as I moved over the sensitive flesh. An image of Dakota shirtless and flushed came to my mind. The days I went with him to the gym or the studio were my favorite as they left him sweaty and tired. I changed the setting again and felt the sensation ripple through my core. The orgasm built as I thought of him sweaty withme.
“Dakota.” His name slipped from my lips as a whispered prayer.
My hand traveled over my stomach and into my shirt where I cupped my breast and squeezed. I pinched and rolled my nipple, the piercing intensifying the sensation. My hips rocked and I rubbed the vibrator harder in small circles over my begging clit.
“Fuck,Dakota.” It was a beautiful moan as the high rose.
I needed him to touch me like this. I wanted to feel him between my legs instead. The thread snapped as my pussy clenched around nothing and my thighs shook. My shorts and the counter grew damp as I chased each wave.
“I need you so fucking bad.”
I clicked to the third setting. It was the most intense one I could manage and it rocked me. I wanted to scream his name, let him hear me get off to just the mere thought of him. With no reprieve, I pushed into that feeling again. Everything was soaked and the sound of cum hitting the counter and floor filled the room between my pants and whispered wishes.
With a deep breath I collected myself and stripped my shorts off, tossing them haphazardly at my laundry bin. Everything was too restrictive, I needed to be spread out and thoroughly fucked. Bracing my feet on the counter, I did just that. Slipping two fingers inside me, I stroked at my g-spot as my vibrator worked my throbbing clit. I needed more than this, and it pissed me off that this was all I had.
“Such a stupid,” I took a deep breath as my abdomen tightened as pretty green eyes flashed in my mind, “pretty boy.” My pussy clenched around my fingers as I flooded my hand.
My face burned from the rush of so many orgasms, but I didn’t care, no one would see me for the rest of the night. I climbed off the counter and pulled the wrinkled shirt over my head. Grabbing a dirty towel, I threw it on the floor and started the shower. I’d do a proper clean afterward, but I desired the sting of hot water first.
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Sleep was a funny thing.Or rather, dreaming was a concept I didn’t fully understand but appreciated all the same. In that state, I got my wish every night. Dakota fucked me exactly how I wanted in that realm, but I woke up feeling empty because it was just that…a dream. That night, he whispered my name softly as he trailed his hands over my body. It left me feeling ticklish before it faded away far too soon.
“Vera?” I hadn’t dreamed that, or the very real touch on my arm. I blinked my eyes open to a darkened room, but the dip in my bed told me I wasn’t alone.
“Dakota?” I sat up, focusing on the man in front of me. The ambient light from the ajar bathroom helped me adjust so I could make him out. He was shirtless, and there was a shine to his hair like it was wet. His fingers trailed up my arm and fixed my tank top strap.
