Page 112 of Home Field Advantage
I swallow before nodding in agreement.
“You’re not planning on using that list with anyone else, are you?”
With my heart pounding in my chest, I shake my head. Of course not, because Dallas is the only man that’s been on my mind. I wrote that list with him, and only him, in mind.
“Good.” He steps toward me, forcing me to look up at him. I suck in a sharp breath when he brings his lips back down over mine. My entire body is on fire with every move and every breath. “I want to be the only man who will be checking anything off that list of yours. The only fucking man to touch you the way you deserve to be touched. It’ll be me andonlyme,” he growls. “Understood?”
I suck in another sharp breath. “Yes.”
“However, I only noticed two things on the list.”
I shrug, feeling embarrassed and stepping out of his hold. “I haven’t done anything other than what you’ve done to me.”
The corner of his lips twist up at the same time he raises an eyebrow. “Nothing?”
I shake my head, averting my gaze because this is so embarrassing. Probably worse than telling him I’m actually a virgin.
He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t be shywith me, Poppy. Youneverhave to be shy with me. I’ll take care of you.”
Oh my god.
My core throbs; the feeling of the first time his hands were all over me comes rushing back. Is it crazy that I want him to start checking things off with me right now? He can’t stay long, so that’s insanity, but Christ, the pressure is building the longer he looks at me.
He must know because he reaches into his back pocket, never taking his eyes off mine, to reread the list.
“Number one, give a blow job.” His smile stretches from ear to ear.
Obviously, I’ve never given one, but the thought of doing it with Dallas excites me more than it scares me. I know he’s going to take care of me and ensure I don’t feel embarrassed about doing it wrong.
And I want it.
I know Dallas won’t push me either. He won’t take the first step because he’s giving me control. I look to the door, and back to him. My body moves on its own when I take a step into him, hooking my fingertips into his jeans. He hisses at the touch, looking down at where I toy with the button of the jeans.
“You don’t have to do this right now, Poppy. I want you to take all the time you need. I want you to be ready.”
I remain silent, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Before I can do anything else, Dallas tosses the list onto the table and grips my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look up with my hands still on his jeans.
“Can you show me?” I ask, before he can protest this anymore.
He gives me a quick nod, not moving, letting me have this control.
I tug down his jeans, and he stands there in just a pair of black boxer briefs. Anticipation swirls between my legs, but fear grips my chest because, without even taking them off, I can tellhe’s big from how hard he is under the fabric. My tongue darts out, swiping across my bottom lip, which forces a low growl to rumble in his chest.
Which only makes me want this that much more.
“Take it out.”
Tucking my fingers into the boxer briefs, I push them down. His cock springing free and a bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip already. I bite my bottom lip as I stare at it, while I involuntarily rub my legs together, craving some sort of friction.
“Wrap your hand around my cock.”
His orders are strong and dominant, which only builds the tension in my body. With one hand resting on my thigh, I sit back on my heels and take his cock in my other hand. It’s thick and hard with veins protruding around the sides, but the skin around it feels soft under my touch. He sucks in a sharp breath at the touch, his hips moving forward on their own.
“Now you’re going to slide your hand up and down.”
Slowly, my hand pumps him from root to tip, and he moans. That one moan ignites something in me I never thought I would feel. Where he was once feral for me, I’m finding myself desperate for him. Without further instruction, I press off my heels and lick the drop of pre-cum off the tip.
“Fuck, honey,” he groans, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he tips his head back. But it only lasts a second because he needs his eyes on me. “Now open those pretty lips for me. Let me feel your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
