by Kaci Rose
"Good, now it's your turn to go change. Put on those sexy cotton shorts, and one of those tank tops you like to wear around the tour bus and torment me with." He growls.
I shoot him a smile over my shoulder, before running upstairs and changing into the clothes he asked for. I run a brush through my hair and retouch my makeup, before heading back downstairs.
Tonight, I want to move things along from more than just kisses, so it's time to push some of his buttons. Seeing him shirtless sent me over the edge, and I'm going to have to break out my vibrator tonight, if he isn't willing to touch me. I will make sure he knows it, too.
As soon as I walk into the kitchen, his eyes are on me.
"Fuck." He whispers under his breath, as his eyes roam over me.
I walk over to the oven and open it to check on the casserole that I know isn't ready yet, and slowly bend down to look at it. He groans behind me, and I smile.
"Not quite ready yet," I tell him.
Then, turning to get plates to set the table, I open the cabinet and reach for the plates, which causes my shorts to ride up and give him a nice view of the bottom of my ass. I put on the shortest pair I own for this reason.
Only this time, when he groans, it's followed by him pressing his body to mine from behind.
"What are you trying to do to me?" He whispers, pressings his cock into me.
"You started this, when you walked out here with no shirt on," I say and slowly lower myself back to the flats of my feet. I enjoy the glide down his length, and when he leans forward and grips the counter surrounding me, I place the plates on the counter and turn to face him.
"You have been teasing me all week, Dallas, and then you walk out here like this tonight. It's time to even the playing field." I run a hand up his arm, over his shoulder, and down his chest.
This is the first time I get to see his ink up close. Over his heart is a tattoo of the state of Texas with a heart just to the right of the center. It has to hold some meaning, but being we aren't from Texas, I'm not sure what.
I run my finger over it to the crossed guitars on the other side with the quote, 'Because your mine, I walk the line' from one of our favorite Johnny Cash songs.
I'm distracted from my exploring, when the oven timer goes off. Neither of us moves, but I meet his eyes. They’re heated, as he’s been watching me.
"Dinner time," I whisper. He moves and takes the plates to finish setting the table, as I pull the food out.
Dinner is intense. Neither of us says anything, but I swear Dallas is undressing me with his eyes. His gaze is just as fiery as when I was tracing his tattoos.
"Eat up, baby girl." He says breaking me from his gaze, as I realize I had stopped eating just to watch him.
I turn my eyes back to my plate and finish eating. Once I'm done, I stand to clean up the kitchen, when his hands take mine.
"Leave it." He says, and without letting go of my hand, heads to the living room. He turns the TV on to some cooking show and pulls me onto the couch next to him.
My ass barely hits the couch, when his lips are on mine. It's a deep, heated kiss that matches the intensity of his gaze earlier. He keeps pulling me closer, like he can't get me close enough.
Without realizing how it happened, I'm straddling his lap all without breaking the kiss. He starts trailing kisses across my jaw, as he tangles a hand in my hair and pulls my head back to start kissing down my neck.
"More," I gasp.
His hands leave my hair, and I look back at him.
"Are you wet for me?" He whispers, as his hand snakes up my thigh and into my shorts.
He runs his finger over my panties, making me moan.
"Yeah, you are. Damn, Austin, knowing I can do this to you." He shakes his head and keeps rubbing me lightly over my panties.
"Dallas," I groan.
"What do you need?"
"Your mouth." I want him to kiss me again, but he gives me a devilish smile.
"You want my mouth on you down here?" He rubs a bit harder, making me cry out.
"Yes!"
Then, an unsure look crosses over his face, and he pulls his hand from my shorts.
"What is it?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "You wouldn't believe me."
"Try me."
He studies my face for a minute, before he throws his head against the back of the couch and looks at the ceiling. Both his hands grip my hips, but neither of us moves.
"I haven't done that before, gone down on a girl. There are a lot of things I haven't done. I was very much a one-trick pony." His confession shocks me.
"What do you mean?" I ask, needing to know more.
He shakes his head, "This is totally going to kill the mood."
"Then, we will have just as much fun getting it back." I urge him on.
"I may have been a playboy, but it was always on my terms. I didn't kiss a lot and never in public. I only did it in one position ever, never took my shirt off, never went down on a girl, and never let them go down on me."
"You've never had a blow job?" I ask shocked.
His eyes find mine, as he shakes his head.
"What position?" I ask.
He gives me a dry laugh. "From behind, I never wanted to see their faces."
"Why?" I ask.
"I promise to tell you just not now. It's a little too deep for us tonight." His eyes plead with me to let it go.
"This is why you haven't let us go beyond kissing?" I ask him.
He slowly nods with that uncertain look back on his face.
"Do you realize you admitting this to me turns me on even more?"
Confusion clouds his face. "What?"
I laugh, "Dallas, I didn't care when I thought you had done more things with these women than I would ever want to try. But knowing you might at some point trust me with some of your firsts? That is a huge turn on."
He pulls my face to his and kisses me slowly, like he has all the time in the world.
"There’s no might. You will be the one getting my firsts. All of them. I hope maybe we’ll find some you can give me."
I laugh. "Trust me, I can name a few off the top of my head."
"Such as?"
"Well, I've never let a guy go down on me. I've never let a guy come in my mouth, I've never gone bareback, or had sex outside the bedroom." I shrug. "And when you decide to give me your reasons, I’ll give you mine."
"Deal. Would you be up for checking off one of those firsts for both of us?" He asks.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I want you to come on my tongue. Ever since you stepped out in these tiny shorts earlier, I've been thinking about it. I want to know what you taste like. I want to know what you look like, when you let go and what drives you wild. Will you let me?"
I nod, a bit shy, but I want to do this with him. Only with him. He lifts me off him and lays me on the couch. His hands shake a little, and in some weird way knowing he's nervous, eases my nerves, too.
He slides my shorts off and tosses them on the floor and runs his hands back up my legs, spreading me wide.
"These panties are soaked. Do you have any idea how hot that is?" He asks.
I nod, as he smiles and leans down to kiss me just below my belly button.
"Will you take your shirt off?” He asks.
I hesitate for only a minute, before I sit up just enough to pull the tank top off. I wasn't wearing a bra under it, so now, I lay completely naked in front of him with the exception of my barely there lace panties.
"So perfect." He mumbles against my skin.
He runs his hands down my side, until he gets to my hips, and he sees the tattoo there. It's a guitar with Highway 55 written next to it, the band’s name. On the guitar, are the orange wildflowers that were always filling our field in the summer, when we were growing up.
Dallas stares at it and runs his finger over it, before looking back at me.
"When did you get this?" He asks.
"When you had your
first platinum album." I see him doing the calculations in his head. That was several years ago.
"How have I not seen it?" He asks.
I shrug, “Because I wear mostly one-piece bathing suits around you guys, per Landon's orders." I smile.
After he caught so many guys blatantly staring at me, when I would swim in a bikini, he demanded I wear a bathing suit that covered more. So, I got a few of those cute vintage 1950s one-piece halter swimsuits with the shorts.
"I might have put that bug in his ear. I hate how they stared at you." He says, his eyes still on the tattoo.
"Any other tattoos I should know about?" He asks.
"If I told you, it would take the fun out of it."
He leans over and places a feather-light kiss over the tattoo, before kissing across the top of my panties to my hips, and then slowly pulling them down and kissing one leg and slowly back up the other.
He spreads my legs, and his eyes travel up my body to my breasts, which he hasn't even touched yet. Leaning up, he takes one into his mouth, giving it a light nip, before moving over to the other, and then slowly kissing down my belly, before landing on my clit.
His tongue circles my clit, and he raises his eyes to me. Our eyes lock, as he continues the assault on my clit, and the sensations that take over my body are indescribable.
When his mouth moves further down, and his tongue slides into me, my hips buck trying to get closer. He rests an arm over my hips to hold me in place and rubs his thumb over my clit.
"Oh God, don't stop," I swear I can feel him smile against me, before he picks up the pace with his tongue, keeping slow firm strokes on my clit. The mixed sensations overwhelm me, and my climax hits hard. I cum harder than I ever have in my life, screaming his name.
Once my body relaxes, I open my eyes, and Dallas is staring at me in wonder.
"Mmmm, what is it?" I ask.
He shakes his head, "I think I just realized..." He stops and shakes his head again and grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it over us, as he lies down beside me.
"Honesty. I want all of you, Dallas."
"Probably not something to talk about after what we just did."
"Yet, I'm going to insist you do."
"I just realized how many women faked it with me. Watching you let go like that for me? I've never seen anything like it."
"So, you got two firsts tonight." I smile and kiss his chest. I trail my hand over his hard cock. "We can go for three."
"Mmmm, you can feel how bad I want you, but tonight was about you. My pace may not make sense to you, but I want to do this right. Though, I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of, okay?"
I snuggle into him and hum my agreement. Neither one of us is in a hurry to head upstairs.
Chapter 16
Dallas
I wake up around three a.m. and having a naked Austin pressed against me has me hard, but this isn't about me. She gave me the most wonderful gift last night. Knowing I made her cum is so powerful and very addicting. After one night, I’m addicted to making my girl cum and I'm already planning, when I can do it again.
I run my hand up and down her back, enjoying her smooth, soft skin. We both fell asleep on the couch last night after I made her cum. Holy hell, that was the most erotic experience of my life, making my girl scream my name from just my tongue. The bulge in my pants grows, and I didn't think it was possible.
I need to get relief, if I'm going to be able to sleep. I start to shift, thinking I can go to the bathroom and take care of it and come back, before she even wakes up but, I'm not so lucky. Her arm tightens around me.
"Trying to sneak away?" She asks, her voice laced with sleep.
"No, baby girl." I kiss the top of her head, and she shifts her leg over my hips, and it rubs against my cock. I can't stop the groan that comes from me, even this slight touch of her leg feels good.
"Please, Dallas. Let me." She whispers, as her hand trails down towards my pants.
Before her hand reaches my cock, I grab her waist, pulling her, so she’s straddling me. Her breasts are on full display, and there’s enough light from the moonlight coming in from the windows to see her. She's perfect.
As she starts grinding on me, my hands travel up her side and gently grab her breasts and run my thumbs over their peaks. This makes her gasp, so I do it again and earn a moan.
Her grinding on me feels so good I know I won’t last long. I lean up and take one of her perfect tits into my mouth and suck it hard, and then do the same to the other. Gripping her waist again, I stroke her clit. She needs to cum soon, because I'm not going to last.
"Oh, Dallas. Oh, God." She starts to moan.
"Cum for me, baby girl. Let me watch you fall apart again."
She shifts again falling forward, resting on my shoulders, as her body locks up, and she screams my name. I hold out as long as I can to watch her, but less than two more stokes, and I'm cumming harder than I’ve ever done before.
"Fuck, baby, I needed that. Watching you, I just don't have the words. Though, we need to practice you being quiet, because we won't always have the place to ourselves."
She gives a light chuckle but doesn't move.
"Baby, I need to go get cleaned up."
"I don't think I can move. I feel like jello all over." She says.
With a little tricky maneuvering, I lay her down and run up to my room and clean up and change into clean sweatpants, before I head back downstairs. I find Austin already asleep again, so I crawl in beside her.
"Took you long enough." She says, and she attaches herself to my side. Maybe, she wasn't quite asleep yet.
"Want to go to bed?" I ask her. Her bed is more comfortable than this couch is any day.
"Nope, not moving and neither are you." She snuggles into me even more.
"Nowhere else I'd rather be," I tell her.
The doorbell going off wakes me up. I have Austin in my arms, and I sure as hell don't want to move. I don't remember falling asleep, but it was one of the best nights of sleep I can remember having in a long time.
What we did last night floats to the front of my mind, and the memories alone get me hard, but it doesn't last long, as the doorbell rings again. I sigh and start to get up.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Austin murmurs.
"No, baby girl. Get dressed. I'll go get it." I say getting up.
I watch Austin stretch her bare breasts on full display, and before I go, I lean down and give them each a kiss and forget all about the door, when she groans. I'm getting ready to settle back on the couch and give them more attention, when the doorbell rings again. By the time I get to the door, I'm getting really irritated. It's barely eight a.m.
Landon and I rarely close and lock the gate, because this neighborhood is gated and is really safe, but after this and while Landon is gone, I will be making sure it's closed. I don't want any more of my time with Austin interrupted.
I open the door to find a guy in expensive jeans and an old t-shirt with dark hair, standing on the porch. He looks me over, I'm still shirtless in the sweatpants I changed into early this morning, after round two of making my girl cum.
"What the hell do you want so damn early?" I ask, not even trying to be nice.
"Is Austin here?" He asks.
Jealousy, like I've never felt, surges through my body. Some guy coming and asking for my girl after last night? Fuck, I need to calm down. I don't get the chance to respond, before Austin is at my side.
"Branden? What the fuck are you doing here?" She says clearly not happy to see him at the door.
Branden, her ex, who proposed after three months. I don't move from my spot. Though, I know Austin can take care of herself, I'm here if she needs me. I'd love the chance to punch this guy in the face.
He doesn't answer right away and just looks her up and down.
"What are you doing here?" Austin demands.
"I wanted to talk we had a fight and..."
"We did not fight. I
ended it, because you proposed after three months of a causal relationship. Now, how did you find me?"
She doesn't invite him in, and for that, I'm happy, because it means she has no intention of letting him stay.
Branden, or as I've been calling him in my head, sir who I want to punch in the face, shoves his hands into his pockets and looks at the ground. His body language just seems... off. I can't put my finger on it.
"I went to your apartment to try to talk to you, and your roommate gave me some of your mail that didn't get forwarded. One had this return address on it. Remembering your brother was here, I took a shot."
He looked at me, when he said, brother. Yeah, aren't you going to shit your pants, when you realize I’m not her brother?
"Branden, you need to go. I don't want you here, and I don't want you to come back. Set foot on this property again, and it will be trespassing. I don't know how you got in here, but I'm guessing the cops won't have a hard time figuring it out."
"Austin, come on. I love you, and I just want to talk. I get that it was too much too soon."
I growl, when I hear that, and his eyes shoot to me. He looks a little worried, as he should be.
"That’s the problem, I feel nothing for you. It was a casual arrangement. It wasn't a relationship, and I'm starting to realize sex with you wasn't even that great. Goodbye."
She slams the door in his face and locks it, before turning around and hesitantly looking up at me. I see a slight tremble go through her, and before I can say anything, I'm pulling her into my arms.
"I'm here, Austin. I'm right here. Not going anywhere."
She clings to me, like I'm her lifeline, and maybe, I am, but in this moment, I know I need her just as much. I run my hands down to her ass.
"Hold on," I whisper in her ear and lift her up. She instantly wraps her legs around me and buries her face in my neck. I carry her back to the living room, where we spent the night and sink down on to the couch, holding her tight. She makes no move to let go of me, and I don't want her, too.
I rub her back, and slowly, she stops trembling. Even once she’s calm, neither of us moves. I will give her all the strength she needs always. I will sit here all day with her if that’s what she needs.