Saving Dallas

by Jones, Kim

  “More please,” I begged. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. I wanted every bit of him. He kissed me passionately, keeping my mind off of his large cock that was now buried inside of me.

  “You feel so good. So wet, and hot just for me.”

  “Yes,” I breathed. I wanted him to know that no other man could ever make me feel like he did.

  “You ok?” he asked, searching my face for an answer.

  “Yes, please Luke, fuck me. Please.” I wanted to feel him move inside of me. I needed to feel him.

  “No, baby. No fucking this time. Just slow love making.” He said, kissing my neck, my face, my lips. I loved hearing him talk to me. The more he said the wetter I got. Every little endearment was like a breath of air. My heart fluttered each time his lips touched me. I had never felt like this before. Slowly, Luke began to move. It wasn’t painful but a little uncomfortable. I lifted my legs to wrap around him and winced as he thrust deeper. “Be still.” His tone had a bite to it, but he kissed me and I immediately forgave him.

  He picked up rhythm and the feeling intensified. It was no longer uncomfortable. His mouth never left my body, constantly kissing my lips and neck and breasts. I lifted my pelvis and matched him thrust for thrust. I could feel myself building. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. I moaned in his mouth and his growl from deep in his chest was enough to push me over the edge.

  “Come for me baby. Let me feel you while I’m inside you.” My screams were of pure pleasure, this orgasm even more intense than the other. As I come apart beneath him, he drove into me-taking full advantage of my relaxed muscles. I was on the verge of passing out from ecstasy, when he rammed into me, filling me completely.

  When I came to, he was still inside me, kissing my neck and face. Ever so slowly, he eased out of me and instantly I missed him. The feeling of him inside of me, the way he constantly kissed me, the sweet things he said to me, it made me feel like a woman. He worshiped my body. There was not a place on me that he had touched that didn’t feel as if it were on fire. He laid beside me and tucked me into him. My head rested on one arm and with the other one he had a firm hold on my waist, rubbing tiny feather like circles on my stomach.

  “You ok babe?” His soft voice broke the silence.

  “Yes,” I managed to say, although it came out as a whisper. A soft chuckle came from behind me. I wanted to turn and look at his face, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t think I had the strength.

  “Why did you run from me?” My body tensed. I knew we would eventually discuss this, but I was hoping it would not be in my post-coital state.

  “You know why,” I responded, my voice somewhat stronger.

  “No, I don’t. I asked you not to do something and you disobeyed me. You deserved what you got.” He said, never raising his voice.

  “Disobeyed you?” I struggled to turn over so I could see his face. How dare he use the word disobey with me? I was a grown woman for crying out loud.

  “Yes, disobeyed me. I told you not to be associating with other men and you did it anyway.” His facial expression was completely impassive and his voice was still soft. God he was gorgeous.

  “First of all, I am not in the fifth grade. I am a grown woman who does not live by a set of rules. You can’t just tell me to do something and expect me to do it when you are over there hugging and kissing on every woman in the bar.” I was now fuming. Sweet, sexy Luke was gone and in his place was this guy that I had yet to meet.

  “Ah, now we are getting somewhere. You were jealous.” He gave me his signature smirk and it was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

  “I most certainly was not jealous. I don’t give a shit what you do. If you want to hang on every piece of trash you encounter, that’s fine with me, but don’t expect me to sit there and watch it,” I seethed. I stood up and headed to the bathroom. That son of a bitch, how dare he try to blame this on me. Damn right I left; why the fuck should I stay?

  “You are a feisty bitch aren’t you?” I turned to see Luke standing in the bathroom doorway. He had pulled on some basketball shorts. For the first time, I notice his calves. Damn. How did he do that? They were muscular and tan and just the right size. Wait, did he just call me a bitch?

  “Did you just call me a bitch?” I asked him, completely taken aback by what I thought my ears had heard.

  “A feisty bitch, to be exact,” he responded, still smirking. I could see the challenge in his face. Well if he wanted a fight I was going to give him one. Before I could lash out at him, he spoke again. “Why don’t you tell me why you really left? Tell me the truth. How will I ever know if you don’t talk to me? Is that your answer for everything? To run?” He looked so confident standing there, talking to me. His words were hypnotizing. He was so calm and collected when he talked and I was a stick of dynamite, whose fuse had already been lit.

  “Do you want to know why I left?” My voice had risen and my body was shuddering with rage. “I’ll tell you why, because you drag me to this fucking bar in the middle of no fucking where then leave me at the mercy of some fucking body else why you hug and kiss every bitch that walks through the door. Then,” I said quickly as if he might interrupt, even though he was propped against the door looking slightly amused and not giving a single impression that he was about to cut me off, “You made me feel like shit, because you wouldn’t even introduce me to your friends or co-workers or whatever the fuck they are and I talk to one guy, one fucking guy, whom I haven’t seen in years and you drag me out of the building like I am a fucking rag doll, push me up against the wall, close me in and cuss at me, not even giving me the chance to speak. What the fuck was I supposed to do huh? Walk back inside so I could look like a complete fool in front of everyone? No fucking thank-you. If you think for one minute I am gonna let you tell me what to do then you are fucked up in the head, you egotistical, self- centered son of a bitch.” I sucked a big breath in and stood there panting, staring at him. He stared back at me with a small smile on his face and his eyebrows lifted as if he was impressed.

  “You finished?” he asked. He would have been better off spitting in my face. I hated fighting with someone who refused to fight back. What was the point of an argument if he was just going to stand there and stare at me?

  “You damn right I’m finished.” I pushed passed him and made my way back into his room, scooping my clothes up off the floor.

  “Dallas, just calm down,” he said exasperated.

  “Calm down?” I was in his face now and his look had suddenly changed from that of amusement to a clear warning for me to shut up. Finally, I was getting a reaction. “Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down. You started this shit!” I said putting my finger in his chest. His breathing had become heavier and he was losing his composure. Well, bring it on LLC.

  “Hush, Dallas. That’s enough,” he said, struggling to stay calm. I knew I shouldn’t push him too far but of course, I let my mouth overload my ass.

  “Fuck you!” I screamed. That was the wrong thing to say. He grabbed my hands and roughly pushed me on the bed.

  “Fuck you? I don’t mind if I do. Let’s see how smart your mouth is when I’m finished with you.” Without another word of warning his shorts were off and he was coming towards me. I was filled with excitement and nervousness all in one. He was mad, but I had seen him madder and he didn’t hurt me then. My instincts kicked in and I scrambled to try and crawl off the opposite side of the bed, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to him. I was on all fours and frantically trying to escape his tight grasp. He wasn’t holding me hard enough to hurt me, but firm enough so that I couldn’t get away. The cat and mouse game had me soaking wet. I was so horny, but if he wanted it, he was going to have to work for it. A harsh slap landed across my ass and was immediately followed by another one that hurt equally as bad. I cried out from the pain, but was so turned on by it that the feeling quickly faded.

  “Stop it!” Luke yelled at me. He now had a firm hand on my wais
t and had managed to wrap his other hand in my hair, holding my head back and making me stay in place. My breasts rose and fell with the harshness of my breathing. I felt Luke lean across my back and he put his mouth close to my ear. “I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and even then, I’m going to keep driving into you until I think you have learned your lesson.” My response was a strangled moan, full of passion and wanting. “I know you want this, so I’m not going to give you an option of saying no.” His voice was low and deep. The coldness in it sent a shiver down my spine. “If it becomes too much, just lift your arm and I’ll stop. Do you understand?” I tried to nod my head, but I couldn’t move it. “When I ask you something you will answer me with words. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I managed to choke out.

  “What are you going to do if you can’t handle it Dallas?” He asked, blowing his breath on my ear.

  “Lift my arm,” I said nervously. Fuck, this was exciting and intense and nerve racking. He leaned up, letting go of my hair and slowly eased into me. It felt so fucking good. I was so wet from my arousal and I welcomed him in, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. When he pulled out I was expecting him to fuck me slowly until he knew I was ready, but I was wrong. He rammed into me over and over again. My cries were that of pain and pleasure. He was so deep inside me, filling me and fucking me mercilessly. I knew this was a punishment fuck and I loved every minute of it.

  “You learned your lesson yet, Dallas?” He asked through gritted teeth. Hell no. This was too wonderful for him to stop now.

  “Fuck. You,” I responded with as much malice in my voice as possible.

  “Wrong answer, baby.” He rotated my hips, putting me at a different angle and slammed into me deeper. I blacked out momentarily. It was too much, but it still felt so good. It felt better than an orgasm. I was afraid to come, not being sure if my body would hold up afterward. He drove into me harder and faster, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My body exploded into an orgasm and somehow, Luke found a way to drive deeper.

  “Stop,” I tried to tell him, but it came out as a whisper. I tried to lift my arm, but my limbs were like wet spaghetti noodles. He wasn’t hurting me, but my body couldn’t take anymore. I collapsed on my face and immediately passed out.

  When my eyes fluttered open, I was under the covers and in Luke’s arms. I turned my face slightly and saw those blue eyes watching me intently. I gave him a shy smile, slightly embarrassed at my actions.

  “Feel better?” he asked me, kissing my forehead.

  “Much,” I answered. It was amazing how much better I felt. I was completely relaxed and felt… perfect.

  “Would you like a hot bath?” His voice was low and soft, just as it had been when he made love to me.

  “With you?” I asked, hopeful.

  “Of course.” His smile was so infectious I couldn’t help smiling myself. “I’ll go run some water, why don’t you help yourself to the kitchen. I have some wine in the fridge.” I nodded in agreement and he rose from the bed, walking to the bathroom. My eyes followed his perfectly sculpted back, marked with my claws of passion. I smiled to myself, remembering what had just happened. He was like night and day and I was falling in love with both sides of him. I made my way to the kitchen, taking him up on his offer of wine and drained one glass then filled another. Back in the bathroom, Luke was standing naked in front of the mirror shaving.

  “Going somewhere?” I asked him. He looked at me in the mirror and smirking said, “No, I just thought that your smooth skin might appreciate it.”

  I looked down and noticed the chaffed marks between my legs. “You don’t have to do that,” I muttered, embarrassed. I looked like I had some kind of rash.

  “Really, babe. It’s my pleasure. I plan to spend a lot of time pleasing you. I don’t want you giving me any reason why I can’t.” He smiled sweetly at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. How thoughtful of him. Thirty minutes ago, he was fucking me unconscious; now he wanted to shave to keep from chaffing me. Oh the irony. He rinsed his face, and then gestured for me to get in the tub. The water was hot and very inviting. I sat down feeling slightly uncomfortable. The soreness between my legs was becoming more and more intense the more I moved. “You sore?” Luke asked, eyeing me warily.

  “I’m fine,” I answered quickly. I didn’t want him to take it easy on me just because of a little pain.

  “You are a terrible liar,” he said smirking. He climbed in behind me and pulled me back against his chest.

  “Mmm. This feels nice,” I said, running my hands up and down his legs.

  “Yes it does. Do you want to wash your hair?” he asked, twirling a length of my hair around his finger.

  “I need to,” I responded sleepily. “But it can wait.” The hot water along with all the sex had my body so relaxed, all I wanted was sleep. Luke took a sponge and filled it with body wash and began massaging my shoulders and arms with it. I leaned up so he could wash my back. It felt so good to be pampered and I was going to take full advantage of it. Luke seemed to enjoy catering to me, so who was I to impose on his happiness?

  “Let’s take a shower,” Luke said standing and bringing me with him. He stepped out of the tub and holding my hand helped me out and pulled me into the shower. He angled us both so that the first jets of cool water were not hitting us. When the water warmed, we moved, standing under it. Luke washed my hair, massaging his strong hands into my scalp. I leaned back against him, letting him support all of my weight. “Stay awake for me baby. Just a little longer, I promise,” Luke said to me. I couldn’t believe I was letting him bathe me. Who was I and where in the hell was Dallas Knox. I noticed Luke’s hands were no longer on my body and I turned to see him bathing himself.

  “Want me to wash your back?” I asked surprised by the fact that I really wanted to. He gave me a smirk then handed me the sponge and turned around, placing his hands on the shower wall. I took my time, washing him slowly. Enjoying the way the water and soap trickled down his back, over his toned muscular ass, and onto the shower floor. I must have lost track of the time, caught up in the pleasure of bathing him, because he broke through my thoughts saying “Hey babe, I think I’m clean.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said quickly stepping back with the sponge. I was so scared I would do something wrong to disappoint him. Not because I was afraid of a punishment fuck. Lord knows I would be instigating fights in the future to get that again, but I wanted to please him and make him happy. It made me happy.

  “Stop apologizing for everything darlin’. It’s not a big deal,” he was smiling down at me. The water dripping off his face was so sexy, I was afraid I would need another shower-a cold one. Luke shut off the water and we climbed out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I dried my hair and body, then wrapped myself up and followed him into the bedroom. He handed me a black t-shirt and I slipped it on and climbed into bed. I watched him as he slid on his tight, gray boxer briefs and climbed in beside me.

  “How are you feeling, and don’t lie to me,” He asked me firmly. I loved all of his personalities, but this one was my favorite; in charge, no-nonsense, bad ass, biker boy Luke.

  “I’m sore, more than I thought I would be, but it is a delicious feeling,” I answered truthfully. The aching between my legs was intense, but the reward of having him at my side was worth it. Luke surprised me when he leaned down and kissed me. His mouth was so velvety soft on mine that I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not. His warm tongue slid over my lips and I opened my mouth, inviting him in. He held onto the side of my neck, tilting my mouth up to his and rubbed his thumb softly across my jaw. It gave me chills the way he kissed me. It was almost as good as his love making-almost.

  “Good night baby,” he said, kissing my head and pulling me into his arms. I was asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

  Chapter 11

  I opened my eyes and Luke’s chest was staring back at me. I was still folded into his arms. His slow, deep breathing let me know that
he was fast asleep. It was still dark outside and I wandered just how long I had been out. I remembered what woke me when the cramp in my stomach started again. I slid out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Oh God please no, Lord please, no. I chanted silently on my way to the bathroom. The nausea was setting in and I knew that I was going to vomit. Probably that nasty ass lamb from the party, or all the liquor I consumed while I was there. The mayor probably poisoned me. I made it to the bathroom and managed to close the door before my body jerked into the first dry heave. I hated to throw up. I would rather have my leg amputated with a spoon. I wasn’t very graceful with it either and I knew it. Chances were, this bathroom was gonna look like it belonged to a middle school on chili day by the time I was through. I dry heaved again, trying to keep the noise to a minimum and trying to hold down the food that was forcing its way up my throat. I knew it was coming. It was inevitable. I managed to pull my hair behind my neck as my retching began.