When she opened the bathroom door, she saw Dalton sitting on the edge of his bed. He had obviously taken off his wet underwear and dressed in plaid lounge pants and a t-shirt that outlined every muscle. She wondered how he managed to stay in shape since he worked twelve to fourteen hour days. She worked just as long as he did and most of the time she crashed as soon as she walked into her apartment.
Dalton stood and held out his hand. “How are you feeling?”
She took his hand and squeezed. “Better. Calmer.”
“Good. Let’s go make you some tea.”
He held her hand as he led her from the bedroom into the rest of his house. It was beautiful. Spacious. Bright. Not at all what she’d thought his bachelor pad would look like. The kitchen and living room was an open concept with a huge granite top island. She slid onto one of the bar chairs as he fixed her a cup of tea from his K-cup machine. In two minutes she was holding onto a hot mug, letting it warm her hands.
“The police should be here any minute,” he said. “And then, if you’d like, I can run you home or you can take one of my spare bedrooms.”
She took a sip and looked at him. “Why did you come after me?”
“What?”
“In the garage. You don’t park on that level so you must have come after me.”
He sighed. “I was curious about what you wanted to ask me.”
She bit her lip. Should she tell him? Now, after having some stranger attack her, it seemed wrong to talk about her interest in him. Like somehow her fantasies translated into something ugly.
“Bellah? Please, be honest with me.”
“I…I was going to invite you out for a drink,” she said, deciding to go with her instinct and be truthful.
He was quiet for so long that she dared peek up at him. His dark eyes were trained on her, burning with an intensity so strong it took her breath away. Was it possible he felt the same zing for her that she felt for him?
“I wish you would have,” he said. “Not just because I would’ve said yes, but because it would’ve spared you what you went through.”
“You would’ve said yes?”
He walked around the bar until he stood next to her and she swiveled in the chair to face him. Slowly, as if giving her time to back away, he reached up to cup her face. Tenderly, he ran his finger over her bottom lip.
“I don’t want to push you,” he said. “Not after what you’ve been through.”
“I felt so dirty and now all I want to do is erase his touch. Take his away and give me yours, Dalton. Please? I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He stepped closer and she parted her thighs so he could fit between them. Her heart was pounding with excitement. The fear from just a few hours ago gave way to desire as she watched Dalton’s head descend toward hers. How long had she secretly loved him? From almost the beginning.
He lips touched hers, softly at first, giving her a chance to back away if she wanted. He didn’t crowd her or push her for more. He simply let her lips adjust to his, let her body relax into his. And the moment their mouths met, fireworks exploded through her body. This had been the kiss she’d waited for her whole life and every other experience, which really hadn’t been all that many, faded away.
Gentle pressure against the seam of her mouth coaxed her to open and his tongue swept inside, brushing along as it explored her mouth. This kiss was hot, burning, making her light headed as she let her tongue tangle with his. He pulled her more firmly into his body. The fact that he was between her thighs in the confines of the chair lent the situation an air of intimacy.
He broke the kiss to deliver a line of smaller kisses down her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of moistness over her skin. His fingers brushed over the sweatshirt he’d given her, lingering on the curve of her breast, and she gasped as the sensitive peaks of her nipples hardened. As he pressed into her, she leaned back until the chair halted her progress, allowing him more liberty. His hand touched her waist, waited for a moment, and then trailed up along her flat stomach. Goosebumps broke out and she arched into his hand, wanting more. She wasn’t wearing a bra and when his hand cupped her breast a small whimper of desire escaped. His fingers darted over her nipple, rolling the little pebble and causing a direct path of need to travel down to her clit. Oh, she knew it would be like this. This good. That zing she’d always felt between them flared to life like a heat seeking missile, causing her body to explode with white hot fire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt the answering bulge pressing against her core. The knowledge that he wanted her like she wanted him was an aphrodisiac that went straight to her head.
“I want you,” she gasped in his ear.
“Oh, sweetheart, I want you too. I’ve wanted you for so long I can hardly believe you’re in my arms right now.”
He kissed her again. This time his tongue surged into her mouth, laying claim. She felt the difference right away and it thrilled her, making her arousal climb even more. She ground her pussy against his hard cock, wishing they could shuck their clothes so he could sink into her right now. But the chime on his door broke through the haze of passion and she reluctantly pulled back.
Dalton groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. “Shit,” he mumbled. “That’s the police.”
“Oh.”
The doorbell chimed again.
“I told security downstairs I was expecting them.”
“Oh.”
“I have to get that.”
“Oh.”
He laughed and pulled away to look at her. “Have you turned monosyllabic on me?”
She took a deep breath. “I’m a bit dazed.”
“Good,” he said and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before stepping back. Reluctantly, she let her arms and legs drop from his body as she released him. “Can you go back to being a bit dazed after they leave?”
“Most definitely.”
He reached down to adjust himself and then headed to the door. Bellah made sure that all her lady parts were safe and covered. There were two policemen who walked behind Dalton as he led them into the kitchen. Both men took off their hats as they came to stand in front of her. It was a nice sign of respect.
“Hello,” said the first man, an older man with salt and pepper hair. He had kind eyes and she was grateful for that. “I’m Officer Dale and this is my partner Officer March.”
“Hello,” she said, nodding to both. “I’m Bellah Denoon.”
“Can you tell us what happened this evening?”
She nodded and proceeded to tell them everything, starting with saying goodnight to Dalton and ending with how she came to be sitting in his chair. She saw Dalton grow very still as he listened and his fists clenched as she told about how her attacker had dragged her toward the stairs.
“And you, Mr. McCoy,” Officer Dale said, once Bellah finished. “You saw him?”
“I came to the garage to talk to her about something and I heard her scream,” Dalton replied. “I saw the man with his arms around her, dragging her backward, and she was clawing at him to get away. I rushed him, pulled him off her, and hit him a few times to make sure he stayed down before I called security.”
That was a surprise to her. Bellah glanced at his knuckles. Sure enough, the skin had been broken and had a bruised appearance. Something soft unfurled in her chest as she realized he’d beaten someone to protect her. That should have probably grossed her out, but instead, knowing he made that man suffer made her happy.
The officers thanked them and assured that with their testimony, and the fact that the man had priors that included assault, they didn’t need to worry about him walking the streets anymore. Once the police officers were gone, Bellah picked up Dalton’s hand and kissed the scraped knuckles.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“About what?”
“That you were hurt.”
“Are you kidding? I would gladly fight twenty men if it meant protecting you.” He cupped
her jaw and brought her face up to his. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes. Kiss me, Dalton.”
So he did just that, deepening it immediately, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to possess her as she felt the change between them. There wasn’t any hesitation, no coy reserve left at all. He wanted her and she wanted him so Bellah opened for him, her tongue meeting and dancing with his. He withdrew and plunged, nibbled and devoured, until they were breathless.
He swept her up in his arms, his muscles bulging as he held her and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to his bedroom. He didn’t stop until they were at his bed and he tumbled her onto the mattress coming down on top of her. They began to tear at their clothing, taking everything off as fast as possible. Bellah needed to feel his skin against hers, needed to feel her own softness pressed against his hardness.
She tugged his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. He was beautiful. Hard muscles, an ass that made her want to take a bite out of it. His cockwas big and thick and it jutted out proudly. He leaned over and trailed his lips down her neck, his fingertips traveling upward until they reached her breasts. She hissed and arched her back, thrusting more into his hands as his thumb flicked over her nipples.
“Dalton, please!”
His mouth engulfed her right breast while he played with the other, his fingers rolling the taut nipple around. Bellah threw her head back as he sucked and teased her. And then he moved down her body and pried her legs apart, his fingers sliding up her thighs to find her dripping pussy. One finger pushed through her slit, into her core, and her hips undulated. He used her natural lubricant to tease her, pumping in and out between her plump pussy lips and making sure to bump against her clit. He leaned forward to lap up her juices, first off her thighs and then moving upward toward her sex. While his finger continued to tease, he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth and began to suck. She cried out and gripped his hair as she began to thrust against his face, in time with his fingers that fucked her. She felt herself begin to splinter apart and then she screamed his name as her orgasm swept over her. He sucked it up, licking her until she gave a little shudder and went limp.
“Oh my god,” she said a bit breathlessly. Dalton kissed his way back up her body until he found her mouth again.
“Ditto,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”
She pushed against his shoulders until he lay on his back. She looked him up and down. “You’re beautiful too.”
She admired his blood-engorged cock which stood proud from a dusting of dark curls. It twitched as if knowing that it was being admired, bobbing slightly above a full sack. She palmed his balls, caressed them, feeling each individual weight. Dalton moaned and buried his hands in her hair. She ran a finger over the tip of his cock, catching the moisture leaking from the slit and using it to coat the head. She rubbed it over and over, back and forth as her mouth kissed the hot skin at the base of the shaft then moved up, taking her sweet time to enjoy it.
The skin on the head was smooth but swollen as pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip. Bellah sucked it into her mouth, using the flat top of her tongue to massage up and down. Dalton made breathy little noises of need that just about drove her crazy as she rubbed the bulging vein under the mushroom head, as if milking him to lap up the drops of white fluid that dripped from the hole.
He moaned and bucked his hips as if demanding attention, and she slipped her mouth around the head, tracing each curve with her tongue. She eased her mouth over it and then down, going slowly. Her right hand encircled the base while her left hand rested on Dalton’s hip to control the thrusts.
Bellah began the blowjob with short, shallow thrusts, each time allowing his cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat muscles relax. In short time she was deep throating him, making him moan and shake with pleasure.
Little by little, she increased the tempo, speeding up, her right hand moving to his sack and squeezing it, playing with it, rolling the balls through the thin skin. Dalton gave a heavy gasp, his hips twitching under the restraint he was holding onto.
“God! Bellah!” he grunted. “You’re amazing, sweetheart.”
With obvious reluctance, he pulled back to plop out of her mouth. She looked up at him through her lashes, knowing her lips glistened with saliva.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he told her. “I want to be buried in your tight little pussy when I do.”
The dirty words made her shiver with desire. He turned onto his side and reached over to the night stand to open the drawer, grabbing a condom. Through half open eyes she watched him don the rubber.
He took hold of one of her thighs and rested it over his hip, which lined his cock up directly with her open slit.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, taking hold of himself to push inside her.
“Yes. Yes!” she cried as he filled her up. He rolled them both until she was on her back and he was nestled between her legs. And as pressed forward, she suddenly knew her entire world had changed.
****
As soon as he entered her wet depths, something meaningful sang through his blood. This wasn’t just a meaningless fuck. Bellah wasn’t just another woman to him. As their bodies merged, he felt their souls joining, becoming one.
“Fuck!” he groaned when he bottomed out all the way inside her. His balls rested snugly against her. “I don’t think I can last long, Bellah. Your pussy is so tight.”
“I need you so badly, Dalton. Please!”
Her plea drove him wild and he pounded into her harder, deeper. Her tight little cunt was sucking him in, turning his brain to mush. He was fast losing control but he never wanted this moment to end. She felt so damn good wrapped around him, skin to skin.
“Christ, Bellah,” he ground out. “Are you close, sweetheart?”
“Yes!” she cried. “Yes! Dalton!”
He reached down between their bodies and touched her clit, and that was all she needed to fly apart. He felt her pussy spasm around his cock and her incoherent cries of pleasure pushed him over the top and he came with a loud shout. He felt his cock jerking as he spilled into the latex barrier and part of him was sad that he couldn’t let his cum splash inside her, marking her as his.
And he knew. This was it. This was his girl. Just as sudden as that.
Chapter Four
Bellah drifted back to wakefulness sometime later and it took a moment for her to comprehend where she was. And then the memories came rushing back and she sat up abruptly. She was in Dalton’s bed and she’d just had mind blowing sex with her boss. Oh, man, had she just made a colossal mistake? Was he regretting this? He wasn’t in the bed with her and when she felt the sheets they were cool, which meant he’d been gone for some time. She had to know. She had to make sure he had felt it too. That zing she’d always felt had turned into a life altering connection and she didn’t know what she’d do if he hadn’t felt it as well. She picked up the sweatshirt and slipped it on. It fell to mid-thigh so she didn’t bother to put on the pants he’d given her.
As she neared the kitchen and living room combo, she heard his voice. He was on the phone, and pissed if his tone was any indication.
“I want to know how the hell that fucking asshole broke into my building and no one saw a god damn thing!” he yelled to the person on the other end. She flinched. She’d never heard his fury and felt sorry for whoever he was talking to. “Someone was clearly not doing their job. I want the whole night shift fired and new replacements by Monday. I want you to go over the building with a fine tooth comb because this won’t happen again, understand? And I want Bellah’s parking spot moved next to mine.”
He ended the call and dropped his phone upon the coffee table with a loud clatter. She moved forward into the room and he looked up her.
“Sorry,” he said with a grimace. “Did you hear all that?”
“Yes,” she said. “It’s okay. I was questioning the security as well. So I have a new parking s
pot?”
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. “Mm. Right next to me, where you belong.”
“I belong next to you?”
“Always.”
****
The rest of the weekend they stayed in bed, only donning clothes to eat. Sunday night he drove her to her apartment so she could get a change of clothes for Monday. She didn’t miss his frown as he looked around her small home and she knew what he was thinking. Yes, he paid her a lot of money and she could afford something bigger, but she’d grown up hand to mouth and couldn’t see wasting good money on a place she really only used to sleep and shower in.
But Dalton didn’t say a word and only drove her back to his place. There was a bit of wildness that night when he made love to her. She sat astride his legs, completely naked, her dark hair flowing loose around her face and shoulders. The position thrust her breasts out, toward his mouth, and he eagerly accepted the invitation. His lips and teeth took over the delicious torment, sucking on each nipple until they stood raw and turgid.
He collected her hair in one hand and yanked her head back, not causing pain but allowing him better access to slide up with his tongue, taking nibbling bites along the way until his mouth met hers. His tongue swept in to duel with hers, as if he were trying to exert some type of dominance. But Bellah was more than happy to surrender to such bliss.
He trailed his fingers over her hips and then across her thighs to find the warm wetness oozing from her pussy. She shuddered, and his fingers delved deeper to find her special spot. Her hips rocked and she could feel his bare cock press against her pussy while his fingers teased her clit.
His body was big, all hard muscles over smooth skin. His cock jutted between her thighs like a steel rod. She grasped it, tracing the lines and contours. She captured some of his pre-come with a finger and brought it to her lips. She loved how he tasted.
He grabbed the condom that he’d put out earlier and then guided her to kneel up so he could slip it over his cock. Then he helped lower her down onto his cock. Excitement gripped her stomach as she sank down, her pussy practically grabbing and pulling him inside. He held her still for a moment, to allow her to adjust to his girth, before his hands moved her hips. Back and forth, very tenderly and slowly, until her passageway eased at his girth.
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