by Aubrey Irons
I start to shake my head. “Dalton, we can’t relax, we-”
“We had sex.” He grins at me, arching his eyebrows.
I make a face at him. “I’m aware of-”
“Really, really fucking good sex.”
The blush comes to my cheeks as I look down, feeling the sense of dread and doom evaporate as it’s replaced by something warm and glowy inside me.
I had sex with Dalton Cole.
It’s surreal in a way, like some sort of made up fantasy that would never actually happen in real life. But here I am, in bed with a man who’s on billboards, and magazine covers.
The world famous Dalton Cole.
The Dalton Cole who’s probably slept with more people than I even know.
I look away, as the doubt and second thoughts start to creep back in then. And for a second, I’m wondering what I even mean to someone like that.
I’m wondering how I compare.
“Stop it.”
I blink as I turn back to him, pushing hair away from my face and shrugging. “Stop what?”
He rolls his eyes. “What you’re thinking, because it’s all over your face.” His hand slides into my hair, and then he’s pulling me into him and kissing me. “This is just you and me, darlin,” he murmurs into my lips. “Forget all that bullshit, because none of it fucking matters.”
I pull away, feeling my face burn as I bite my lip, still tender from his kisses. “We should get going.”
“No, we shouldn’t.”
I smile as I raise a brow. “Oh?”
“Uh, yeah, no.” He’s grinning broadly at me. “Hell no. We should stay right here, because that was way too good not to do again.”
A heat blooms through me as I feel my body react to his words.
I want him, again.
It’s like this primal urge and this biological need for him that has the heat pooling between my legs and my pulse thrumming quicker.
“Hang on now,” I say flirtingly.
He raises a brow.
I grin at him impishly, “Now that its daylight…” I shake my head as I bite my lip. “I need to see it.”
Dalton throws his head back and laughs before he leans up and runs his hand into my hair again, pulling me close. “You had it all last night, darlin,” he growls, making me shiver.
“Well, I want to see it,” I whisper. I clear my throat as I sit up straight. “For science, of course,” I say, grinning.
“Oh, right, for science.” Dalton rolls his eyes. “Nerd.”
“Dumb jock.”
“You hurt my feelings like that, and I might not let you play with it,” hey says with a wicked little wink.
God, he’s so crude, and it gets me so hot.
“Oh, right like any guy ever would say no to a girl asking to see his cock.”
He grips his chest. “You wound me.”
“Oh please,” I roll my eyes.
“Yeah that’s a start.”
I stick my tongue out at him.
“Oh, that’ll work too.”
I groan as I drop my face to my hands and laugh.
“Okay, tell you what.” He grins, “You can see it again if you really want to see it.”
I roll my eyes and grab at the sheet, but he playfully slaps my hand away. “Uh-uh, you need to ask nicely first,” he sighs dramatically. “Lordy, where are your manners, darlin?”
I glare at him, trying to hold back the grin.
“Okay, fine.” I sit up straight, biting my lip and looking at him sweetly. “May I please see your cock?”
Yep, and here I am, begging for Dalton Cole’s cock.
His famous, magical, huge cock.
And I’m so wet for it.
Dalton grins as he pulls the sheet down, and my mouth opens a little bit.
“Holy crap.”
Yeah, I wasn’t exaggerating my own memories of the night before, he’s just big. Enormous, actually.
I reach out for it, but he shakes his finger. “Oh we didn’t say anything about touching it.”
I shake my head. “Seriously?”
“No, not in the slightest,” he says with a laugh.
“Dick.”
I grin as I reach out and wrap my fingers around it, feeling the way he pulses under my hand, slowly stroking the velvety skin up over the rock hard shaft.
“Damn.”
Dalton smirks at me. “Live up to expectation?”
“How the hell did this fit inside me?”
“It helps if you’re dripping wet, darlin,”
“Like right now?”
I blush the second I say something so out of character like that, but Dalton’s eyes blaze. He reaches to where I’m kneeling on the bed next to him, his hand sliding up my thigh towards the wet heat between my legs.
“Hang on, mister,” I grin, batting his hand away. “It’s my turn first.”
I lean down before he can stop me and press my wet lips against the head of his cock. And it doesn’t really occur to me until I’ve got my lips against him that I’ve never actually done this.
Details, I think to myself as I tentatively lick at the underside of him. I move up and wrap my lips around the head, sucking him inside my mouth.
Dalton groans loudly, tossing his head back, and my confidence grows. I start to tease him with my tongue as I move my lips up and down his head, and he moans as he looks up at me.
“Fuck that feels amazing, baby,” he groans.
I love the way he’s looking at me like that, like he’s awestruck, and I slowly blush as I pull away.
“I’ve- uh… I’ve never actually done this before.”
His eyes go wide. “You’re kidding me, right?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, so, if this is terrible, just tell-”
“Darlin,” he sits up and pulls me towards him, his lips melting against mine. “You feel fucking amazing with those sassy lips wrapped around my cock,” he growls.
I moan.
I push him back as I drop down to his cock again, bolder now as I inhale him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the crown. I can hardly fit him in my mouth, but I just keep sucking on as much as I can, bringing my hands up to stroke the large portion I can’t.
His hand moves to my cheek, cupping me gently and moaning as I suck him. He sits up then, his hands sliding down over my back as he leans over me. I moan around his cock as I feel his fingers slide over my ass, pushing down between my legs and finding my dripping wet slit.
I pull off him with a wet slurp. “Uh-uh, I said it was my turn- oh!”
The light smack on my ass makes me gasp, biting my lip as the toe-curling shiver of pleasure rolls through me.
“Anyone tell you you’re bold?”
I moan again as he pushes his finger deep inside, his cock throbbing in my hand. “Anyone ever tell you you’ve got the tightest, wettest, sweetest pussy in the damn world?”
“No,” I whisper out, whimpering as he slowly teases my clit.
“Well that’s a damn crime,” he growls out, pushing his finger deep inside of me.
I moan as I drop my mouth back to his cock, sucking him eagerly as he fingers me. I bob my head faster and faster, swirling my tongue around him and jerking him with both hands. I can feel him throbbing hard, pulsing inside my mouth as his grooved ab muscles clench and roll under his skin.
“Fuck, Hailey-”
Dalton groans as he drops back against the pillows, his face tight. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”
“I want it,” I gasp quickly, before sliding him as deep as I can in my mouth and sucking hard.
His cock throbs inside my mouth, and suddenly he bucks his hips as he starts to come. The thick sticky, salty-sweet cum fills my mouth, and I’m swallowing it down as fast as I can as he roars out his release.
“Holy shit, Hails,” he says with a groan as I lick the last drop from his head. His chest is rising and falling as he sucks in air, grinning at me with a big grin on his face.
“It was okay?”
He laughs, pulling me into him and kissing me fiercely. “You’re sure you’ve never done that before? Because you are way too good at that.”
I raise a brow, “Too good huh?”
“I could see it being an addiction problem.”
I laugh. “Not as good as football, though.”
Dalton grins and kisses me again. “Way better than fucking football, darlin.”
He pulls me tight against him, kissing me more forcefully as his hands slide up and down my bare back. I whimper in his kiss as his hands find my ass, stroking the skin there and then delving between my legs to slide across my slit.
I can feel him thick and pulsing against my stomach, and I pull back to stare at him. “Jesus, are you seriously always this hard?”
“Are you seriously always so fuckable?”
I roll my eyes as I turn towards him. “Oh, very nice, Dalton. Very sweet.”
He grins. “What, not romantic enough for you?”
“We’re not doing romance,” I say quickly, my eyes darting across his.
He shrugs, “Totally agree.”
I laugh. “You agree because you agree or so you can say crude things?”
“What, like how I can still taste your sweet little pussy on my lips?”
I blush. “Um, yeah, things like that.”
“Or how about that I want to spread your lips, bury my tongue inside you, and make you come on my mouth until you can’t walk straight.”
My pulse jumps in my chest and I’m suddenly breathless. “Yeah, that- that too.”
I gasp as I feel his hand slide between my legs, and I groan as he slides a finger through my lips to find me soaking wet.
He grins wickedly. “Apparently I’m not the only one who can’t get enough.”
I bite my lip. “I can- I mean, it’s not-”
“Uh-huh, keep looking for that excuse, darlin.”
He slides a second finger inside of me, curling them both forward as he presses his palm into my clit.
“Oh fuck…” I gasp, involuntarily rocking my hips up to meet his fingers as he strokes that sweet spot just inside. He’s got me dripping wet all over again, and I let my eyes drop to see his big cock standing hard and proud out from his chiseled body. I moan as I let my own hands explore, my fingers tracing over the deep grooves of his hips before wrapping lightly around his shaft and stroking him.
Suddenly, he pulls away and starts to slip out of the bed.
“Hey,” I choke out, catching my breath. “Where are you going?”
He turns and shoots me a smoldering look. “To turn on the hot water. I’m going to wash every single part of you, and then I’m going to eat your pussy like a damn Georgia peach until you come all over my tongue.”
36
Hailey
Dalton steps across the loft space of his apartment to the frosted glass wall that separates the bathroom area, and I can hear the metallic crank of a faucet followed by the sound of water filling a tub.
I prop myself up on my elbows, biting my lip as I arch my brow at him through the open doorway. “Do you seriously talk to girls like this?”
He steps out of the bathroom, leaving the water running and he stalks back towards the bed. “Maybe.”
I roll my eyes. “And it works?”
He slides back into the bed, and I gasp as his fingers move right back between my legs, stroking against my slick entrance.
“You tell me, darlin,” he growls into my ear, making me whimper as his thumb rubs across my clit. He suddenly withdraws his fingers and stands from the bed again, leaving me panting and wanting all over again.
A one-time thing, huh?
I drop back into the bed. What am I doing? This was supposed to be one time, to get us back to normal around each other so that we could just get this all out of our system. What I should be doing is getting up and getting out of here, and putting this little memory where it belongs.
Dalton steps out from behind the glass, and my breath catches. God he’s gorgeous - his steely grey-blue eyes piercing right into me, that rugged and yet charming farm-boy grin on his chiseled, stupidly handsome face. That fucking body of his, like coiled steel and marble.
And that dick.
I blush as I realize I’m staring at it hungrily. And how wet I am, and how much I want him all over again. A one time thing?
Yeah, right.
I want him over and over again. I want to drink a gallon of him until I’m drunk off the feel of him.
“You coming or what?”
I look up, swallowing thickly as I meet his eyes. “Well not yet, but maybe you can help me with that.”
Dalton grins broadly, his brow shooting up as he chuckles and shakes his head. “Dirty, dirty girl,” he mutters, his eyes trailing over my body. “Get over here.”
“Bossy,” I toss back with a grin.
“Don’t make me come over there and put you in here.”
“Is that a threat?”
“That’s a promise, darlin,” he growls, his eyes flashing at me hungrily “Now get that sweet ass in here before I spank it all over again.”
“So bossy,” I say with roll of my eyes as I slip out of bed and pad across the room towards him.
“Oh you haven’t seen bossy yet,” he whispers in my ear as I brush past him, his hand sliding down to playfully swat my ass.
I groan as I step into the steamy water of the tub before sinking into it, feeling him climb in behind me. He pulls my back against his body, and I grin as I feel mine react to the hardness I can feel starting to grow against my ass. Dalton’s hand slides between my legs, making me sigh as his fingers find my clit. I reach back and wrap my fingers around him, stroking him in time to his fingers on my slit.
I turn and look up to meet his gaze, and I can feel the blush creep into my cheeks. God, what is this? I don’t blush like this. I don’t get flustered.
“Now, weren’t there some big words just spoken about you-” I can feel my cheeks burning. “About you, um…”
I trail off as the blush creeps into my face.
“Say it,” he growls, a hungry grin teasing his lips.
“About you licking my pussy?” I finish quietly, feeling my pulse thud through me.
Dalton grins wickedly. “You’re developing quite a dirty mouth, you know,” he growls against my lips.
“Whose fault is that?” I toss back, watching his eyes flash.
He’s suddenly spinning me around in the deep tub, and I squeal as I feel his strong, powerful hands grip me by the waist and push me up onto the edge of the tub. I gasp, my hands reaching back to claw at the white tiles of the wall as his mouth moves to my thigh, kissing up my skin.
His strong hands grip my legs and spread them wide, opening me up entirely for him as his eyes feast on me.
“Fuck do you have a sexy pussy,” he growls.
I blush, rolling my eyes. “Dalton-”
“I’m not kidding, it’s Goddamn perfect.” He looks up at me and winks. “Actually, I better taste it to make sure.”
I’m just about to roll my eyes again, when I jerk my hips up instead as his tongue suddenly slides up my seam.
“Oh my God, Dalton-”
He growls as he pushes my thighs wide apart and buries his tongue inside me. He pushes it deep and curls it around, licking the slick wetness from my entrance. His hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling my hips off the edge of the tub and against him as he starts to fuck me with his tongue.
“Yeah, the opinion stays,” he growls, looking up at me. “Fucking perfect.”
He slips a finger inside of me, making me gasp as he leans up to yank my face towards him with the other hand. And I can taste myself on him, which is new, but yet gut-wrenchingly hot at the same time. Because I’m not afraid to taste what he does to me, or what his mouth does to my body.
He moves away from the kiss, trailing his lips back down my body as I lean back against the tile wall - warm and slick from the s
team of the bath. Dalton’s tongue slides down through my lips, teasing over my clit and making me gasp before swirling over my entrance again. He moves up and presses his lips in a seal around the tight little bud of my clit, sucking gently, lightly dragging his tongue across it.
And I’m going to pieces for him.
I feel like some sort of goddess, perched on the edge of the porcelain tub with my legs over his shoulders, my head thrown back, and Dalton’s mouth and tongue worshiping my body. I cry out, dropping my hands to his hair and stroking his perfect locks as he swirls his tongue around my clit again and again. He pushes two fingers inside, curling them up and forward and stroking that perfect spot inside as he teases my clit with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Dalton-” I gasp out, my face scrunching up and my hands tightening in his hair as I feel his mouth and his fingers start to push me over the edge.
“I’m- I think I’m going to-”
“Come on my tongue, Hailey,” he growls into my pussy, the vibrations of his voice buzzing through me and making me shiver.
“I want to drink every single drop when you come all over my mouth.”
I gasp when he moves his other hand lower, a single finger slowly teasing around my ass. And I want to say it’s “dirty” or that it’s “wrong” for him to touch me there.
But I don’t.
Because I love his fingers on me, wherever he wants to put them. I love his crude, dirty mouth and the things he says to me with it, or the way he uses it on my body.
I love that this is so wrong and I never want it to stop.
And when I come, I’m crying out his name, gasping as his wicked tongue and fingers send me crashing over the edge of my orgasm.
I pant as I stare hungrily into his eyes. “I need it.”
He grins, “‘It’, huh?”
“I need your cock,” I say boldly, unflinchingly. “Right now.”
Dalton eases his rock hard body out of the water, his thick cock bobbing heavily between us as I sit perched on the edge of the tub.
Jesus, he’s huge.
“You know, I could watch you drooling over my cock all day.”
I jerk my head up to see him grinning that cocky smirk at me. I roll my eyes. “I’m not drooling over it.”