Scored

by Valentine, Marquita

  “More like two of them shoved together. My feet hang off the ends of regular kings and the California isn’t wide enough for me. I like to sleep like a starfish.”

  “I’d like to see that.”

  “You can sleep on top of me, if you want.”

  “What about under you?”

  “As sexy as that sounds, if I were dead to the world, I’d squish you flat.”

  The image that springs to mind makes me laugh so hard that I throw my head back and cackle like a witch. It’s not my best laugh, but it is the truest. “Oh my gosh. One time, I had to read a book called Flat Stanley to the power-hour toddler group. I’d be Flat Paige and knowing what I want to happen tonight, I’d be nude. So… it would have to be in the adult section of the library.”

  “Glad to see your funny bone is working right.” With a swift kiss that leaves me breathless, he places me on his bed. The mattress and covers are so soft that I want to throw myself back and sink into it. “It’s time for your reward, bright eyes.”

  “For what—making corny jokes?”

  “Wearing my jersey tonight and bringing dinner… and looking so fucking hot.” His big hands go to either side of my hips. The look in his forest-colored eyes makes me squirm. It’s as if he wants to devour me. “You didn’t give me the option when we had dinner last week, but I’m going to get down on my knees for you and eat your pussy for dessert. That is, if you don’t object.”

  How could any woman object to Dallas doing anything to their body? “You are?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He drops to his knees, his head dipping to nip between my thighs. I squeal a little in excitement and shock. “How about a little pussy for dessert? I promise to eat every last bite. Won’t waste a drop.”

  Slowly, he inches his hands up my legs and to my waist, then tucks his fingers under the top of my leggings and tugs. I lift a little, making it easier for him to pull them down.

  He smiles wolfishly as my pale skin is revealed to him inch by inch. “Bare underneath. You think of everything.”

  My hands come up, fluttering in the air before settling at my sides. It’s not like I don’t know what do—I just don’t know what to do with him. He looks excited. He acts like this is the only thing he wants to do in his life.

  Dallas licks his lips, and I almost burst into flames right then.

  “Ready?”

  “I’m dying.”

  He grins that familiar smirk and lowers his head… finally, finally putting his mouth on me. Without saying another word, he parts me, his thumbs gentle as they stroke my skin. His tongue flicks out, then presses against my clit. I close my eyes, moaning loudly.

  I half expect him to make a comment or brag, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s concentrating on licking me like there is no tomorrow.

  Suddenly, he stops, murmuring, “Put your legs over my shoulders, bright eyes.”

  Oh, sweet Lord. I do as he says, giving him better access as his wide shoulders press closer. Dallas resumes his sweet torture, making my hips thrust up when he starts to tongue me.

  Holy crap, he’s good.

  He slides one of his thick fingers inside me, where I’m so, so wet, and the feel of it almost sends me over the edge before I want to fall. And when he starts to suck my clit and pump his finger in and out, I grab his head.

  Hold on for dear life.

  Grind against him and hope he doesn’t need air to breathe.

  I moan his name.

  He nips at me, making stars spark against the backs of my eyes.

  Dragging his finger out, he pushes back in and finds the spot. The one that makes me come on command.

  This time, I scream—maybe his name or God’s. My body moves frantically against him, wanting more, and he gives it all. He makes me come for so long that I eventually stop moving and let him lick me until my hands relax enough to let go of his hair.

  He lifts his head, his lips shiny as he licks them. “How was that?”

  “You have to ask?”

  “Yes.”

  “It was freaking amazing.”

  “Amazing enough for us go another round tonight?”

  “I don’t know if I could survive.”

  He pushes to his feet, looming over me until he bends to kiss my lips. I slip my tongue inside his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. We stay like this for a while, neither of us in a hurry to stop.

  When he finally pulls away, his green gaze burns into mine. “You are beautiful when you come.”

  A thousand replies spring to mind, but all I can say is… “Thank you.”

  “Need more recovery time?” The smirk is back, along with his less-than-serious attitude, and my heart skips a beat. His attitude shouldn’t matter. Less than serious means nothing, especially when I had serious exes with serious attitudes who seriously cheated on me.

  “What about you?”

  “I think we’re going to follow your rules and take things slow.”

  My mouth drops open in shock. “What? But you can’t do that to me.”

  “My body. My rules. And the rules are that you may help me get off tonight—with your hand or your mouth—but I’m saving that pussy for another time.”

  “Are you punishing me for not watching the entire game?” That has to be it because no man in his right mind would turn down sex.

  “Nah. I’m a big believer in saving myself for date number five.”

  Oh, dear Lord. He’s out of his mind. “You’re going to make me wait until Tuesday?”

  “Abstinence will make your pussy get that much wetter for me.”

  “You are such a—oooh.” Reaching up, I grab a pillow and smack him with it. He goes down, except I can’t cheer in victory because he’s pinning me to the bed. “Get off.”

  “Trust me, I want to, but I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me when I’m otherwise occupied.”

  A burst of laughter leaves me. “Is this what sex is going to be like? Alternating between lust and laughing?”

  He wriggles his brows. “Seems to be heading that way.”

  “Except for your new take-it-slow edict,” I complain. “Guess you’ll have to find other ways to be satisfied.” I want to be one of those ways he finds satisfaction, but I want to get my way first.

  “Watching you come is going straight into prime position in the spank bank so that will help me find satisfaction pretty quickly.” He laughs and shakes his head. “You look fucking hot like this, wearing my jersey and showing off your bare pussy.”

  Blushing and curious, I ask, “What’s in second place?”

  He grins. “Watching my finger sliding in and out of you, followed by the feeling of my tongue on your swollen clit. Need me to keep listing things?”

  “Ahhh, no.”

  “You’re the only woman in my bank,” he says in all seriousness. I can’t keep up with his change in mood, or maybe I’m not supposed to. Maybe I should simply go with the moment. Lose control. “Have been since the first time I met you.”

  “I want to complain about being your masturbation material, but I can’t. Coming from you, I know it’s as romantic as you can be.” Except he was pretty dang romantic when he literally swept me off my feet.

  He cups my cheek. “I suck at true romance, but I’m willing to try, Paige.”

  “I’m not asking you to change for me.”

  “That’s what makes it so right.” He leans in, giving me the softest kiss imaginable. I can still taste myself, but the moment is more sweet than erotic. He pulls back a little. “I’ve already won the bet. Aiden’s pissed. The newbie’s got a mentor.”

  “Really?”

  He nods. “Yeah, really.”

  “Is this confession supposed to make me not want to date you?”

  Lowering the delicious weight of his still-clothed body on mine, he says, “It’s supposed to make you realize how much I don’t need you to date me.”

  “You’re not supposed to tell a woman you don’t need her.”

  When he subtly flex
es his hips, his enormous erection rubs against me. “I need you all right. Need you so bad that I’m about to come from looking at you.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  CHAPTER 16

  Paige

  “You want me to break my own rule?” Dallas shakes his head, his eyes dancing with humor. “I don’t know if I can. I mean, if you were my girlfriend, then yeah, I’d break it, no problem.”

  “That’s what dating exclusively means, Dallas. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

  “Yeah we are. Needed to hear you say it.” He smirks, then stands and pulls his shirt over his head.

  Everything I wanted to say goes flying out the window at the sight of his upper body. The golden skin, the washboard abs, the tight stomach with the V at the hips, the broad shoulders, and sweet Lord, the happy trail that leads to his very hard and very large erection.

  He grabs it, squeezing through the material of his jeans and grunting. “Let me grab some protection, and I’ll be right back.”

  I watch him, my mouth still hanging open as he crosses the room and disappears inside the bathroom. His back muscles are like something out of a superhero movie. He puts the guy who plays Thor to shame.

  Less than a minute later, he comes back, shaking a box of condoms at me before setting them down on the nightstand “Not trying to press my luck, but as a Boy Scout, I was told I should always be prepared.”

  “That’s smart.”

  “Damn, bright eyes, I didn’t think it would turn me on so much for you to praise my intellectual abilities.” He runs his hand down the center of his mostly hairless chest and bites his bottom lip, like he’s putting on a private show for me. His fingers go to his jeans, pushing them down without hesitation. His cock springs free, bobbing as it does.

  “Wow… you’re wow.” I blow out a breath. “Wow.”

  “I’ll take that as the highest of compliments.”

  “You will?”

  He grabs his thick erection by the base and strokes it. “How often is a librarian at a loss for words?”

  “I’m pretty sure a rocket scientist would forget how to put together a spaceship if you stripped in front of her.”

  He makes a satisfied noise in his throat, then releases his shaft to open the box of condoms. Carefully, he takes one out and opens it, rolling it down the length of him.

  “Are you skipping the middle?”

  He shakes his head. “Not a chance. Although, you’ve already had a beginning, middle, and end.”

  “I could use another happy ending.” I bat my lashes at him and he laughs, even while he struts—yes, this man struts when he walks—to me.

  “You like what you see?”

  I nod like a bobble head.

  He puts one knee on the mattress. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

  Tempted to do a slow tease, I play with the hem of my t-shirt. “You sure you don’t want me to keep this on? I thought you liked seeing me with your name on my back.”

  His brows raise. “Show me.”

  “Show you what?”

  “Show me what my name looks like on your back.” He crosses his arms and stares at me pointedly. “Go on.”

  I turn on my stomach, glancing over my shoulder at him with what I hope is a sexy smile. “Thoughts?”

  “If I didn’t want to watch you come on my dick, I’d fuck you in that position.” He flips me over, all but tears off my t-shirt, and straddles my body, his cock almost in my face. This close, it’s even bigger.

  “Next time?”

  He nods, then repositions himself so he’s lying on top of me but bears most of the weight. “You can keep the bra on, but I need to make a couple of adjustments.”

  I look down, only to watch him pull the lace cup down until my breast pops out. He does the same thing to the other and flashes me a smile. “Nice tits.”

  “You can do better than that,” I say, challenging him. Never have I felt this confident in bed, but with Dallas, everything feels so right.

  “Fucking gorgeous tits.” He doesn’t wait for my critique; he takes a rapidly tightening nipple into his mouth and tongues it.

  Teases it.

  Bites and nibbles.

  Sucks on it until I’m mindless with desire.

  Every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue, and every scrape of his teeth is a direct path to my clit. It throbs in time with my pulse, which is accelerating to speeds I’ve never experienced before.

  “That… I like that so much.”

  He kisses the tip of my breast, then moves to the neglected one, taking his time as he works me into a frenzy. His hips thrust against me, his cock sliding through my pussy.

  I lift my hips, wanting to feel him inside of me, but Dallas is in no hurry. He’s too focused on my breasts, my neck, my ears… my jaw. His hands are everywhere, touching and caressing. Making me tremble and gasp his name over and over.

  Just when I can’t take it anymore, he grabs his erection and guides it to my entrance. With our gazes locked, he pushes inside of me, the thick, wide head slowly forcing my inner muscles to accommodate him.

  “Relax for me, Paige. I don’t fuck like a porn star. They’re all thrusts and no finesse, and only concerned about the money shot.” He kisses my nose, and my eyes flutter shut. “I want this to be good for you. Come as hard as you can, as fast or as slow as you want. I’m here for you all night, baby.”

  My body relaxes, opening to him so he slides in and groans when he stops.

  “Okay, so I might have spoken too soon about being here all night.” The cords of his thick neck strain. “You feel so fucking good. I’m about to blow.”

  I wrap my legs around his waist, sending him deeper, and he curses.

  “Can’t have that,” I murmur.

  “You’re a piece of work… I’m going to pay you back.” He pulls out, then thrusts back inside.

  “With sex or oral?” I ask, feeling especially powerful in this moment.

  “Bad girls get both.”

  I lean up and nip his ear. “I can be so bad for you.”

  “Shit.” He hisses. “I didn’t know you…”

  I slide my foot down his leg and back up again. “Didn’t know I was so flexible?”

  “That and… you like to talk.”

  “I’m the chatty type when I get naked,” I tease, and he grins. “Also, I like yoga.”

  “Explains your perfect ass.”

  I laugh, wanting to fling my arms out and shout that this is the best sex ever and I haven’t even gotten to the end. This is just the middle.

  “Anything else you’d like to comment on before we get back to the best sex ever?”

  “Can’t think of anything.” His lashes fall, hiding his eyes from me as he slowly starts to move, dragging his cock against my sensitized nerves.

  Grabbing his shoulders, I kiss him. He growls in his chest and his hips shoot forward, his arm snaking under me to anchor me tighter against him.

  My hands move from his shoulders, exploring his back and digging into his ass. An ass that is so hard that I could bounce an entire bank off it.

  “I’m about to…” He sits up, presses one of my knees against my stomach, and rolls his hips so he’s taking me deep and hard… and—his fingers find my clit, rubbing and teasing until I explode.

  Until I tighten around him to the point it’s hurting and feeling so good that my orgasm keeps going. Above me, he’s moving like a sex god and grunting with the force of holding himself back while I take advantage of the thick cock in me.

  Better than anything I’ve ever had before. Better than any vibrator either.

  I exhale his name, my eyesight blurry. “You can come now.”

  He grabs my other knee and presses it to one side, opening me up so wide that I can feel his balls hit me. I whimper in pleasure, and his gaze flies to mine.

  “You okay?”

  “Yoga.”

  Another thrust and he bites down on his lower lip, his foreh
ead creased in concentration while his fingers move from my clit to my nipples. He flicks them, rolls them, and grabs my breasts in his hands, caressing them with a grip that’s so firm I wonder if it will leave a mark.

  With one last push inside, he holds himself still and groans my name, filling the condom with his release while his erection jumps inside of me. Sweat beads his upper lip and his hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in a month. Courtesy of me, of course.

  He lowers himself onto me, claiming my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, savoring this moment. I lose track of time, of my name, of where I am as he continues to move inside of me. I’ve had two mind-bending orgasms, but he’s nudging me toward a third.

  His hand slides between us, one of his fingers sliding in to join his softening cock while his thumb works at my clit. Eyes widening, I gasp at the feel of it all.

  “Come for me one more time, bright eyes.” He shoves his finger in deeper.

  As if trained by the master, I come so hard I’m babbling. I’m barely coherent.

  I’m sleepy as anything.

  “There you go.” He kisses my forehead and I’m vaguely aware of him pulling out of me, disappearing, then coming back with a warm cloth. When he presses it against my now-sore vagina, I purr almost like a cat.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “So good I can’t even think about what category Sci-Fi Amish Space Opera would be catalogued under in our library.”

  After turning off the lights, he climbs in beside me and wraps me in the bed sheets and his arms. “We can go for round two when you wake up.”

  “So… tomorrow. Got it.”

  He laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest. “You don’t have any hair here,” I say, smoothing my hand over the hard planes of his body.

  “Sore point for me when I was younger.” He rubs the top of my head with his chin. “Everyone kept telling me I had a bird chest and looked like a toddler. It’s genetic—none of the men in my family have hairy chests.”

  “I hope they’ve Snoogled you since then.” I burrow into him, pressing my nose against his throat. “You smell so good.”

  “I smell like you.” He caresses my back with his large hands. “You still feeling good about us?” he asks.