Wasted Love

by Danielle Jamie

  I quickly get to work laying a blanket out. I unfold the soft cotton, allowing it to open fully before waving the quilt in the air. I watch as the wind catches it, causing the eclectic patterns to float out in front of me as the fabric whips around in the wind. Finally, it comes to rest in the bed of the truck, and Dixon lays his final blanket down beside me.

  “There that should be perfect. Here, lie down,” he tells me as he rests his hand at the small of my back and gently brushes his body against mine, which causes every inch of me to awaken once again.

  I sit down on the layer of blankets and slip my boots off, leaving them at the end of the tailgate before lying back on the makeshift bed we’ve created. Dixon does the same and grabs the last blanket that was left folded at the end of the truck. Opening it, he whips it out in front of us before allowing it to fall and blanket us both under its warmth.

  I instinctively snuggle up against Dixon, using his arm as a pillow. We gaze up at the night sky. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Looking up at the stars has never been more enjoyable than it is at this moment in time.

  Dixon is lying on his side, with his fingers slowly tracing a path from my left hipbone to my right, just barely dipping his finger inside the waist of my jeans. The feeling of his warm hands on my cool skin and the gentle breeze rolling over us causes my stomach to erupt in goose bumps. The sensation of his warm, rough fingers sliding under the waist of my jeans causes my muscles to tense and my girly parts to tingle. I have to bite down on the corner of my lip to hold back the urge to jump his bones; he has me all worked up without even the slightest touch.

  “I’ve never seen anything so breathtaking in my life,” I murmur, almost to myself. I slide my eyes across the night sky to connect the stars in my head and form the constellation of the Big Dipper.

  “Me either.” Dixon’s voice comes out low, and his drawl is thick as molasses. He leans down toward me with a sexy smirk on his perfect and very kissable lips.

  I’ve never paid much attention to a man’s lips, but Dixon has the perfect mouth; the kind you can’t help but stare at and daydream about kissing all day.

  I don’t respond to his clichéd line, deciding instead just to enjoy his brazenness and take from him whatever he is willing to give me.

  I realize this is the most comfortable I have ever felt around a guy. Sure, I can easily get naked for a man without batting an eye, but there’s something about Dixon that just has a familiarity about it. I could just lie out here with him all night and feel satisfied, which is crazy!

  “You have to be one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life. God…I’ve wanted to taste these lips for weeks.” I cannot believe he is confessing this to me; it’s as if I’m lying in the bed of this truck with a completely different person. He runs his thumb across my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. My heart is beating so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if Dixon could hear it. I breathe in a slow, shaky breath as I watch his tongue slide across his lips. “You have no idea how hard it’s been these last few weeks…”

  I can’t help it; his words break me from my Dixon daze, and I let out a soft chuckle. “I can only imagine how hard it’s been.”

  Dixon’s laughter brings a smile to my lips. He stares down at me with a melt-my-panties-right-off grin as he continues to stroke my cheek with his thumb. “You and that mouth…I ain’t fuckin’ exaggerating. It’s been pure fuckin’ torture being around you and having you flaunt that fine ass of yours around me…taunting me. It’s taken every ounce of willpower I have to not give in and reenact every dirty thought that’s crossed my mind since the first day I met you back at Knox’s ranch.” His last words come out slow, and his drawl is thick, making my body ache to be touched and kissed finally.

  His eyes slide from mine and stop at my lips; then he slowly leans over me, bringing his lips to mine. I let out a soft moan as I press my lips to his, kissing him back hard. I am too worked up for slow, soft kisses.

  A low growl rumbles in his throat as he slides his fingers into my hair and pushes his perfect lips against mine. He tilts his head, deepening our kiss. As his tongue slides between my lips, my body instantly reacts, and I open my mouth for him, giving his mouth full access to mine.

  Oh. My. God.

  I have heard about moments like this, where people feel as if fireworks are going off around them as they kiss a guy. I’ve always laughed it off. But I swear right now at this very moment, I hear those explosive booms ringing in my ears and rocking me to my very core. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, Dixon’s confession, or just Dixon himself, but I’ve never felt like this before.

  The kiss he gave me at Tank’s house was amazing. I just figured it was a one-time reaction, that the overwhelming sensation that consumed me as I pinned his massive, irresistible body against his truck while I kissed him was just a release to the buildup of all the emotions leading up to it. I now know that the anticipation of his kiss had nothing to do with it. For the second time, I’m getting lost in his kiss as his lips crash against mine.

  He pulls away from me for a millisecond and stares into my eyes, looking for something…I don’t know what…from the look on his face, I’d say it’s safe to say he’s feeling it, too. I peer up into his dark pools of sapphire and feel my breathing hitch as my heart begins to do somersaults once again in my chest.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m in too deep, and we’ve only just begun.

  This is just a one-time thing. I’m going to fuck Dixon, then I’m going to go on with my life. This has been a fun game, but we’ve now entered the final match. I’m about to conquer Dixon, showing the player that he’s met his match.

  I slowly lick my lips, savoring the taste of Dixon on them before saying, “I’ve been imagining what it would be like to ride you since the day we met. And from the impressive erection pressing against my leg, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that it’ll be a ride I’ll never forget.”

  I’ve pushed my crazy thoughts to the back of my mind and allowed my inner sex kitten to resurface. Dixon must like what he hears because his eyes–which are glowing in the moonlight casting a glow on his gorgeous face–are now dilated, and his grip on my hips has tightened.

  “Believe me, baby. You’ll be feeling me inside that sweet pussy of yours long after tonight.”

  I flash him a smile and slip my fingers into his hair. “I’m looking forward to it,” is all I say before pulling his lips back down to mine.

  Dixon’s lips are a sweet contradiction. One second they’re melting into mine softly and in the next moment his kiss shifts to one of hunger and passion. His hard kiss lights my body up like a fucking Christmas tree. My lips part against his and I feel his warm tongue slip into my mouth.

  The instant our tongues connect, the all-too-familiar throbbing in my sex returns–only it's magnified by a million. Dixon’s hand leaves my hip and slides down my thigh, coming to rest with his fingers just barely under my ass. I can’t control the moans coming from me and vibrating into Dixon’s mouth.

  His shortly trimmed scruff scratching at my chin feels surprisingly wonderful. Each tiny scratch against my skin is like a shock wave straight to my sex that's making wetness pool between my thighs. I want to experience that sensation between my thighs as he buries his face in my pussy.

  I slide my hand down to his shoulder, gripping his flannel shirt and pulling him harder, silently begging him to continue. I feel his body shift and his lips slip from my mouth. Then he begins kissing a path from my jaw to my neck.

  “Your skin smells so sweet…” Dixon murmurs against my neck as his tongue dips out and slides along my collarbone, causing me to shiver as the cool night air hits me.

  “Dixon, I’m five seconds away from ruining your perfectly good shirt,” I tell him breathlessly. With his shirt in my hand, I grip it harder and pull on it with more force. “You’ve got me so worked up, I’m ready to dry hump your fucking leg to relieve the ache between my legs.”

  He lets out a husky
laugh as he leans up on his knees and flashes me a cocky grin. “Baby, believe me: my dick is about ready to bust through my damn jeans. Enough foreplay…let’s get you naked.” His eyes sparkle with mischief and excitement as he emphasizes naked.

  I suddenly don’t feel the crisp December air anymore. My body flushes with excitement as I watch Dixon get to work unbuttoning my jeans. I lift my hips and raise my lower half up enough for him to slide my pants off.

  His fingers trace a path from my ankle up to my calf, only to work their way towards my panties. “I like these,” he tells me as he glances up to me before his eyes land back on my red lace panties. I feel my stomach dip like I just plunged down a roller coaster as his fingers trace my lips through my damp lace. “Damn, baby, you’re drippin’ wet–and we’ve only just started.” His voice comes out thick and raspy, and I notice his jaw tensing once again.

  I love that I have him coming unhinged even before climbing on his dick. I have Dixon exactly where I want him; he thinks he’s the one in charge, when the reality of the matter is, I have all the control here.

  He slides his fingers over the tiny red bow in the center before moving to the waistband. He then gives me a devilish grin before yanking my panties straight off my body.

  Oh, my dayum!

  I squeeze my thighs together as they pool with excitement for what’s to come. I love when a guy lets his primal instincts takeover. There’s nothing sexier than a man taking what he wants–and right now, there’s no denying Dixon wants me.

  Everything is a blur of clothing as Dixon shoves my torn G-string into his pocket. He then lunges forward to grab the zipper of my hoodie and yanks it down. Within seconds, my hoodie and the T-shirt I was wearing are being thrown beside us in a heap in the corner of the truck. I’m now lying in the back of his truck bed, wearing nothing but a red lace bra.

  Reaching for the quilt, I cover myself in an attempt to keep the cold from ruining this moment. Dixon undresses in record time to strip off his jeans, briefs, flannel, and undershirt. He looks even sexier naked, with nothing but the stars as our lighting.

  His skin is smooth, but his body looks as if a sculptor carved him from stone. Every single inch of Dixon is pure perfection. His tattoos are all black ink and breathtaking.

  “You ready to ride your cowboy, darlin’?” he asks as he leans down and takes my breast into his mouth. His drawl does crazy things to my fricking body.

  My nipple buds under the thin fabric and my core tightens as he clamps down on it with his teeth through the lace. “I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks,” I admit before I have time to catch myself. There I go again with my ‘speaking before thinking’ trait.

  He cocks an eyebrow up towards the night sky. “Really? Well, I hope I can live up to whatever expectations your subconscious has me built up to, inside that pretty little head of yours.”

  I let out a light, airy giggle that travels past us and disappears into the darkness of the night. “Well, seeing you always left me hanging. Let’s hope you can outdo the dream version of yourself.”

  There’s the feisty Brooklyn. I am so lying through my teeth. I’ve woken up feeling as if I’d just been rocked by the most earth-shattering orgasm of my entire life while sleeping, all thanks to Dixon here. So here’s to hoping he performs as well as he does in my dreams.

  “There’s no doubt in my mind, by the end of the night you’ll be going to bed very well satisfied.”

  Lying down beside me, he covers his lower half with the quilt and presses his very nice erection against my hip. It was hard to see in the dark, but from what I could see, it’s big enough to make me hurt in the morning.

  His body pressing against mine has my head spinning. “Roll onto your side…I need to see these tits,” he says, running his fingers over the swells of my breasts, causing goose bumps to blanket my body. Holy hell, this man will have a fucking Slip ‘N Slide in the back of his truck by the time he’s through with me.

  As if he can read my mind, his rough, strong hand grips my side before moving between my thighs. A moan escapes me as his fingers move between my folds and push inside of me. His thumb begins caressing my clit in slow motion as his fingers move in and out of me.

  I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just him, but my head is spinning, and my body is burning hot for his touch. All I can picture in my head is the bonfire from Tank’s party; it's dancing around and causing every inch of me to burn hot. The air is cool, causing goosebumps to blanket my body. At the same time, it feels as if I’m sitting in the middle of a heat wave, feeling as if it’s well past ninety degrees between me and Dixon.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The intensity in his stare has me burning up. Dixon’s eyes are dark, mysterious, and absolutely impossible to read as they look down into mine. My eyes flutter, and my body responds to the feeling of his large, strong fingers that are working my body towards an orgasm. I can’t see straight as I clench my thighs and get lost in the scent of Dixon consuming me. His fingers are slick with my juices and sliding in and out of me as I grind into his hand. The final thread that was holding me together finally snaps as his tongue darts out and connects with my neck.

  His tongue feels like a live wire pressed against my chilled skin, and he slowly slides it along before nipping and sucking a path from my neck to my mouth. The mixture of his warm tongue on my neck and his week-old beard scratching at my sensitive skin causes a ripple to shoot through me, and I scream out as I climax, “Ahhhh…God!”

  I keep my eyes squeezed shut and allow myself to float away toward the stars. I moan into his mouth as he crashes back against mine. Before I can come back down to Earth, he’s climbing between my legs and hooking my right leg on top of his arm. I feel the large, warm, slick head of his dick press against my entrance.

  I snap my eyes open and instantly feel the air from my lungs vanish as I gasp for air. In one quick movement, he slides into me, filling and stretching me more than I have ever been stretched before–and fuck me, it feels amazing. Believe me, I’ve had my fair share of well-hung men, but Dixon’s dick takes the fucking cake!

  “Dayum, Brooklyn…you feel like a fuckin’ vice grip wrapped around my cock.” Dixon’s voice is thick and husky and sounds strained. I love that I’m doing this to him.

  I clench myself around him and do Kegels, causing my pussy to squeeze his hard, thick length. He slowly slides in and out of me, coating himself with arousal. “Fuck…do that again, and you’ll make me blow my load before I get the chance to give you the best orgasm of your life.” Cocky Dixon is back and turning me on even more, which five seconds ago I didn’t think was even possible!

  I feel the walls of my pussy shudder and clench around his dick, and he flashes me that cocky megawatt grin that I absolutely love.

  “Fuck, baby. I ain’t lying...” he says, gritting his teeth while a pained look flickers across his face. I have to bite back yet another smile. Big bad playboy Dixon is barely holding on because of little ol’ me.

  “Are you enjoying this?” he asks as he shifts up onto his knees and cups my ass in his massive hands. He begins to pick up his pace while rotating his hips in a circular motion, causing the head of his dick to tease my magic spot deep inside over and over again.

  I try to speak, but my words get stuck in my throat; so, I just roll my eyes before closing them momentarily. I am holding onto his hips and digging my nails into his flesh. I'm just trying to keep myself somewhat grounded. I feel as if any moment I’m going to float out of orbit.

  “Open your eyes, Brooklyn. I want you to watch me. Watch us,” he says, sliding his gaze from me down to where our bodies are connected as one. I watch as his length slides out almost completely before ramming back inside of me. It's slick, glistening and shining in the starlight as it goes in and out of me.

  I feel my orgasm building deep inside my core as I watch Dixon fuck me.

  I don’t think before I speak and just spit out the first thought that pops into my head as I watch
Dixon’s massive, tanned, and toned body flexing above me. His sweat is sparkling under the stars. “You look like a sparkly fucking vampire right now…” I bite back a smile and let out a soft giggle. I watch this gorgeous man I’ve dreamt about fucking me for the last several weeks finally buried inside of me. He feels a million times better than I ever could have imagined.

  My laughter quickly disappears and turns into a loud moan of pleasure. Dixon begins rotating his hips in a deliciously perfect rhythm, driving his Texas-sized dick into me and slamming into my G-spot, causing my breath to hitch. I find myself panting as I try to remind myself to breathe. He just shakes his head and lets out a low, husky chuckle before crashing his mouth against mine once again. I have never wanted lips on mine as badly as I’ve wanted Dixon’s. Between his tongue fucking my mouth and his dick fucking me, I feel my muscles tingling. My body is becoming hypersensitive to every touch and caress he places on me.

  I need him as close as physically possible. I need to feel every single inch of him buried to the hilt inside of me. I reach up to wrap my arms around him and claw at his back, then lift my other leg to drape them both on his shoulders and squeeze his head between my calves.

  At this angle, I’m feeling every inch of him. I wouldn’t be shocked if his dick busts through my freaking cervix at this point. He’s slamming into me like a battering ram. The sharp contrast of pain and all-consuming pleasure that is blending together is sending me soaring on a euphoric high.

  I’ll never taste whiskey or beer again without thinking of Dixon. His tongue slides across my bottom lip as he slows down our kissing. We’ve gone from frenzied to slow and passionate. He slows down his pace and begins rotating his hips, sliding in and out of me in a tortuously slow rate to caress me just where I need him.

  With every thrust he gives, I rotate my hips, meeting him at the perfect time. Every second, I inch closer to the orgasm I’m desperate for.