I was so tired today, and all my bones felt like they weighed five thousand pounds each. I wanted to sleep for days.
I wanted to be at peace. To feel some sense of calm. What would that even feel like?
Wait, hadn’t Dakota asked me to see if his lighter was here?
I made my way to his desk, which was annoyingly spotless, but his lighter wasn’t here. Maybe it was in the drawer? I wasn’t looking through his drawers, though.
I shot him a text back saying his lighter wasn’t here, then went to get in bed. I paused when I noticed the bright orange flower speckled with brown dots sitting on my pillow.
What the hell…?
My heart beat harder as I picked it up and held it under my nose, inhaling.
It smelled sweet, like vanilla, and something warmer. I stared at it, smelled it again, then leaned on my bed and set it gently on the windowsill before lying on my stomach. I circledmy arms around my pillow and shoved my face into the soft fabric, then turned my head so I could see the flower.
Can you touch me?
Touch me more.
Pretty.
My eyes slid shut, my breathing evened out, and the rest of the world slowly drifted away.
“Touch me.Just like that. Oh, fuck, Reese.”
I moved my hands up hard thighs covered in silky black hair, sliding my thumb down the sensitive crease of his groin. Dakota bucked above me, his arms on either side of my head trembling as he held himself up. His hair tickled my cheek as he panted over me, staring down at me with a drugged-out look. His face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded as I touched him, letting my hands glide gently over his bare skin. I glanced down at his cock hanging between his legs; the tip was leaking precum and was a dark pink that faded to a lighter pink along the shaft.
I wanted him to crawl up my body and push it past my lips so I could slide my tongue along the underside, swirl it around the head and taste him. Tease him relentlessly until he was so worked up he couldn’t help but thrust deeper.
“I want your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about your hands. Please? Please touch me?”
I nodded and trailed my fingers over his lower abdomen. His stomach muscles contracted and he sucked in a soft breath, lowering his head to look between our bodies. To watch what I would do next.
It was fucking intoxicating.
When I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he moaned, and I glanced up in time to see his eyes roll back in his head.
“Don’t collapse on me,” I murmured, sliding up the soft skin until my thumb brushed against his slit.
“Unngh, oh, fuck, yes,” he groaned, breathing hard. “Right there.” He shuddered as I rolled my palm over the crown, spreading his precum over every soft inch and squeezing his shaft as I took it down to the base.
“You like that?” I whispered, staring up at his flushed face. His lips were inches from mine, trembling as I stroked him up and down, and every inhale was a ragged mess that had all my blood going to my cock.
He lowered his head until his lips were barely brushing mine. “Yes,” he whispered back. “I like everything you do.”
I liked seeing Dakota fall apart above me. He was so careful and controlled in his desire, too; I could tell he was having a hard time holding himself up. His arms were shaking, every muscle in his body flexing and contracting in continuous, mesmerizing ripples.
He was beautiful like this. At my mercy. Asking so sweetly for what he wanted. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I would give him whatever he asked for.
“Please,” he rasped, his harsh voice sinking into my skin and dragging down my cock. A thick pulse of need had me throbbing behind the zipper of my jeans, but the pain of it was delicious. It was making me delirious. “Please.” Dakota licked his lips, drawing my eyes down to that full, wet mouth.
I wanted to kiss him.
I wanted?—
His fingers sifted through my hair, stroking in time with my own hand on his cock. Up and down. Back and forth. I thought Imight come from that alone. I wantedhimto come, so I started stroking faster.
“Oh, fuck. It feels so good. So fucking good. Please, Reese.”
