“Nothere,”hewhisperedbetween kisses.
I sighed. It wasn’t that I envisioned our first time happening in an on-campus shower. But now that I’d given myself permission to enjoy him, I didn’t want to wait another second. Neither did Dakota, it seemed. Except he was being far smarter about it.
We hurriedly dried ourselves off and tugged on some clothes. He grabbed my hand, and I laughed as we ran through the rows and rows of lockers. Dakota smiled. We paused so he could peek his head out of the door. Once the coast was clear, he pulled me across the hallway and towards a dark conference room.
Once the door clicked shut and Dakota locked it behind us, I pulled him close for a kiss. He returned it with equal vigor and lust. When his lips pressed against mine, I was reintroduced to the wonderful sensation of falling.
I fell in love a lot when I was in high school. Or, at least, what I believed to be love at the time. Whenever a new guy at school enrolled, I’d try to be the first girl to talk to him. The first girl to convince him I was his One because anything felt possible.
I’d mellowed out since growing up but the sentiment had followed me. I loved romance and attention and the excitement it brought into my life. Up until this point, my adoration for romance ended up biting me in the butt. Even now, sirens went off in my head to slow the fuck down. Dakota wasn’t the kind of guy I wanted to mess things up with. Sex this early had a good chance of doing that.
Instead of listening to my head, I let my body decide. And as long as it was taking part in skin-to-skin contact with Dakota, it wanted more. That’s what it’d get.
Dakota wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me with strength I didn’t think he could muster at the drop of a hat. He was fit, yes. But God, I was large. One didn’t just carry me across the room and set me on a table in one breath… until now.
He’d only put on a pair of sweats, so his bare chest pressed against me as he pulled me close for another heated kiss. My nipples pointed through the t-shirt he’d let me borrow. On the bottom, I too only took the time to pull on a pair of his extra sweats.
Something about being hot, wet, and bothered in his clothes made me even more turned on. Dakota appeared to agree. He squeezed my breast through the shirt and pressed the heel of his palm between my legs. The seam rubbed against my clit. I moaned, rocking my hips to take advantage of the feeling of his hand rubbing against me.
“That’s a good girl,” he encouraged in a whisper as he rubbed harder and faster. “Get yourself nice and wet before I get a taste.”
My next moan was louder, and he muffled it with his mouth when we heard voices in the hall. Dakota didn’t stop rubbing me. He sped up. My moans continued to rise.
“I’ll still fuck you,” he promised, voice low and raw in my ear. “If they hear, so be it.”
I let out a whimper and tried to capture his mouth again to mask the noise. He pulled away and shook his head. There was a devious smile on his face, a playful look I’d never seen before. Being teased made my stomach flutter. How did he always do the right thing at the right moment?
Whoever was outside stopped right at the doorway. I could see the shadowy footsteps at the bottom crack of the door. Dakota pushed up the shirt and bent down to suck on my nipple. I covered my mouth with my hand when he playfully bit down. Thankfully the person moved away from the door. As soon as they were out of earshot, Dakota removed my shirt to get better access to my breasts. He sucked on me roughly and made my clit feel envious.
“May I have a look?” he murmured.
I nodded and removed the pants. As they slipped from my waist, I got a good look at how much I’d ruined them. I chewed on my lip, almost wanting to apologize. Dakota let out a heavy breath at the sight. His eyes weren’t wide with surprise like mine was how wet I had gotten. Instead, his gaze darkened. He whispered my name in a tone far lower than he used in his everyday life. The way he said my name made my spine straighten and pussy clench at the sheer thought of him filling me.
“Looks like this has been as tortuous for you as it has been for me.”
Dakota traced the lips of my pussy. He widened it a little, exposing my clit to the cold air of the building. I almost whimpered when his index finger flicked the top of the tight bud. Blood rushed to the area, committed to giving as much sensation to whatever part of my body he wanted to play with.
Nice guys never seemed like they’d fuck you dirty. Guys who say, ‘yes, sir,’ and ‘no, ma’am’ didn’t seem like the type to bend you over and give you every inch without regret. Guys like Dakota seemed like they letyoulead them to the edge. But no, I’d misjudged him. Because Dakota wasn’t waiting for me to jump first. He was pulling me right along with him.
As his fingers sunk into my pussy, he ordered me to look at what he was doing to me. I peered down, watching his tanned fingers pump in and out of me. His hand was covered in my juices. The sticky, natural lubricate made it easier for him to add another finger.
“Look at how beautiful you are,” he whispered as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. “Do you have any clue?”
I rocked against his fingers, meeting his every stroke. His free hand cupped my cheek tenderly like he wasn’t fucking me senseless with three fingers right now. When our gazes met, Dakota’s eyes were soft like they’d been when we first met. He leaned in and kissed me like we were in the rain outside, and he was trying to keep me warm. I clung to him, wrapping my fingers in his hair to make sure he knew I needed him to stay close.
Tension was building in my core. I knew he could feel my walls clenching around his fingers as my orgasm neared. When my climax started, Dakota fucked me harder. He didn’t let up for a second as I came. I’d never felt so wanted or so sexy. From the way he clung to me you’d think I was the only woman on the planet.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Enjoy it, Emmy. You look so beautiful with your legs spread for me. I can’t wait to see how you look on my dick.”
I gasped. My orgasm lingered because of his words. When I tilted my head back to enjoy his fingers, Dakota leaned in to bite my neck. The mix of pain and pleasure forced out a moan. I squeezed my thighs around his hand as he sucked on the spot where he bit me.
As my body began to recover from the high, he pulled his fingers out of me and kept eye contact as he licked himself clean. I watched, entirely too turned on, and tried to catch my breath. Dakota was determined not to let me get too comfortable.
“Turn around and bend over,” he said, voice hard and almost unrecognizable. “Right now.”
I hurried and slipped off the table, following his order. My nipples brushed against the cold surface of the wood. Dakota’s pants fell to the floor, and I heard him pull something out of his bag before coming back over to me.
“Face down,” he instructed when he saw I was trying to get a look at his swollen dick. Dakota lifted one of my legs so that the knee rested on the table. The movement gave him enough room to maneuver into the position of his choice. “All you need to worry about right now is taking all of me.”
