Page 17 of Dandelions and Smoke

“Oh f—” My words are cut off by a moan and an utter explosion of ecstasy as his tongue dances over my clit in hungry sweeps as though my pussy is this man’s favorite meal, and he’s been starved. The very thought has my head pressing into the pillow as he slows back down and takes his time, sliding one, then two fingers inside me. The slick sound of my body responding fills the space between us, but instead of embarrassment, it only heightens my pleasure. His groans of delight, the way his body shakes the bed as he rocks himself with the rhythm of his tongue, have me right on the edge.

Heat floods my body. With my orgasm building, he pulls his fingers from me. With my arousal still covering his hand, he uses it to coat his shaft. I take in the size for the first time and, with wide eyes, realize exactly how big he is.

“Still okay?” he asks, his strokes slowing slightly.

“Very,” I laugh.

“Protection?” he asks, a look on his face as he looks around the room, like maybe if he thinks hard enough, he’ll remember where he put a condom.

“I’ve got an IUD. If it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.”

His shoulders relax, and he smiles before lining himself up with me.

“Wait,” I say, and instantly admire the way he freezes completely.

Sitting up, I press his shoulders to the side and down until our positions are flipped.

“My turn,” I whisper with my lopsided grin and brow raised.

His breath catches, a satisfied grunt rumbling from him as I slowly lower myself onto him. Even with how wet I am, he stretches me, pushing me past anything I’ve ever experienced before. By the time I’m fully lowered, I’m seconds from an excruciating rapture.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you kind of like a little bit of pain with your pleasure,” he muses, studying me as if he sees into the window of my very soul.

At this moment, maybe he does.

His words only encourage me to explore his theory. I slide up and back down with a sharp intake of breath, before doing it again and again, the contradicting sensations taking hold of me, leaving me stunned and shameless. As the pain eases, I’m surprised that I miss it and the way it keeps me present.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he says with a hint of wonder in his voice, his hands resting on my waist as he waits patiently for me to adjust. He throbs inside of me, fighting to hang on to control. Control that I’m craving, that I now realize I need.

I grab his hands from my hips and place them on my breasts.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” He squeezes softly, but it’s not enough. “Just say the words.”

“Pinch them,” I plead, and he listens.

I bounce up and down, riding him like he’s my own personal fuck-toy as he pinches my nipples between his fingers. It’s everything I never knew I wanted, and I’ve never felt more in control of anything in my life. The rush of adrenaline and excitement pushes me to go faster, harder.

“That’s right, baby. Ride your cock,” he groans, and his pleasure has me chasing my own. “Yeah, just like that,” he grunts, shifting his hands from my nipples to my hips.

“Let me take care of you,” he says as my rhythm becomes erratic. “Give it to me.”

So I do. I surrender to him, and he grips my hips, effortlessly moving me so that I’m plunging up and down his cock. As my moans become cries of pleasure, he flips us so that I’m beneath him on the bed. He thrusts relentlessly until I’m screaming as my orgasm overtakes me. He follows behind, pulling me to him so tightly that I hardly know if it’s his heartbeat or mine slamming against my chest.

The give-and-take of control was new to me, and I don’t have it in me to overanalyze that right now. All I know is that this has been the best night of my life. After cleaning me up, we lay in bed, completely spent. Sliding closer behind me, he wraps his blanket around us both, but his arms around me are what quickly send me sinking into sleep.

“Tell me your name,” he whispers, his fingers running through the curly strands of my hair as my eyes flutter shut. “Who are you?”

Unable to form a single coherent thought as exhaustion takes me, I think of the only thing I know in my heart to be true, even if it’s only for tonight.

“Yours,” I breathe, and everything goes dark.

Present Day

Everything is too loud: the music, the cheering, the clinking of glasses. My flannel feels like it’s clinging to my skin, itchy and too tight now. Heat crawls up my neck, and I can feel eyes on me from where Billy, Blake, and Lucas were standing last I checked, across the room, but I can’t look at them yet to confirm. I’m locked onto baby-blue eyes filled with questions that I can’t even begin to answer.

“You’re here,” he says, resting his hands on my shoulders, stunned as if he can’t grasp that I’m real and standing in front of him.

I look down, my stomach sinking as I pretend that I don’t notice how every fiber of my being wants to step into him, then at Billy, Blake, and Lucas. I take in their varied looks of concern and wonder what they must see as they watch me stand here, wishing I could disappear.