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“I want to take you home.”
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Dakota
Somethingaboutthismanhas me wanting so badly, and I know he wants it too, but nerves run through my veins like a wildfire knowing that I’m taking a leap I’ve never taken before, jumping into bed with a man that I barely know. Ready and wanting. But it’s the control that I’m feeling that has me pushing forward.
I pull him by his shirt and lead him into my room, closing the door behind us. I turn around and fall onto the bed. He takes off his shirt before getting on his knees and wasting no time to spread my legs, but as I lay back into the bed my breath hitches.
“You’re fucking tatted?” I stare at his chest, covered in colorful tattoos. Some spreading over his shoulders, others coming down his upper arms. I see a snake, some kind of flowers, I think there’s a skull in there. I also see some roman numerals. I would have never thought.
“Does that bother you?” Nolan leans his head toward my legs, placing his hands inside the backs of my knees and lifting them slightly. He pulls my ass to the edge of the bed and starts trailing kisses from my knees to my upper thighs.
I’m flooded with avidity, not caring how wrong this may be. He’s taking his time but not at all. We’re adults, and the euphoric feeling racing in my beating heart is overpowering the fact that we may regret this later.
“Not at all.” I lay all the way back, flat on the bed as he places my knees over his shoulders, still kissing me all over my legs.
“Can you tell me what you want?” he asks as he pulls my skirt down my thighs, I lift my hips to help him.
Everything inside of me is crashing together. My heart is pounding, heat pooling between my thighs.
“I know how to use my words, Nolan,” I respond in a sarcastic, breathy sigh.
I made us rush out of the theater earlier because I was feeling all too much. I knew the moment our bodies touched, that I wanted to kiss this man. I knew I was ready to let go. And I couldn’t stand sitting next to him so close, in a dark space, any longer knowing that this is what I wanted. And in the alley, soaked in rain and grinding against the brick wall, I was too far gone to not end the night on a good note.
His lips are rough and soft all at once as he spreads kisses over my thigh. I arch my back and his fingers tease the top of my panties.
“So then, tell meone thing, Dakota.” Has this become our thing?One thing. It seems silly, but I love how real it allows us to be.
He leans and kisses the highest part of my inner thigh below my pussy, my body tenses at the sensation of his soft lips so close to where I want them. I try to steady my breathing as the feeling of his lips grazing my skin is overwhelming.
Another kiss.
“I don’t have all day, Dakota,” he says my name like a prayer to the heavens, as he wraps his fingers around my wrists, gripping me tightly, and pulling me upright. He’s so tall, even sitting up straight on the edge of the bed while he’s on his knees in front of me, he still has to look down at me slightly.
“I want to be told what to do,” I admit, feeling nerves rush as I do so.
“Come again?” Nolan asks, obviously slightly shocked by my admission.
“Well, I can’t come again if I haven’t come the first time,” I joke, but he doesn’t laugh. Rather, he moves the grip he has on my wrists to dig into my thighs before his thumb brushes over the wet spot on my panties. I wiggle a little, moaning as he rubs over the fabric.
“I didn’t ask for your smart ass remarks, Dakota. I asked you to repeat yourself.” He leans into me and digs his head into my neck. His fingers are still rubbing over my panties as he lightly swipes his tongue over the sensitive skin where my neck and shoulder meet.
I find it really hard to respond, seeing as I can’t breathe. This man is hot as fuck, and he can take my sassy banter.
“So, what did you say?” He takes his finger and hooks the edge of my underwear, allowing his finger to find the apex of my thighs. He swipes at my pussy, collecting my pleasure on his finger and making me sigh lustfully as he breathes into my neck.
“Tell me what to do,” I repeat myself. “Control me,” I add.
Control me. Because it’s the most controlling thing I can do, give it up. Relinquish control.
Nolan stands up, pulling me with him. I’m still wearing my underwear and my Johnny Cash t-shirt.
“I don’t normally do this on a first date, Dakota. I really shouldn’t have you so wet, waiting for me to use that pretty little body of yours. I don’t know if I can handle what will happen if you let me do this.” He admits, staring me in my eyes. The darkest parts of them burning into my skin.
“It’s too soon. I know,” I breathe. “But I wouldn’t have brought you up to my room if I didn’t want this.” I’ve never ever asked another man to control me, let alone allow them to fuck me on a first date. It escalated so quickly. We were walking to the movies one moment, talking briefly about portions of our lives, then in the alley not long after that. And now, in a desire-filled moment of wanting to give up control, here we are.
“You sure you wanna go through with this?” He’s looking for permission. Permission we both know he doesn’t need. Permission I’m willing to grant him because the aches in between my legs are too much for me to bear.
