AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Whoa there. I am definitely not denying you, Dakota. I just really don’t want your night to end like this, thinking that you have to repay me for something that, really, I didn’t mind doing for you.”
I pull her up to sit next to me on the bed, her bare thighs touching the fabric of my sweats and the friction creates even more desire within me.
“I’m flattered you want to get on your knees for me, but I didn’t invite you to stay with that in mind.”
“I know that. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” She shifts in her position next to me, her legs hanging off the end of bed with mine.
It’s a vulnerable position to put her in but she has to know that I can’t let her do this, it wouldn’t be right of me.
“And as much as I’d love to see you wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock,” I lean in just a little more, closing up just enough space between us that our mouths almost touch, “I kind of just thought you might not want to be alone tonight. I wanted to make sure you had someone there for you.”
I’m not lying. I know what it's like to feel alone when all you want to do is talk to someone about what you’re going through, or even just have someone around just in case. I know we don’t know each other in an extreme matter, but I want to be that someone to her.
Before I have time to say anything else, she pinches me in my side.
“Ouch, what the hell was that for?”
“I needed to be sure that you’re real.” She stifles a laugh as she squeezes my side again.
“You do not want to start a war with me, Dakota,” I threaten lightly. She brings her legs to the bed and folds them under her, propping herself up on her knees as she reaches in and attempts to pinch me again, but this time I catch her by her wrist.
“What are you gonna do, old man?” she quips.
I pull her into me by her wrist, but she tries to fight back, and she pulls herself free from my grip. But she reaches back out and tries to get to my other side. This time I let her fall into me a little more before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her over my lap.
She lets out a little squeal and I stifle the sound by closing my hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” I whisper. “The girls are sleeping, remember?” I move my hand away, and grip both of her hips as she practically straddles me.
She rests her hands in her lap, which is in close proximity to my dick, and I can’t help myself, this girl is fucking beautiful sitting in my lap the way she is, her shirt pulled up a little past her upper thighs, and the light from the bathroom still shines on her in the most sensual way.
She allows herself to snake her hands around my neck as she wiggles a little over my pelvis. The friction she creates sends a euphoric feeling traveling to my dick and I tighten my grip a little more on her hips.
She pulls me into her, allowing herself to bring her lips closer to my ear.
“Thank you for taking my mind off today, Nolan,” she whispers. And though there is nothing sexual about what she just said, it’s the confidence that laces her tone that drives me wild. How comfortable she is with being with me in these moments.
“See, it was just as much of a distraction as a blowjob would have been.” I pull her off me, knowing that if I let her seduce me a minute longer, I might give in. And she protests in the form of a heavy sigh.
I reach over to the top of the bed and fluff the pillows before pulling the comforter down.
“What are you doing?” she asks me as I walk over to the bathroom to shut off the light.
“You need some sleep,” I reply.
She watches me as I prep the bed for her, noticing the rise and fall of her chest, probably overthinking too many things.
“If you need anything, you know where to find me,” I say before walking toward the bedroom door.
“Wait,” her protest cuts through the dark and silent air. I’m halfway to turning the doorknob to exit the room when I stop and turn toward her.
“Stay with me.” Her tone is soft and assured as she slides into the comforter and tucks herself in. “You’re right, I really don’t want to be alone.”
There’s no harm in sharing a bed with her. We’ve shared more than that already. But as I back away from the door and climb over her into the spot beside her, it’s not whether or not there is harm in sharing a bed that I’m thinking about. No. As I settle in next to Dakota—her sweet scent invading my senses—and she nestles her backside against my front, digging herself deeper into a cuddling position as she helps me position my hand around her body, holding her tight to me, it’s the fear that I think about. The fear of falling for someone who might not be ready to fall back.
fourteen
Dakota
