evie

“I’m thinking about shaving my head,” I announce with a yawn as I stretch out over the bed, my eyes falling to his when his lips abruptly freeze from their spot beneath my navel.

“No,” he says immediately, his teeth releasing their hold on the barbell in my navel. “I don’t care how hot you are. I’m not fucking a bald chick.”

“Not like the whole thing, just one side,” I smirk, running my fingers through the long, dark locks on top of his head and admiring the shading on the sides as I flip his hair over to one side. “Kinda like this, but I’d keep mine long like it is now. And mine wouldn’t have a fade. Well? A little fade might look…”

“Why are we still talking about it?” he looks up at me, his grip still on my hips as he hovers between my thighs. “I swear to God, babe. I just did something really nice for you. The least you can do is give me an hour of nasty time before you start in with something else. You gotta ease me into this shit, Evie.”

“Just because you do something nice for me doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.”

“Obviously,” he mumbles, making me smirk.

“I’m just playing,” I tease gently as he begins to nip at my stomach once more. “But for the record, you have your head shaved on the sides and you’re still crazy hot.”

“Yeah, I also have a beard,” his eyes bore into mine. “Doesn’t mean I want you growin’ one.”

“You might like it,” I wink. “That beard feels pretty bangin’ when you drive it downtown.”

“Well, if you want to keep enjoying those scenic routes, you keep your hair long and your chin shaved how daddy likes it,” he says, making me chuckle as he pulls my thong down my legs and tosses it to the side before he settles back in place. “Now be a good girl and shut the hell up.”

“I hate you,” I lie through my laughter, his chest shaking the bed with his own for only a moment before he dips his tongue low, shutting us both up.

He tastes me in slow, languid strokes, a low groan leaving his lips at the same time I release a long sigh of pleasure. He takes his time, kissing me deep there and sinking his fingers into my flesh, holding me in place when I begin to instinctively slide up the mattress. The very beard I’d just been admiring brushes against the inside of my thighs at the same time his tongue grazes my swollen clit, making my hips buck.

“My little monster like that?” he mewls, the tip of his tongue moving up my center at a torturous pace, driving me crazy.

“Yes,” I manage through a pant, one hand still buried in his hair while the other falls limp on the sheet beneath us. “Yes, baby.”

My eyes drift low to find his hooded gaze locked on me, watching me as he wraps his lips around my clit with a low hum of arousal. When my eyes begin to flutter at the sensation, he raises up on his elbows, the arch in my back taking me with him as he begins to suck.

“Dash, fuck!” I cry out, his eyes holding mine as my back arches further, moving with me as he keeps lapping and sucking me into a frenzy.

By the time he’s raised to a sitting position, my legs are still locked in his grip as they rest on his shoulders, my orgasm dripping down my still quaking thighs. He licks me clean, watches me come down for just a moment before he releases me roughly, watching me fall against his bed.

My pussy is still pulsing, my hand resting between my thighs on instinct, but he’s quick to gently swat it away.

“You taste so fucking good, Evie,” he rasps, gripping my chin and taking my mouth, swallowing my moan as he kisses me deep. “I swear to God I could live with my face buried between your fucking legs, baby.”

His palm moves to my shoulder, the other gripping his heavy headboard as he pushes inside me all at once, pulling a gasp from me. My legs wind around his waist instinctively once more, his grip and the way he’s got me slightly pinned beneath him holding me in place as he drives into me. His hot breath washes over my skin, the deep moan leaving his chest as he begins sucking on my neck making me lightheaded.

The force in his thrusts doesn’t relent as he dips his head lower. If anything, as the palm resting on my shoulder takes my breast in its grip and he bites on my nipple, sucking on the barbell, it only spurs him on.

He worships my flesh, the feel of him everywhere all at once just as addictive now as it had been all those nights ago in the cabin. I thought we’d tire ourselves of each other long before now, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

My life absolutely feels like it’s falling apart all around me, but as long as Dash Hunter is standing beside me in the rubble, I couldn’t care less.

“Flip over,” he rasps, pulling me from my thoughts as he slips out of me and tugs on my hip. “Put that pretty little ass in the air.”

I quickly move into position, my insides still trembling at the aftershock of having him claim me. His palms knead my ass cheeks before he gives me a sharp smack on one side. Before I have time to catch my breath from the gasp it pulls from me, he traces my pussy from behind with his tongue, the groan leaving him vibrating against me making me shudder. When I think he’ll pull away, he surprises me by flattening his tongue and running it between my cheeks, licking and sucking just as fiercely.

“Oh, my God,” I moan into the pillow I’m gripping, melting against the mattress.

His palms clench onto my cheeks as he runs his tongue up the center once more, pulling another whimper from me.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah,” I admit, my cheeks involuntarily heating as my breathing goes erratic.

“Hmm, good girl,” he mewls, raising to lean over me, his bearded lips skimming my neck as he rubs his cock against me from behind. “You’re drenched for me, pussycat.”

His lips move over my shoulder as he sinks one hand between my legs, working me over, as the other stays locked on the headboard. I’m quaking beneath him, my thighs beginning to tremble as he drives me closer to another orgasm, my breasts heavy as they brush against the sheets.

“Oh, my God!” I gasp, my climax coming in waves.

“Scream my name, Evie,” he demands quietly, his lips still tracing my spine as his fingers pump inside me, the pad of his thumb on my clit making me feverish. “Give me what I want, baby.”

“Dash, fuck!” I cry into pillow I’m still clenching before he yanks it from me with a deep, aroused chuckle.

“Let me hear it, baby,” he croons, his fingers moving back between my thighs as he sinks his teeth into my ass and goes in for the kill.

My orgasm takes me completely then. His name slips passed my lips in a breathy chant as the low groan leaves his chest. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me fall apart and it drives me crazy with lust. I come hard against his hand, smacking my palm against the headboard as my release drips over his fingers, making both of us gasp. As I’m coming down, he winds his hand around my waist, pulling me onto his lap and yanking my legs open once more as his palm grips me between my thighs. I’m still pulsing beneath his touch, my breath still wild as he winds his free hand around my long, blonde strands and gently tugs, kissing me deep before I have to ask.

“I want you so fucking bad, Evie,” he husks as he teases my lips with his teeth before running his mouth down my neck, his grip on me never wavering.

“So, take me,” I whisper, my breath still leaving me in pants as my eyes drift shut. “I’m yours, Dash.”

“Hmm…” he hums against my skin as his fingers move lower, dipping back in between my legs. “Tell me you want it, Evie.”

He slowly begins to tease me, my walls still clenching as I shudder against him.

“Aah!” I cry out, my fingernails digging into his bicep in desperation. “Dash, please!”

His fingers slide out only to slip back in, slowly fucking me as his dick pulses between us, his tip moist against my back making me shudder.

“Please fuck me,” I beg almost silently as his fingers continue to move.

“I love it when you beg,” he groans into my neck. “You want that dick bad, don’t you, sugar?”

“Yes.”

“You need me, baby?” he pants. “You need me right now?”

“Yes.”

“Here?” he husks, the tip of his finger gently slipping between my cheeks.

“Y- wait, what?” I ask as my eyes pop open. “No. I don’t want it there.”

“Why not?” he smirks against my neck, moving his lips slowly up toward the hollow beneath my ear. “You’ll like it, babe.”

“No,” I blurt, fighting the temptation that his voice brings. “No, I won’t.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Absolutely not,” I blurt, making him release a dark chuckle before he kisses me chastely on the shoulder.

“Well, how do you know you won’t like it then?”

“Just call it a hunch,” I deadpan.

“Baby,” he smirks as he buries his face inside my neck, his finger inching closer.

“Dash, I’m not kidding! Get the hell out of there!”

“Please just try it,” he insists. “If you hate it, I promise I’ll never ask you again,” he bargains, tracing my ear with his tongue. “I’ll go really slow.”

“Oh, my God. I think I’m about to come again,” I whimper beneath his touch, my voice fading into an oblivion as my hands keep a firm grip on the arm still caging me in as his fingers take my body prisoner. I quake and buck against him again, this time falling apart so completely under his grip that tears begin streaming down my cheeks as his name ricochets off the walls in a rasp. His filthy words spill out in a croon into my neck, the slight twerk of my hips against his cock pulling a low moan from his chest. I’m spent, absolutely ruined by him, but as my eyes flutter open, heavy and sated, he’s got me right where he wants me and the subtle smirk on his lips tells me he knows it. “Do you fucking swear, Dash?”

“Yes, baby,” he promises immediately. “I swear.”

“Okay,” I pant weakly, pulling another husky groan from him.

“Good girl,” he whispers, moistening the tip of his finger in my release before moving it back further once more and slipping it inside slowly, holding me in place gently when I raise from his lap. “Shh, be still, baby. Just relax.”

“Okay,” I nod, my cheeks flaming for a moment as the arm still caging me in relaxes and he moves his freed palm to my breast. “I really don’t think I’m gonna…” The sensation begins to build, the pleasure unlike anything I ever expected making my head going light once more as he slowly pushes deeper inside me with a second finger. “Oh, my God…”

“Hmm… feel good, sugar?”  

“Yeah,” I admit breathlessly.

“You want more?” he croons, making me bite my lip.

“Yeah,” I nod quickly before I lose my nerve. He shifts below me, his head thick as it rests against me. He presses into me slightly and my body seizes with nerves. “Be careful!” I demand, ignoring his smirk.

“I will, baby. Just breathe,” he whispers. “I’m just gonna go in a little and then let you take control for a second, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper. “Don’t we need lube or something?”

“You don’t need any lube, baby, you’re drenched. I can feel your pussy dripping all over me,” he pants against the nape of my neck, the desire in his voice instantly making me tremble. “Just go slow and relax.”

I nod, about to speak, but the feel of him pushing past my brink takes my breath.

“Shh… baby, chill.”

“Slow the fuck down!” I hiss.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says, the smile in his voice obvious as he eases in further.

My body responds, allowing the intrusion at first, pleasantly surprised as he lets out a long, low growl of arousal.

“That’s the tip, babe,” he whispers against my skin, noticeably holding back. “Oh, my God, you feel fucking incredible, Evie,” he pants, his body trembling beneath mine. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod, the slow pressure building making me release a low, unsteady breath.

“Good girl,” he manages, his voice shallow with need. “Now, just sit really slow, okay? I’ll ease it in.”

“Okay,” I nod quickly, still breathing erratically. I begin to move, but tense up, my voice hitching. “Oh, my God, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared, baby,” he says low, trying to ease my panic.

“I can’t help it,” I admit with a low breath. “Your dick is huge…”

“Yeah, it is,” he cuts me off pridefully, making me swat at him.

“That’s not helping!”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Just breathe. I’ve got you, baby.”

I nod before I inch my way lower, feeling like a warrior for the first half inch as he shudders beneath me. I’m sure I can power through, much more turned on than I thought I’d be, but the sharp sting that follows a moment later is more than I can bear.

“Dash, I changed my mind!” I shout, squirming away from his grip.

“Baby, you’re so close!”

“I don’t care,” I shake my head, pulling away as my eyes slam shut, my hand reaching for the safety of my cool pillow as my brow beads with sweat. “Oh, my God, I’m about to puke.”

“What?” he asks, his voice hitching in amusement as I free myself completely, lying flat on the mattress. “Baby…”

“Oh, my God… don’t you dare,” I say through deep breaths. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into that.”

“Evie,” he chuckles, his long black hair hanging over his brow as he cages me in, nuzzling into my neck affectionately. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Easy for you to say,” I pant, pulling myself from the covers. “It wasn’t your ass on the line.”

“Where are you going?” he laughs.

“I just need a minute,” I admit, pushing through the bathroom door, ignoring his loud laughter as I splash my face with cool water.

Jesus. I’m sweating like a hooker in church.

“Well, you do what you gotta do, pussycat, but my dick’s still hard and we haven’t even made a dent in that list,” he calls after me teasingly as I reach for my bowl, shaking my head when I turn to find him winking back at me. “Getcha mind right, Smoky Robinson.”