Dawson
Hot damn.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say I was falling for this girl.
Despite the fact that she still couldn’t admit The Pie Guys made the best pizza in the world.
It was close to two o’clock in the morning by the time we arrived back at Mickie’s dorm, and I was still riding the high I’d been on all night. Between the ziplining, fulfilling a childhood fantasy, eating some damn good pizza, and being with the most incredible girl I’d ever met, I couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off my face if I tried.
Best. Day. Ever.
“All right, I’ll concede that The Pie Guys make some incredible sauce,” she said after I parked my truck in her dorm lot. “But they’ve still got a long way to go with their crust to beat Fabrizio’s.”
I faked a sigh. “It seems I’ve still got some work to do then. But I have faith in you. You’ll see the light soon enough.”
She giggled and I swear my dick almost punched through my jeans.
We hadn’t kissed since that first night outside her dorm, and I was dying. My control was slipping. I needed something to hold me over before my desire for her consumed me and I lost it. But the last thing I wanted to do was move too fast, get too rough and freak her out.
I knew she was inexperienced.
How inexperienced I had yet to figure out.
“I say for our next date, we sneak our way onto the set of a music video,” she said. “Or go skydiving.”
I laughed. That was getting much easier to do. At least around her.
“You’re a regular Evel Knievel. Whatever happened to dinner and a movie?”
Not that I knew anything about such things.
“Those are good, too,” she replied, nodding her head. “But you have to keep things fun. Interesting. Spontaneous.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been described as being spontaneous.”
She scooted across the bench, bringing her petite body closer to me. “Well, you kept things spontaneous today.” She placed her hand on my thigh, slowly stroking up and down. “And interesting.” Her lips touched the heated skin of my neck, and my eyes rolled back in my head. “And fun.” Her tongue left a trail across my jawline.
Fuck me.
With a low growl, I crushed her mouth under my lips.
Her moan was the sweetest gift to my ears.
The girl was completely oblivious to how fiercely she turned me on. And when her hands snaked under my T-shirt, I about swallowed my tongue. Her fingers were cool against my flesh, seeking in their innocent exploration.
God, I wanted to show her things.
Everything.
Wanted to show her all that I could do to her body. Make her taste her own arousal on my lips. Coax her to drown in the most intense pleasure of her life.
All at my hands. And my lips. And my tongue.
And my dick.
Was she ready for that? I guess I’d soon find out.
I pushed her jacket off her shoulders, and yanked the strap of her tank top down. I smothered her caramel skin in open-mouth kisses, licking across every delicious inch of her rich silkiness. Her breath hitched when I reached the swell of her breast.
But she didn’t stop me when I shoved her top down.
Nor when I palmed her breast, slowly easing her bra cup down with my fingers.
I released her lips so I could watch her when I finally caressed her puckered nipple. Her eyes were still closed, and her breath was stilted. I could tell she was lost to the sensation as I circled her tip with the pad of my finger.
I thought I would come in my jeans when I lowered my gaze and took in the sight of her naked flesh in my hand.
She was so goddamn beautiful.
“I want you,” I whispered against her parted lips. “So fucking much.”
Her eyes shot open.
There was lust there, no question. Mixed with a little bit of nervousness.
“Dawson, I…” She swallowed, her eyes searching mine. “I’ve never done this before.”
I’d thought as much.
I’d never had a virgin before. I was overwhelmed with joy that Mickie, a girl who I was feeling incredibly possessive of, had never had another man inside her. I was also aching with the need to be the one man to claim that part of her.
But more than anything, I wanted to make it special for her.
I didn’t often have the opportunity to make anything special, for anyone.
Mickie was important. She deserved to have an out-of-this-world experience for her first time. And quite frankly, I deserved to finally have something good in my life.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “We’ll take this slow. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
She kissed me and licked along the seam of my lips like she was sucking on candy. “I’m ready now.”
Oh, baby…
“Don’t say that,” I said on a groan. “I’m not going to fuck you for the first time in the cab of my truck.”
Although she moaned in frustration, she knew I was right.
“But I will make you come for me.”
She seemed to be okay with that. Especially when my lips latched onto her breasts, my tongue flicking over her nipple. She squirmed under the onslaught of my oral ministrations, her body arching toward me, seeking more of my mouth.
I sucked at her flesh, leaving my mark on her smooth skin. When I switched to the other breast, she couldn’t contain her appreciation.
“Dawson…Wow.” Her hand flew to the back of my head, her fingers grasping tightly to the strands of my hair. “More. I need more.”
I knew exactly what she needed.
My fingers sought the button of her shorts and quickly ripped them open. My breath was coming out in pants as my fingers plunged beneath her panties and found her moist heat just waiting for me.
“Oh, fuck.” I rubbed her slick pussy lips, stimulating her clit. “You’re so hot for this right now. Aren’t you, baby?”
“Mmm...yes.”
She had no goddamn idea what she was in for.
My finger entered her slowly, first one, then two.
Christ, but she was tight.
“Oh, my God!”
I worked my fingers in and out of her, not too hard or too deep. I knew the friction would be enough to get her off, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
But holy shit, the soft whimpers coming from her mouth were making me want to mount her right then and there. Fuck her over and over until she had no voice left.
“That’s right,” I whispered against her neck. “Give it to me. Let yourself feel what I do to you. Get lost in it.”
Her screams rang in my ears when she clenched around me and catapulted into bliss. Her hands were gripping my shirt so desperately I thought she might rip it. Not that I would mind.
She could rip anything off me she fucking wanted.
I laid kisses over every inch of exposed skin I could find. In part because I couldn’t help myself. And in part because I was showing her my gratitude. For giving me her pleasure. For trusting me enough to let me do that.
When she had caught her breath and released her hold on me, I straightened her clothing and placed a final kiss on her forehead.
“But what about you?” she asked, her voice so innocent and pure. “Don’t you need to…?”
I kissed her again. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
I ran my fingers through her mass of curls. I loved to pull them down and watch them spring back to their original form. In a way, they reminded me of Mickie herself. Bouncy and full of life.
“Have I told you how much I love your hair?”
She scoffed, clearly not believing me. “It’s a frizzy mess. I can’t ever do anything with it. Some days I just want to chop it all off.”
I framed her face in my hands, making her look at me. “It’s sexy as hell,” I said. “Don’t ever cut it.”
Her lips spread into a coy smile. “You sure I can’t convince you to come upstairs? Whitney’s at her parents’ house for the weekend.”
“Trust me, I want that more than anything.” She didn’t realize how much. “But I don’t think I’d be able to control myself tonight.”
She looked like she wanted to protest, but she eventually nodded in acceptance. “So, I’ll see you soon?”
“As soon as fucking possible.”