Page 37 of Rise & Fall
“Yes,” I whisper.
“How much time do you have before you have to go get Em?” he asks as he switches our positions. His back is now to the bed and I’m facing him.
I look at the clock on my dresser to see it’s seven o’clock.
“An hour and a half. I have to get her by nine.” I’m getting cold standing here with no pants on, on top of my hair and shirt still soaked from the rain earlier. But my thighs are clenched tight holding in the heat built up from all of Nolan’s kisses just a few moments ago. My skin is missing the graze of his rough fingers.
“May I?” he asks, trailing a finger from my earlobe to my lips, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes.
The butterflies attack all at once, creating this flutter of need inside me.
“Kiss me,” I approve.
He brings his lips to mine and kisses me gently. It’s not like the kiss in the alley. It’s soft and slow. His hand rests on my cheek, the other wrapped around my waist.
I’m craving him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. This moment feeds my fantasies all while making me feel…alive.
He reaches down and lifts my shirt above my head. Tiny pebbles form all over my skin. He tosses the shirt on the floor.
Nolan eyes me up and down. “Jesus fuck, Dakota. You’re fucking perfect.” His words have me nearly melting, hearing him curse turns me on even more but it’s the aggression in his tone that does me in,
I reach for his jeans, attempting to unbutton them. I can see how hard he is underneath and my mouth practically waters wanting to see him bare.
“No,” he says as he gently removes my hands.
“What do you meanno?” I ask.
“I mean, no.” His tone is strict, demanding, and strong. But his touch and his stare are gentle. And I swear I feel myself getting wetter by the second.
“Nolan, please,” I beg. And before I can change my mind, he whispers into my ear again.
“Sit on my face.” He walks over to the bed and lays down.
I just stand there. Stunned by what he just asked me to do.
Sit…on his face?
I watch him as he watches me.
“Now,” he demands, laying back on the bed.
“That’s what you’re gonna ask me to do? You could literally ask me to do anything and that’s what you go with? You don’t want me to suck your dick? Choke me while you call me dirty names? Maybe tie me up to the bed. You want me to sit on your face?” He looks amused as I ask him these questions. What man has the power to control a woman and asks her to sit on his face?
“Is that what you want?” He swipes his lips with his thumb.
“I mean, I didn’t really think about it. I wasn’t quite planning on inviting a man back to my room tonight. What do you get out of that anyway?” I add.
“I get to watch you come, Dakota. Now get your smart ass over here and let me eat you out. I can tie you up another day.” He leans up and grabs my wrist, pulling me over him. I straddle him for a second while he’s still sitting up right. He lets us sit like this for a moment. His eyes fall over my chest finally and everything inside of me feels like it’s on fire.
“May I?” he asks, presumably asking for permission—again—to kiss my chest.
“You don’t have to keep asking for permission, you weirdo.” With that, he takes a handful of my tit, almost out of annoyance from me calling him a weirdo and massages my nipple with his fingers, roughly, while he takes the other one in his mouth. The moaning is instant. And I’m grinding against his lap, his dick bulging into my inner thigh.
His tongue swipes over one nipple then the other. Pinching and sucking each one equally.
“Nolan, I’m so fucking wet. Please,” I beg him again; I can’t take it anymore.
He stays sucking on one of my nipples as he helps take my panties off. He swipes his finger through my folds and before he lays back down, puts it into my mouth and says, “Suck, please.” I open my mouth and do exactly as he says, the whole thing exhilarating.Relinquishing control.