Over and over he pushes in, and his free hand settles on that little bundle of nerves, spinning circles with his thumb like he's trying to rush the slow-building climax inside me.
It works.
I'm crying out without warning because my orgasm hits me fast and hard from out of nowhere, and my fingers dig into his shoulders as his thrusts quicken. This should be awkward and not sexy at all. I'm not even in the swing properly.
Yet Dale's long, strong arms have no problem balancing me while he completely owns my body with his violent thrusts. Every sound he makes is another sound of the control he's lost.
An unrestrained Dale is the sexiest thing ever.
He grips my hip with that free hand, and he uses that as leverage to fuck me even harder, and my voice goes hoarse as I cry out again, screaming unintelligible nonsense when it feels like a painfully euphoric bomb goes off inside me, causing my vision to dim and my body to turn limp.
I'm vaguely aware of Dale shuddering against me, our bodies pressed tightly to each other as he pants against my neck.
I'm barely coherent when I feel my legs being unstrapped.
I've never been carried before. Let's face it; most guys don't have the strength for the task.
But Dale is carrying me to the bed in the room, and I just remain dead weight in his arms, unable to even speak as he lays me down. I'm going to be a sticky mess if I just lie here, but I don't have the energy to move.
To make this utterly humiliating, I jerk when I feel something cool and damp between my legs. I groan and cover my eyes with my arm when I realize Dale is literally cleaning up his mess.
A light, masculine chuckle vibrates the air around me, and I feel myself flushing all over. I don't have the strength or the energy to even tell him to stop and offer me some modesty.
The wet cloth disappears, and the bed dips beside me, seconds before two strong arms draw me against a hard body. I sigh, letting my arm fall away from my eyes as I connect my gaze with his.
I'm not sure what that look is in his eyes. It's intense. It's also incredibly sexy.
When his lips touch mine, I sigh into his mouth, too content and well sated to even worry about words and stuff.
I'm not even sure when we stopped kissing, but I know I open my eyes to see the room has been submerged in darkness. Dale is sleeping beside me, letting me know that I must have embarrassingly drifted off while we were kissing.
And I drifted off long enough for him to fall asleep.
My leg slides down his to feel he's in nothing but his boxers. My touch stops when I feel where his prosthetic is missing.
He's not overly self-conscious about it, but I also know he's not completely comfortable being naked either.
I slowly lift up as his arms fall off my waist. He's sleeping so deeply that he doesn't even notice.
The moonlight filtering through the blinds is the only thing illuminating his leg. The skin is stretched tight just under his knee, and it's smooth there, no hair growing. I know this because my fingers are currently tracing it.
His leg jerks and he sucks in a sharp breath, letting me know I just woke him up with my curious exploration of the one part of his body that keeps him from being the most confident man in Sterling Shore.
"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice rasp and laden with sleepiness.
"Touching you," I say without shame, still tracing my fingers over the smooth, taut skin.
He lets me. Doesn't object. He even props his arms up behind his head and looks down the length of his body at me as I continue on.
I lean over, and he continues to watch me. Even though his eyes are nothing but dark shadows in this room right now, I still lock onto them as I lean over and kiss his knee.
He doesn't move or react. Just continues to watch.
I slowly kiss my way up his leg my hands sliding over his thighs as I make my way to his boxers.
He lifts his hips just a fraction of an inch when I start tugging the boxers down. For a brief second, I feel powerful. He's just letting me do whatever I want.
"What do you want?" I ask him, hoping he tells me exactly what to do.
"I want your mouth on me," he says with a thick, scratchy voice.
A smile breaks across my face-a reaction I never would have expected before Dale. And so I oblige.
He's hard already, as though he was just waiting on me to regain consciousness so we could pick up where we left off. When my mouth covers the tip, his hands go to my hair.
And I work him over, even though my skills are a little rusty in this department. Dale doesn't seem to notice or care that I'm not as educated on this matter as I am with other bedroom activities.
His hips thrust up involuntarily, and I take him deeper, giving the best I can until he's clutching my hair almost painfully.
"Harley," he groans, unable to say more as he draws close to that edge.
He tries to lift my head, warning me without words, but I suck him harder until I feel the warmth in my mouth and swallow quickly before I can think about it.
His entire body trembles and tightens with his release, and I suck until he's pulling my hair again, giving me no choice but to move off him or go bald.
A grin crosses my lips as he lies there as weak and languid as I felt earlier. I kiss my way up his torso, feeling his light shiver under my touch.
I kiss him before I realize he might not want to kiss me, but decide he must not give a damn when his tongue thrusts into my mouth. His hand goes down to my ass, squeezing, gripping me tightly. I've never spent so much time naked in front of a man as I have with Dale.
I swear, I rarely have on clothes at all in this house.
We kiss until we're both panting for air, and I curl up against him, feeling my eyes grow heavy again. The last thing I hear before drifting back into the dream world is Dale asking me to stay.
As if I have the energy to leave.
Chapter 28
DALE
Someone is going to die. It's too early on a Saturday morning for my door to be getting beaten.
Harley has been busy all week with her newest project, and I've barely seen her, so someone is really going to die for waking me up while she's sleeping in my arms for the first time since last Saturday when I fucked her into a partial coma and she woke me up with a blowjob.
After a week of quick lunches, barely-there phone calls, and texts, I fucked her into a deeper coma to make up for lost time. Until sunrise was almost here. The rest of the week, she's only crashed here once, and I've only been in her room once.
Now there's a dead man walking who is interrupting me after I've only had a few hours of sleep.
It's just after eight, and I swing open the door to Maverick.
"You really want to die, don't you?" I ask the smirking dick.
"Did you forget what we're doing today?" He grins, and my eyebrows furrow. "I'll take that as a yes. We're supposed to fly out to Aspen to inspect that cabin we're splitting five ways."
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
"Damn it," I groan, glancing back at the time. "Go without me."
"Not happening. Hurry up and get ready. We're all going and spending the weekend in it to see if there's any reason not to get it."
I could argue, but then he'd call Corbin. Corbin would call Dane. And before you know it, there'd be four other Sterlings in my living room, including Kode. Since Kode wants this place more than anyone.
It's where he plans to propose to Tria. If he ever actually proposes.
"Harley's in the bedroom. Stay in my living room."
I point at him, and the dick grins. "Your room or the other room?"
I flip him off, deciding not to answer, since she is in that other damn room. That's where all that kinky shit is, and I'll be damned if I can stop myself from using it.
I walk to the room, gently rouse Harley from her sleep, and she sits up, naked and disoriented.
"Care to fly out to Aspen?" I ask, smirking when she looks genuinely confused.
"That's … random," she says sleepily, yawning as my eyes dart down to her bare chest.
"Forgot I had plans for the weekend. I want you with me."
Her lips break into a smile, but the smile fades quickly. "I'm sort of in the middle of a big project."
"We're coming back Monday evening," I go on. "Besides, you have to do as told in this room. And I'm telling you to pack a bag."
Her lips struggle to hold back her smile this time, and she tries to look annoyed.
"That's a little out of bounds. Sex. You have control of sex. Don't-"
I kiss her to shut her up, but she pushes me back, her eyes wide and horrified as she covers her mouth with the hand that isn't flat against my chest.
"I haven't brushed my teeth," she hisses.
I grin, but she rolls her eyes as she stands.
"Maverick's out there, so you might want to put on clothes so I don't have to beat his ass for seeing you naked," I drawl.
She laughs under her breath before picking up her clothes from last night and shuffling into them. I lie on the bed, watching her as I always do.
"Why is Maverick out there?" she finally asks.
"Because we're all going. Take my car, pack a bag, and do it quickly. We need to be gone in about thirty minutes."
She pauses, her shoulders going stiff.
"I can't," she says with a shrug, not looking over at me.