Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,38

body and damn near stopped breathing when Dallas’s fist wrapped around both of our cocks at the same time and squeezed us at the base. I gave him a pleading look.

“That feels fucking amazing,” I hissed out, “but I’ll come if you start stroking.”

“I want you to blow—all over my stomach,” Dallas said and grinned. “By the time we make it to your bed, you’ll already be locked and loaded for round two.”

I left enough room between our bodies for Dallas’s hand to jerk us, but I attacked his mouth with purpose. With every stroke of his hand, I probed his mouth with my tongue. I kept up the same rhythm until I was so close to coming that my legs were beginning to shake from holding it back.

“Let go, and I will too.”

I pressed my forehead to his, closed my eyes, and let him bring us both right to the edge of insanity. “Oh, my fucking god,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come!”

I arched into his hold on me and fucked his fist like my life depended on it, and he seemed to do the same. His rhythm faltered a bit, and I knew he was close too. A couple of tugs more was all it took. I pitched my hips forward and gave myself over to the intense tidal wave of orgasm as it washed right over me. Every nerve in my body was zinging to life. I saw stars and rainbows of color, and I shivered as my release shot from my tip and coated Dallas’s chest and my own. We both watched the mess I was making, and then Dallas’s gaze lifted to mine. He grunted, and then his expression became focused and strained as he released all over me. I wanted to watch his come splatter on my skin, but I kept my eyes glued to the trance-like look of euphoria on his face, which was too sexy to ignore. It was nothing short of art.

When he finally let go of our cocks, I covered his mouth with mine and wrapped my arms around his back. I’d never felt this depth of connection with anyone, and it was comforting me as much as it scared the hell out of me.

I pulled out of our kiss and held his head with both hands. “Fucking hell! That was so damn good,” I admitted.

Dallas laughed and glanced down at our stomachs and the smears of come all over us. He continued to chuckle while he let the shower water rinse it all down the drain, and then we climbed out of the tub to dry off.

After tying the towel at his hip, Dallas opened the bathroom door. “Last one in your bed goes first with a blowjob,” he challenged and took off running.

I wasn’t sure I cared if I lost this foot race or won; either way, I saw the outcome being favorable for me. I smiled to myself as I chased after Dallas. I cleared the threshold of my bedroom and closed the door before engaging the lock. Across the room, Dallas was already stretched out on top of my bed with his wet towel dumped on the floor beside it and a teasing smile plastered on his face.

“You threw that contest on purpose.” Dallas teased. “If you wanted to suck my cock that badly, you could have just asked. I’d never turn down an opportunity to have your mouth wrapped around my shaft.”

And just like that, my mighty soldier was beginning to salute his general for a second time in less than fifteen minutes. That was definitely a win in my book.

Chapter Thirteen

I dropped my damp towel on the floor on top of Dallas’s and climbed up onto the bed to lay beside him. It was my new favorite place to be, staring at him in wonder from side by side pillows. I was amazed at how quickly being with Dallas had become a natural thing for me when I’d never been with a guy like this. I hadn’t had a lot of time to analyze how easily I’d fallen for him, and one day I knew I’d have to take a serious look at this. Had I been kidding myself all these years, believing I was one hundred percent straight? What was it about Dallas that made me want to kiss him breathless and touch him all over? Sure, I’d seen attractive men before and was comfortable enough to admit they were sexy, but I couldn’t