Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,96

of my aching cock. As he took me in his mouth, his fingers slid through my crack and found my hole, and my entire body came to life.

“So, so good,” I said on a sigh.

Dallas eased his index finger inside and sucked on my cock until the muscle of my rim relaxed. He synced the movement of his finger with the slide of his lips, and I already felt like I could come. I spread my legs wider as an invitation, and then Dallas used two fingers to toy with my entrance. His lips continued to pull and stroke at my shaft while his fingers slid in and out of my ass, and then he touched something inside of me that had my hips lifting off the bed.

“Say hello to your prostate,” Dallas said and chuckled.

“Fucking hell, if you touch that again, I could come,” I said.

“I’m not letting you get off just yet,” Dallas promised, and then he went back to work on my ass. His fingers scissored and spun, and every once in a while, he’d drag the tip of one finger over my gland; the zing of pleasure had me close to spilling all over myself.

“Please, I’m ready. Get a condom on,” I pleaded with panting breaths.

I heard the crinkle of the condom packet and almost cried out in relief. Dallas used one of the bed pillows to prop up my hips and then positioned himself between my legs and hovered over me. He bent down and kissed me so deeply and longingly that, hell, I was ready to explode. I felt the tip of his cock slide behind my ball sac and into my crack. He settled himself against the indentation of my hole and then continued to kiss me while he applied the slightest bit of pressure to breach me. The stretch stung, and the fullness I felt deep inside was almost too much, but all of that morphed into something close to nirvana once I had adjusted to his girth and his body was flush with mine.

“I’m so deep right now.” Dallas panted.

I could tell he wanted to start pounding into me, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet. “Kiss me again,” I requested. I needed his mouth on me to shift my focus until I fully relaxed. His cock twitched in my channel and tapped against my gland. Fiery tendrils of pleasure rippled out from my core and laced around me like a full-body stroke as I spread my hips wider to give him more access. I was beyond ready to feel him move inside of me.

Dallas adjusted his hips and started with shallow thrusts, and as I unraveled, his tempo picked up until he was pounding into me and I was begging for more. He tipped his hips again and nailed my prostate over and over. I felt my orgasm building, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from rolling over me. It hit with such force that I screamed out his name. His cock began to pulse inside me, and I knew he had crashed too. We stayed like that for a long time, with Dallas resting his full weight on top of me, and we shivered through the aftershocks together while I stroked his back with the tips of my fingers. It seemed to take forever for my heart to slow, but it was euphoric to be here with Dallas.

“I love you,” Dallas said with his cheek resting against my chest.

“What?” I asked in shock.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated, and as I tried to sit up, his body prevented me from moving much, and he wasn’t budging.

“Dallas, look at me,” I requested.

A long moment passed before he finally lifted his head and met my gaze. Pools of liquid clung to his bottom lashes, and I knew one blink would send the streams of tears down his cheeks. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and smiled at him.

“I feel the same way, Dal. I wasn’t sure what it was until I saw you step into the bathroom before we went up on stage,” I said. “The emotions that crashed into me at that moment stole my breath. I knew it had to be love.”

Dallas eased out of me and discarded the condom, then inched up beside me, and we ended up on our sides, face to face. “You really love me?” Dallas asked.

“So much it hurts,” I admitted. “Being here without you made my