Page 69 of What I Like About You

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dalton could not believethe insanely dirty, overwhelmingly hot thing that just came out of Zara Wellington’s mouth. Did he hear her properly?

“Come again?” he muttered, the only words he could think of in the moment.

“Do I really have to repeat myself?”

“Yes. If for no other reason than I want to hear those deliciously dirty words comes from your pretty little lips again,” he told her, his dick twitching at the thought. Hauling her into him, he kissed her hard. Harder than he’d probably ever kissed anyone. He was so turned on from her words that he didn’t even know where to begin.

“I’ve never really been a dirty talker, but something about you…” she said as he eased up on the kiss. “Something about you makes me want to do all sorts of naughty things.”

His dick twitched again, hearing her say this. He liked knowing that he brought out a new and different side of her. A side that only he got to see and experience. So many nights in high school had been spent thinking about moments like this. Moments where it was just the two of them, together, in love, expressing it however they pleased. Now that he was here, living out that fantasy, it was better than he ever thought possible.

Zara ran her fingers lightly down his chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, and she moved her way toward the waistband of his briefs. She flirted with the elastic for a moment, running a finger just underneath it, teasing him, before running her hand over the fabric toward his package. When her hand found his erection she gripped him through the cotton and rubbed in a way that threw gas on the fire already inside him. He needed more of her, and he needed it now.

He grabbed onto her hips and hoisted her onto his lap, making sure that her core was positioned right on top of his aching cock. Swiveling his hips upward, he made contact with her center, causing her to cry out. Her large breasts surged toward him as she arched her back in pleasure, and Dalton wasted no time in taking one into his mouth. Her nipples were hard and erect, waiting for his tongue to lavish attention upon them. Who was he to say no? Especially when his girl was letting out little erotic whimpers like she was. Each new sound only fueled him on further, switching between breasts as he found new ways to love on her.

For the life of him he couldn’t remember the last time making out had ever felt this good. Hell, he couldn’t remember if it ever had been this good. Usually it was simply a means to an end and fueled by alcohol more than anything else. But not tonight. Tonight was different.

The feel of her panty-clad sex rocking against his contained erection was like a mind-altering drug. The friction created by their movements and that fabric was making it hard to think. He should have known that something as simple as dry humping would be an out-of-this-world experience if Zara was involved, but somehow it had never crossed his mind until now.

Pulling away from him, Zara inched down his body, a naughty grin overtaking her face. She kissed his chest, then his abs, all the way down until she came to the smattering of hair that led south. Tugging on his boxer briefs, she quickly moved them down his legs, freeing his cock. Her eyes went wide as she took him in, and his heart skipped a beat as she licked her lips.

“I still can’t believe how big you are,” she said, wrapping her hand around his length and stroking up and down. The feel of her skin on him was electric, and Dalton felt shockwaves pulse through him. Leaning down, she placed a chaste kiss on the very top of the head, and he was done for.

“Zara,” he groaned.

“Oh, you like it when I play with your dick?” she asked, picking up the pace on her strokes. “What about if I do this?” Sliding her hand down she cupped his balls and gave them a little tug, sending all-new pleasure sensations through him. “Or maybe you’d like it better if I used my mouth?”

“For someone who isn’t much of a dirty talker, you sure have this down,” he told her through gritted teeth. She was driving him crazy with her words, and he was loving every second of it.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled, before running her tongue along the underside of his dick.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed. This was already the best blow job he’d ever had, and she hadn’t even taken him in her mouth yet.

But before he could tell her that, she encircled his cock with her lips. The warm wetness of her mouth, paired with the softness of her lips, felt glorious as she moved up and down his hard length. Slowly at first, she worked on taking more and more of him in with each movement. Dalton couldn’t even put into words what he was feeling. For all the times he’d jerked off to the thought of seeing her beautiful mouth on his dick, none of them compared to the actual sight. He groaned, encouraging her to continue, not wanting it to stop. Her mouth felt so fucking good. Almost as good as her pussy. Each one of her movements sent more and more excitement through him. When she let out a moan, mouth still wrapped around him, he thought he was going to lose control from the vibrations. If he wasn’t careful, she’d push him over the edge, and that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, regaining control long enough to get the words out.

She pulled back from sucking his dick but not before stroking him a few more times. The look on her face was wild, like a small child who had discovered a new toy. He couldn’t help but give her a goofy grin in return. He understood the feeling, since that was exactly how he felt about her body. Her body was a veritable wonderland, and he would gladly spend the rest of his life exploring it.

“You might be a little too good at that,” he told her, kissing her.

“You’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted to do that to,” she said. The vulnerable look on her face made his heart melt. He wanted to be the only one she wanted in so many ways, and to hear her actually say it made it that much more powerful.

Pulling her in for more kisses, he held on to her tightly, wanting her to know that her statement meant the world to him. That he loved her. That she was the only one he wanted.

“You’re the only one I want, period, Zara. I hope you know that,” he said between kisses.

“I do,” she answered.

Rolling them over, so she was now underneath him, he rolled his hips so his rock-hard cock stroked the already damp crotch of her panties. Even through the fabric, her wetness felt glorious against his dick, sending a whole new wave of lust through him. The thought of burying himself deep inside her was trying hard to take over his mind, but he knew there were other things to do first. Like return the favor for the spectacular oral presentation she’d just given him.

Zara moaned as his dick made contact with her sex again, wiggling her hips, seeking that same incredible friction from their dry humping earlier. But there was nothing dry about her, and Dalton’s new goal was to keep it that way.

“Here’s the thing, baby,” he said, placing open-mouth kisses along her warm skin as he made his way down her body. He stopped at each breast, making sure to treat each one with the attention it deserved. By the time he made it to her hips, he could hear her labored breaths and feel her shiver underneath his touch. He pulled her panties down, slowly removing them from her body and exposing her beautiful, glistening sex. “You just gave me the best blow job of my life, and now…well, now I want to feast on this glorious pussy of yours until you come so hard that you scream my name and your eyes roll back in your head. How does that sound?”

“Please,” she begged.