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My eyes immediately hone in on his stomach area, and I can see his cock throbbing underneath his shirt, close to his belly button. How his rod has managed to stretch up that far I have no idea. But I have a lot of ideas on how I can get it to go back down.
Lick it like a lollipop. Suck it like a straw. Sit on it and ride him like a cowgirl.
I want to do it all, and all at once, but he’s not having it.
I feel for his index finger and slide it through my slit, up and down as I coat it with my cream before pulling his hand from my pants and bringing it to my mouth, licking my own juices.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts.
“You say fuck, but you don’t want to. In that case, I guess I need to find someone who does. You only turn eighteen once, right?”
I drop his hand and whip my body around so fast he doesn’t stand a chance.
“Wait,” he calls out, just as I feel the tips of his fingers swipe across my back. I arch forward and move quickly for the door, sliding out of my room and leaving him there hot and hard.
No way in hell is anybody else getting anything from me, especially nothing like I just gave Dylan. But I’m not about to let him know that.
I’ve stated my case plain and clear and left him standing there in my room with blue balls to think over my offer.
He’s helped keep me safe from danger already, but today at my birthday party I’m ready to finally put my hand in the fire and feel that danger he so desperately tries to keep from me.
Because the danger I want for my birthday, the one and only gift I crave, is the one that he and only he can give me.
Him.
7
Destiny
I exhale hard as I leave my room. A tingling feeling shoots through me, beyond excited that I just did that. I honestly didn’t know if I had it in me, but in order to get Dylan in me, in another way, I had to take the chance. And I love it when things go as planned. Although technically nothing’s happened…yet.
I’m still shocked at how bold I just was as it’s not in my personality. As fun as it was, it would be a lot more fun if I was still in my room, and he’d taken me up on my offer like I wanted him to so badly.
I need to push him even further to act. Getting him here to my house, especially so soon after what happened and the fact that the last time he was here he was dragged away by the police, was a task in and of itself. Still, something told me he’d come, and did he ever.
He’s dressed simply, in blue trousers and a white button down, but does it ever suit him. He looks like a man, a real man, and the kind of man I’ve always needed in my life, in so many ways, yet never had.
Right now it’s not important that he pushed me away in my very own bedroom. I see an opportunity for more in the very near future, a need in his eye, and a spark of hope in mine. His mouth was saying ‘stop’ but everything about his body was saying ‘go’. He just needs that last little bit of motivation, and one of the oldest forms of human emotion should do it. Jealousy.
I make my way back into the party and look over my shoulder, catching Dylan not far behind me, his eyes tracking me as I weave in and out of the crowd. I put a bit of extra swing in my hips, praying I don’t throw myself off balance and make a complete fool of myself in the process. The goal is to tempt him, not to look like I’m tipsy.
“Hey Destiny,” a voice calls out, and I see a boy from my school, Sam, calling out to me. I want to avoid him, but I remember the plan. Also, I have to remember that most of the people here are snakes, almost by definition. If they’re friends with Freddy or trying to rub shoulders to get in favor with him, then I don’t want to be anywhere near them…except in this case it could suit my needs, all the while Sam erroneously thinking I’m going to suit his.
“Hi Sam,” I reply, and he makes no effort to hide the fact that his eyes rake over me from head to toe. I grit my teeth, trying not to cringe and prepare to force on with the conversation. It’s the easiest way to get Dylan to act, maybe even to make a scene and then spank me later for being a bad girl. And preferably that spanking will happen somewhere other than here, Dylan taking me away from this place and my adoptive father…the man who showed one face to the world when he adopted me and a very different one once the ink dried on the papers and he got me back to this place.
The place he’s got locked down like a fortress where no one can see the way he looks at me, the way his hugs pull me in a little too long and a little too tight. And the man, if I can even call him that, who pokes me in the stomach with that thing in his pants when he does hug me.
“Nice of you to come,” I continue on with Sam, who quickly throws his arm around me and hugs me, also a bit too aggressively, which plays into what I want with Dylan. Raising up on my tippy toes and looking over Sam’s shoulder as best I can, I can see Dylan fuming. I don’t make eye contact with him but I can clearly see his reaction. He’s beyond pissed and it’s only going to get worse as Freddy slides in next to him and I see the senator’s mouth moving. If only I knew what they were saying.
“How about a dance?” Sam asks, although he clearly doesn’t give me much say in the matter as he spins me onto the dance floor. “Wow, your dress is just so…,” his words trail off as his eyes take a path across my breasts. “It just really shows that you’re not in high school anymore, that you’re an adult who can do adult things.”
I flash a condescending smile, but as a boy, he doesn’t pick up on it at all. Instead, he picks me up and twirls me in the air, for all to see.
I will give it to Sam, he’s strong. As the captain of the football team, he should be, but he’s taken too many hits to the head if he thinks I’m actually going to do something with him. There are a lot more girls in town, a lot, that would be happy to be with a boy their age. Not me. No thanks. I’ve only got eyes for Dylan, and as Sam continues to twirl me I can see his eyes are clearly on me, as are Freddy’s.
They both look angry enough to come over here and give Sam a piece of their minds, but Dylan is the only one who looks like his fists are so tight right now they could punch through walls. Good.
Sam walks around school like he’s ten feet tall and bulletproof, and I know Dylan wouldn’t hurt him, but it would be nice to see the boy who looks like he stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch advertisement, with his hairless body, get a real lesson in masculinity from a real man.
