Page 21 of Something Like Sugar (Pine Forest Something #2)

SHANA

M y back hits his living room wall, hard and fast, but I don’t even care. My body has never been my own. It belongs to the forces around me. The ones that make me move.

And he does it.

Dustin Campbell has always made my body free to feel and explore, to bend in ways both wanton and sinful. Ways that felt wrong with anyone but him.

Even in my mind.

I’d be lying if I said it isn’t why I dance for him each night, his eyes glued to my body. He couldn’t remove them if he wanted.

It isn’t a choice, but a summoning, and I command it with a flick of my hips he’s never ignored.

“I like when you watch me,” I say, just before his lips crash back over mine, needy and forceful, painful and unforgiving. Just how I feel about him.

His tongue twists around mine, and he guides me down the hallway, stopping to feast on my neck and nipples he’s freed from the one-thousand-dollar gown hanging around my waist. He sucks one into his mouth as he manipulates the other, twisting it and making it his own personal fidget, and I’ve felt nothing like it in all my days. Touching myself isn’t like this.

My clit comes to life under his control.

“Oh God ,” I gasp, “I feel that in my— ohhh! Don’t stop!”

He hums, with my nipple hanging from his teeth, the vibrations bouncing across my chest and drawing prickles over my skin.

I try to cover my blushing top half, but he grips my wrists and pins them to the wall, leaving me gasping as I drip between my thighs at the rough and intentional impact, the way his eyes darken as he tastes my skin.

I want more of it.

His kisses brush my neck, tracing a slow, deliberate line across my throat, and my greediest parts lurch forward all on their own, pressing against him tightly as possible.

Grinding against Dustin Campbell.

It’s all I can think, the rabid beast within me taking over and stamping the caution all the way out.

“Fuck me!” I beg him, cursing with actual curse words, because I have no idea who I am anymore. Sheltered Shana is gone. She doesn’t exist in the presence of the man she loves.

“ Teach me. I need—” I press into him again, my body pulsing, all the feelings one can bear, gathering between my legs, and I think I might die if I don’t feel his bare skin against that spot right now. “I need—”

“Shh.” He kisses me, swiping away the worry with a flick of his tongue across my lips, and he lowers to his knees, sliding my dress up my thighs, inch by painfully slow inch.

The crisp air assaults my slick center, before it’s replaced by warmth.

Hot, sticky, liquid fire, steaming me, until my legs are wrapped around his head, violently riding his face like the bull at Cowboy’s Paradise.

I always have been the strongest one of my friends at those, the one who could last the longest.

Gosh, that sounds dirty.

It is dirty.

I should be mortified, but I can’t deny the sensations any more than I can the music when I dance.

Under the privacy of my sheets, in the secrecy of night, I’ve played out this very act with this very man, time and time again, but it hardly compares to the pleasure I feel now.

I clench my thighs around his head, shifting until I’m wrapped, hoisted on his shoulders. He slurps and sucks, sending pulses of pleasure throughout me, and I can barely keep it together as he licks my slit from the bottom up and slides his tongue across the spot between my lady parts and my…

“Oh my God, Dustin! That’s my…my bottom!”

“I fucking know,” he growls in pleasure. He sounds like he’s eating his favorite freaking ice cream, swirling his tongue over my puckered hole, his grip tightening to an almost bruising hold around my waist as I wiggle.

I shiver when his eyes dart upward to mine with a devilish wink just before he buries his face back in my center and uses a combination of his beard and piercing on my clit until I’m bucking wildly against his head. “Dustin, please!”

His tongue slides inside. “Hold still, baby. Wanna taste every part of you.”

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!”

He hums against my most sensitive parts, as I clench around him tighter than seems safe. I ease back, but he growls, tugging me closer and lapping up my… my arousal… like a starved animal.

“Fucking miiiine,” he rasps, right at the peak of my build up, sending me over the edge until my body quakes, and I’m left a panting mess wrapped around him.

He releases his hold, as we catch our breath, and I slink to his arms as we both lower to the floor.

“I-I didn’t know it could be like that.”

He cradles me, my mind reeling as I scan his shit-eating grin for signs this is all in my mind.

“Like what?” He smirks.

It’s all Dustin.

Not a dream. Not a fantasy.

And he looks like he wants me to share my feelings.

An even crazier revelation?

I want to.

“I’ve touched myself,” I try again, “but—” shame clouds my thoughts.

It’s dirty and weird .

A virgin with kinky fantasies.

I shake my head, blowing out a breath as I meet his emerald eyes. They remind me of the earth we share, the natural forces holding us both to the ground.

Memories and time and…

Love.

They soften, a silent assurance I’m safe in his company.

I believe it, too. I’ve always been safe from judgement with Dustin, and he reminds me of that with a brotherly charm that feels nostalgic, even if it is taboo.

“There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself, Shay,” he whispers into my ear. “Was this how you did it?” He drags a finger through my wetness until I cry out, the shame I felt only moments ago, gone with one touch to my swollen clit. “Tell me.”

“I’d pretend you were there.” I gasp, my dirtiest secret tumbling free.

“Maybe I was.”

I’m aware it’s a red flag, him stalking me for pretty much all my life, but if music be the food of love, play on! I can’t find it in me to run from the man who acts on the passion of his heart after years of hiding it so tightly beneath his sleeve.

“I always hoped you were,” I say.

He smirks when my center grows slicker with my admission, and he slides his finger inside of me. “Does it make you wet that I watch you, pretty girl? Follow you.”

My nerve endings pulse urgently, the praise of calling me pretty and the absolute taboo of the other things he says rubbing together like friction within me, and I’m desperate to feel the release he gave me before.

The darkness surrounding our secret, his watching and my… letting. It’s lascivious.

Twisted.

Depraved.

And my body weeps for it.

“My dirty girl likes it when I know where she is, don’t you, baby? How and when you come. ” He licks my bottom lip. “What these pretty pink lips look like while you touch yourself. So fucking perfect .”

Oh God! I feel like I’ll implode with pressure as his fingers mix with words. “Yes!”

“Good girl,” he praises. “Kinky virgins are my favorite kind.” He teases me with the very labels I hate about myself, but I don’t feel shame when he says them.

He seems to know that, too, smirking at the pool of arousal in his hand. He pumps two fingers in this time, and I clench around him as he groans in approval.

“So fucking tight, Shay. Fuck,” he hisses. “ Saved this pretty little pussy just for me.” His mouth finds my neck and he curls his fingers inside, scooping at a spot I didn’t know could make me feel the way it does, so full!

It occurs to me, he has yet to be inside of me. He has yet to be touched by me. I have not even seen him undressed below the belt.

But he doesn’t seem to give a damn if he can play with my body however he wants.

He simply aims to please.

“ It’s wrapped so tight and pretty for me. Like a fucking present.” He tugs my inner labia, something I never thought to try, but my clit aches harder for his friction. A normal woman would say she didn’t like the way he teases. When he calls me his, “pretty little virgin.”

“Dustin!” I wrap my thighs around his hand. It feels too good!

He pumps his digits in and out, my climax from minutes earlier still throbbing on my clit, making each brush of his hand feel like a whole new orgasm.

Then he drives me right back over the edge.

“What do I say to you in your dreams, baby? When I take this pretty pussy?” He bites my ear, as heat and breath and dirty words combine.

“Do I tell you you’re such a good fucking girl ?

” He strokes his pointer and middle finger inside of me, curving when he reaches the back, and I beg him to do it harder, then faster.

Every single time he complies, until I’m teetering on the edge of an explosion

“God! Dustin!

Three of his fingers stretch me to capacity now, and I wonder how I’ll ever take the entirety of him— the sizeable bulge I’ve felt growing beneath his jeans —I clench my muscles at the mere thought, screaming as I come completely undone.

He twists his lips in a devious smirk, rubbing his fingers in all the right places, and something must be wrong with me, because all I want is more.

“What goes on behind those hooded eyes when I watch you? Tell me what I do, baby.”

I don’t answer immediately. Shy Shana comes to bat. But he encourages me with the same smile from my childhood memories, and a kiss as the cherry on top.

It’s a safety I trust with all my heart.

“You crawl through my window,” I admit, breathless as I pull my lips from his, “sneak onto my bed, and—”

Doubt bubbles back up. “Oh my gosh, I’m the creep, aren’t I?”

“You’re not creepy, Shay. People masturbate and have feelings. You don’t have to be shy about it.”

“But I am.” I scan my arms. “See? I’m a freak. My whole body is blushing just because you said masturbate ,” I whisper the last word, despite the fact we’re alone.

“And if I say fuck ?” His eyes shine with mischief, skillful fingers back to brushing my folds. “Tell me, what happens next when you pretend your fingers are mine?”

I hesitate, but he flicks my swollen bud like an afterthought while his eyes stay locked on our conversation, and it strokes something wanton inside of me, the way he plays me like a fidget. “You have your way with me.” I gasp, widening my thighs.

“Which way?” He licks his lips.

“All of them.”

Dustin Campbell takes no time rising to his feet, lifting me with him until I’m wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips cover mine before I can finish, his tongue winding around my own with a satiated moan that calls to my nipples.

He maneuvers my body until I’m facing his front, legs wrapped around his middle. He keeps me wedged against the wall and uses one hand to explore my chest.

I gasp at his fingers on my nipples, and I shove my pelvis against him without second thought, the essence of chagrin nowhere to be found in this moment with the man who makes me shiver, even as my pussy heats.

“Fuck, Shana, I want to lick you up and swallow down over and over again.”

“Do it!” I rock into him, but it’s too much and not enough, the feeling of his belt buckle against my clit sending my hand under my dress to relieve the incessant ache.

But Dustin has other plans.

He grips my wrist lightly, eyes swirling with mirth. “Only I touch this pussy now.” He groans, like he truly can’t get enough of it.

“Oh yeah?” I giggle.

He’s full of it.

He also knows I like it, wet for every command, just like my fantasies.

“I mean it.” He hoists me higher and licks my nipples, and when he pulls away, a punishing stream of air assaults each pebbling point. “If you want pleasure, you come find me. Understand?”

“What if I can’t find you?” I challenge, tingling at the darkness lacing his words, the possessive streak that calls to me even if it shouldn’t.

“Then, I’ll find you.”

A chill zips up my spine. One that should scare me, but the beating in my chest only mimics catharsis…not fear.

Is it wrong to like this?

He smirks, as if he can hear my thoughts, fingerpainting my opening as I try not to buckle.

But I must, because before I know it, I’m limp in his arms and all I can do is grind and moan into him, pretzeled around his body while he fingers me with my own desire.

I scream my orgasm through the air, clenching around his hand as he rubs fast, wet circles over my thrumming clit. And after I’ve exploded into a dozen different pieces, one million different ways, he stares me down as he licks his fingers.

“What does it taste like?” My cheeks heat.

“Addictive,” he muses, guiding me to the couch and dragging a finger through my wetness. He holds it in front of my lips with a wink. “Sweet.”

My tongue darts out, and Shy Shana is no more when I suck it clean.

“Something like sugar.” He grins. “Now, be my good girl and lay back. I want another taste.”