Page 24 of Something Like Sugar (Pine Forest Something #2)

“Respectfully, Mr. Campbell, I’ve seen you in plenty of expensive getups over the years, but entitled asshole doesn’t look good on you, and you can keep your tenthfloor accommodations. Dustin’s my plus one, now. And when I attend Business Elite, it’s on the Twelfth floor, with the winners.”

She hangs up, tosses the phone to the mattress, and lets the covers fall to her waist in one swift motion, straddling me with glazed eyes, flushed and gloriously naked skin. “I see why you needed those dance lessons.”

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I shake my head in awe of the girl who just defended me. “Where was Shy Shana Holiday just now?”

She blushes. I can’t tell if she realizes it’s a compliment, though. The way she goes into her head and stays there until she performs is something else entirely, and I find the need to assure her it’s not weird.

It’s her own special power.

“It was amazing.”

I pull her close, and she instantly nuzzles my chest.

It feels real. The realest thing I’ve felt in a long fucking time. My chest flips in ways it never did with Miranda or any of the others.

Only ever for the girl who spins.

“Oddly enough, it’s not the first time I’ve stuck up for a Campbell sibling against that man who calls himself a father. Her jaw tenses, her loyalty to my sister unwavering.

“Remember when you and Dev snuck out the bedroom window for that dance team party your parents wouldn’t let you go to?” I tease.

“Stop!” She buries her blushing face in my chest. “I can’t relive the embarrassment that you saw me do that.”

“Are you kidding?” I tickle her side, until she looks at me. “It’s one of my favorite memories of all time! The two of you scaling up the trellis with pizza boxes. And do you remember when my mom caught you? What you did?” I grin.

“Don’t make me say it.” She sighs.

“If you want to lose your virginity you will say it.”

“Not fair! That is such an exploitation of my desires! I could lose it to someone else, you know.”

“You’re cute.” I arch a brow. “But I will break his entire body if he tries. I don’t even care who this hypothetical is yet, he’s already not a problem, baby.”

She shivers, as her eyes sparkle at my mirth.

“Fine, I ate four slices of pizza in three minutes flat and then proceeded to vomit for two days!”

“It was so fucking funny, though. Why did you do that? I still don’t understand.”

“I didn’t want her to get in trouble. Her calorie count…your mom, she was horrible, Dustin.”

“Yeah.” I never thought of it from my sister’s perspective. Our mother ignored me after my transgression. But before that, she always seemed like the nice one.

Mom never hit me with a belt.

She whipped Devyn with words, though.

“She was.”

Yet another reason to tread lightly with this secret.

Dad’s right about one thing, I’d never forgive myself if I came between my little sister and her best friend. Neither would Hunter, and he’s my best friend.

We really have made a beautiful fucking mess, haven’t we?

“He’s a pretty tough adversary,” I tell her, mocking Dad’s demeanor with my lip down and chest puffed triumphantly.

Shana shoves me back into the mattress, laughing and falling into my body with a kiss on my cheek.

“Seriously, Shay, where did that come from?”

“I’m not shy with people I’ve known my whole life.” She shrugs, sifting her fingers through my chest hair.

“Oh yeah?” I place her hand over swollen cock, curving my mouth to a smile. “Prove it.”

“I don’t know how,” she admits, as she wraps around it. “Is it…like this?”

My eyes nearly roll from my head when she squeezes my shaft. “Fuuuuck,” I grind out, noting the pride in her eyes at my moan. She’s always been eager to please… perform , even when we were kids.

The good girl.

I offer more praise, and each time I do, she gets better.

“That’s it, baby, slower. Like that.” I wrap my hand around hers, guiding the tempo and feeling my cock harden in her grip, and even though I’ve no intention of going all the way with her yet, being fully seated in her sweet, untouched cunt becomes my main concern.

Virgin, I remind myself, again. Keep it slow.

“Like this?” She strokes me. Her lips hover just over the head, waiting for permission like the good girl she is. “I’ll teach you if you teach me,” she whispers against my tip.

This can’t be real life.

Yet here she is, tongue over my cock, precum practically crying from the tip.

I planned to be gentle. Soft .

But her whimper sends me over.

Fuck it!

I fist the tufts of her hair, like handles, and she instantly shoves her hips in the air. “Please!” she moans over my length. “ Dusty, please!”

The way she says my old nickname… I’ll be lucky if I can make it through a fraction of this lesson without exploding right away. “Stick your tongue out, baby.”

She lights up with excitement. It’s so fucking cute I can’t stand it, too sweet for my darkness.

But when she flicks her tongue over my erection, and it feels like the world might shift beneath my bed, I see hunger in her eyes. A need for everything to align.

I know because I feel it, too.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” I slide my length all the way in her mouth. She gags, but moans, her pelvis grinding even harder against me. “You like that, don’t you, baby? When I tell you how good you take my cock in that pretty mouth.”

She radiates with my words, lights up like the night sky when I stroke her hair as I thrust. “Suck as you go down,” I rasp, tugging her hair up and down, moving her head over my cock.

She gets better as she goes, and I think I may be done for when she adds the second hand and says, “I saw this on a tutorial,” twisting both hands over my spit-covered cock, sucking my tip like it’s a goddamned lollypop with gum she hopes to taste at the center.

“Ohh, fuck. That’s it, baby… fuuuuuck.”

She shines with the affirmation, moving her head up and down, this time taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I buck against her face, holding her there as I will my cock to obey.

She’s sloppy, and not very good, but it’s the woman of my dreams submitting her body to my pleasure, something she’s given to not a single other man her entire life, and I might explode in her mouth any second for that fact alone.

That she’s all fucking mine.

I grind against her, carefully. The last thing I want is to hurt her. I move her head up and down my shaft. “Fuck yeah, baby, keep your tongue out.”

Before I know what’s happened, she’s fine-tuned the motions I’ve only just taught her. Her eyes meet mine, my secret ballerina. This is her dance now.

I roll her nipples between my finger and thumb until she cries out around my dick, and it sends me wondering just how vanilla my sweet girl wants to be.

“I’ll do it.” I stroke her hair. “I’ll give you lessons if you give me mine. Show my dad where to shove it again.”

She hums in excitement, pulling her head from my hold and letting my dick pop free from her lips as she grins like I hung the moon.

She forgets she is the fucking moon.

Bold and beautiful.

I’d do anything in the world for this woman.

And that’s exactly why I set my parameters.

She said herself she saved everything for me. There’s no misunderstanding here, she wants this. No doubt about that. Or that she’s a grown, consenting adult.

Still doesn’t make it right to rush through every first.

Teach her.

Fuck, is this wrong altogether?

With my sister’s best friend of all time?

But she deserves this done right, and I may be able to watch a lot of things, but I’ll be damned if I set by and watch another man, especially one from Flinger, take what I wanted since the first hushed giggle down the hall from my bedroom door.

Truth or Dare, Shay. Do you think Dev’s brother is cute?

The way I waited by the cracked door for her reply.

I fell in love when it was, Sure.

“I’ve loved you a long time, Shana Holiday.” I grin. “Watched you.” She sparkles at the reminder, and I shake my head, still in disbelief that the girl I love is turned on by just my brand of crazy. “But I want to know what you love.”

I guide her head back down to my lap until her cheek rests against my cock. It radiates with pleasure when she gasps.

Whimpers.

Moans.

She rocks her hips in the air, as I suspect she will. Just like with the praise, she enjoys the submission of power.

Does she even know this about herself?

“Do you like this?” I stroke her hair, keeping her pressed against my erection, the hardness of it shoved against her.

She doesn’t reply, but her beautifully bare pussy wiggles in the air, coated with her arousal.

“ I think you do.” I smirk. “I think you want it pressed against you while I touch your horny little slit. Needy little virgin, aren’t you?

Teasing dirty old men in coffee shops with those tiny skirts, barely covering this tight little ass.

” I squeeze the perfect roundness in my hand and shove her pussy down harder over my leg, bending so it hits her just where she needs it, and I let her ride me there with her face still held against my leaking cock, contorted in a cirque-de-bedsheets only fit for a body like hers.

“You’re gonna regret giving me this.” I slap her ass to test, and she loves it, bucking against my leg, the vibrations of her whimpers pulsing against my cock and threatening to force my load across her tongue.

“Gonna dance for me every fucking night right on this cock.” I smooth where I just slapped, trailing my fingers along her center, until I reach her clit and pinch. “Aren’t you, sugar?”

“Yes!” She gasps.

“Good girl.”

She tightens her thighs around my leg, and I feel her come as she rocks and gasps, begging me to teach her more.

“You’re my virgin now, sweet girl.” I lick my hand and slide it over her pussy, rubbing the wetness around her opening and inserting one finger as she moans into my lap.

I use my free hand to feed my cock into her lips, pumping it in and out until it’s hitting the back of her throat, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

No, my filthy little dancer is moving to the music of our bodies, making art from moments in time, and before I know it, I’m no longer in control.

Her hand is stroking me up and down and my cock is flush with the back of her throat.

She eases off and I take her in, this beautiful creature transformed before me, confident and strong.

“ Fuck me,” she begs.

But I can’t. Not yet. I’ve said it before, I’m not a good man. I’m selfish . And there’s something about her innocence I won’t let myself take yet.

I haven’t earned it.

I’m not worthy.

But I will be.

I’ll do this shit with Dad, buy the Mullins property, and I’ll start my business, something my father didn’t plan, something I’ll do on my own. And fuck, now that I’ve had a taste of my girl, the only one I ever gave a fuck about, now that she’s mine?

I’m all in.

There’s something more than pride or reputation or my father’s expectations lighting my path. And once I’ve got these deals in place, I’ll be ready.

I’ll ask her to marry me. Lemon can officiate at the house so Shana’s father can be present. She’d want that more than a spring wedding with a fancy dress.

I see it in my mind, with the woman I love wrapped around my cock, pumping her head against me. I feel other stuff all right , but I still feel this. An overwhelming sense of purpose.

“Not yet,” I groan.

She pouts in protest, but I reach out and grab a chunk of her hair in my hand, pulling her head back so I can meet those fascinating dark eyes, and they’ve never been as beautiful as they are right now, clouded with lust.

But her fantasies are the same as mine.

I press my thumb to her swollen lips, and I wonder how she’ll want it, but when she lets out a breathy whimper and opens for me, I know. She’d let me do anything I want right now, and she tells me this with one look alone.

“Dustin,” she whines around my thumb, “please.”

“Shhh,” I say, replacing my thumb with a kiss. “We’ll get there. You’re my virgin now, Shana Holiday, and I’ll keep you that way until I’m good and ready. Now be a good girl and turn around. I wanna taste you from the back.”