Page 155 of Wicked Little Darling

He laughed again, then pushed to his knees, placing his hands under my thighs.

“You win, you rotten bastard,” I said breathlessly. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Right now?”

“Right fucking now.”

“Fuck yes.”

Dakota had been trying to convince me to “put my giant cock in him”, as he phrased it, for weeks now. And as much as I wanted to, I was really nervous. Terrified, actually. We were both inexperienced and I was afraid I’d mess up somehow, hurt him, break him, traumatize him.

So he tried to get me to capitulate by teasing and taunting me in the only way he knew how—strutting around in his little jockstraps, slowly undressing in front of me, sleeping naked with me, pressed tight against me.

And it worked.

“I got some more lube. And condoms. And did a bunch of research. I’m basically an expert now.”

“When did you get lube and condoms?” I climbed off him as he stood up and faced me.

He was always with me. We were always together when we weren’t in class, so when the fuck had he gotten them?

His lips began curving up. “Hmm, when was it?” he mused, pretending like he was trying to remember. “I guess it was right after the laundry room incident.”

I paused. “The laundry room incident?”

“That’s what I’ve been calling it in my head. The very first time you touched my dick. I’ll never forget it.”

He was naming our trysts now? This fucker. “Dakota, go lie down.”

“Fuck yes,” he said, flashing me a gorgeous smile.

He went to my bed and sat down, then stared at me hard while he fisted himself.

“Say my name,” he rasped, stroking slowly up to his crown.

“Dakota.”

His entire body shuddered, and fuck, the sight of him like that was too much. He was gonna make me come.

“Say it again.”

I walked over to him and pushed him down onto his back. “Shut up and put your wrists together.”

He shuddered and palmed his hard cock, rubbing up his length. “Fuck, Reese, you have no idea how turned on I am right now.”

I slapped his flank and said sharply, “Dakota!”

“Ah, shit, you said it again.” He shifted over, then lifted his arms above his head and put his wrists together, and I couldn’t stop staring at his achingly hard cock. His crown was wet with precum, and I wanted to lick it off.

“You’re gonna make me come just looking at it,” he said.

I felt like I was gonna come just looking at it.

“I love your eyes on me. When you look at me. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world, Reese.”