15. Dallas

Dallas

H e's perfect. In every single way. And I can kiss him. It's almost too much for me to comprehend. I can kiss him .

I think part of me had already given up on ever having this. I wanted to get out of Big Bend, but who knew if I'd actually have the balls to leave everything I'd ever known. And if I do, that I won't come running back.

But he's here. He showed up out of nowhere, and now, I can have this without having to leave home. My hands tremble as I drag them over his warm skin, over hardened muscles that ripple with every touch.

His breath puffs out of his mouth and caresses my lips. He's trembling beneath me like he's the one who can't believe he's in this position. Yet he's been out there in the big world, living his life, and no doubt having as many people this way as he wants.

A red-hot jealousy hits me out of nowhere, thinking about other people with him this way. Touching him. Kissing him. "No."

I realize the word came out of my mouth, and it startles Colt a bit, his head cocked to the side. His dark eyes are intense as he watches me, but he doesn't move, and he doesn't speak. I realize that he's giving me the control. That he wants this to be my decision.

He hasn't pushed me at all to do anything we've done tonight. He didn't take his own pleasure when he showed me my own. There's no grand scheme or trick here. He wants me. For whatever reason, he wants me, and he wants me to take what I want.

What I crave. What I can't stop thinking about.

"You're so perfect," I say, dragging my hands over his chiseled stomach, pushing his shirt up a little more with each pass of my hand. I watch in awe as I touch him. The ripple of his abs with each touch. He's trembling from the simple act. "Can I take this off?" My eyes go up to his face now, waiting for his permission.

He looks almost like he's in pain, and for a moment, I'm worried he's going to kick me out. That maybe I read everything wrong, and he doesn't want this, but he nods his head slowly, shifting to sit up straight enough to help me lift his t-shirt off his body.

A sharp exhale leaves my body when I stare at his beautiful, bare torso, my eyes bouncing over every bit of tanned, toned muscle. He remains still, other than his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "So perfect," I whisper, my fingers trailing over his lower stomach and over his belly button. Over his firm, hard pecs and over each nipple that's hardened and peaked from my touch. My hands drift over his biceps, over the sinewy muscles and thick, popping veins as he holds himself still.

His head is lolled back against the couch, his throat pulled tight, and before I can overthink it, I lean forward and place a kiss at the base, then another one. I feel the rumble of his voice against my lips. "Dallas."

I work my way down, kissing over his collar bones, over each pec, his arms, his stomach. I close my eyes and just let myself feel everything—his warm, soft skin and the hard muscle underneath. It's bliss. Absolute and total bliss.

I move my way back up and move my hands up along his arms to his face. And then when I'm cupping his cheeks, this man literally in my hands, I pull back enough to look into his eyes, seeing nothing but trust and unbridled hunger. I lean forward, this time pressing a little harder, feeling his full lips against mine. I still have no idea what I'm doing, but I go with it.

Again, I just feel my way through it. I kiss him softly and then lick over his lips, loving the way it makes him moan. I can't believe I can make him make that sound. This big, strong, unbelievably beautiful and confident man.

"Kiss me," I breathe, and that seems to be all the permission he needs because then he's kissing me back. He still lets me set the pace, and I move from soft, exploring kisses to hard, desperate, needy ones.

But then we go back to soft and exploring. It keeps switching, and I don't know which kisses I love more. I want them both. I want them all. I want everything. My body is in overdrive, my cock, rock-hard and leaking through the borrowed sweats as I rut against his answering erection.

I feel his hands smoothing under my t-shirt, over the overheated skin of my back. I'm becoming frantic now as I move my hips, chasing that glorious feeling he gave me earlier. I want it so badly, but I also don't want to rush this. I don't feel so locked tight—so hopeless— now that I know it can happen.

I pull back a little, but he seems reluctant to let me go, which makes me smile when he chases my lips with his. I indulge in his mouth a little longer, but then I sit back enough to tug my own t-shirt off.

I'm confident when I do it, but I quickly start to feel my nerves kick in when his eyes roam my naked torso. Does he like what he sees? Am I his type? He said Benny was cute... I'm a hell of a lot bigger and more built than Benny. Maybe he likes smaller guys.

I'm about to shrink away when his hands plant firmly on my chest, and I watch his eyes as they land where his hands are resting. He slowly moves his hands down over my stomach and to my sides, tracing every ridge of muscle. His fingers tickle over my ribs, making my eyes close for a moment as I relish the feeling of his hands on me. "You are so damn perfect, Dallas. I don't know how it's possible that you don't know that." His chin lifts, and he's now looking into my eyes, his gaze so sincere. "You are perfect."

When he says it, I believe him.

"I feel like my brain is melted," I say a little too honestly, and he grins a soft laugh coming from his mouth as his hand reaches behind my nape, and he pulls me down to him for another smoldering kiss.

"I want you so damn badly, Dallas, but if all we do is kiss, I'm more than happy with that."

I instantly start shaking my head, my nose brushing over his in frantic movements, and he chuckles. I don't even care how desperate I seem right now because I am, for sure. I kiss along his jaw, leaning into him, afraid to put too much space between our bodies. "I never thought this would happen. Ever. I didn't think I'd get to..."

"To what?" he asks breathlessly.

"Do this..." I kiss his jaw and over the corner of his mouth. "With a man. I never..."—I drag my hands over his rock-solid stomach—"thought I'd get to kiss a man. I thought I'd always have to hide."

He shakes his head just slightly, his lips touching mine. "No hiding."

I smile against his lips, "I don't want this to be the last time we do this." I'm terrified it will be, but I manage to keep that part to myself.

"It won't be. I want you." He kisses me. "No matter what we do tonight, I want you to come back. I need you to come back."

My hand rests over his heart, and I can feel it rapidly beating under my hand. "I want you so badly." I kiss him, unable to resist, holding onto his shoulders as he grasps the back of my neck. "But I..." My cock is steel, standing straight up, and my balls are full and already begging for release. "I don't want to rush this, but God, Colt. I need it. I need..."

"I know, baby," he whispers the endearment, and it makes my need rachet up even higher. "Do you trust me?"

I nod my head over and over so frantically, it hurts my nose when it bangs against his, but he doesn't seem bothered.

"Scoot back a little and lift up." I do what he says and whimper when I feel his hands sliding down my back, moving to the top of the sweats. "We don't do anything you don't want to do, but I think maybe we could lose the clothes."

"Yes. That," I say, already wiggling and trying to get him to remove these damn sweats before he finishes his sentence. He smiles against my mouth and slowly pushes them down over my ass.

I groan and grunt, thrusting my hips forward, trying to get some relief, but he doesn't rush pushing them down, his hand sliding over both of my round globes. His fingers dig into my flesh and make me want so much more.

I reach back and help, unable to take it any longer. It would be easier if I'd just stand up and take off my sweats, but I don't want to leave him. Not even for a second. We finally get the sweats off, so I'm totally naked and straddling his lap, my cock leaking like a faucet as I rut against his dick through his jeans. Jeans I am determined to get off him.

"Wanna see you too," I say as I fumble with the button on his jeans.

"You sure?" he asks, and oh my God, why won't this button just open?

"Yes. Please. Fuck!" I'm a fumbling idiot right now, desperate and needy, but I don't care at all. I want to see him. All of him. I need this experience. It's selfish and wrong, I'm sure—another bad decision, but damn it, I want this more than I've ever wanted anything.

His hand moves over mine, just resting there. "Dallas, look at me."

I hate how calm his voice sounds. He's keeping it together just fine. Why can't I? I stop messing with his button and look up at him, waiting to hear him tell me we should stop. He's been with experienced, confident men, I'm sure, and I'm just a fool.

"We have time." That's not at all what I was expecting him to say.

"W-what?" I stutter through my shocked question.

He just offers me the sweetest, most assuring smile and removes my hands from his jeans before flicking the top button open effortlessly and carefully lowering the zipper. "We have time. I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh," I say quietly, my eyes glued to where he pushes his jeans down, revealing black briefs that do nothing to hide the bulging erection, the tip of his cock peeking out from the top and making me moan. "Oh God."

He lifts me a little, wrapping one arm around me and using the other one to push his jeans all the way off. I'm useless right now. Sitting here totally naked on his lap and salivating to see this final piece of him. His body is insane perfection. Tanned and toned, with a couple of tattoos here and there. "You okay?"

My eyes dart up to his face and see genuine concern for me there. "Yes," I say, leaning in and capturing his lips with mine. "So okay. So very okay, but also..."

"Yeah?" he asks, his lips staying near mine, putting a quick kiss there and making me want him even more.

"Your dick is still not out."

He lets out a startled laugh, one that catches me off guard because I'm dead serious. But he just presses a hard kiss against my mouth and then uses both hands to remove the offending material covering the rest of him. I take my time lowering my gaze after he kicks the discarded briefs away. His cock is a little longer than mine but not quite as thick. It's standing tall, and there's a bead of pre-cum at the red tip.

"Beautiful," falls from my lips, and he just cups the back of my neck again, pulling me in for an intense kiss. "I want you to come this time too. Please," I say with sheer need. "I need you to feel pleasure too."

I feel awful about not making him come earlier, and I'm already on the edge. I don't want to leave him behind.

"Trust me on this, I feel nothing but pleasure right now." His fingers grip the back of my neck, but I shake my head.

"No. You know what I mean. Please, Colt. Please."

"It's okay." He shushes me and then puts his free hand on my hip, urging me forward. "Slide closer for me."

I do what he asks without question and immediately cry out when the silky heat of his hard cock slides against mine. "Oh, holy shit."

I swear I can feel him smiling, but I don't even care how ridiculous I sound. It's so good. We kiss ravenously as I hump against his dick. I'm leaking enough pre-cum that it's a slick glide, and my balls are pulled up so damn tight, ready to explode. I want to feel that insane burst of pleasure again, but I don't want to do it without him.

"Please come with me," I beg, and he just holds onto me, urging my hips forward as he rolls his in time with mine.

"I'm close. Don't worry about me," he says against my lips, sucking on my tongue and sending a sharp tingle through my balls.

"Oh God, Colt. Please," I beg again, not even sure what I'm asking for. I just know this feels even better than earlier.

"I've got you, sweetheart." His hand leaves my hip, but then wraps around us both, and I lose it. I can't take it anymore. My entire body goes rigid and pulls tight as I attack his mouth with mine and slide into his firm grip against his slick, hard cock.

"Yes." I hear him as he works us both over, and our kissing becomes so chaotic, it's not really a kiss anymore. It's mostly just heavy panting until I close my eyes, seeing white as pleasure lights up my entire spine, and I come.

My release shoots out of my dick, but I'm acutely aware of his entire body going still under me, all his muscles pulling tight, and he cries out. More cum joins mine, and I realize he's found his release.

I look down just in time to see his cock jerk and more cum spilling from the tip, the action making my own dick twitch with need again. He strokes us through the last part until we're both too sensitive, and I collapse onto him.

"Stay," he says so softly, I'm not sure if I even heard him right.

"I can't. Church tomorrow," I say dreamily, even though I want nothing more than to stay here with him.

"Just for a little bit longer?" he asks, his hand smoothing down over my back, and I nod my head in answer.

I'll take every second I can get with him.