by Naomi West
Hazel’s eye went wide with mild surprise.
“Is that right?” she asked. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I said. “Overheard him talking about this one girl named Bonnie, some rich chick. Called her his personal ‘favorite.’ Said he wouldn’t mind putting her in a—his words—‘starring role’ for a time.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Means she’s the apple of his eye. For the time being.”
“You’re being awfully cryptic,” she said.
“That’s because ‘cryptic’ is what you get with a guy like Suntree. He picks out his girls, and picks out who he likes best from them. Makes them his girl. So far, he hasn’t kept one of them around for any serious length of time.”
I poured myself a beer and took a long sip.
“Maybe Bonnie would be different. If that’s what she really wants. If she wants to take that chance.”
“God,” said Hazel. “She’s really into him.”
“Girls usually are,” I said. “He’s got that way about him.”
She sighed.
“Fuck,” she said. “I guess I need to tell her the truth.”
“Do you?” I asked. “You could always lie. Might be better for her in the long-term.”
She shook her head.
“No,” she said. “I don’t want to risk things by lying.”
“What do you mean ‘risk things’?”
“Just that … I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t really have that many friends. I barely keep in touch with my few friends from high school, and I’ve been so busy with work and school that a social life is like this luxury I can’t afford.”
“And there’s something else,” I said.
“There’s that people-reading,” she said. “Yeah, there’s something else. Bonnie’s mom is this big-shot psychiatrist in the city. Might be someone who could give me a boost when I graduate.”
“Very practical,” I said.
“No,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong—it’s not like that. I actually like Bonnie a lot. She’s a little bit of a rich girl, but she’s fun. And I get the impression she doesn’t really have that many real friends either.”
“A match made in heaven,” I said.
“Something like that.”
She turned her eyes to me, and for a moment I was totally entranced by how freaking gorgeous she was.
“And what about you?” she asked.
“What about me?”
“You got friends and family that you’re close to?”
“I’ve got the Names,” I said. “They’re both.”
“And they’re all you need?”
“They’re all I need.”
“I see,” she said.
We finished our beers and poured a couple more. I had a nice solid buzz by this point, and the more time I spent with Hazel, the more I found myself fantasizing about what she looked like under those clothes of hers.
It’d be bad news, though, getting involved with a girl like her. But I could tell by the look in her eyes—not to mention the way she held me as we rode on my bike—that the attraction was more than mutual. And under the table, our legs were getting closer and closer to one another’s.
Something was happening between us, and there was no denying it. I waved to the bartender for another round of what we’d had, shots and all.
“You think you’ve got a taste for the good stuff yet?” I asked as the bartender approached.
“Why?” she asked, right as the drinks were set in front of us. “Oh.”
A devilish little smirk formed on her lips.
“Okay,” she said, picking up her shot of whiskey. “But under one condition.”
“Let’s hear it.
“Dives are fun,” she said. “But I think that party actually got me in the mood for something a little more exciting.”
“Is that right?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“Yeah,” she said, that smirk still playing on her lips. “You got something in mind?”
I nodded.
“I think I know just the place.”
15
Hazel
We finished our drinks and Dakota paid up before I had a chance to even offer.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said as we headed out. “Tonight’s on me.”
A prideful part of me bristled at the idea of some guy paying my way for the evening, but I felt … good being around Dakota. Good enough to relax and let him treat me to the night he had in mind.
After we’d made our way down the busy sidewalks, Dakota keeping me close as we wove through the thick knots of people, we arrived at a place that appeared to be a nondescript warehouse. A few key differences, however—thudding bass sounded from inside, and a long line of people was waiting to get in.
“What is this place?” I asked over the noise.
“It’s called the Cave,” he said. “It’s a club owned by one of the Names.”
“That right?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Looks like a hot place,” I said.
“Yep,” he said. “Ended up being more popular than my buddy was expecting. Nice little side gig when he’s not riding with us.”
“I’ll say,” I said.
Normally, a club wouldn’t really be my thing. But between Dakota and the booze, I was ready.
“Come on,” he said.
He took me by the arm and pulled me close. A smile spread across my face as soon as he was holding me. Arm in arm, we approached the pair of massive bouncers who were in the process of slowly letting the occasional person in line through the door.
The men turned their eyes to Dakota and me.
“Yo,” Dakota said.
The men said nothing, and I could sense that they were getting ready to tell us to screw off. But then Dakota flashed his tattoo, the little emblem of the Names.
Without a single word, the men nodded and stepped aside.
“That was easy,” I said as we moved past the bouncers.
“Been with the Names for a while,” he said. “Long enough to know how many doors this tattoo opens.”
I couldn’t help but admit it—I was a little impressed. I’d never been on a date with a guy like him, someone who was from such a different world as me. It was exciting and thrilling and a little scary—but in a good way.
I didn’t have much time to think about it before the thudding bass of the club blasted about every thought out of my head. And I was pretty sure that was the point of a place like this.
Dakota led me in, the small entryway opening up into a huge, multilevel dance floor. The place was packed, the massive dance floor in the center jammed full of bodies writhing to the music. The floors above looked down on the scene, hundreds of hip clubgoers drinking and talking and watching the scene. A large DJ booth in the back center of the space pumped out bone-shaking EDM.
“You ready?” he asked.
“About as ready as I’m going to be!” I said.
He reached down, took me by the hand, and led me into the crowd.
Instantly I was overwhelmed by the controlled chaos around me. Men and women danced hard to the beat, drinks in their hands. Bodies ground against one another, colored lights flashing and making the place seem like something out of a futuristic dream.
But right before I felt like I’d gotten in over my head, Dakota took my hand and pulled my body close to his. It felt … so fucking good. His scent, his masculine musk flooded my senses over the background aroma of sweating bodies. He glared down at me with hungry, animal eyes.
After a few long minutes of dancing, our bodies pressed against one another, it was clear to me what he wanted.
And the more I considered the matter, the more I realized that I wanted the same.
We took a brief break from the dancing for long enough to get some drinks, a flash of Dakota’s tattoo getting us to the front of the line once again. We downed a couple of shots and by the time the drink
settled in my belly, I realized that I was a little teensy bit drunk.
Not plastered, but enough to enjoy where I was, and who I was with. Drinks in hand, Dakota led me back into the teeming mass of dancers. As soon as the beat dropped, our bodies were right back onto one another’s, just how I wanted it.
Dakota put his hands on my hips, holding me close and making it clear to anyone who was around that I was his girl.
And I loved it.
I responded by cutting all the distance between us, rubbing my body against his sensually, letting him know that I was more than happy with what he was doing.
A feeling of possession overtook me. I felt out of control, but in the best way possible. Dakota’s hands moved over my body, exploring my curves. And I ground hard against him, now able to feel his cock through his jeans.
Time passed like that, and I had no idea how much. I was taken away, off in another world, one where nothing mattered but me and the man I was with.
I turned back to Dakota, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck. Slowly, so slowly, we danced closer and closer to one another until our faces were nearly touching, until our lips grazed against one another’s.
And then he closed the distance. He leaned in and kissed me hard.
A rush of hot energy blasted through my body at his kiss. It only grew more intense as his mouth opened up enough for his tongue to pass my lips.
I wanted him. I wanted him so badly that I could hardly stand it.
He reached down and took my hand before whispering into my ear exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Come on,” he said.
I was ready. Dakota led me through the crowd, the two of us reaching a stairwell that went up. Soon we were at the top floor, the area packed with small sitting areas, groups of hiply dressed men and women seated here and there, sipping drinks, some all over each other in the way that Dakota and I had been on the dance floor.
I had no idea where he was leading me, and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to be with him, for him to put his hands on me like he’d done on the dance floor.
Soon we reached a hallway, the blasting music lowering to a steady bass thump.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“VIP rooms,” he said, stopping in front of one of the doors.
He pulled out his keys, found the right one, and opened up. The room revealed was a small but luxurious space, soft-looking couches lining the walls, and a large window looking out over the club. Below, the dance floor appeared like a shifting mass, beams of colored lights shooting through the air over us.
“Now,” he said, gazing at me with those hungry eyes. “Where were we?”
I didn’t need to speak. Dakota was back on me in a split second, and soon we were right where we had been on the dance floor, this time with the privacy to do whatever we wanted.
We backed into our kiss, his taste delicious, his touch irresistible. The two of us kissed long and deep, Dakota leading me to the couches and laying me down on my back.
He slipped his arm around me, holding me close and tight as we kissed. His chest pressed against mine, and I realized at that moment I couldn’t hold back any longer. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing his lean, toned body. His hair hung down over his face in a gorgeous way, his cunning eyes gazing at me through the dark strands.
“Someone’s eager,” he said.
“You’re just now figuring that out?” I asked with a smile.
“I had a pretty good idea.”
He did the same to me, pulling off my shirt and tossing it aside. I arched my back and reached behind me, undoing my bra clasp and baring myself to him. Dakota leaned in and took my right nipple into his mouth, and then once he’d had his fun with it, moved over to the other.
I let out a long sigh, pleasure tingling through me at his touch. Nat covered me in kisses, his lips moving over my breasts, my stomach, my neck, and every other bit of bare skin.
But I wanted more. And judging from the outline of his cock through his jeans, so did he. I reached ahead and placed my hand on his cock, Dakota letting out a soft growl as I stroked him through the dark denim.
We were both thinking the same thing. My hands went to work on his belt, button, and zipper, and his did the same to mine. Within seconds, he was down to a pair of skintight black boxer- briefs and I was in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties.
Dakota moved back, his eyes locking onto me and trailing slowly over my body.
“What?” I asked as I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation.
“Just can’t believe how fucking sexy you are,” he said with a sensual smile.
My pussy tingled at his words. Dakota placed his hand on my inner thigh and moved up, up over the soft skin until he was right on top of my warm wetness. He rubbed me slowly through my panties, each drag of his hand over my clit sending a fresh pulse of delight through me. I moaned and arched my back, grabbing hard onto his shoulders and pulling him close.
Then he took hold of the waistband of my panties and began to roll them down my thighs.
As I watched him do it, a voice began to speak in the back of my mind, its tone insistent.
“Tell him now!” it said. “Tell him that you’ve never done this before!”
I knew it was the right call. And when I’d imagined this moment, I’d always pictured having it happen with a guy that I’d known and dated for a long time, one who understood my virgin situation and was ready to make it as easy and stress-free as possible.
But now that it was about to happen, all I could think about was how something about it all just seemed right, about how I didn’t want to ruin it by saying anything.
So, I didn’t.
Dakota clearly knew what he was doing, so I decided to just … let him do it.
He pulled my panties down to my ankles, and once they were there I tossed them off with a little kick.
“Now you,” I said, pointing towards his boxer-briefs.
“The lady knows what she wants,” he said.
“Yes, she does.”
That sexy little smirk still on his face, he hooked his thumbs under his waistbands and took off his boxer-briefs. I gasped at what he revealed—his cock was long, thick, and already dripping. I was hardly the expert on such matters, but even I could tell that what he had was something special.
“Perfect,” I said. “Now come here.”
Dakota pounced on top of me, and I spread my legs open wide to accommodate him. His cock dragged against my thigh and came to a stop right above my pussy. He reached down and grabbed it, positioning it right where it needed to be.
Here goes nothing, I thought.
He spread my lips apart with his head and, with a slow thrust, filled me inch by inch.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, the feeling like nothing else I’d ever experienced. “Oh my freaking God.”
“You okay down there?” he asked.
Yeah, I thought. Just taking one of the biggest dicks I could imagine for my first time. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Mhmm,” I moaned, placing my hands on his slim, toned hips. “Just fine.”
“Good,” he said.
Dakota pulled back and drove into me again, this time entering more easily than he had before. I was so freaking wet from him that I was able to take him all with surprising ease. Then he entered me again, then again, each thrust into my willing body sending out a fresh wave of pure ecstasy.
He felt so good that I wanted to scream. And hell, in the private room, I probably could’ve. But I bit my lip and focused on the pleasure, the steady beat from the dance floor a backdrop to my pleasure.
Dakota began to fuck me harder and harder, his gorgeous face in an expression of tight concentration as he split me again and again. I took in breath after breath, my chest rising and falling, my breasts shaking with each collision of his hips into mine.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Keep going.”
&n
bsp; Dakota sat up, his taut, sculpted body now looming over me. He was so stunning that I could hardly stand it, and watching his body work was enough to bring an orgasm closer and closer to release.
“Oh my … Oh my God …” I moaned. “I’m … I’m …”
The intensity was so much that it was hard for me to speak. I knew an orgasm, possibly the most intense one of my life, was on the brink. And all I could do was lie back and prepare for it to break through my body.
And that’s just what happened.
The orgasm hit me like a train, pleasure rushing through me and lighting up every molecule in my body. I gripped hard onto Dakota, holding him in place and telling him without words to keep doing exactly what he was doing.
I screamed, I moaned, I came hard. And Dakota followed me, quickly pulling out his cock and draining himself onto my sweat-slicked belly.
Soon the pleasure faded, and Dakota collapsed at my side. He slipped his arm around me and pulled me close.
At that moment it hadn’t yet even begun to dawn on me what was happening. But I knew, without a doubt, that everything was about to change.
16
Hazel
I woke up the next morning in a state of total bliss. Despite the booze I’d thrown back last night, there wasn’t a trace of hangover in me—I was rested and refreshed, a big, stupid smile on my face.
And that was before I turned over on my side and saw Dakota sleeping next to me. He looked just as good in the light of day as he had last night, and part of me wanted to wake him up and see if he’d give me the same treatment that he had at the club.
I rolled back onto my side and wove my hands together behind my head, that smile still on my lips. The events of last night played back in my mind. I thought about how Dakota had held me after we’d made love, how it had been interrupted by me hurrying to the bathroom to clean myself off, and him, before he noticed that he’d deflowered me.
Thankfully, the lights of the private room were low, and I had been able to take care of any evidence. I had no idea how he’d react to know he’d just taken my virginity, but I wasn’t interested in complicating things. If the way Dakota had been treating me so far was any indication, he’d probably be cool with it.
