At least he had Dagmar as a buffer. David hadn’t brought her as a date but he liked looking at her and thinking that she was. She was a social butterfly, something David considered a plus. Another tick in his book was knowing his family were pleased with her. They liked her and she didn’t even bat an eyelid at what had happened on the lawn. She was used to seeing guns in her line of work, although that part made David worry. Dagmar was a paramedic; she wasn’t supposed to deal with guns.
But she was strong. David wasn’t about to take that away from her.
However, for the rest of the evening, David couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Dagmar’s face after Susie and her minions had left. There was no denying how she had looked at him. She was turned on. Seeing that gave David more determination. She was going to be in his bed tonight.
If she wasn’t, it was because David had dropped dead of a heart attack.
He was still thinking about the way she looked as he drove her home. His cock had been in a constant state of arousal since he had spied Dagmar’s face and it had been awkward moving around with an erection. Hopefully, that would be dealt with shortly.
David glanced at Dagmar, who was sitting in the passenger seat staring out the window.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Dagmar jumped and her head spun around. Her cheeks darkened and she shifted in her seat. She also crossed her legs.
“I’m fine. That was an…interesting conversation with Susie earlier.”
David grunted.
“Interesting doesn’t begin to cover it. Fingers crossed they won’t try anything between now and court tomorrow.”
“I have a feeling they’ll be at home getting high and thinking they’ll play the concerned family members unfairly blocked in front of the judge.” Dagmar sighed. “I won’t be able to go. Work and all that. Are you going to be there?”
“I plan to be.” David’s hands tightened on the wheel. “Nick needs as much family as he can get right now.”
He was aware of Dagmar watching him curiously and risked a glance over. She had a soft look that almost made him pull the car over on the freeway and tug her across his lap.
“You two got really lucky with the Mach family, didn’t you?” Dagmar said quietly.
That was an understatement. David knew that luck didn’t even begin to cover it. If it wasn’t for Robson making a sudden visit to see his sister while she worked in a care home, he wouldn’t have been taken into his care with his brother. They would still be in the foster system. Nobody wanted two young boys whose parents had been screw-ups.
How he and Nick had not turned out complete messes was because of Robson and Renee Mach.
“They took us in when no one else would take us. We did do a lot of bad things growing up. But Mom and Dad always forgave us. I wouldn’t change them or my life for anything.”
“You never thought about getting married?”
David had been half-expecting that question. Most of the women he came into contact with asked him that. A lot of them didn’t like the idea of sleeping with a married man, although there were girls who thought it was a thrill.
“I did think about it at one point. But then my girlfriend left me a couple of months before I got my first million. She didn’t like the fact that I was working all hours to get my business off the ground. Then when she heard that I’d become a millionaire she came back, begging for me to take here back. But I remembered what she had said and I was hurt. No way was I going to let her back in.” David sighed. “It took a restraining order before she would leave me alone.”
“What about the other women?”
“Most of them wouldn’t touch me before. After…they were all over me, making eyes and wanting to get into my bed. They were all hoping that I would spend my money on them.”
Dagmar raised her eyebrows.
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Spend money on the girls you’re with?”
“Not how they were planning on doing it. They wanted my money, not me. Makes me feel rather unwanted.”
“A handsome devil like you? You must be joking.”
David almost slammed the brakes on. He arched an eyebrow at Dagmar, who seemed to realize what she had just said.
“Did you just call me handsome?”
“I…” Dagmar looked down and David realized she had looked at his crotch. There would be no hiding his erection. She gulped and looked away. “I was stating an obvious fact.” She hurried on: “So, that’s why you have just sexual partners and it doesn’t last for long but not proper relationships because they could get messy.”
“That’s pretty much it.”
“And no one’s tempted you for a proper relationship?”
What was she trying to fish for? David glanced at her but Dagmar refused to look at him. He smiled and turned back.
“Not yet. Although that may change. There’s still time.”
They didn’t speak until David pulled up outside Dagmar’s apartment block. He turned off the engine as Dagmar reached for the handle.
“Thanks for dropping me back.”
“No problem.”
David waited. This was it. If she didn’t ask him in, he was going to invite himself in. With her permission, of course. David didn’t barge into people’s homes like Jeremy.
Dagmar started to get out and paused. She looked back at David and gave him a look that had David swallowing hard.
“You know, you’re not so much of a bad boy, after all.”
David snorted.
“I’m hardly a boy.”
“But you’re bad.” Dagmar leaned across towards him. “Very bad.”
David felt like his heart was about to stop as Dagmar pressed a kiss slowly on his cheek. God, her lips were soft. He licked his own lips.
“Any objection to that?”
Dagmar smirked. She was close, very close to him.
“No, not yet,” she said softly.
David knew it was now or never. He put his hand around the back of her neck and drew her closer. This time he kissed her, swallowing her smile. He didn’t give her time to react, pulling back slowly before Dagmar kissed him back.
“How about now?”
Dagmar looked bewildered. Then that disappeared and she grinned, shifting herself closer.
“That’s very bad.”
“I can do more.”
David grabbed her and dragged her across the car, settling her so she was sitting astride his lap. He pressed her hips down against his erection and Dagmar gasped, arching against him. David growled and palmed her backside. This felt like a wet dream for him. Finally, Dagmar was in his arms.
Dagmar grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. Her mouth was so soft, so pliable. And she tasted so delicious. David groaned and ducked his hands under her skirt, running his palms over her panties before slipping inside. Her skin was smooth and firm.
She was perfect.
Suddenly, Dagmar was pulling back. She didn’t climb off his lap and David felt her buttocks flexing under his touch.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped.
“Why not?”
David gritted his teeth, hoping that she would stay. He was too hard, too far gone for her to pull away now.
“We barely know each other.” Dagmar didn’t pull away. If anything, she was rolling her hips against him, her head lolling back with a sigh. “I’m just out of a relationship and I don’t do sex outside of a relationship.”
From the way things were going, she was beginning to think about just that. David just had to nudge her over. He thrust up against her, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“Fancy breaking the rules for once? I’m not after a relationship, just one night.” He nipped at the skin at the base of her throat, tasting her sweet scent. “Now I’ve tasted you, I can’t get enough.”
Dagmar sighed and her hands ran up along his arms and shoulders to his head. Her fingers dug into his hair and gently tugged him back. D
agmar stared down at him, her pupils so dilated her eyes were almost black. She was breathing heavily.
“Come on up to my apartment. Let’s see if we can give you enough.”
David wasn’t about to argue with that.
*****
Dagmar knew this was a bad idea. She shouldn’t get involved with a man who didn’t do relationships. But he was touching her all over and he was saying all the right things. She couldn’t argue with that.
She was tired of arguing.
David barely got them into the apartment before he had pushed her up against the wall, kissing her as if he needed her oxygen. Dagmar kissed him back, managing to kick the door shut before anyone saw them. His hands were all over her, running across her back to her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. Dagmar thrust her chest against him and lifted a leg to wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer as David pressed kisses to her neck.
It felt like a long time since she had been treated like this. Jeremy had been a gentle, almost considerate lover. He was always asking if things were okay and if he was hurting her. Always looking for a good word to carry on.
Dagmar pushed her ex out of her mind. She didn’t want to think about him now.
David lifted her into his arms and Dagmar wrapped her legs around his waist. He pulled back briefly from his kisses to breathe out two words.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Dagmar couldn’t speak. She was breathing too heavily. She pointed towards the far end of the hall. David had the legs; he could find it.
And find it David did. He pushed through the door and they fell onto the bed, David kissing Dagmar enough to make her head spin. Dagmar writhed underneath him, pushing her pelvis against his. She didn’t want foreplay right now; she wanted sex right then.
David seemed to be thinking the same thing. He pulled away and grabbed at her dress. Dagmar didn’t object as he tore it apart, revealing her white bra and matching panties. David’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared when he saw that. Saying nothing, he grabbed at her panties and tugged them down, tossing them into the corner.
Dagmar sat up and undid her bra, kicking off her sandals as David stripped. Sitting on the bed naked, she watched as David shucked off his shirt, revealing a hairy chest and a washboard stomach. Then he reached for his jeans, giving Dagmar a wink. Dagmar licked her lips and watched as he pulled the zipper down on his jeans and pushed those and his boxers down. His cock sprang free and Dagmar’s eyes widened.
God, he was huge. Very huge. Was he even going to fit? But the thought of having his cock inside her, stretching her, had her pussy fluttering.
Dagmar smiled and sat back, opening her legs. David would see how wet she was. And from the look on his face, David could see. He growled and made a swivelling motion with his finger.
“Stand up and turn around. Then bend over.”
Dagmar hadn’t had anyone order her in the bedroom like this before. And it just made her more aroused. She slid off the bed and turned, her eyes still on David. Then she bent over, laying her hands on the bed. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers flexing as he kicked her legs open further. His cock brushed against her clit and Dagmar shuddered. He hadn’t even entered her and she was about to go off like a rocket.
Then he thrust into her, almost knocking Dagmar face-first onto the bed. Dagmar gasped and found herself starting to panic. He was too big. He was stretching her too much. Then David pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside her and thrust back. This time pain burst into pleasure and Dagmar saw stars. She arched her back and pushed back.
David made a noise that sounded like a snarl and then he gripped her hips even tighter as he picked up the pace. Before Dagmar could catch up, he was hammering into her and all Dagmar could do was grip the duvet with tightened fists and let him fuck her.
Whoa. She had been expecting fireworks but nothing like this. David was relentless and rubbed against parts of her pussy Dagmar didn’t even know were sensitive. His balls were slapping against her clit, which enforced the impending orgasm as it built and tightened in her belly.
Then David leaned over, his hands sliding all over her body. One hand gripped her breast, tweaking her nipple in his fingers, while the other hand went between her legs. Dagmar was struggling to breathe as he played with her breast and knew if he touched her clit she was going to explode.
It didn’t take long before David’s fingers were rubbing her clit in fast, quick circles. The tightness got even more strung and began to tingle around her belly and through her pelvis.
Dagmar wasn’t prepared for the sudden onslaught of the orgasm, bigger than she had experienced before. She arched against David as he hammered into her and screamed. David didn’t slow down to let her ride the wave, instead fucking her and prolonging the orgasm.
David’s breathing was getting ragged and his motions more urgent. Then he let out a shout and Dagmar felt his cock twitch and jerk inside her. He came hard and that set off a second orgasm, this one having Dagmar shaking hard as she sagged onto the bed, David on top of her.
They lay there for a while longer, both of them panting heavily. Dagmar could feel the sweat coating her body and how slick David felt against her. She hadn’t exerted herself like that in a long time.
It was David who spoke first, lifting himself off her and gently easing his cock out of her. Dagmar whimpered but he slipped out, David slumping to the floor beside her. He touched her back, giving her a look close to wonder.
“Wow.”
“Wow indeed.” Dagmar managed to put up onto her elbows and gave him an amused look. “I’m glad I made you speechless.”
“You certainly did.” David drew lazy circles on her back. “You know I can’t stay long.”
Dagmar didn’t expect anything less. They only agreed to sex, nothing more. And Dagmar liked having the bed to herself.
“I know.” She pushed herself up to standing but her legs made her sag onto the bed. “And I wasn’t asking you to stay.”
“Most women do.”
Dagmar didn’t doubt that. She smiled at him and touched his head, running her fingers through his hair.
“I know what I’m getting into, David. I know what we agreed to. I’m not going to get mad.” She glanced towards her adjoining bathroom. “Do you want to take a shower before you leave?”
“I think I just might.”
Chapter 7
David pushed himself to standing, swaying a little. Then he leaned over and kissed her before walking over to the bathroom. Dagmar got an opportunity to watch he walk away, admiring the rear view. He had so many tattoos across his back and arms. In the dim lighting, she couldn’t see what they were. But they made Dagmar’s body heat up as she saw them.
She really was in trouble if she was getting turned on by tattoos.
Dagmar shot off the bed and went into the guest bathroom across the hall. She showered and dressed in her most comfortable pajamas, trying to make herself look as unsexy as possible. Although she had a feeling that wouldn’t make a difference from the way David looked at her, but Dagmar wasn’t about to get herself spruced up. If she had sex with David again, she might be tempted to ask him to stay.
And that sex had been amazing. Dagmar had guessed it would be smoking hot but not like that. It was animalistic. Dagmar had forgotten what that type of sex was like. Her body was sore but in all the right places. It would take a while before she could sit down comfortably.
Not that Dagmar was complaining.
She went back into the bedroom and heard the shower still going. That man was going to use up all the hot water if he stayed in there much longer. He hadn’t even come out for his clothes, which were strewn across the floor.
Dagmar snagged his shirt and was about to put it on the bed when she saw it was creased. Her manners kicked in. He couldn’t go out with his shirt like that. Dagmar had been raised that the man of the house, or any man, couldn’t leave the house unless his shirt had been pressed.
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bsp; Dagmar didn’t have a shirt-press but she did have an iron. She went into the kitchen and fetched out her ironing board, fishing the iron out from under the sink. It would give her something to do, as well, instead of sitting around twiddling her thumbs for the awkward after-sex conversation.
Because Dagmar was starting to get uncomfortable the longer David was in her apartment, naked, and silently urging her to jump him. She had said it was once and that was it.
It was a pity that the sex had been so good Dagmar wanted more.
She was finishing off the shirt when David came into the kitchen. He had his shoes and pants on, his torso bare and his hair wet. Dagmar tried not to lick her lips and openly stare at the tattoos on his arms, which looked like vines twisting around his arms with various other designs interwoven.
His body was like an easel. A very lickable easel.
David raised his eyebrows at her, nodding at the iron.
“Pressing my shirt?”
“It’s the least I can do.”
Dagmar flushed. What a stupid thing to say. David chuckled and leaned against the counter, folding his arms. The tattoos on his arms moved as he flexed his muscles.
“I’ve never had a woman iron my shirt after sex before.”
“Well, I’m not most people.”
“I noticed.”
Dagmar glanced up. David was watching her intently. Were his eyes darker than before? She shook off any impending thoughts about dragging David back to her bedroom and put the iron aside, sliding the shirt off the board and handing it to him.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” David slid the shirt on, not taking his eyes on her as he buttoned up. “I hope you don’t think this is callous.”
“What bit?”
“Having sex and then leaving immediately.”
Dagmar raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t think you were a kiss and cuddle type of man.”
“Not really.”
Dagmar turned away so David wouldn’t see the wavering in her expression and tidied away the ironing board.
“I don’t think it’s callous. I just got out of a relationship and I don’t want a man in my life for a while and you’re not one for relationships. No danger of getting attached on both sides.” Dagmar cast him a sly smile. “If you’re offering it, I might as well take it.” Then she winced. “Sorry, that sounded callous as well.”
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