And she’s fucking gorgeous for it.
“Thanks for staying.”
I blink at her words, realizing I’ve been staring at her. “Hey, I mean at least this floor looks a lot comfier than the last one,” I say with a smirk.
She grins, her cheeks going that adorable shade of pink. “You can- I mean, it’s a big bed.”
I wink as I stand. “Careful darlin, if I was a weaker man I might be tempted by your blatant attempts to get into my pants.”
Hailey laughs - a genuine, easy sound - for the first time all night. “You’re ridiculous, you know.”
“I try.”
I turn with a wink and start to pull down the neatly made covers of her bed.
“Ew, wait.”
I turn back to her. “What?”
She’s making a face, her nose all scrunched up. “No jeans in my bed, that’s gross.”
I arch a brow. “That means they’re coming off, you know.”
She shrugs, like it’s nothing, “So?”
I like watching her try and play this down - like us stripping down and sharing a bed is just this natural easy thing we do all the time.
Like my making her come with my fingers the other day while she moaned into my lips never happened.
My cock is half hard at just the thought of it, so I turn away - not out of any sort of embarrassment, but I figure if she sees my semi, she’s going to flip about this.
She’s already under the covers when I slide in.
“No touching or anyth-”
“Hailey.”
Her mouth clamps shut. “Sorry.”
Damn, the bed is a lot smaller than it looked when it’s the both of us in here. Hailey shuts off her side-table light, and we’re both squirming and twisting to get comfortable, when I suddenly find myself turning just as she does. Suddenly, I’m spooning her, her body right against mine and my arm hovering over her.
“Dalton-”
“Darlin, this bed is small as shit, and if you want me to stay-”
“No, I was-” she sighs. “I was just going to ask if you’re comfortable,” she says quietly. Her body pushes back into me, and again, it’s not sexual, it’s like a comfort.
I grin, letting my arm drop over her. “Yeah, Hails.” I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of her as she nestles into me. “Yeah, I’m great, darlin.”
She smells fucking amazing, her shampoo, or whatever that scent is, fills my nose. Her body molds against mine, her skin warm against my arms. I’m definitely half hard, but there’s no fucking hiding that. But if Hailey notices it pressing into her ass, she doesn’t say a thing.
Fuck, do I want to make this more.
I mean, if this was literally any other girl in the world, I’d have her panties down, her ankles up in the air, and my cock balls deep in that pussy. I’d have her on all fours with my cock between her lips, or screaming my name as I tasted her pussy.
But that particular line of thought isn’t exactly doing anything to help my erection situation, so I push it away.
Besides, this isn’t most girls.
This isn’t any other girl.
Because for whatever reason, Hailey Garrison is different, and I’m okay with that. And after the night she’s had, there’s no way I could do anything without feeling like a major asshole.
“Goodnight, Dalton,” she murmurs sleepily, her breath coming slow and rhythmically against my chest.
“Night, darlin.”
22
Hailey
It’s dark when I wake up, confused.
Confused and very, very turned on.
The dream started with a kiss. But the kiss turned into something so much more as the passion and the heat whipped around us both like a storm. He was pulling at my clothes, tearing them like he couldn’t wait to get them off me; to see me.
Touching me, his hands slid between my legs and spread me wide. His mouth devoured my neck, my breasts, my nipples - going lower as I gasped and clawed at his back. I urged him on, feeling my body melt under his touch and his lips as he slid even lower, his tongue moving to-
And that’s when I wake, in his arms
Oh, right, I’m sharing a bed with Dalton Cole.
It’s just because it’s a boy in general, that’s all.
It’s not that it’s Dalton that’s got my nipples hard beneath my t-shirt, and my slit throbbing with heat between my legs.
No, it’s the feel of a body. It could be any body. It’s chemical; simple biology.
It’s not that Dalton has me utterly and completely turned on.
It was just a sex dream, and it’s not like I chose to have it, anyways.
I close my eyes, trying to will myself back to sleep. But the pressure and the heat are intense, and burning, and I’m still practically panting from the dream that left me so on edge.
I lay still, barely breathing and listening to the sound of his breaths.
God he feels good.
His strong, muscular arms hold my much smaller body against him, and I feel safe and just complete.
And still maddeningly turned on.
I take a deep breath, trying to center myself and trying to coax myself back into sleep. I shift, and then he does.
And that’s when I feel it.
Oh. My. God.
Dalton’s cock is rock hard, and it’s right against my ass.
And it’s big.
Like, really, really big.
It’s not like I’ve got much else to compare to in terms of feeling a penis against me like that. But…yeah, there’s no way he was stuffing in the underwear ad, let’s just say that.
He growls in his sleep, moving his hips.
Pushing against me.
His thick bulge nudges between my thighs. Before I can think about it, I’m slightly opening my legs, letting it just barely brush against my slit.
Oh…
There’s the feeling of electric current shivering through my body, sending pin-prickles to my fingers and my toes as I feel the full hardness of Dalton’s cock pressing against me there.
My breath is coming heavy and staggered as I hear him murmur again in his sleep. He moves his hips again, and this time his hands grab me tightly.
I briefly wonder if he’s having a dream like mine.
I wonder if his dream involves me.
His hand slowly slides up to my breast, and my breath catches as he cups it through my t-shirt. My nipple hardens under his palm, and I arch my body even more into him.
I’m on fire. My panties are soaking wet, and my body burns for…for…
For him.
There’s no denying it, or rationalizing it as science or biology. Not anymore. It’s Dalton that has me this hot, and there’s no running away from that plain and simple truth.
I’m moving back against him before I can stop myself, my body moving on its own accord. I bite my lip to silence the moan that threatens to tumble from my mouth, feeling his thick bulge rubbing slowly against me.
“Hailey.”
I freeze, his dark, husking voice right in my ear.
I quickly shut my eyes and pretend I’m asleep, as ridiculous as that is.
“I know you’re not sleepin’, darlin,” he drawls into my ear.
I bite my lip, feeling that hardness pressing against me. “Maybe.”
His lips brush across my ear, making me shiver. “Your dreams as good as mine?”
His voice is low and sleep-heavy right in my ear, sending shivers down my back. He’s awake, but his hand is still on my breast, his cock still rock hard between my legs.
And he doesn’t even pretend to make a move to change that.
“Maybe,” I breathe again, feeling my head spin at the feel of him against me.
“Hmm, and I wonder what we should do about that.”
His lips brush my ear again, this time nipping at the lobe.
Oh, God.
“We— we shouldn’t do anything about that,” I whisper quietly, trying not to
moan as he moves his hips against me yet again. His mouth drops to my neck, his stubble brushing my skin and making me pant.
“You sure about that?”
I answer before I can stop myself.
“No.”
He growls, and suddenly his hand is sliding up to cup my jaw. I gasp as he turns my head, and then his lips find mine, and I moan.
I’m lost in that kiss, turning my face into him. I whimper as his strong hands circle around me, pulling me tight against him and growling into my mouth as I kiss him back.
“Dalton-”
“Fuck, Hailey.”
His hand moves up to my breast again, palming it and teasing the nipple through the cotton. It slides down to my stomach, and my breath hitches as his hand slides lower, like in my dream. He slides it down over the front of my pajama pants, cupping my heat through them and rubbing me there, and I’m so wet for him.
“Very good dreams, I’d say,” he husks into my ear. He moves his mouth lower, and I gasp out loud as he bites my neck. His hand slides to the waist of my pajamas, his thumb hooking in as he starts to push them down.
I let him.
He slides them down to my thighs before his hand is right back between my legs, rubbing the front of my soaking wet panties. He growls as he feels the heat and the slickness there.
“Shit, darlin.”
I moan as he kisses me again, and I can feel him so hard against me. I reach back, and I can hear him groan as I run my fingers over the huge bulge in his boxers.
Oh my God.
He’s enormous, and my jaw actually drops as my fingers flit across the pulsing head through the material.
“Are you kidding me?” I whisper, my words punctuated by a moan as his finger slides against my seam through the panties.
“Does it feel like a joke?
Um, no.
Dalton moves me around, pulling me towards him until we’re face to face. I bring my other hand down between us, using both hands to stroke him as he growls, his fingers still between my thighs.
I’m shaking my head as his lips find my neck again, gasping as he kisses me there and strokes me between my legs. “What are we doing?” I moan. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You really want me to stop?”
His fingers push my panties to the side, and then they’re bare, right on me.
“Please don’t,” I whimper out.
He pushes a finger inside of me as he kisses me fiercely. I moan into his lips as I stroke him, feeling how big he is in his boxers.
I’ve got the famous Dalton Cole bulge in my hands - the one that was all over magazines and on billboards in cities across the country.
And I can definitively say, there is nothing stuffed about that bulge - oh no.
His fingers are still driving me insane as they stroke in and out of my wetness, but I want to feel him - I want to touch his skin. I push his t-shirt up over his abs, and as his hands leave me to yank it the rest of the way off, I slip both my hands into the front of his boxers and wrap my fingers around him.
We’re face to face, breathing each other’s breaths as my fingers trace and curl around his thick shaft.
“That’s…that’s not stuffing,” I whisper, biting my lip as my eyes find his in the dark.
“Not at all, and it’s all yours.”
His hand pushes back between my thighs, tugging my panties down before sliding his finger back inside of me.
“Shit that feels good, darlin.”
“It does?”
It hasn’t occurred to me until this very moment that I’ve never actually given a hand job.
“Yeah, it does,” he groans, the shadows at the hollow of his cheeks darkening as he clenches his jaw.
He reaches up and start to pull my t-shirt up, and I gasp as he leans in, suckling a hard pink nipple between his lips. He pushes a second finger alongside the first, filling me up and stroking against that perfect spot inside. I pull him out of his shorts, stroking him with both hands. I’m lost in it all, gasping for air and feeling the heat and the dark of the room crashing around me like a wave.
Dalton’s thumb brushes against my clit, circling it and making me cry out into his shoulder as my body starts to tumble.
God, I’m going to come.
I can feel myself start to fall, just like that time in the gym. I’m gasping for air, whimpering at the feel of his fingers on me - his lips and his tongue on my nipple. I can feel the huge cock in my hands throbbing, pulsing hot like it’s alive.
His thumb on my clit is so insistent, so teasing, and so demanding.
Just like him.
Just like this unstoppable, forbidden, and utterly wrong attraction.
His fingers drive in deep, and as his teeth graze across my nipple, I lose it.
I silence my cry against his chest, moaning into his skin and jerking his thick shaft as fast as I can as the orgasm tears through me. I’m lost, enveloped by him, consumed by him, and owned by him as he makes me come on his fingers for the second time.
His cock throbs hard in my hand like iron, and then he’s grunting as it pulses in my grasp. I gasp as I feel it so wet and hot and sticky across my stomach and my hands, and I keep stroking him while his fingers circle my clit again and again. My body convulses with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I gently sink my teeth into his skin, sucking in air.
Holy shit.
We stay like that, in silence, and I don’t know what to say, which is funny I guess since his fingers are still inside of me and my hands are still on his cock.
“Hang on.”
I frown, the uncertainty spiking inside of me. “Wait, where are you going?” There’s more panic in my voice than I want, and he must sense it, because he kisses me gently.
“One sec, darlin.”
He comes back from my bathroom a minute later, and I can’t help but grin as he slowly wipes my stomach and my arm clean with the warm washcloth.
Part of me wants to ask if he cleans up every girl he comes on, but I don’t.
“Dalton, we-”
“Shh,” he silences me with a kiss on my lips. “Hey red?”
I bite my lip, grinning at the way his eyes sparkle down into mine. “Yeah blondie?”
“Let’s just sleep, okay?”
“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” I whisper, pulling my panties back up. He kisses me again before tugging my shirt back down over my breasts.
I close my eyes as I move back against him like we were before, sleep pulling over me like a veil. And then I’m drifting off as he circles his arms around me.
23
Hailey
There are dreams that after you wake up from, become lost in the veil of awareness. Then, of course, there are others where you wake up, but you’re still in the dream.
That second one is me, right now. Only it’s not a dream anymore.
I am very much awake, and in bed with Dalton, after the single hottest night of my life.
Holy crap.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest as I blink, fully taking it all in. I’m still in his arms, still only wearing panties and a t-shirt, and still tingling from the earth-shattering orgasm of the night before.
Right, the one Dalton Cole gave me, right before I stroked his legendary cock to completion on my skin.
Yeah, this is very much not a dream.
He stirs behind me, his breath teasing warm across the back of my neck as his arms flex, moving to circle me tighter and his lips trail over my shoulder.
“Hey,” he murmurs, lazily stretching behind me.
“Hi.”
I’m awkward, and frozen, and suddenly at a loss for what to say. And I shouldn’t be, but I am.
I turn toward him, biting my lip. He’s still shirtless, laid out in my bed with just a sheet slung over his body. Sunlight streams across his skin, and he grins at me. Those twinkling eyes, those dimples, that handsome, chiseled line of his jaw.
Jesus he’s unfairly good loo
king.
I’m clutching the sheet to myself, and he grins. “Well, look who suddenly got bashful.”
I blush. “It’s- it’s different.”
“How?” His grin widens.
I chew on my lip. “The sun’s out.”
Dalton laughs. “Are we vampires or something?”
“No, Dalton-” I take a breath, rolling my eyes. It’s just-”
What, it’s just that now we can see what we’ve done? We’re not half-asleep and it’s obvious what happened shouldn’t have now that the lights are shed on it?
Or is that I’m still hanging onto my own ridiculous idea that I’m “just experimenting”? Is it that I’m still telling myself that all of this is just “biology” and “trying something new” with a well-versed instructor?
Maybe.
Except I don’t have the foggiest idea how to say that to Dalton. Because even Dalton doesn’t deserve that. Even epic manwhore, king of the campus, freaking underwear model Dalton Cole deserves more than that from me.
“Look, I just-”
“Hey, kiddo!”
I actually jump at the sound of my dad’s voice from downstairs.
“Shit!” I hiss, scrambling out of bed as I hear footsteps coming up the back staircase.
“You up, Hails?”
I’m yanking sweatpants up my legs as I whirl and look at Dalton.
He’s grinning.
God, of course he’s grinning. Of course he’s still shirtless, and carefree, and laying in Coach Garrison’s daughter’s bed like this is no big deal.
“Dalton!” I hiss.
“What?”
“You need to go!” My eyes are wide and my pulse racing in my veins as I stare at him like he’s insane.
He looks around, furrowing his brow. “Go where, exactly, darlin?”
“Away!” I’m ducking my face in front of the mirror on my wall, pushing the tangles of hair out of my face.
I turn back to see him shrug and look around. “I mean, what do you want me to do, click my heels three times?”
“Dalton!”
I scowl as he slips out of bed, that cut, chiseled body of his uncoiling like some sort of jungle cat. “There’s one door, darlin. You want me to hold it open for Coach on the way out?”
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