Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut

by Kim Jones

  “Fuck, baby. You are gonna kill me,” Luke said through his teeth. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder and watched as his eyes darkened at the sight of me fingering myself. He stroked his long shaft slowly, squeezing it tightly as he palmed my ass, gripping it roughly. I slid my finger from inside me and begin rubbing my clit, hitting just the right spot that I knew would have me coming within minutes. Luke placed his left hand on the small of my back and moved to the side. With his right hand, he slapped the part of me that my finger had been only minutes before and I moaned loudly into the covers. It wasn’t too hard, but as he progressed it got more and more intense. By the time the fifth or sixth slap came around, I was crying out from my orgasm and it had me shaking the whole bed. I swirled my fingers around my clit, furthering the orgasm for as long as possible. Luke’s hand was replaced by his cock as he rammed into me in one stroke. His hands gripped my ass as he spread me open and continued to drive into me.

  “You are so fucking tight. That pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock. I love watching it slide in and out of you,” he chanted these lines to me like a mantra, over and over. He would fuck me hard for a few moments, then pull back and move slowly while he said dirty things to me in that voice that was so feral and dark. I was motionless before him. I lay with my face in the covers-my newest favorite position-while he drove in and out of me for what could have been hours. I was lost in a sea of ecstasy; all I could do was feel. I couldn’t move, or think, or talk. The most he got out of me was a moan that now turned to grunts because they took less energy. I could feel the way Luke’s body tightened when he was about to come, but each time, he would slow down and let the sensation die so he could continue. I managed to find my voice and make it loud and clear enough for him to comprehend.

  “You have to stop,” I said, afraid if he didn’t, I would probably pass out. I had done that before. He didn’t answer, he just shifted and the new angle brought a new sensation. He quickened the pace and deepened the strokes and my voice was found when I cried out his name, while having my last orgasm of the night.

  Chapter 7

  Dallas

  “I can’t work these fucking things.” I heard Luke mumble. He had my foot in his hand and was struggling to remove my boot. I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I must have fallen asleep and Luke must have rolled me over. I propped myself up on my elbows, no easy task, and looked down at him.

  “There is a zipper on the back, baby.”

  “Well hello there, beautiful,” he said, forgetting the boot and climbing over me. I fell back on the bed and let him cover me with his body.

  “Were you trying to take my clothes off, Mr. Carmical?” I asked, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled down at me then leaned in and kissed me sweetly.

  “Well, my incredibly kinky woman passed out on me and I didn’t want one of her heels to wind up in my back during the night, so I thought I would remove them.”

  “Well, my incredibly talented man sucks at removing my boots.” Luke smoothed my hair off my face and took a moment to just stare at me.

  “I have to go away for a few days, baby.” I stilled at his words. “The club has a lead on Frankie and things may get a little messy. I need you here. It’s the only place that I can keep you safe.”

  “I don’t want you to go,” I whispered to him, running my hand down his face.

  He leaned down, bringing his forehead to mine, “I don’t want to go, but I have to.” We laid there for a while, enjoying the closeness between us. If Luke left and something happened to him, I would be lost. Just the scent of him comforted me.

  “I can’t make it without you, Luke. You are my rock,” I said, breaking the silence.

  “Nothing is going to happen, baby. I’ll be back in no time. You won’t even miss me,” he said smiling.

  “What will I do while you are gone?” I asked, sounding much like Logan. Luke kissed the tip of my nose and got off the bed, kneeling in front of me, once again, to remove my boots.

  “Tomorrow morning, I’m gonna take you to your office. There are some things you need to get up to speed on, I’m sure. I want you to clear your schedule for another two weeks, to be on the safe side. My guys have kept an eye on the place for you and Lindsey is doing a fine job at running things. The problem in Tupelo has been handled. The family that you thought was trashing your place moved out three months ago. Frankie forced them to leave, got one of his goons to trash the place, in hopes that you would come up there.” Luke paused to look up from his task. I was now sitting on the bed, my boots off and my pants around my ankles.

  “How do you know all of this?” I was acting like Luke’s puppet as he removed my pants, pulled me to my feet, removed my shirt and led me to the bathroom.

  “It’s what I do, baby. You were not in any state to make decisions, so I helped you. Is that okay?” I stood inside the bathroom and stared in shock at Luke. Was it okay? My first reaction was to slap him. Who did he think he was, handling my shit without asking me? After further thought, I figured that I should probably kiss Luke for treating my problems as his problems.

  “It’s fine. Thank you.” That answer seemed to make him happy.

  “Good. Let’s shower.”

  Showers with Luke are like mornings with Luke-perfect. He always lets me stand under the water first and I never have to bathe myself. It seems I am always post-orgasmic and weak when we shower, and tonight is no different. Luke positions me under the water and begins washing my hair, letting me lean back against him so he can support my weight. Maybe it was the way he touched me, or the way he smelled. Maybe it was the growing erection that was pressed against the top of my ass, or the way his kneading fingers felt in my hair. Whatever it was had me craving the feel of him inside me, again.

  I turned to face him, my hair full of suds from the citrus smelling shampoo, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled his face close to mine and kissed him hard. He was surprised by my actions, but gave in and opened his mouth-mirroring the movements of my tongue with his own. I tried to think of Luke and the hardness that was wedged between us, but my thoughts kept returning to Linda and the way her eyes held me as she brought herself to ecstasy. The mere thought of her thrilled me, so I pushed my guilt and embarrassment to the side, and enjoyed the excitement the thought of her brought me.

  “Fuck me,” I said to Luke, breaking our kiss and breathing heavy before him. Without hesitation, Luke grabbed my legs, wrapping them around him and pushed me against the wall of the shower. The way Luke kissed me was like he hadn’t been with me for days. His hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair as he crushed his body to mine. He tilted my head and kissed me hard and deep, making me dizzy from the taste of him.

  “I haven’t even left and I miss you already. I swear, Dallas, I don’t want to live without you. I would be a waste of air and space if I didn’t have you by my side. You drive me fucking crazy. I love everything about you. I love the way you fit in my arms. I love the way you taste, smell… I love how you touch me. I love how much you make me feel like a man. You possess me, Dallas.”

  I closed my eyes and inhaled him. His scent slid down the back of my throat, allowing me to taste him. Just the smell of his breath was magical. He smelled like a mixture of cologne, man, and Luke. As he spoke, it washed over me and I couldn’t imagine a life without him either. Everything he said to me was a reflection of my feelings for him. The feeling was heart stopping, stomach flipping, head throbbing, amazing. I loved feeling him pressed up against me, nothing between us-no clothes or space, only a few drops of water that had managed to slide down when our rhythmic breathing allowed it.

  “Don’t go,” I said, my eyes still shut, my mouth speaking against his.

  “I have to go. I will come back though, and I’ll never leave you again.” he said, the need for understanding in his voice so strong and evident that I would have agreed to anything he said.

  “Make love to me.” I stilled at the sound of my o
wn words. I had never asked that of Luke. I had never asked that of anyone. My mind didn’t have long to ponder on it, because no sooner than the words were out of my mouth, Luke had the water off and was stepping out of the shower.

  Memories of our first night together came flooding back. I stood in awe this time, at the man who carefully dried me, just as he had done the first night I met him, in this very bathroom. He paused for only a second, long enough to wrap a towel around his long, thick frame. Many people say they don’t believe someone can fall in love overnight. Looking at Luke now, I don’t know how I made it through the ride home without knowing he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sometimes, I guess, you just know.

  Luke drying me this time was slightly different. Everywhere he touched me with the towel; he touched me with his mouth. It was like he was marking his territory, or apologizing to my skin for letting something other than his mouth caress it. From the backs of my knees to the bends in my elbows, I felt a tingle from where his lips had been. Then he dropped to his knees before me and lifted my leg so that he could kiss my foot. I leaned back on the counter, raising my ass slightly so I could sit on the edge as I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, inviting him in. Once his tongue touched the sweet spot between them, I leaned back further, using my elbows to hold me up as I watched him kiss me. His ocean blue eyes never left mine as I moaned softly at the intimacy and the pleasure his skilled mouth gave me. His tongue felt like satin against my smooth, wet skin. It was unhurried and soft, bringing me to the edge of an earth shattering orgasm, but not quite enough to push me over. The tension was building and my elbows became shaky as my muscles loosened, preparing my body for something that I knew would never happen at the pace he was going.

  Luke had that eerie ability to read my thoughts and body, because just when I thought to move myself in a more comfortable position, he stopped. I watched as he expertly removed my legs from his shoulders and pulled me to him. I now stood above him on shaky knees as he made his way up my body, kissing everything in his path until his lips found mine. I could taste myself on him as he began massaging my tongue in the same manner he had my now throbbing pussy. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed slightly, breaking our kiss and dropping to my knees in the small space that had formed between us. I jerked the towel from around Luke’s waist. My intentions were to go slow as he had, but the need for me to taste him overpowered.

  My hand found his shaft and guided his thickness into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness from the bead that had formed on the head of his large cock and tightened my grip, hoping to force another drop from him to satisfy my growing need. I ran my tongue over the tip, sucking lightly on the head, trying to calm my beating heart. I looked up at his face to see his jaw taunt. I knew he was attempting to control the involuntary jerking of his hips, as his hands fisted in my hair and gave me a slight push. I opened my throat to him, and removing my hand, let him glide into my mouth, until he touched the back of my throat. He growled with pleasure as he forced himself in and out of my mouth. My hands found my breasts and began to massage my hardened nipples, causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through me. I refrained from touching anywhere else; afraid that the monumental orgasm that was forming inside me would be wasted at the expense of my own hands and not from Luke’s massive cock. His pace quickened as he watched my fingers roll my taunt, pink nipples between them. With a grunt of what I could only assume was frustration, Luke pulled out of my mouth and reached his hands out to mine. I grabbed them and let him pull me from the floor. We were both on the verge of release, but knew it would be so much better if he were inside me when it happened.

  He led me to the bed, and gave me a gentle push so that I was on my back in front of him. He positioned himself between my legs and with gentle ease, slid inside me.

  “Damn, baby,” he whispered into my neck. I moaned in agreement as he filled me, my walls tightening around him. “Tell me you love me, beautiful.” His mouth sucked softly at my neck and his breath cooled the wetness, causing my body to tremble from the sensation.

  “I love you, Luke. It will always be you.” At my confession, his lips found mine and he kissed me deep, as his hips drove into me, filling me with that wondrous sensation over and over. His love making was so intense, so intimate, and I felt so desired that I felt a single tear escape my eye as I came around him. As Luke stilled inside me, flooding me with his own release, I knew that my place in this world was right here with him. I would never want or desire another person other than him. He would be leaving tomorrow and the emptiness inside started to grow, even as he lay on top of me. I could still feel his cock pulsating inside me, and I silently wondered if this was the last time that I would ever feel him. What if something happened to him? What if Frankie and his goons caught Luke off guard and hurt him?

  “Babe,” Luke said in the darkness, pulling me away from my thoughts.

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re thinking too hard again. Everything is going to be fine. There is no way that I wouldn’t come back for a chance to be inside you like this again. I’ll come back to you, and when I do, you will never have to be away from me again.” Luke smoothed my damp hair off of my forehead and kissed me. “I just wanna hold you, baby. I love having you in my arms.”

  I kissed him softly on the lips as a response and let him readjust us in the bed. I fell into a deep sleep cradled in his arms, something I would miss most when he was gone.

  I had an eerie feeling someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a mess of blonde hair on top of the most precious little tanned face I had ever seen.

  “I want some cereal,” Logan demanded, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. I smiled at him, honored that it was me he asked to fix his breakfast. “I didn’t want to wake up Uncle Luke and if I asked Nanny, she would make me wait for everybody else. I want the remote first.” Well, there went my hopes of thinking it was me he wanted over everyone else. I was just convenient. At this point, I would take what I could get.

  “Cereal it is,” I said, touching the tip of his nose with my finger. I tried to slide out of bed, but Luke tightened his grip, holding me back.

  “Did someone say cereal?” his husky voice asked from behind me. He sat up and leaned over me so that he could look at Logan. “How about I make us all breakfast and we can lay in here and watch cartoons, so we don’t wake the whole house up?” Logan didn’t hesitate, as he crawled into the bed and wedged his way in between Luke and I. My eyes met Luke’s as I moved over to give Logan some room and he shrugged his shoulders, as if this was something Logan did often.

  “You’re naked,” Logan informed me, and I had never been as embarrassed in my life, as I was in that moment. I blushed and looked to Luke for support, but he just threw his head back and laughed. “Can you hand me the remote?” Logan seemed unaffected by my nudeness. It was as if he saw naked women all the time, which made me a little uneasy.

  “Please,” Luke said, scolding him.

  “Can you hand me the remote, please?” Logan clarified, looking at me with those big blue eyes and holding his tiny, little hand out. I looked over at the side of the bed and saw that the stand next to it no longer housed the remote. It was lying on the floor about three feet from it. Fabulous.

  “I’ll get it,” Luke said, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of shorts. He reached into one of the dresser drawers and tossed me a black t-shirt with a wink. I don’t know how, but I managed to slide the shirt over me, using the sheet to cover myself, without exposing anymore of me to Logan’s innocent eyes.

  “Shorts, please,” I said to Luke as he bent to kiss my hair and toss the remote to Logan. He smiled and shook his head, but retrieved me a pair of oversized basketball shorts of his to wear.

  Thirty minutes later, an older lady whom I could only guess was the nanny arrived to find Luke, Logan and myself piled up in the bed, drinking the chocolate milk from our Cocoa Pebbles and watching Looney Tunes.r />
  “Morning, Nanny,” Luke said to the lady who was shaking her head in the doorway.

  “I have looked all over this house for your little ass this morning,” she said, wagging her finger at Logan.

  “Well, ya found me,” he said, not at all fazed by her chastisement.

  “Come on, you have to get ready for school.” School?

  “What day is it?” I asked no one in particular.

  “Monday,” Logan replied, slurping the last little bit of his chocolate milk from his bowl.

  “Oh my God. Monday?” I said, looking over at Luke, who was looking at me with an eyebrow cocked.

  “That’s what I said. I’m in first grade. My teacher is nice, and she tells me I’m her favorite.” Nanny huffed from the door.

  “So, that’s why you get a paddling every day and a note sent home?”

  “Yep.” I looked down at Logan to see he had not taken his eyes off the T.V..

  “Come on, Logan. We are gonna be late.” Nanny moved her little robust body into the room, taking our bowls from us and leaving.

  “My cartoon ain’t even over!” Logan whined.

  “Logan,” Luke warned, giving him a look that made even me shiver.

  “I’m going,” he huffed and scrambled out of the bed to find Nanny.

  “I love that kid. My mom says he acts just like me when I was that age.” At the mention of Luke’s mother, a warm sensation engulfed me.