“Sunshine,” he breathed, “once I start touching you, I won’t be able to stop. I want you, not just your heart, but that beautiful body under me, those perfect pink lips on me, and those stunning eyes watching me while I take you.” A shiver raced across my skin, and my heart flipped with excitement.
Taking a deep breath, I boldly stepped forward and ran my hand down his loosened, silver tie. “Then promise me that,” I softly begged him.
His hands rose to my face and he held me steady, searching my eyes for no more than a moment. Obviously satisfied with whatever he saw there, his lips descended on mine, soft, gentle, and teasing at first, before becoming more demanding. There were no fireworks, the world around us simply ceased to exist. There was nothing more than me and Dillon, his soft warm lips caressing mine. It wasn’t tender or sweet; it was a kiss born out of desperation for all the right reasons, and just like Dillon had assured me, my knees went weak. His tongue demanded entrance and my lips parted to gladly invite him in, and just as the kiss deepened, Dillon suddenly pulled away.
“I promise,” he managed with a deep, lust filled voice. “Hell, yes, I promise.” He turned and just about dragged me down the short hallway to my room. Kicking the door shut behind us, we were cast into darkness until Dillon flicked on the light switch. He prowled towards me, desire and need clearly evident in his hungry gaze.
“Where is the zipper for this?” he asked as his eyes looked over my dress. I raised an arm and slid the hidden zipper down, my gaze nervously darting to the light switch. I didn’t want him undressing me in the light, I didn’t want him to see all my flaws. “Don’t be shy, Sunshine, I’ve been dreaming of this moment.” When I held the dress tight, stopping him from peeling it from my body, he paused. With his intense gaze on mine, he finally spoke. “Don’t move,” he ordered before leaving the room.
I didn’t move, couldn’t move. My entire body was frozen in a state of perpetual need which warred violently with anxiety. Dillon reappeared a moment later, carrying Eli’s Spiderman night light. He found a vacant socket behind the bedside table and quickly flicked the lamp on before turning the switch on the wall off. Shutting the door he turned to face me once more. The room was now shrouded in a subtle red and blue hue, plenty of thick shadows to hide my insecurities.
“Better?” he whispered, as he approached me again. I nodded, unable to speak. “We’ll work up to lights on, because, Annie, I need to see this beautiful body I’ve been dreaming about for so long.”
Dillon gently pried my hands away from my dress, squeezing my wrists as he placed them at my side. Then he nudged the dress off my shoulders, the weight of the rhinestones pulling it to the floor. I was left standing in a simple black lace bra and matching panties, one of my only matching sets, mind you, and a pair of strappy black heels that Rebecca had loaned me. Dillon’s hungry gaze took me in.
“You’re fucking stunning, sweetheart. The real thing is even better than my vivid imagination could dream up.”
The honest awe in his face and words blew away some of my insecurities. Standing almost naked before Dillon while he still wore his suit felt sensual and erotic. I reached up to loosen his tie further, dragging it from his neck. Then I shoved his jacket from his shoulders before I began working on the buttons of his shirt. Distracted by Dillon’s hands, which began to trace the lines and curves of my body, I fumbled with the last button. I sighed as I finally pulled the dress shirt from his pants and he thankfully shrugged it off his body. That immaculate, smooth chest I had seen in the hotel bathroom only two short weeks ago was now mine to touch. And touch I did, my hands reveling in the warmth that radiated from his skin. Dillon leaned forward and kissed my shoulder before crossing to the opposite shoulder and did the same before deftly reaching around my back and unclasping the hook. The lacy fabric fell to the floor, leaving me more exposed than I had been a long time. When I would have brought my hands up to cover myself, Dillon held them steady at my side and leaned forward to take my lips in a passionate kiss. The kiss vanquished all nerves and a rough, calloused hand at my buttocks drew me up against the hard length of his body. His erection pressed unashamedly through his pants against my stomach. Dillon began to walk me backwards, and I could do nothing but obey. When his hand gently pressed me to the bed, I went willingly, our lips breaking apart as Dillon’s hand urged me down to the soft mattress.
Dillon stood at the end of the bed and simply watched me as I lay there, my forearms holding me up so I could see him clearly. Just when I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with his study of me, Dillon’s hands dropped to his belt buckle and began slowly removing it. I had never experienced anything so erotic. Intimacy with Phillip had always been fast and furious, almost desperate. Dillon’s slow and careful seduction was so passionate and intense it had my lady parts throbbing with need. I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to give that warm part of me some reprieve.
“Allow me,” Dillon murmured with a smile, his pants dropping to the floor. No underwear. I swallowed the groan that threatened to escape and watched as he knelt on the bed. One big, warm hand rested on my knee and gently nudged it aside. I felt the heat flare in my cheeks as Dillon spread me until his much larger body was able to fit between my thighs. “I’m gonna try and go slow,” he said roughly. “But, to be honest, sweetheart, if I don’t get inside you soon, I am going to unman myself in front of you.” That dragged a small smile from me, my nerves pushed aside for a moment. “You like that thought?” Dillon wondered with a grin.
“Stop playing with me. You made a promise.”
Desire flared in his eyes. “Damn straight I did. Just lie back and let me love you, Annie.”
With a breathless sigh, mostly over the mention of the ‘L’ word, I lay back. Long fingers curled under the sides of my panties, and with an agonizing and deliberate slowness, he dragged them down my legs, carefully removing my heels before throwing the scrap of material aside. Pushing my legs further apart, Dillon’s gaze dropped to the triangle of hair between my thighs, and I silently thanked Rebecca and Ella’s first date gift at the waxing salon. Before I had a chance to be embarrassed, Dillon leaned forward and kissed my soft stomach, while long skillful fingers slid through the wet heat between my legs. Open mouthed kisses trailed up my stomach and eventually his lips slid over one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth while his fingers rubbed slow, leisurely circles around my clit before sliding down into my wetness and then dragging it back up to the tight bundle of nerves. I couldn’t stop my back from arching, thrusting my breasts forward into Dillon’s greedy mouth. Moving to the other breast, he sucked and licked at the nipple, one long finger now slipping inside my body until it was buried to the knuckle. With one last kiss, he moved from my breast and trailed more kisses along my collarbone, neck, and finally to one corner of my lips.
“You’re so fucking wet and smooth, so hot.” His finger slipped in and out of me, and my hips moved hungrily for more.
With a hand behind his neck, I pulled him down for a kiss. Dillon obliged, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth, mimicking the movement of his wicked finger. When I reached one hand down to grab his thick, firm cock, we both groaned at the contact. He was so large and smooth. My thumb gathered a small bead of wetness from the tip and massaged it into the velvety head. Dillon only allowed me a few firm strokes before he pulled away. The loss of his body over mine and the fullness of his fingers inside me drew a groan of protest from my lips. Dillon ignored me as he leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his discarded dress pants. When reappeared, he was tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth.
“Presumptuous much,” I panted with a small smile.
“A guy can only hope, and I can’t wait any longer,” he practically growled as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. “I’ve waited too damn long. I need to be inside you.” Moving with a little desperation now, Dillon’s body was soon covering mine again, his big hand pushing my thighs wider to allow him entry to my body. “I p
romise to go slow, so I don’t hurt you,” he whispered.
His words chipped away a little more of the wall I’d built up around my heart and tears gathered in my eyes. Dillon’s gaze didn’t stray from mine as he began to carefully thrust and retreat from my body, a hypnotic rhythm that dragged my wetness along the length of him, making his careful entry into my neglected central loving station smooth and pain free. I smiled a little at the thought of my central loving station, an affectionate term Rebecca had coined for our lady parts.
“What’s that smile for?” Dillon whispered.
Not wanting to bring attention to the fact I was thinking of a friend during one of the single most erotic moments of my life, I shook my head and raised my lips to his. Dillon obliged, kissing me soundly. His relentless, slow movement bordered on torturous and sent my thoughts into a chaotic mess. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so full and tight. Once Dillon was fully seated inside me, we both breathed out a long sigh and laughed at the simultaneous response the intimate connection drew from us.
Dillon’s forehead rested against mine. “This is where I fantasized about being, right here, on you, in you.”
My eyes fluttered shut, the feeling and emotion sweeping through my body caused the walls within my damp heat to inadvertently squeeze him. Dillon groaned loudly before pressing a kiss to my eyelids, then he began to move. In and out, long, slow, sure strokes that stoked the fire within me. My heart hammered hard and fast, and my skin prickled with awareness. I wrapped my legs around Dillon’s waist, a silent command for more and he didn’t disappoint. Pushing himself onto his arms, Dillon began to thrust a little harder, jarring me with a sensual force that drew a whimper from my lips. For a split second, I was conscious of my untoned body moving under him, but all insecurities were thrown out the door the moment he leaned down and sucked my nipple into the warm confines of his mouth. His strong hands lifted my thighs a little higher, and he began moving faster and deeper. Crossing to my neglected nipple, he drew it into his mouth and sucked hard, his teeth barely capturing the taut bud which began to push me towards a climax.
Throbbing almost painfully between my thighs, I panted loudly. “Dillon.”
“Right with you, sweetheart,” he murmured from my breast.
With one more pull on my nipple, I exploded. I couldn’t hold back the long groan, my back arching and hips rising towards his with the power of my release. Dillon leaned forward and swallowed the gasp from my mouth, his own body shaking as he surged forward with one final thrust before his own climax forced his movements to short, shallow bursts.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”
Finally, he stopped moving, and I seemed to float down from my orgasm and slide back into my body. Lingering twitches reminded me we were still intimately connected as Dillon carefully lowered his weight on top of me.
“Sweetheart, I’m never going to be able to let you go now,” he whispered in my ear. I sighed, his words melting any lingering resistance my heart might have had. All too soon he levered himself off my body. “Let me get rid of this,” he murmured, sliding the condom off and tying it in a knot.
He disappeared out of the room, returning a few moments later. I hadn’t moved, my body too blissed out and content to even slide under the sheets. Dillon slipped in alongside me, leaning over to turn off the nightlight. I didn’t get the chance to consider if he was a post-orgasmic cuddler. Dillon simply gathered me into his arms and pulled me up against his body.
“I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but this is the most right I’ve felt in a long time.”
I snuggled into him, my face pressed into the arch of his neck. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt like this before,” I declared.
“Not even with . . .” Dillon didn’t say his name, and I was grateful. There was no room for those bad memories in this bed any longer.
I shook my head. “Not even then. It was different. I was younger, maybe a little infatuated with the idea of love and marriage. This . . . this feels stronger. It just feels more.” Dillon’s fingers ran up and down my back, petting me into a restful state.
“That’s because this is more,” he whispered.
I don’t know if there was any more whispered words, my mind drifted into a satiated sleep, my body warm, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt safe.
*
When I woke, the room was still heavy with shadow, only a sliver of morning light penetrated the curtains. Dillon’s slow steady breathing from beside me brought images of the night before rushing through my mind. We were wound together amongst the sheets so tightly I couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. I smiled at the delicate throb between my legs. It had been more than a while since I had been loved so thoroughly, and my body ached in a familiar, yet at the same time, foreign way. A desperate twisting in my bladder reminded me of what had drawn me from sleep and I carefully disentangled myself from Dillon. Uncomfortable walking around the apartment naked, even if there was no one else here, I grabbed a pair of threadbare cotton sweats and an old t-shirt. After taking care of business, I washed my hands and smiled at the well-loved and disheveled woman who stared back at me from the mirror. My worry and fear was still there, lingering in the background, but I felt less desperate and calmer. As soon as Dillon woke, I was telling him everything. No matter what the repercussions, I knew Dillon could keep us safe. I couldn’t believe I had hesitated in telling him. Now, with everything in perspective, I knew Dillon had not only the desire to protect me and Eli, but he had the means. I don’t know why I had ever doubted that for even a moment. With a sigh, I tucked my hair behind my ears and tiptoed back out into the hallway. My gaze lingered on the door to my room, my heart urging me to crawl back into the warm bed with Dillon, but I knew I would never fall back to sleep. I was an early bird by nature and rarely slept past sunrise. My tossing and turning would eventually wake Dillon, so I moved down the hall and into the living room, leaving Dillon to rest. Shadows clung to the room and I pushed the curtain wide open, allowing the slow rising light of day to spread through the apartment. I cleaned the somewhat clean living room and tinkered around the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients to bake cupcakes. Gathering the plastic liner in the garbage bin, I tied it off and pulled it free. I slid back the locks on the door and peeked outside, eyeing the length of the quiet hall in both directions before moving out of the safety of my home. The garbage shoot was at the end of the hall, only a short walk, but it felt like miles. There were two lights, one to my left and one to my right, though there was a considerable length of carpet between them. Shaking off my foolish nerves, I pushed my door further open and quickly walked down the hall. I placed the full bag of rubbish in the shoot and turned back for my open door, pausing when I noticed a candy bar wrapper on the floor beside the shoot. I grabbed it, not sure if it had been mine or someone else’s, and shoved it in with the rest of the trash. This time when I went to turn, I was stopped by a large hand on my shoulder. Before I had time to panic, my head was slammed into the wall and tiny dark dots flooded my vision. My body was sluggish as I struggled to push away from the wall, but something large and hard pinned me so tight I could only manage a pathetic squirm.
“You’ve got two days, bitch,” a voice growled in my ear, “then you’re paying, one way . . .” His hips pressed against my buttocks and the rigid length of his manhood propelled me into a place I knew well—panic! “Or another, and keep your mouth shut. We know who your boyfriend is, and if you so much as whisper a word, the deal’s off, and you or your son will pay the price,” he finished just as I found my voice and screamed.
It was one of those screams that left you hoarse and made everyone in the surrounding vicinity sit up and take note. A body crashed into me and my head hit the wall hard, bringing an abrupt end to my scream. I was shoved harder against the wall before the body disappeared and I slid to the ground, my head throbbing and heart pounding painfully hard in my chest. I
vaguely noticed a door bang somewhere to my side at the same time I heard the rapid thump of footsteps coming from the opposite direction. I didn’t know friend from foe and when a hand grabbed my arm, I screamed again.
“Annie!” Gentle hands gripped my cheeks. “Annie!” Dillon yelled again, kneeling beside me in the hall. My scream faded away, and I struggled to catch my breath. “Stay,” he commanded, and it was then I noticed he was carrying a gun. He moved past me and headed to the fire escape, which made me scramble to my feet.
“Dillon,” I yelled, not wanting him out of my sight.
“I’m just taking a peek, baby. Stay there.” He pulled the door open and raised his gun, ducking inside for no longer than a few seconds. When he reappeared, he moved towards me fast, his grey eyes intense with worry. He pulled me into his arms, and I barely noticed the wary faces peeking outside their doors. “Annie, we need to get inside, I’m not decent.”
My gaze dropped down the length of his naked body, and somewhere in the back of my mind I felt a pang of embarrassment on his behalf. Dillon, though, didn’t seem as bothered, not even attempting to protect his modesty as he held his head high and walked us back to my apartment.
“Eli,” I said with a rough voice as Dillon pulled the door closed behind us.
“He’s not here, Sunshine. Eli’s safe.”
I shook my head. “Please, check on him. Please.”
He nodded, not really understanding my reason but understanding my need. He disappeared into the bedroom and came back a moment later, his mobile phone held between his shoulder and ear as he hopped one leg at a time into his pants from the night before.
“Charlie, sorry to wake you, buddy, but Annie just wanted to check on Eli.” He paused a moment and with his free arm, he pulled me against his chest. “No, somebody attacked Annie in the hallway in front of her apartment.” I felt him shake his head. “She’s okay. How’s Eli?” Another pause. “Thank you. Once he’s up, maybe you could bring him home. I think she just needs to see him.” He hung up and wrapped both his arms around me. “Eli’s fine, fast asleep in bed. Jax and Ella are there also; they stayed the night. Jax and Charlie fell asleep on the couch playing Xbox. Eli is in bed with Rebecca. I need to call the police, Annie.”
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