Fostering Love (The Soul Sisters Series Book 1) (19 page)

Jessie was right, there was a fateful presentation but as usual with my life, it wasn’t the answer it was the fucking problem itself.

“What are you doing here, how did you find me and how did you get in?” I ask dumping my bags.

“People were worried Dalton, you can’t just take off.  Barbara is stressed, Neely is ready to kill someone and you’re looking at one of the potential candidates on her hit list,” he replies.

Looking at the ceiling for some kind of inspiration for a moment I say “That doesn’t explain why you’re here, how you found me and what the fuck you’re doing in my room.”  I make it clear with my beat tone how unimpressed I am right now.

“There are ways to a find a person if you have the means and I’m here because I’m worried too,” he’s trying to remain patient and I can tell he’s not happy with my tone.

“There is no way Jessie just let you in here, did you break in?”

“Needs must and once again, I have the means to do that.”

“Well here’s a time saver, you’ve seen I’m OK, so now you can leave,” I head to the door, open and it and make a gesture for him to walk through it.  He gets up off my bed and unfolds himself and all of a sudden the room feels crowded.  He ambles over to the door and at the last second when I think he’s about to walk through it he grabs it, slams it shut and then pushes me against it. 

Damn, he’s fast.

“And once again you find yourself backed into a corner Dalton,” he says quietly looking down at me, his eyes roving over my face taking in my features.  All I can do is shudder and stare back at him, I’m terrified. I know what I’m feeling and I don’t think I have the resistance to push away from him again.  Jessie’s words once again hit me about how solutions present themselves when they’re ready.

“Why are you here Jonas?  You’ve got enough going on,” I ask.

“We don’t talk about
that
.
She
isn’t part of this right now.”  Neither of us has moved from our original positions, we’re both steadfast in a standoff but I love the way he makes me feel cornered.  It’s like he’s conveying his mood and demands without having to say them.

“Dalton give me the night to show you,” he says.

“Show me?  Show me what?”

“Show you me, the real me.   The man I’ve always wanted you to see.”  I’m worried he’s serious about this because my resistance is wavering. 

A gasp leaves me and my eyes must look like they’re about to bug out of my head.  I nibble my teeth over my lips taking nervous little bites; it’s something I do when I’m at a decision crossroads.  His tongue slips out of his mouth and he licks his lips, his eyes change to his angry eyes and it’s then that I realize they’re not angry at all and never have been. 

It’s a look of desire, steel and passion. 

Fucking hell, all these years he was never angry with me, he just wanted me.

“Say yes to me.  One night,” he pleads.  Instead of saying yes I lean up on to my toes and edge forward and place a kiss on his lips.  I’m doing it slowly in case I’ve missed things and my brain is making up what is happening here.  He doesn’t return the kiss so I back off and resume my position against the door.

“Again,” he says this like a demand.  So I lean forward a second time and kiss him again, only this time leaving my lips on his a little longer and they feel lush and soft, again I lean back against the door and look at him.

“Good Dalton.  Open those lips a little bit, show me the tip of your tongue.”  I do this and he leans forward and touches the very tip of his tongue to mine with a quick wiggle and then moves back.  “Kiss me Dalton.  Let me feel your pretty tongue in my mouth.”  It’s another demand but one I can go with.  I lean forward and lick his lips before they part enough for me to take control of the kiss.  He’s letting me get into it and learn what he feels like.  After a while, he’s still calm and collected and I’m trying to speed things up because I’m getting more convinced by my decision to see what one night could feel like.  Paranoia washes over me though because he doesn’t appear to be getting into it with me, so I stop.

“Dalton, I know what I like and I need you to be able to give it to me.”  I’m not following him at all, I’m trying to give it to him.

“Don’t you want this anymore? Am I not doing things right?” I ask hesitantly because the wrong answer could pretty much kill me.

“Far from it.  I want you in every way and you’re going to give it to me.  I need you to let me take you Dalton, I need you to let me be
me
tonight. We’ve got all night and I plan on using it, but I want to own you and I want to take what should have been mine for all these years.”

I know he’s asking for permission for something, but I’m not sure what.  Searching his face doesn’t give me the answers and he’s still got me cornered by the door and I know I’m trembling.

“Do I scare you Dalton?  I won’t hurt you.  I’ll let you feel what’s really inside me and I’ll show you what I’ve needed from you for so long.”

“I’m not scared,” I say quickly.

“You’re trembling, I can see it baby,” he whispers back.

“I want...”

“Tell me Dalton,” he’s demanding but there is a plea within it, his plea has an edge to it and I come to realize that I love the way he constantly says my full name.   I reply with “I want to know you, all of you, if I get one night with you I need to have no regrets and satisfy myself and my curiosities about you.”

“You’ll be satisfied Dalton I promise, but you need to do as I say.  I’ll let you feel it all, every part of me but you have to let me do it my way and sometimes I like to...demand.”

Oh I wasn’t expecting that word.  My mind ponders over what he means but I’m not sure and because of the desperate way he looks at me I feel empowered.  I feel totally desired because of his need for my permission.  If I want no regrets too I have to follow his lead.  “What if I can’t
give
you want you want?” I ask, he doesn’t seem bothered by my hesitance.

“Trust me baby, we’ll stop if you want to,” he replies, “but I’m barely holding onto my control and I need you.”

“OK,” I nod. “I trust you,” I say looking into his eyes.

A small breath of relief leaves him and he says “Good girl, kiss me and I mean really kiss me this time.”  I don’t start slow I jab my tongue in his mouth and grab hold of his chin.  I kiss him so he has no choice but to return it.  He doesn’t touch me still but he’s more accepting of my moves this time.

“I want to see you Dalton.   Seeing you in that hot tub made me fuckin’ hard, I want to see you again.  Take your clothes off.”  At this point I realize my trembling is anticipation and it’s because I’m turned on.  He’ll be able to see this once I remove my clothes because I’m not wearing a bra, my nipples are hard and my small thong feels damp already.

“I won’t ask again Dalton.  I’ll take.” He’s clear about how this is going to proceed.  I reach down and grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up over my head.  My body extends in length because of the movement I’m making and it shoves my breasts forward, they feel full with need and my nipples bud more as the air and Jonas’s gaze hits them.

“Kick your shoes off and slowly turn around.” He backs away from me so I can do this, so I’m now facing the door and when my nipples touch it I gasp and let out the tinniest groan.  It feels cold and hard and any touch right now feels welcome, I need the relief.  I feel him gather my hair and drape it over my left shoulder.  A finger tip is placed at the base of my skull and is gently dragged all the way down the centre of my back, he follows my spine and carries on as he runs it down the middle of my ass cheeks down and over to where my thighs are.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs; his finger tip is then replaced by him.  All of him.  He’s squashing me against the door and he’s flattened my hands against the door beside my head, with his hands covering them.  It feels amazing and I want more.

“Can you feel how much I want you Dalton? I’m so fuckin’ hard I could cum right now,” he whispers in my ear.  I can feel him and his dick is bolt upright barely being restrained by his jeans, it’s resting against the crack of my butt cheeks and as he pushes forward just a smidge, I groan again.

“I want the girl I know is hiding inside you to come out and be with me.  Is she in there?”

“Yes,” I say back on the tiniest whisper of embarrassment.

“Good girl.  Now turn around and undress me.”  Again it’s a demand and he steps back a bit to give me room to complete my task.  My shaky hands remove his t-shirt over his head and I can see all I’ve imagined and dreamt about, a hard chest with a tiny bit of chest hair, huge arms and broad shoulders.  He has crazy stomach muscles leading me down to a trim and tight waist.  I didn’t realize he had so many tattoos, but he does and there is no pattern to them, they’re random which indicates they’re personal to him.  It’s then I notice he has a tattoo of a comically designed camera over his heart with an intricate “D” scribed into it.  I look up at him and see confirmation in his eyes that it’s for me and he knows I want to ask questions.

“Later Dalton, right now you need to finish undressing me.”  My mind is whirring; I want answers.  I take hold of his belt buckle, undo it and then flip the top button undone, as I do this I can see the head of his cock just a couple of centimeters below the waistband of his jeans. 

He’s huge. 

I flip the other buttons of his studded fly jeans open and his cock springs forward because he’s hard, he’s not wearing underwear, he’s also got closely trimmed pubic hair.  I lean down a little and pull his jeans down his thighs and slip his shoes and socks off, after I’ve done this he steps out of his jeans.  He stands with him arms crossed at his chest, he’s proud of his body and comfortable in his nakedness, his cock is thick and swollen.  I want that, I want to feel it and as I think about it my tummy tightens and my cooch gets wetter, God, I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on.

“Not yet Dalton.  But you’ve been good so just one taste.” I look back to confirm I heard what I thought I did and he says “Your tongue Dalton, run that fuckin’ tongue from the base of my cock to the tip right now and feel how much I want you.”  I’m still on my knees and I place my hands on his thighs and slowly lick the upright cock that is in front of my face right from the base where it meets his balls to the glistening top.  When I get to the top I close my mouth over it, suck it quickly once and release him with a pop, he wasn’t expecting me to disobey him and his knees bend and buckle just a fraction.  He tasted great and that little bit of a surprise makes me feel powerful.

“Your mouth Dalton...It always did get you into trouble.  I said lick.  Get to the bed and lie on your back, I want your fuckin’ legs spread for me.”  Oh my, he’s a little mad and it gives me a rush of nervous adrenaline.  Getting up as gracefully as I can, he steps to the side with his arms still folded.  He exudes control.  Then it hits me, that’s what he likes, control.  As I get to the bed I hear “Stop. Crawl on that bed and let me see that fuckin’ round ass in the air.”  I do as I’m told, nice and slowly and then hear “Stop.  Look at me.  Let me see those pretty eyes.” So I simply stay in my current position and twist my head to look at him over my shoulder.  He’s still stood there but now he’s slowly running a hand up and down his cock. 

It’s my knees that buckle a bit this time, I’ve never seen anything so sexy as this guy touching himself and it’s an image that will be burned into my eyes forever.

“Do you want this Dalton?  Are you ready for me?  How wet is your pussy?  Get on your back and let me see for myself, spread those legs.”  He’s still stroking as he approaches me “I saw your panties Dalton, they looked wet are you ready to take me?”

“Yes,” I reply, it’s a simple answer of confirmation and permission. 

He climbs over and rips the sides of the thong I’m still wearing and flings away the material as if it is a nuisance.  He runs a thick finger up and down me, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“I don’t want to hurt you; but I need to make sure you’re ready because once I get my cock inside you I won’t be able to hold back.” He pushes two fingers inside me and I make a mewing sound as he goes about making me ready for him.  I stretch my head back and close my eyes, I begin to meet his finger pumps with gasps.  I’m in my own head enjoying this when I feel him lean down and lick and blow, lick and blow, then suck and bite my nipples.  I groan and arch my back encouraging him to continue.

“There’s my girl.”  His hand is working magic and his thumb is teasing my clit slowly.  “You like that?  She likes that.  Look at you all wet and horny.  Do you need to cum Dalton?  Shall I make you cum?”  The calm demanding voice he has and the things he’s saying are as much a part of why I feel so turned on as well as what he’s actually doing.  I like it.  I’ve never felt controlled before and it’s something I now realize I could get into.

“Yes.  God, yes Jonas.”  He works harder with his hand and he goes back to biting my nipples, the bites are edging towards painful, but the pleasure I’m feeling over rides the pain.

“Cum for me Dalton.  Let me feel you cum.”  His polite command is all I need and my body breaks apart, a small scream leaves me as I jerk whilst I finish.  I feel like jelly and I have just enough time to realize that it’s never been that good before as I feel him roughly grab my knees and push my legs apart.