The Love Triangle (BWWM Romance) (32 page)

It was worth the anticipation and the width made her squeeze her thighs together with the idea of him inside of her. She started to question if she would be able to handle him all night long. Dahlia couldn’t wait to try. His blue eyes followed her mouth as she moved closer to his pulsing length. Her tongue came out and made one long lick up his shaft, tasting the salty liquid that oozed from the slit. He was just as ready as she was, just as sensitive.

“Damn, Dahlia.” His hands went to her face, lifting her chin up so that he could see her eyes as she engulfed the head into her hot mouth. She moaned and let the sound reverberate around his shaft. Stretching her jaw wide, she was unable to get more than half of him in her mouth, her throat stopping any further inches. She pulled back out, sucking him hard as she pulled him out slowly. His eyes were slightly closed and his hips shook with the need to thrust forward.

“It is so big. You weren’t kidding were you?”

“Nope and I was not joking about my stamina either. I hope you're ready for it.”

Dahlia questioned if she really was. Her throat accepted more as he pushed a little with his hips. He filled her mouth up so quickly that she was overtaken with the large meat in her mouth. Everything about him was overwhelming and as he rutted into her mouth, her throat muscles collapsed on his crushing cockhead. He growled above her and she took the sound as an urging that couldn’t be vocalized. Every noise out of his mouth, made her that much wetter and that much needier.

She pulled off of him, fighting the hand that pressed her down onto his fat cock. She couldn’t breathe and when he finally let her up, she sputtered from the pressure on her throat. Coughing, she took several breaths before her dark eyes met his. She stood up and straddled Charles as he sat in the chair. She still had something between them, but the wet panties did not give either one of them much protection.

He groaned, his eyes wild as he looked down at her covered core crushing his length underneath her. Her round ass moved her body up and down, pinning him beneath her. “Are you sure you want to wait, my love. You could be inside of me in seconds.”

Charles didn’t know what to say. She didn’t give him time to answer though, her hips rolling her own core against him. His length was so hot underneath her, the wet panties only make the heat sear through even easier. Her breathing became panicked and before he could stop her or she could stop herself, her bouncing slowed down and she shook against him.

Dahlia’s body squirmed above him and he could feel her new dampness against his shaft. His eyes closed and he felt every shudder and drop of cum that came out of her. When she finally opened her eyes to the man underneath her, they were filled with unbridled passion. Dahlia moved forward to kiss him, her lust slacked for a moment as she tried to recover from the way he made her feel.

Moving off of him, she sat in the seat right across from Charles. His eyes had darkened and he watched every nuance as she moved. It was hard not to be intimidated by his look and the raging cock that stood proud in between his legs. She wondered how much longer he could hold out or how much longer she could. The throbbing was soon back and instead of getting back on him, she decided to sit back in her seat.

Pushing her fingers between her wet lips, she moaned as her hand touched the sensitive nub at the top of her slit. It was too much and she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, he was standing over her, his hand stroking the hard length. “My turn, Dahlia.”

His hand covered hers and he started to shimmy with her. Dahlia jumped with the sudden intense stimulation, her mouth moving forward, dying for a taste of him. It seemed only fair and though he looked like he was going to stop her, she moved past his feeble attempt to ward her off. He was dying for it just as much as she was and she was willing to do anything to push him to give her what she wanted. Dahlia needed him right that instant.

Moving forward, she moaned as she tasted his flesh, her tongue swirling on the shaft as he moved closer. His hand still took in her wetness, but it was slowing as she leaned in to take him deeper in her mouth. It was amazing, the way he felt in her throat and the way the touch sent shivers straight to her core. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, the pull she had to him.

Dahlia sucked hard, her hand now focused on the base of him that she couldn’t fit inside of her mouth. She moved at a frenzied pace, trying to push him over the edge. If he wouldn’t be inside of her, she could at least get a full taste of him. Dahlia willed cum out, her hand rolling and tugging on his heavy balls. She heard him half-shout, and she flooded again.

Charles was beside himself, not knowing what to do. His fingers delved in Dahlia’s tiny braid, gripping her head hard as he started to take over the pace, rutting into her opened mouth. Dahlia’s jaw was sore from being opened so wide, but she merely stuffed as much as she could in between her lips. She could feel her throat muscles convulsing around his length, driving them both wild.

The pulling turned to pushing and she whimpered as he moved away. His eyes were fixed on the apex between her thighs. Her lipstick was smeared off of her face and she breathed deeply, waiting for him to make the next move. Dahlia had been so close to getting the taste she needed so badly.

“Why do you keep stopping me? It only seems fair that I get to taste you.”

He nodded his head, afraid to speak. It was not how he had wanted it to go, still having something in his mind of how it should be. “I just want it to be perfect. Not like this, on a plane. I thought it would be easier to keep my hands off of you, but I underestimated how damn sexy you are.”

His eyes took in the white stockings clashing so well with her dark skin. Her breathing was just as fast as his, her eyes just as needy. Dahlia knew then that she was going to have to stop it or he wouldn’t be able to.

She went to the wedding dress strewn on the floor where it had been left. Dahlia pulled it over herself, turning around so that he could tie her up. “Not all the way please, just enough to keep it on.”

His fingers moved slowly, touching her soft skin with his fingertips. She whimpered, wanting more but knowing that she couldn’t have it just yet. The wait was driving her crazy and she was not sure what she needed to do to get through the next hour, but she knew she had to.

Dahlia turned around and he was still out, hard, his pants down at his ankles. There was nothing more she wanted to do then but fall to her knees. She knew she could not though and she sat down, gesturing for him to zip it up. Charles walked towards her, his eyes intent on her lips. For a moment, she thought he was going to be the one to give in, but he did as she suggested, pushing himself in. It looked like it was painful by the face he made.

“So what do you want to do Charles, talk?”

He nodded his head, though his eyes did not agree. She looked out the window, wishing it was the small airstrip that was below them instead of clouds. She tapped her foot and realized she could think of nothing else but his now hidden erection.

“I have been wondering what kind of arrangement you were going to want to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you wanting to live together and if so, where?”

It was the practical side coming out and her lips pressed together in thought. That was the conversation they should have had before, but it was a question she did not have on her mind then. The fact that it had changed gears so quickly left her grappling with a lust-induced fuzzy brain.

“I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it too much. I planned for us to live together. Do you not want to?”

Charles had sat down, his eyes more focused on the drink he was pouring. “I do. I am just worried about schedules, but we live close, so it's up to you. I'm flexible on which place, both are plenty big enough.”

She laughed a little, still a bit surprised at the conversation. “You should have seen my apartment in college. I still live in only 4 rooms of that house. It's too much most of the time.”

He looked at her a little strangely. “I thought your family always had money?”

“My father always had money, but I didn’t meet him until I was a teenager. I was raised by a single mother and then Johnston just popped up all of a sudden. Then he was really into teaching us how to work on our own. I'm kind of surprised he left the company to me, though I knew there would be strings, there always was with him. Like he paid half of my tuition, but only if I worked for the rest. He wouldn’t allow me to try for scholarships because he was afraid his name would give me an advantage. I was broke until a year or two ago when he let me start in the company.”

Charles nodded, though he was a little surprised. Dahlia held herself like she had lived it her whole life, but now he realized that they came from very different backgrounds. “I thought my dad was bad.”

“He wasn’t bad, just stern. I think I learned more struggling than I ever did in the company. Everyone kisses my ass and nothing is real in this world. It’s kind of exhausting, to be honest.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but I suppose I'm more immune to it. The family pressure is always the worst of it, but even that you get used to.”

She was quiet for a moment, realizing that she never will have the family push anymore. Charles saw the sadness that went to her eyes and he cursed himself for not thinking. “Sorry, Dahlia, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Dahlia shook her head and smiled, though her eyes were still sad. “It’s fine. Just sneaks up on you sometimes. I think that is why I didn’t really want to do the whole wedding thing. It wouldn’t be the same without anyone to walk me down the aisle.”

“I didn’t think of that. I don’t seem to do much thinking around you.”

She giggled and agreed. Dahlia herself was having trouble in that department as well. Every time he looked at her in such a way, she wanted to melt, her brain freezing up. They talked the rest of the way home with only a few innuendos sprinkled in the conversation. They agreed to live in his house since he actually liked his home. Dahlia could never sell hers, but she would have to think about that later. Her mind had already forgotten that it was not a marriage of love, but one of convenience and an overprotective father that thought all she needed to be okay was a decent man. He had chosen well, she would begrudgingly admit, but she worried that she was falling too hard, too fast. How horrible would it be for her to fall in love with her husband?

Chapter 9

They arrived back home and though Dahlia still wanted to finish what they had started, she was also feeling the results of the long day and all of the emotions that had come with it. Talking about her father, she realized that she missed him more than she could say. Charles seemed more reserved as well.

“Do you mind if I take a shower real quick?”

“Sure. I actually need to make a few calls as well.” He kissed her gently and she felt the flame inside of her flare with the touch. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, my love.”

He threw that word around a lot, but she wondered if he really felt that way or if it was something that he said. She started to question her own feelings and the shower made her even more tired. The hot water relaxed the muscles in her neck and back that had been bunched up all day.

Getting out of the shower, she realized she didn’t have anything there to wear and she found one of his button downs in the closet. The way they were all arranged by color made her pause, not realizing that he was so particular. Dahlia went back into the bedroom and still did not see him in there. She sighed and lay down on the soft mattress, the rest of her stress gone in moments. Trying to stay awake did not seem to be an option and she was asleep before Charles came back in.

Charles walked in after getting off the phone with a few business calls that he had prescheduled before he knew he was going to be getting married shotgun wedding style. He stopped at the door, his eyes taking in the sleeping woman in his work shirt. She was laid across the bed with only the top on, her thighs opened slightly giving him a peek-a-boo look underneath.

Getting undressed, he moved towards the bed and nuzzled her neck. She made a sound and moved towards the heat of his body. Her head nestled on his chest and she fell into a deeper sleep. Charles’ body was still hard and his need great. Looking down at her, he moved some of the escaped braids out of her face, watching her sleep so peacefully next to him.

He wanted to wake her up so badly, but Dahlia looked too comfortable and he liked the feel of her against him. It had been a long time since Charles had liked a woman enough to sleep together afterwards, and the only time that he would have rather slept than dined on her instead.

Sighing to himself, he closed his eyes. It took him a long time to get to sleep, convincing his cock that it just wasn’t going to happen. He growled as her breasts pressed harder against his chest as she moved. He looked down and saw the edges of her nipples in his shirt. Charles silently asked for strength from above, knowing he would need it to get through the night.