All I know

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, she rolled over slowly opening her eyes only to realize that she wasn’t on the couch. She was in a bed…but it wasn’t the one she saw in Rusty’s room. Panic took over as she sat straight up, looking around the room for some sign of familiarity. She remembered Dallas and Rusty playing pool and Dallas loosing horribly while she watched them. She remembered all three of them drinking themselves stupid in celebration of her new job. Slowly she got up from the bed and walked towards the door. When she opened it, she sighed in relief as she recognized the hallway. She was in Dallas’ room…but where was Dallas? She thought as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. As she got closer, she heard a faint snore coming from the couch. Walking towards it, she peered down to see Dallas sound asleep, his thick arms crossed over his bare chest. She smiled down at his sleeping form and decided that he looked sort of cute when he slept. She tiptoed towards Rusty’s room and opened the door to find the room empty. She heard a soft movement from the couch and peeked around the corner in time to see Dallas get up from the couch. His jeans hanging low on his hips as he stretched his muscles. He turned towards the hallway, catching her staring at him.

“Caught ya lookin’” he said with a smile walking towards her.

“Morning” she said, walking to meet him halfway until they stood chest to chest. She gazed up at him, running her slender fingers through her thick jet black hair. “What do you want for breakfast?” she asked in a sweet tone, looking him over as if she wanted to devour him. His mouth opened lightly as he took a sharp breath in, fighting to stay in control.

“I think there are some still some eggs left.” He mumbled trying to look away from her, at the door, the ceiling, anywhere but her lustful eyes that would surely make him weak.

“Hm.” She purred stepping closer so that her small firm breasts pressed up against his chest, wanting him to take her.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath as the blood quickly ran down to his groin, his body beginning to respond to the mere sight of her. His mouth watered and he swallowed hard, fighting the urge to pin her up against the wall and ravage her. Her head tilted and her warm, soft lips touch the base of his throat teasingly. “Oh fuck…” he breathed, his hands having a mind of their own as they came to hold her hips softly. “Butterfly….we can’t” he spat.

“Why not?” she asked in frustration as she pressed her body further into his.

“Because…Rusty told me not to….” He answered stepping back slightly. She saw how hard he was fighting to stay in control and took it as her opportunity to push him back until his back gently hit the wall. Pressing her hips into his, she ran her finger tips down his strong thick arms, loving how she could feel him shivering, his breathing developing into soft pants and his cock growing harder under her touch. “Butterfly….please…don’t…” he spat, keeping his eyes closed and his hands firmly on her hips.

“I want you so much” She whispered huskily into his ear, taking his lobe gently between her teeth and pulling slightly before bringing her wet mouth lower on his neck, sucking the pulse point softly. He whimpered softly and thrust his hips forward to relieve some of the pressure there. She gyrated against him, rolling her hips into his in a stroking motion. He let a grunt escape his lips as he tilted his head back against the wall. Swallowing hard, he slowly brought his hands to her shoulders and began gently pushing her away from him.

“Butterfly…” he began taking a few deep breaths, trying to control his raging urges. “Rusty said-“

“You can’t touch me.” She said finishing his sentence and pushing against his hands so that her body was flush against his once more. He nodded vigorously, his eyes still tightly shut. “But he never told me I couldn’t touch you…” she began as her hand came to palm his hardened meat through his jeans, massaging him gently. He groaned deep in his throat and pressed himself against her hand, biting his bottom lip as he still fought to control himself. “So…since that seems to be the case, let’s play a game.” She offered giving his cock a hard squeeze to make sure she had his full attention.

“Oh Christ” he muttered softly rocking his hips against her hand, trying to stroke himself against her. She continued-

“This game is called ‘Over the Clothes’.” She explained dropping a quick kiss against his lips. He whimpered at the loss of her mouth. “Here’s how you play; first…one of us has to be ‘it’.” she whispered against his lips before planting her lips firmly onto his, kissing him deeply, her tongue snaking out to dance sensually with his as she continued to stroke his pulsing cock through the tight confinements of his jeans. She gently sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and bit down on it gently as she pulled away from the kiss. “I’ll be ‘it’ since it’s your first time playing.” He nodded slowly. “Now, I can touch you but you can’t touch me. If you touch me, you loose which means I can do whatever I want…” he looked down at her through hooded eyes and swallowed hard at the end of sentence.

“How do I win?” he asked huskily. She smiled seductively and pressed her body hard against his again.

“I have to make you cream your jeans, if you can make it without touching me once; you win.” She explained.

“What does it mean if I win?” he asked in a raspy whisper though he knew the answer already but needed to hear her say it.

“Then you can do whatever you want to me…and fuck Rusty” she said pressing her hard nipples against his broad manly chest before she slid down to her knees. Eying his bulge she brought her face inches away from it, letting her warm breath tease him through the denim. A deep groan escaped his throat and his head fell back again. “Ready?” she teased to which he nodded vigorously. After a few moments, she covered his jean covered cock with her hot, wet mouth, trying desperately to suck him through the material. His arms remained stiff at his sides, hands balled into fists, fighting to keep control. She reached up to tease his man nipples as she relentlessly sucked him off through his jeans. Moving lower to where she thought his balls would be, she buried her face into him, searching for the two rounded pieces of sensitive flesh. She finally felt them brush her mouth and opened wide, allowing her tongue to roughly rub against them while she used her free hand to stroke his meat through his jeans. She let out a growl against him, sending shivers up and down his body and loud moan escaped his mouth. He looked down at her in time to watch her squeeze her perfectly round tits while she dry sucked his cock. He watched as she moaned and rose enough so that she could rub her tits against his caged erection.

“Oh fuck” he muttered loud enough for her to hear him and glance up at him, smiling and keeping her eyes locked on his as she once more brought her mouth to suck his shaft through the jeans. He watched her desperately try to devour his pikestaff through the hard denim that was her only obstacle and all the while keeping her eyes locked on his. His eye caught a movement and he watched as one of her hands traveled south to dip into her panties and rub her clit in time to her suction rhythm. That was enough for him and he threw his head back as his caged cock oozed and throbbed with his orgasm. She moaned along with him, still working her mouth on him wanting to taste him, even through the denim. Once his breathing came back to normal, he looked down at her and smiled. “I won.” He announced as he brought his fingers to her lips allowing her to suck them into her mouth and suck softly. His eyes closed at the feel of her velvety tongue under the roughness of his fingers and he felt his dick pulse with full resurrection. Reaching down, he gently grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up to her feet. Once she stood straight up, he bent at the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder giving her ass a playful slap as he walked towards his room with his prize.

Shutting the door behind him, he laid her on his bed looking down at her like a lion would his prey. Scooting back to the middle of the bed, she silently dared him to ravage her. He followed instinctively, crawling on top of her and bringing his hungry mouth down to devour hers in a passionate kiss. A small grunt escaped his throat and he rubbed his still caged newly hardened erection against the soaked panties that covered her throbbing mound. She whimpered into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands were tangled in her jet black curls as their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm. Slowly he brought his right hand to cup her soft breast through the T Shirt she wore making her moan and arch her back into his hand. Breaking away from her mouth, he moved his lips to her neck, dropping wet kisses in a trail down to her collar before he looked up at her and slid the T shirt up.

“Let’s take this off...” he whispered as he lifted the shirt up and over her head. Continuing his trail of wet kisses, he worked his way down to the breast he held in hand and let his tongue lightly brush over the pink nipple in the center before taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking softly. Her hands ran over the back of his shaved head as he worked his way from one tit to the other, repeating the tease to the second nipple. His hands reached to take hers from around his neck and bring them up to rest on the pillow above her head. “I never said you could touch me, little Butterfly” he teased, smiling up at her before gently biting down on her taut nipple. Her back arched and a whimper escaped her mouth as he worked his way down her tummy, pausing to tease her pierced navel and tug on the barbell with his teeth before moving lower to the waist band of her panties which were branded with a skull and crossbones pattern. He kissed past her waist, down to her cotton covered clit, licking and teasing it through her wet panties, getting a strong whiff of her through the material. He moaned as her scent filled his nostrils and her taste filled his mouth. Her hips rolled into his warm, wet tongue and she groaned wildly wanting him more with every passing moment.

“Dallas...” she whimpered in sweet voice that sent a twitch to his throbbing member. “I want your cock…” She sighed, not realizing she’d said it aloud. He grunted at her words and sucked on her kitten harder through the soaked cotton. “Dallas, please…” she whimpered “fuck me…”. Once again, that’s all it took for him to lift himself from her long enough to practically rip his jeans off, finally freeing his pulsing and aching beast before climbing back on top of her, reaching down to grip the cotton panties and rip them off her body. She moaned loudly with his rough actions and braced herself to be impaled by his velvet headed pikestaff. He brought his mouth down onto hers again while his hand gripped his manhood and guided it to her pink opening, rubbing it along her slit. She moaned into his mouth raising her hips towards him; needing him. Finally he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed until his purple head disappeared inside of her. They moaned into each others mouth, their kiss breaking with the force of their moan.

“I can’t believe you said all that” he whispered against her mouth before pushing himself deeper inside her hot body. She whimpered softly and looked up at him.

“Said what?” she asked, griping the pillow under her hands as she felt her walls stretch to accommodate his thick meat.

“What you just said. I’ve never had a woman talk dirty to me like that without me begging her to.” he replied pushing deeper and then stopping again, letting her gradually adjust to his size.

“What was I saying?” she asked again.

“You told me that you wanted my cock and you begged me to fuck you” he whispered huskily into her ear, giving her a few more inches of him.

“I said that out loud?!” she asked in surprise. He chuckled softly.

“Yes you did, little Butterfly” he groaned as he slid the last few inches of his pulsing cock inside her taut body. Her walls throbbed around him and his eyes closed with the feel of her soft center wrapped around him so perfectly. “Fuck, Butterfly…” he muttered, dropping a soft kiss against her lips. “You feel so fuckin’ good baby” he said as he slowly pulled out until just his head remained inside her and pushed back into her with a soft grunt. “Tell me you want me again” he begged, making it perfectly clear that dirty talk was one of his major turn ons.

“Mmm” she moaned against his ear, wanting him hard and fast. “I want you, Dallas, fuck me.” She repeated through clenched teeth, thrusting her hips up hard into his for emphasis. He groaned and gave her a half smile.

“Be patient little Butterfly…” he whispered, pushing himself deeper into her warmth. She whimpered and wrapped her long legs around his waist, holding him in place.

“I need you to fuck me, Dallas. I need you to fuck me hard.” She rasped before crushing his mouth with hers as her hips bucked up desperately into his. His hands stilled her hips and he pulled out until just his head was inside her again. She whimpered as he pulled his mouth away from hers.

“I won the game didn’t I?” He asked, letting his head slip in and out of her with a deliberate slowness. She whimpered again, her body on fire and nodded. “I can’t hear you.” He said tilting his head so his ear was closer to her mouth.

“Yes” she breathed, her voice pleading with him.

“And what do I get for winning?” he asked, his head still tilted.

“You get to…” she began, panting “do...whatever you want…to me” she finished. He turned his head back to look at her face which was a picture of pure fantasia.

“That’s right.” He replied impaling her once more with his thick veined muscle which elicited an ecstasy-filled shriek from her. “You like that?” he asked, feeling her walls pulse around him.

“Oh yeah” she sighed heavily.

“Tell me how much you like it” he commanded.

“Mmmm…I love your cock, Dallas” she exclaimed, her eyes tightly shut. He moaned softly and began his long, slow thrusts again, probing her deeply and relishing in how perfectly her pussy gripped his hard on, milking every inch of him as he pulled back.

“Oh fuck, babe, you are so fuckin sexy.” He growled moving a bit faster.

“Oh yeah, go faster…” she squealed “Fuck my pussy Dallas, please!” A loan, elongated moan fell from his lips at her raunchy words and he obliged her, pounding his cock deep into her tunnel, his balls making a slapping sound as they hit her ass. “OH GOD YES! JUST LIKE THAT, BABY!” She screamed running her hands through her own hair. He pressed his body to hers, letting all his weight rest on her as he mercilessly ravaged her body, his grunts becoming louder with every thrust.

“OF FUCK, YEAH, BUTTERFLY.” He screamed in return before capturing her lips with his, his tongue snaking out to rub against hers. She closed her mouth around his tongue and sucked hard, eliciting another grunt from him. He reached for her hands and guided them around his neck and she grabbed at his shoulders, holding him close to her. All that could be heard in the room were their moans complimented by the slapping of his sack against her firm globes. With one last thrust he lifted himself off of her, turning her onto her stomach and pulling her up to her hands and knees. He aimed himself at her entrance and slammed into her from behind, making her squeal in delight. “Uhh, yeah.” He grunted, closing his eyes.

“Does it feel good baby?” she sighed, looking back at him.

“Oh yeah, your pussy feels so good.” He answered reaching for her hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling it back. She moaned with his forced movements and squealed with every other thrust he made. With his free hand he playfully spanked her ass.

“Again. Spank me again” she begged and he brought his hand up and slapped it against her bottom again, this time a bit harder, leaving a wide red mark across the cheek. “Oh yeah. Oh God” she moaned, closing her eyes, her mouth hanging open as she panted harder with every passing moment. His hand released her hair and joined the other to pull her hips back into his. Her walls began to spasm around his thick meat and his pace quickened. “OH, DALLAS!!!” She screamed, the sound of his name falling from her lips causing a leak from his cock head, still impaled deep inside her. He grunted in time with his thrusts, sweat running down his face and onto his chest. He bent at the waist, his chest feathering her back as he pounded harder.

“Oh, fuck, Butterfly. You’re so tight baby.” He whimpered against her shoulder, rolling his hips as his thrusts softened and slowed slightly.

“Mmm… I wanna ride you, Dallas.” She replied turning her head to look back at him. “I wanna ride your cock” she repeated. He grunted and pulled out of her, lying on his back. She straddled his waist and guided his slickened meat into her now dripping cavity, lowering herself slowly before bracing her hands on his chest and bouncing up and down on top of him. Her eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of him inside her body. His hands traveled from her hips up her sides and over to grab at her generous tits, kneading them and pulling on her nipples. “Uhhh…” she moaned, leaning back on his thighs and throwing her head back as she rode him hard and fast. He sat up, rooting his arms behind him palms down on the bed, supporting his weight while he watched their adjoining bodies and moaned every other time his cock disappeared inside her. He looked up at her, bringing one hand up to her face; he held her head in his hand letting his thumb stroke her cheek before dipping into her mouth. She closed her lips around his thumb and sucked softly, opening her eyes to stare into his. She stopped her movements, leaving him deep in her tunnel to wrap her arms around his neck pulling her body closer to him. Resuming her bounce, she kissed his lips deeply and passionately, moaning into them. He returned her moans, wrapping his arms around her back, as he felt the familiar tingle that began in his balls and traveled up his veined cock before he hugged her closer to his body and flipped them over so that he was on top of her again, pounding deep, hard and fast into her warmth. She writhed underneath him, their mouths still attached before he broke the kiss to stare into her eyes.

“I wanna see your eyes when you cum” he whispered, his hand in her hair, their bodies drenched in sweat. Suddenly her mouth opened wider and wider, her eyes grew big, he quickened his pace even more and didn’t stop even as her muscles twitched around him, tightening and loosening. A harsh grunt escaped his lips as his cock expanded slightly and his cream shot out inside her. She shuddered feeling it splash her cervix, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on his as the world spun on its axis around them. After the last wave of their orgasm, his lips sought out hers in a passionate kiss, their arms around each other, holding the other close. His thrusts slowed as they came down from the intense release, their tongues doing a sensual dance between their attached mouths as his member throbbed inside her. Their kiss broke and his mouth traveled down to her neck, sucking softly at the pulse point as her legs came to wrap around his waist. Her hand stroked his sweaty back softly and she closed her eyes, a smile breaking out on her face.

“Oh Jesus, that was so fuckin good.” She said letting a giggle follow.

“Good?” he asked bringing his head up to look down at her with a half smile. “Just good?” he asked again closing his eyes and dropping tender kisses on her cheeks and chin.

“Mmm…amazing.” She replied softly. “Better than ice cream” She said softly to which he laughed. He looked down at her again, running his fingers over her damp forehead as he gazed almost dreamily into her dark eyes. “What?” she asked sliding her hands up to his shoulders. He shook his head softly and gave her another half smile.

“You’re beautiful.” He replied simply. Her smile widened as he leaned down to press a firm kiss on her forehead before he slid down and out of her, resting his head against her chest, letting her hug him close to her glistened body. His eyes stared at the wall, trying to understand what he was feeling. This was completely unlike him, it was true, but he couldn’t help but like the way he was feeling despite the new and slightly uncomforting emotions that ran through him about the girl underneath him. He let out a sigh and let his eyes close as he realized it; he was falling in love. The one thing that he was convinced would never happen, since sex up until a few days ago was merely a sport to him. Usually after he’d fuck whatever girl he’d picked up for the night, his concern would be how to get the bitch out of his life and move on to the next. Fighting and fucking. That was him. But now…now he wanted more…he wanted her.

All in the same moments, Butterfly was staring at the ceiling, trying to convince herself that it was just fucking, that it didn’t mean anything, thinking back to the red-head she’d seen yesterday and the blonde in the pub on her first night here. She’d heard it all before and it was clear that when it came to sex and love, men only wanted her for one thing and it certainly wasn’t the latter. She’d learned to use it to her advantage over the years, her promiscuity always saving her from the heartache she so feared. She’d never let herself get too close, and she never let the man control anything, because if he was in control, then she had nothing but some animal huffing and puffing above her using her body for his own pleasure. She squinted when she realized that Dallas had been in control…and not. But he was still here, with her, lying on top of her, his breath steady and slow, his arms still around her, holding her. Suddenly he stirred slightly and rolled off of her, the cold air hitting the front of her body like a bucket of cold water and a tear slipped from her eye. She kicked herself for letting her guard slip even for a second. He settled himself next to her, laying on his side to face her and his arm came to wrap around her torso as he let out a deep content sigh. Her brows furrowed and she turned her head to look at him, his eyes closed, a soft subtle smile on face. What the fuck does he want from me? She thought to herself, turning her head back to stare at the ceiling again. She turned onto her side, her back to him, thinking that maybe he just wanted to sleep before he tossed her to the side. But then he scooted closer to her, his arm pulling her back against him, nuzzling his nose in her hair softly. She bit her bottom lip as she risked reaching for his hand, testing the waters, to see what he would do. As soon as her hand touched his he linked his fingers through hers and brought their hands to rest on the bed under her chin, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. She was still unsure, but let her eyes close slowly and she drifted off to sleep.