If You Need Me (The Toronto Terror #3)

Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

HEMI

Hemi

Please stop posting your anticipated location. It creates a shitstorm every time.

Flip

But how will my friends find me?

Hemi

You text them individually, or as part of your bro group. You do not share your whereabouts with the world so every underage girl out there tries to get into the same bar as you.

Flip

Shit. Good call. Changing locations now.

Hemi

Seriously, Flip, why is this just making sense now?

Flip

I’m pretty sure I just saw Tally in a lineup with her friends. Or it’s her doppelganger. Maybe text her.

Hemi

WTF? If it’s her, why would you leave her there?

I quickly send a message to the Badass Babe Brigade asking for a photo update. Tally is the first to respond with a picture of her with her cat on her bed. The rest of the girls follow with pictures, but I have what I need. Tally is safe and not at a bar. She’s like a little sister, and while she’s grown up with the team, she’s also?—

Flip

She’s my coach’s g daughter. She’s the last person I should have photos with outside of a bar. And I don’t want to get her in trouble.

Hemi

Because being in a bar underage wouldn’t accomplish that?

Flip

She’s an adult. Also, photos with her could axe my contract with Milk, and I’d like to keep that endorsement since it’s basically funding my parents’ retirement.

Hemi

*sigh* That’s fair and reasonable. Tally’s at home, so that’s her doppelganger.

Flip

Thank fuck.

There’s a knock on my apartment door. Maybe my roommate locked herself out. It’s happened before. But she shouldn’t be home for hours.

I open the door and am stunned speechless by the sight before me. “What are you doing here? How did you get up here?” Dallas is standing in my doorway, wearing a T-shirt and khaki shorts. It’s nine in the evening. He looks exhausted .

“I followed some dude in. I’ve recovered,” he states.

I cross my arms. “You look half dead.” That he’s still upright after what my brothers put him through is unreal. Isaac called me half an hour ago to give me a play by play of their day, and then Sam jumped on to talk about how cool Roman is.

“I’m fine.” He steps into my apartment, closes the door behind him, and turns the lock. “Your roommate is on nights now, right?”

“Yeah, but?—”

He takes my face in his hands and tips my head up, lips hovering an inch from mine, his eyes hot with desire. “I was a good boy last night and today, wasn’t I?” He manages to make that sound like a command instead of a question.

“Yes,” I agree, my body already heating from the contact.

“Good boys deserve a reward, don’t they?” His tongue drags across his bottom lip. He looks like he’s ready to devour me. It’s ridiculously hot to have this huge, imposing, badass hockey player desperate to make me come. Every part of me craves more of his touch.

I sent him home the other night unsatisfied because I enjoyed the fingerbang a little too much for my own good. His willingness to service me, all that power…it’s a little heady. Getting addicted to orgasms from Dallas isn’t smart. Not when he’s so good at it, and not when this is extremely temporary. But one more time couldn’t hurt…

I nod and give in to the urge to run my hand over his chest. I might still hate all the shit he did to me when we were kids, but I can’t deny the effect he has on my body. The hottest guy in school became the hottest guy on a pro hockey team and he’s standing in my apartment, desperate to give me an orgasm. Teenage me is over the moon. Current me is on board for very different reasons. Heat floods my center, and my nipples peak under my shirt. “You were a very good boy.”

He strokes my cheek and slides his fingers into my hair, curling them at the base of my scalp. “You’re going to sit on my face, so I can fuck you with my tongue.”

“Your mouth is a filth factory.” But I like it. The other night when he finger-fucked me on the counter, I only wanted him to shut up so I wouldn’t come too fast. I had no idea if the experience was a one-off, and I wanted it to last—at first out of sheer vindictive glee, and then because it felt so good.

“I know. You’ll be keeping it busy soon enough.” He laces our fingers. “Take me to your bedroom.”

I guide him down the hall. The moment he closes my bedroom door, he’s on me. Hands in my hair, lips on my skin. “I’m fucking starving for you, Wills.” He pushes my sleep shorts over my hips and drops to his knees. I’m panty-less. His hands move to cup my ass and he nuzzles into my sex, his groan vibrating over my sensitive skin. He presses a kiss to the apex of my thighs and his eyes lift as his velvet tongue slides between my folds. My eyes flutter shut as warmth pools low in my belly and desire takes over.

I grip his hair and tug, pulling his mouth away. “Get on the bed.”

His grin turns lascivious as he pushes to a stand and crosses the room. He pulls his shirt over his head and stretches out on top of my comforter. His erection pushes against his shorts, and his eyes are hot with need. He extends a hand, reaching for me. “Let me take care of you.”

There’s something in the way he says it, paired with the hungry look in his eyes, that makes me feel…powerful. Sexy. Beautiful.

As soon as I climb onto the bed, he moves me into position, one knee on either side of his head. He kisses and bites the inside of my thighs, then grips my hips and pulls me down onto his mouth. His tongue glides through my sex, his deep groan making everything tighten. I grip the headboard as he devours me, tongue circling my clit before plunging inside me .

“So fucking good, Wills. I’ve been dying to taste you like this,” he rasps.

I thread my fingers through his hair, holding his head as I roll my hips and…fuck his face. He grips my ass, helping me maintain the rhythm as my legs quake.

“That’s it, come all over my face. Baptize me with your pussy juice, honey.”

I can’t even with the shit that comes out of his mouth. But it has the desired effect. He slaps my ass, and I grind down, reaching for the headboard again as the orgasm rolls through me. The world is a wash of stars as I come.

I don’t even have time to recover before I find myself flipped onto my back. Dallas’s broad shoulders push my legs wide as he just…keeps going. He makes desperate mewling sounds, like he can’t get enough, like he’ll die if he stops.

He slides a thick finger inside me, then another and another. “Let’s see how long we can keep this going.” He latches onto my clit, sucking hard as his fingers stroke inside me.

The waning orgasm fires back up. I moan and grip his hair, writhing under him as sensation spirals and expands, consuming me, burning me up from the inside. Eventually, it’s just too much, and I push his head away, preventing him from coming back for more by shoving on his shoulder with my foot.

He folds back on his knees, chest heaving, eyes heavy with lust as he swipes at his chin with the back of his hand. Then he sucks his pussy-juice-coated fingers clean.

I close my legs before he gets any more ideas.

“Thank you.” His voice sounds like it went a round with a gravel truck.

“You’re welcome?” I’m still trying to recover from the twenty-minute orgasm.

He grabs his shirt from the floor, pulling it back over his head. He rearranges his very prominent erection. I’d love to offer to reciprocate, but I worry he’ll convince me to let him fuck me, and that would be a very, very bad idea .

I’m already addicted to his tongue and fingers. I can’t get addicted to his cock, too.

He leans down and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be on my way, but don’t forget to lock the door before you go to bed, honey.”