My Strange Addiction | Dallas Winston

eleven

tw for slight sexual content

As the sun set and the sky gradually turned dark, the moon rose and began to cast its soft glow on the world below. The road ahead was illuminated by the gentle light of the moon, and Madelyn and Dallas continued to drive towards their destination. As they drew closer to Bucks, the sound of music grew louder, filling the air with a pulsing beat that seemed to reverberate through the night.

Dallas expertly maneuvered the car into a tight parking spot behind the house, and Madelyn jumped out of the vehicle, pulling Dallas behind her. As they made their way towards the house, the sounds of music and laughter grew louder, and they were hit with the overpowering scent of alcohol.

"Wanna go upstairs?" Dallas whispered in her ear, his arms wrapping around her waist as he nuzzled his face into her neck. Madelyn giggled, feeling a rush of excitement and desire coursing through her body. However, before they could make their way upstairs, Madelyn insisted on getting a drink first.

She headed towards the bar, and Dallas followed closely behind her, his eyes never leaving her as she ordered a drink from Buck.

"Hey doll, let me know when you wanna go up," he said, grabbing a beer from behind the counter. Madelyn nodded her head, taking another sip of her drink as she surveyed the room.

The music was blaring as Madelyn yelled over it to Dallas, "I'm going to walk around." She grabbed her glass and sauntered over to a group of other greasers, feeling the energy of the party pulsing around her.

Suddenly, a guy appeared behind Madelyn, his breath hot on her neck as he said, "Hi gorgeous." She pulled away from him, feeling uncomfortable and violated by his unwanted attention.

The guy slurred, "Wanna dance pretty lady?" and moved closer, his eyes gleaming with desire. Madelyn's heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to back away, but he followed her, his hand reaching out to grab her arm. "I'm good," Madelyn said, her voice rising in annoyance and anger.

She turned to say something, but Dallas came up to them. He said, "Hey bud," pushing the guy backwards and punching him, causing him to fall to the ground. Madelyn's eyes widened in shock as she watched Dallas fight with the guy, throwing punches back and forth.

"Take a fucking swing at me man" Dallas waited for the guy to get back on his feet. Everyone's attention fell to the fight as more people gathered around to watch.

Suddenly, Buck appeared, pushing his way through the crowd to break up the fight. He grabbed the guy and threw him away from Madelyn and Dallas, who were left standing there.

"Dressing like that but getting mad when you get attention, fucking slut," the guy said, wiping his face and turning to walk away. Dallas was about to throw another punch, his fists clenched and his face twisted in anger, but Madelyn stopped him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Let's just go get a drink," she said, her voice soft and calming. Dallas took a deep breath, his muscles relaxing under her touch, and nodded.

A couple of drinks later and multiple attempts of Madelyn begging Dallas to dance, he eventually gave in. Madelyn giggled and pulled him out to where everyone was dancing, and she just let the music flow through her.

His hands were all over her, and she put her arms around his neck. After a while of dancing, she whispered in his ear, "I'm ready to go up."

"Let's go," he replied, his voice thick with eagerness and his accent making her heart race. She took his hand and guided him through the crowd and up the stairs, the sound of the party fading away behind them. Once they were alone, Dallas pushed the door shut and locked it with a click, his eyes locked on hers. He took his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and toned arms.

They continued making out until she took her shirt off and threw it on the floor, and Dallas stepped back for a moment to admire her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body. "Oh baby," he grinned, his voice low and husky with desire. Dallas picked her up and threw her on the bed, rushing on top of her and kissing her neck, his lips hot and hungry against her skin.

"Mhm," she hummed as he made his way down her body with kisses, his hands exploring her curves with a sense of urgency. Dallas unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, and her fingers lingered in his hair, her breath coming faster and harder.

Dallas grabbed a condom from the bedside table, opening it with his teeth and she watched him with a sense of anticipation.

After that, Madelyn could only remember little segments from the night. The rest of the night was a blur of pleasure and passion.

*

Madelyn slowly opened her eyes and realized she was lying in bed wearing only her panties and Dallas's T-shirt. She smiled to herself, feeling comfortable and relaxed in the soft fabric.

The room was dark, and she couldn't see anything at first, but then she shifted slightly, she felt Dallas' arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

"Morning Dall," she said softly, turning to face him. She smiled and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning doll," Dallas replied, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. He looked at her and returned her smile.
They laid there together for a few more minutes, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. She smiled at him and said, "Thanks for last night."

"Of course," Dallas replied, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. He traced lazy circles on her arm with his fingers, sending shivers down her spine. Madelyn snuggled closer to Dallas, feeling his warmth and his steady heartbeat.

Madelyn and Dallas had been talking for hours, their conversation flowing easily from one topic to the next. They had lost track of time, and as Madelyn rolled over onto her stomach, she asked, "Shit, what time is it?"

Dallas flipped over the watch on the bedside table and replied, "Uh, 12:17." Madelyn jumped out of bed and threw on her jeans from the day before. "Shit, do you think you could give me a ride to the Curtis'?" she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.

"What for?" Dallas sat up, watching her as she got dressed. "I told Pony and them I'd hang out with them today," Madelyn replied, turning around to take off her shirt and put her bra on. "Seriously? You didn't have to turn around," Dallas sighed, resting his hand back onto the pillow.

Madelyn giggled and finished getting dressed. "Come on," she said, unlocking the door and waiting for Dallas to get up. He threw on a black t-shirt and jacket before following her down the stairs and out to Buck's car, the engine roaring to life as they pulled out of the lot.

As they drove to the Curtis' house, Madelyn turned on the radio and brushed her fingers through her hair, the wind whipping it around her face. When they arrived at the house, Madelyn gave Dallas a kiss and pushed the car door open.

"Are you gonna come hangout?" Madelyn asked, pushing her hair behind her ear before getting out of the car. "Uh I guess," he shrugged, following her out of the car and up the sidewalk.

Madelyn looks at him and says, "And I might tell them about us but I don't know for sure." "Hm alright," He looks at her while reaching into his pocket and pull out a cigarette. He lights it, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out slowly as she watches him.