Stay - Dallas Winston

28

I ran into the bathroom, Dallas following me closely. 

As the two of us entered the room, Dallas slammed the door behind us. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him, as I pushed his chest playfully.  

"I thought we were taking a shower, man." Dallas chuckled. 

I turned the water on, as I smiled devilishly. 

"Who said anything about we? And my name isn't man." I replied as I began to take my clothes off. 

One by one, I slowly took each piece of clothing off, throwing them in a single pile on the floor. 

Dallas eyes danced up and down my body, as I took the last piece of clothes off my body. 

"Please." Dallas begged. 

"Mhmmmm," I smiled as I opened the shower curtain and climbed in, "I'll think about it."

I stood under the hot running water. 

Damn, it felt nice. 

I could hear Dallas Winston shuffling around in the bathroom, as I began to shampoo my hair. 

"Hey?" Dallas peaked his head in the curtain. 

"Whaaaaat?" I blinked slowly at him. 

"Please, can I come in?" Dallas begged again.  This time, his voice was so soft he almost spoke at a whimper. 

How could I say no?

Because Dallas Winston knew I wanted him in that shower with me.  

"Only if you scrub my back." I tried to play it off.

I didn't want to give Dallas the satisfaction of me begging him to get into that shower with me. 

Dallas quickly stepped into the shower with me.

Of course he was already stripped of his clothes. 

"Damn, this water is fuckin hot." He reached over, and turned the nob down. 

You could feel the temperature drop down to lukewarm instantly. 

"Now, I'm cold." I groaned, as I leaned my head back to rinse the shampoo out. 

Dallas grabbed my waist, as he leaned over, and began kissing my chest softly. 

His soft kisses traveled up my neck, stopping just below my jaw. 

Dallas knew exactly what to do to make me melt. 

"You won't be cold for long.  Now, turn around... and bend over." Dallas whispered the order in my ear. 

Dallas quickly spun me around, facing away from him. 

He slid his hand up my back to my shoulder blades, before he pushed my upper body down. 

I put my hands on the shower wall in front of me, to brace myself. 

Dallas Winston quickly began sliding himself inside me, as he began letting out a low sensual moan.

Dallas hands gripped my hips tightly, as he thrusted deeply, and harshly. 

One thing about Dallas was he likes to fuck hard.  

The type of hard that makes your legs shake. 

The type of hard that hurts, but it hurts so fucking good. 

With each thrust, I pushed my hips back onto him. 

"Fuckkkk." Dallas moaned loudly, as he fucked me even harder. 

A soft knock sounded at the door. 

Dallas and I both froze instantly. 

"You dumb ass. You didn't lock the door." I whispered to Dallas.

I could hear the door crack open.

"Sorry, I just gotta pee." Ponyboy said, as the door creaked open. 

Dallas quickly pulled my body upward and against his, before covering my mouth tightly. 

The breeze from the door opening caused the shower curtain to move around a bit. 

"Who's in here anyway? Soda?" Ponyboy asked.  

"No, Dallas.  Soda went to work." Dallas replied, as he tried to catch his breath. 

Dallas held me tightly against his body. 

His grip grew tighter on my mouth, to ensure not a single sound slipped from my lips. 

"Ok, don't be too long.  I gotta shower too. Don't use all the hot water, I hate taking cold showers." Ponyboy nearly whined. 

Dallas swallowed hard, as slowly rolled my hips in circles.

Dallas’s head raised into the air towards the ceiling, trying to keep his composure.

"Won't be a problem, I'm almost done." Dallas’s voice hitched at the end of his sentence. 

"I'm gotta run to the gas station for some cigarettes. I'll be back soon." Ponyboy announced, before he left the bathroom. 

Dallas quickly loosened his grip on me. 

"You're sooooo bad for doing that." Dallas removed his hand from my face. 

He used his fingertips to softly pull my jaw up to look at him. 

"I know, that's why I did it." I smirked, as Dallas dragged his thumb across my chin. 

Dallas slowly dragged his hands down my sides, admiring every inch they touched.

His hands stopped just above my hips,  pushing his thumbs into my lower back.

Dallas bent me back over, but not so roughly this time. 

He pumped hard and deeply a few more times, before quickly finishing. 

Dallas spun me around to face him. 

His hands gripped the sides of my face, as he began kissing me slowly. 

"Sorry, I can't finish you in here.  Too slippery.  I'll make it up to you, I promise." Dallas said in between kisses.  

I placed my hand on his chest, as I broke away from the kiss. 

Dallas looked at me with a soft gaze in his eyes, waiting for me to say something. 

"Are you gonna scrub my back or not?" I chuckled, giving him a cheesy smile. 

Dallas let out a booming chuckle at my silly question. 

"Yes, doll." Dallas ran his fingers through my long, wet hair, before placing a light kiss on my forehead.