Stay - Dallas Winston

31

"Why out of all places do you want to go to Buck's to do this?" I asked Dallas, as we approached the front door of Buck Merrill's place. 

Dallas Winston licked his bottom lip. 

"Cause, Buck don't care." Dallas opened the front door without knocking. 

He grabbed me by the forearm and lead me into the house. 

Buck Merrill's was sitting down on his couch with his feet kicked up on a small coffee table.  

"Whats up, Dallas?" Buck said without even batting an eye. 

"Can I use one of your rooms upstairs?" Dallas asked him, as he put his arm around me.  

Buck Merrill stood up, and walked over to us. 

He smiled, as his eyes looked me up and down. 

Buck extended his hand out to Dallas to shake. 

"Anytime, just lock the door when you leave.  I gotta head out to a rodeo." Buck winked at us, before he placed his cowboy hat on his head, and walked out the front door. 

"Come on, let's go." Dallas took me by my hand, and lead me up the stairs.  

He lead me to the room that we always stayed in.

"Lay down.   On your back this time." Dallas ordered me, as he locked the door and shut the curtains. "Take your pants off."

I walked over to the bed. 

I kicked my jeans and shoes off quickly, before I laid down looking up at the dark ceiling. 

Dallas kept the lights off, which I didn't mind.  

I think I actually prefer it dark. 

"Hang your legs off the edge." Dallas spoke in a low voice, as he grabbed me by my thighs and pulled me to the edge. 

Dallas grabbed the sides of my underwear.   He ripped them at the seams roughly, before throwing them back and over his shoulder. 

I sat up quickly. 

"Dallas! I told you to quit doing that! You're gonna rip up every pair I have!" I scolded him. 

"Good, you don't need them anyway." Dallas placed his hand on my chest, and pushed my upper half back down. 

Dallas knelt down at the bedside. 

He grabbed my let's and rested them over his shoulders. 

Dallas began kissing the insides of my thighs softly, as he inched closer the the middle of my legs.  

Dallas quickly buried his face in between my legs. 

"Oh, God." I gasped out, as he slowly spun his tongue in soft circles. 

God, it felt amazing.

I think it felt even better the way Dallas gripped the outside of my thighs tightly with his hands.  

The way Dallas held me, it was like he loved doing this. 

Like he loved every God damn minute of it. 

Fuckkkk. 

At this rate, I wasn't going to last long at all.  

My hips pushed forwards, and I could feel myself beginning to breathe heavier as I got closer and closer. 

Dallas knew it too. 

He quickened his pace, thrashing his tongue around faster, but keeping a soft touch to it.  

"Mhmmm, Dallas." I moaned out, as I lifted my hands above my head and gripped the sheets. 

Oh, fuckkkk

My body tensed up, as it filled up with pure fucking bliss. 

My eyes seemed to roll back into my head, as I pulsed down below.  

My legs shook violently, as Dallas pulled his face away.  

Dallas smiled devilishly, as he wiped his had across his mouth and jaw. 

"Told you, it would be quick." Dallas spoke, as he tried to catch his breath. 

Dallas lifted my still shaking legs off of his shoulders softly, before he stood up. 

Dallas Winston took me by the hands, and helped me sit up.  

My stomach muscles felt like I had done a thousand sit ups. 

"Damn." I smiled, as I let my head drop back for a minute. 

Dallas picked up my jeans and put them on my legs for me, before putting my shoes on my feet. 

"What about you?" I asked him, as he helped me to my feet. 

I pulled my jeans up, as he walked over and opened the curtains. 

Dallas walked back over to me, and wrapped his arms around me tightly. 

"Nah, this one was for you. You only." Dallas kissed the top of my head. 

I laid my head on his chest. 

"I'm glad you finally lost the attitude." I chuckled. 

"Yeah, yeah.  I'm trying.  We will work things out, I promise," Dallas reassured me, "but you gotta get going or Ponyboy will have a cow."

Dallas wrapped his arm around my shoulders, as he led me down stairs and out of Buck Merrill's house. 

He locked the front door behind us. 

"You got a cigarette?" I asked. 

Dallas grabbed the last one in his pack, lit it before handing it to me. 

"You coming with me?" I took a long drag from it.  

"No, I gotta get more cigarettes... and run a few errands.  I'll meet you there later though." Dallas smiled.  

"All right." I pouted, as the two of us walked our separate ways.