“I’m gonna come,” he moaned. "Baby, squeeze me real hard. Oh yeah...fuck me... baby, jack me off on those pretty titties... please..."
Oh hell. Who was I to tell him no? I gripped him harder and slipped him out of my mouth with a sloppy suck, pumping the rock hard muscle and silky skin until he cried out and long white ribbons shot onto my chest over and over again.
Dex laid back on the bed, panting, his mouth parted while I kneeled in front of him trying to catch my own breath. "Fuckin' hell," he grumbled, sitting up after a moment.
His fingers reached out to touch the mess on my breasts. He was gentle and deliberate with his ring and middle finger, smothering the warm, sticky liquid in circles over my nipples.
"Christ, baby, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, glancing up at me through those long lashes as he finally dropped his hand away from my chest. He smiled almost shyly, threading his clean hand through my hair before slanting his mouth over mine. He kissed me and kissed me, his tongue stroking mine, over my teeth, everywhere.
He pulled away grudgingly after a long time with a deep breath. He sat back on his heels and reached for the boxers he'd thrown off the edge of the bed, using them to wipe off my chest, pulling down the hem of my shirt when he was done. Those bright blue eyes caught mine and Dex smiled again, that carefree, pleased grin that made the center of my chest ache. He reached out, wrapping an arm around my waist to bring our bellies together.
He was naked. His skin was warm and damp as he settled me up against his chest. Dex’s free hand brushed the hair back from my face right before he kissed my temple and forehead with a hum and a promise of familiarity. “You okay?"
Shyness overcame me and I nodded. "Oh yeah." I wasn't going to panic. Not at all. "Are you okay?"
"I think I busted three loads on you, honey, I'm more than okay," he said, kissing my cheek with a snicker. "Way more than okay."
It'd be a lie if I said that his admission didn't make me smile. "I—"
He moved his hand up so fluidly that I almost failed to see the red smears on his fingers. I wasn't so much of an idiot to not know that the red was blood. My blood. And then I blushed, feeling incredibly mortified. "Umm... you might want to wash your hands," I whispered.
Dex frowned and looked at the hand I wasn't talking about, quickly lifting the other one to inspect it. His eyebrows went up at a tortoise's pace as he flipped his palm up and down to look at what was on them. His lower lip dropped open. "Ah, Ritz, I...." His lips slammed shut, nostrils flaring as he swallowed loudly. "Baby, I popped your cherry?"
It was my turn to gulp. "I told you that I'd never slept with a guy." God, how mortifying. I shouldn't have said anything and just let him think I'd started my period or something. "You have really big fingers."
Oh lord. I was lame.
He blinked, once, twice, three times. "I guess I—fuck, babe. I wasn't thinkin' about it, I guess." His eyes went back to his bloodstained fingers. "I really popped your cherry?"
What a way to make me feel like a loser. What was a hymen supposed to be? Indestructible? "It isn't my period."
Dex groaned, long and low. He wiggled his fingers for a moment before crushing our bodies together. He placed a warm, wet kiss on my jaw. "You okay with that?"
He smelled so good. I nodded, letting the rough feel of his stubble scrape my cheek. I wasn’t going to go back on my decision. I’d take all of this with open arms. "Yeah."
The content rumble that flowed from his chest made me smile. "Good."
~ * ~ *
He sat across the kitchen bar with a bowl of cereal in one hand, spoon in the other, and those brilliant blue eyes on me constantly. It made me feel really self-conscious despite the fact I was fully dressed. He’d already seen me practically naked. Already had his fingers in places that made my neck hot. I shouldn’t feel self-conscious with clothes on, but I did.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him carefully with my bowl covering the lower half of my face.
Dex’s gaze didn’t loosen in the slightest. “Because I’m wonderin’ what you taste like.”
It was a miracle I didn’t drop my spoon.
I don’t think that I took a single breath either, even after he gave me a devilish grin.
“I bet you’re delicious.”
Holy moly.
Dex was a dangerous guy, and it had nothing to do with his profession. Or his motorcycle hobbies, his criminal record, or the tattoos that marked half of his body. For all of his talents with his hands, he was a smart, observant guy who knew exactly what his words were capable of. And he had no issues wielding those powers viciously.
“And I bet when you come on my cock later, your pretty little pussy is going to suck me dry.”
The spoon clattered to the countertop in an apparent suicide.
Shit!
Why in the world had I talked him out of letting us shower together? Oh, right. Right. My arm. I hadn't told him about my stupid arm yet.
My face flamed up about ten degrees at the same time all the air left my lungs. Dex chuckled, reaching across the counter to pick up my spoon. He handed it over with a smile that was as dangerous as a snake in tall grass. “We either need to get goin’ or you’re gonna need to hop up on the counter and give me a taste.”
I take it back, if any miracle had recently occurred, it was when I didn’t fall off the stool after that comment.
My brain scrambled. “Uh…”
Dex flashed me another wicked, slow grin, showing me those even white teeth. “Whatever you want, babe. I’m partial to stayin’ here, though.”
So was I, and I had no idea where these thoughts and needs came from. Hadn't I been fighting all this a day ago?
“We…. I should get a swim in.” What I needed to do was exhaust myself. Definitely. Alone.
He shrugged after a minute, blue eyes narrowing. “That works. I like the idea of waitin’ a few hours.”
I swallowed the obscene amount of saliva that had pooled in my mouth. Wait a few hours for what? I wasn't positive but I knew it was something good. “Yeah… Yeah. “
Dex slid off the stool, balancing his empty bowl in one hand and taking mine in his other.
I needed to get my head straight and quit remembering how his cock had the slightest upward arch to it. Ahh.
I coughed, trying to clear my thoughts. "Do you know what your dad wanted yesterday?"
"Hell if I know. Nothin' good if he's callin' me. I'll call Lisa or Marie while you swim and see if they know."
Lisa and Marie... why hadn't I thought of that before? "Was your mom an Elvis fan or did she come up with the names on her own?"
Dex locked at me for a moment before chuckling. "Pa wouldn't let her name 'em Priscilla or Lisa Marie so she screwed him like that."
From the little I knew about her, and the significant amount I did know her son, that didn't surprise me one bit. "And you?"
"Named after my great grandpa, C.D. Dyson."
I lifted both my eyebrows. "Fancy. Can I call you C.D.?"
He shook his head. The corners of his eyes tilted up in that mocking little smile that didn't always reach his serious mouth. "Nah. I like you callin' me Charlie."
This friggin' guy.
I'd call him Princess Dex if he wanted me to.
He pulled back and smiled with his mouth that time, twisting me into knots with each millimeter it grew. "You ready?"
"One sec." I flashed him a little smile and darted into the living room, grabbing my stuff for the day.
He waited for me by the door, waving me out of the house and locking the door afterward. With a cool smile, he helped me onto his bike and dropped me off at the front of the center. Dex thread his fingers through mine and bit my knuckles before shooing me inside and taking off after I'd gotten in the building.