Maya needed some control, and she took what she wanted. All Dex’s talk—about liking her, knowing things about her, thinking how much his mom would like her—freaked her the hell out. Because his approval now meant something to her, and it shouldn’t. There would be no easy walking away from him.
She couldn’t put her finger on it, but somehow he’d snuck past her defenses and made her care about him. Tricky, tricky Dex.
Opening her mouth wider, she took more of him in, breathing through her nose so she could accept him to the back of her throat. She’d never been into oral sex as a rule, but with Dex, she wanted nothing more than to taste and touch him.
He had a sexy smell, a musky heat that went straight to her core and aroused the hell out of her. His small grunts and deep moans had her restless. Too bad the moon hadn’t reappeared, because she’d love to watch him as she blew him.
He put a hand in her hair, and she worried he’d try to pull her away. But he didn’t. Dex caressed her while she licked and sucked, and she snaked a hand between his legs to put pressure on his balls. “Oh fuck. Baby, you don’t have to…”
No, she didn’t. She wanted to. That small difference made him more than dangerous.
She moaned around his cock and bobbed over him. He arched into her but didn’t shove her head down. He gripped her hair tight while she played, and the moisture at his tip made her suck harder.
“Baby, I’m ready to come. So fucking hard,” he said on a breath.
She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked, and his girth made her jaw ache. Another swipe of her tongue against the underside of his cockhead, then the press of her teeth, and he jerked and filled her mouth. Dex was a big man, with a lot to give. Which impressed her even more because he had such delicious control.
Unless dealing with her.
That vulnerability put them on equal ground, because God knew she couldn’t keep her hands to herself around him.
“Maya,” he sighed. She pulled away and heard him zip up. Before she could scoot back to her side, he kissed her. She wondered if he found it sexy to taste himself on her lips, because she sure as hell liked kissing him after he’d gone down on her.
“Thanks,” he said softly. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve that, but thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” She meant it. “Sometimes, Dex, it’s not about you. That was for me.”
He chuckled. “Oh? You like swallowing me down, is that it?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, then he groaned. “You like torturing me, don’t you? You can’t tell a man you like blowing him, swallowing him, and expect him not to be hard and aching all the time around you. Damn it, Maya. You’re making me crazy.”
She grinned. “Good. Because you do the same to me.”
“I do?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I don’t normally scream when I come.”
“Which you haven’t yet tonight.”
She planted a hand on his chest when he moved closer. “Nope. We can’t have sex on your date nights. Your rule.”
“Then what the fuck was that?” he growled. “Because I just came down your throat.”
“That, my boy, was torture.”
He said a few choice words under his breath—but loud enough for her to hear. “Fine. So what now, Miss de Sade?”
“Oh, kinky. But then, you do like tying me up and hurting me oh so good.”
His low chuckle made her nipples stand at attention. “Honey, just wait until I’m inside you again. You won’t sit for a week.”
“Great.” She huffed. “I’m already tense thanks to promises of you and your anal wand of love.”
He laughed. “Nice. You come up with that yourself?”
“Riley did. And just so you know, I didn’t mean to kiss and tell, but I couldn’t walk straight after Wednesday. They kind of figured it out.” At her words, he laughed harder, and she joined him. “Now if you’re done making fun of me, how about a game of Sorry?”
