“Put your knees on the bed,” he commands, and I know I’m not the only one who needs this. I do as he says, leaving my ass hanging over the edge. He’s tall enough that the bed is the perfect height for him to fuck me like he wants. “Touch your pussy. Show me how wet you are.” I slide my hand between my thighs, my hips jerking when I brush my clit. I’m still keyed up from my tussle with Ryder and everything else. I sink my fingers inside my pussy, pull them outthen hold them over my shoulder, showing him that I’m dripping for him. He sucks them into his mouth to taste me, and we both groan. “Your pussy was always my favorite taste. One of these days, I’m going to eat that pussy like it’s my last fucking meal.”
We got that far before, but something always happened before we could take it further. He would get a call for him to do something for my dad, or we were interrupted. Dex had a talented mouth which he would use to make me come so many times I would almost pass out.
I feel him line his cock up with my pussy, so I brace my hands on the bed. He slams his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one firm push. My back arches with a moan while I push my hips back.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans. I feel his hands brush my hips and shiver at the contact. He does that a few times, testing his reaction before he latches on tight in a bruising grip. He groans again. “Hold on and take my cock like a good girl.”
I lock my arms and know that this isn’t going to be a sweet coming together. Dex is going to fuck me stupid, and I’m more than ready.
“Fuck me,” I encourage, and that’s all he needs.
His fingers flex on my hips before tightening. He pulls out and slams back in, causing the whole bed to jerk. He starts pounding into me, his thick cock stretching me every time he slams back in. It’s almost painful, but I want it like that, need it like that. When he takes control, it allows me to just exist. The bedroom is the one place I don’tneedto be in control.
I start pushing back against him just as hard as he’s pushing into me, our thighs slapping together. I can feel my release building fast. I’m so keyed up from everything today that I know it won’t take long. “Scream my name, Baby girl. Let them know who’s fucking you.”
I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit fast, thankful Micah, Evander, and Mateo left right before I came upstairs, not that I would have stopped this anyway. I need this release more than I need air. I can feel myself tighten around him. I pinch my clit between my fingers, and shatter. “DEX!” I scream, giving himwhat he wants.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pounding into me harder. He grabs a handful of my hair, jerks me off the bed, and pushes me to my knees. I moan again at the pain, little aftershocks from my orgasm rolling through my body. “Open,” he says between clenched teeth. I open my mouth for him to slide his cock between my lips, and I suck him into my mouth when he does. He uses his hold on my hair to stroke in and out of my mouth before he buries himself in my throat, groaning when my nose brushes his pubic bone. His hold on my hair tightens and tilts until he can see my eyes, then explodes down my throat. I swallow greedily around him, taking everything he has. He groans again, and it comes from deep in his throat, causing a quick sharp orgasm to rip through me, much to my surprise. I’ve never come from no stimulation. It was all Dex with his cock buried in my throat, his possessive hold on my hair, and the look in his grey eyes. The thought that I did that to him makes me what to fuck him all over again.
He slides his cock free when he’s done. I suck in several breaths licking his taste off of my lips. His hold on my hair loosens, and he tenderly runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re perfect,” he motions for me to stand, “and mine,” he growls when I’m standing in front of him.
“Yours,” I whisper. I’m equally all of theirs, but right here in this room, I’m his.
He hooks his hand on my neck and slants his mouth over mine again with a groan, not caring he can taste his cum on my tongue. He pulls back, gently pecking my lips. “I’m almost there. Please don’t give up on me.”
I know he means letting go of everything that happened and finally allowing me full access to him. “Never,” I reply without hesitation. “You’re mine too, Dex.”
He sighs. “I need you, Baby girl.”
“I need you too.” I kiss his scarred cheek. “More than you know.”
“We need to work out this stalker problem,” he says and then raises a hand when I open my mouth. “Not right now. But I need you to keep a level head. We just want you safe. We aren’t saying you can’t handle this yourself.” I jerk a nod, and he gives me a quick peckon the lips, then chuckles, “I was supposed to be coming to get you so we can leave.”
I smile. “So, they’re waiting downstairs while you were fucking me?”
He grins, and it transforms his whole face. “That wasn’t the intention, but walking in here and seeing you in that sexy as sin outfit changed the plans a little.”
I laugh. “A little? There’s nothing little about you, Dexton.”
He growls in his throat. “Don’t push me. I’ll have my cock buried in you again before you can blink.” He strokes his knuckles down my cheek, just barely a graze. “Now, get dressed like a good girl.”
“You keep calling me a good girl, and we won’t ever make it out of here,” I warn, but it isn’t much of a threat.
“Youaremy good girl. Giving your body to me willingly, and you take my cock so good.” His eyes darken again, taking a step toward me. He stops, shakes his head, and takes a step back. “Fuck, you’re dangerous.”
I laugh. “You are too.”
He pecks my lips again from a safe distance before tucking himself back into his jeans. “I’ll see you downstairs,” he says with a grin, sauntering out of the room.
I wash myself up quickly before getting dressed in ripped denim skinny jeans with holes down the thighs. I throw on a grey tank top that coincidently matches Dex’s eyes. I grab my high-heeled boots and head downstairs.
It’s back to business whether I want to or not.
This quick session with Dex did wonders for the tension in my shoulders, though.
I pushopen the doors to the pool hall down from Xander’s garage, the place Ghost told Ryder for us to meet him. I gaze around and notice two guys from last night avert their eyes. I make the decisionto bring Evander and Mateo with me too. I need to let it be known they are with me to protect Leo more than anything. I didn’t like his decision to stay when we were giving him the option to leave, to stay safe. The thought of Leo leaving breaks my heart, but I want him safe more. I could tell by the stubborn set of his jaw that I wasn’t going to be able to convince him to go, though. He doesn’t know that I will push him away if shit gets too deep. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to him.
“Alessa,” Ghost greets, standing up from one of the corner tables in the small pool hall. I never understood why Xander was the leader of the Vipers and not Ghost. He has an air of authority surrounding him, and he earns respect, unlike Xander.
