“Oh,” I gasp as he dips two fingers into the wetness between my legs. I grip his shoulders, dizzy with desire as he swirls the pads of his fingers through my slickness.
“Tell me, Lisa.”
“Wha—what? Don’t stop.”
He swirls the fingers in a gentle circle around my clit, then dips them back into me. I gasp as he draws them out again and heads the other direction this time. His movements are slick and gentle and oh-so-very slow. I part my legs wider, aching for him to keep going. To touch me there?—
“Is that what you want?” His breath is in my ear, his fingertips scant centimeters from my back door. “You want me to play with your ass?”
The words send shockwaves of need throbbing through me. I nod because I can’t bring myself to say it out loud. To admit that’s what I’ve been dying to try. Where I want him to touch me.
“Dax,” I whisper, hoping he won’t make me say it out loud. He’s right there, so close, so poised to give me what I’m craving.
He draws back and looks me in the eye. Our gazes hold like that for a few breathless moments, neither of us saying a word. It’s Dax who shatters the silence.
“Later,” he says.
I blink. “What?”
“You don’t know how badly I want to touch your tight little ass,” he growls. “To slide in my finger or my cock and watch you squirm. But your first time?”
I nod, too stunned by his words to answer, or to even be sure it was a question. But he’s right, I’ve never done that before. Booty play? Not for girls like me. But I’ve wanted to, or at least I do now. I squirm against him, desperate with need.
“Later.” He repeats the vow in a thick growl, and I’m not sure whether I’m more excited by what he’s promising, or the fact that it’s somewhere in the future. That this thing between Dax and me doesn’t have an end date just yet.
His breath skims my ear again, and I give a soft little gasp. “But I can still make you scream.”
Before I can say a word, he drops to his knees on the asphalt. No padding, no hesitation, just goes for it. Pushing my skirt up around my hips with one hand, he clutches my ass with the other. “I’ve been dying to taste you,” he growls.
Then his mouth is on me. I gasp as swirls of shimmering pleasure pulse through my whole body. “Dax,” I gasp, and clutch the back of his head.
His tongue plunges into me, and my knees go weak. He grips my ass tighter, pressing me against his mouth while my spine roots me against the brick wall. I close my eyes, leaning into the sensation as light and color swirl around me. His mouth makes me mindless, teasing, licking, probing.
“Oh God,” I gasp, fisting my fingers in his hair. I loosen my grip when he gives a small grunt of pain, but he doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps teasing, moving everywhere at once.
Lights flicker behind my eyelids, and a spear of pleasure spikes right through my spine. My whole body stiffens, and I know what’s coming.
Me.
“Yes!” My shriek bounces off the brick walls, and I bite my lip to keep from doing it again. But each burst of sensation rocks me back on my heels as Dax strokes and sucks and makes me mindless with his mouth.
I’m still panting as the sensation ebbs and I open my eyes. Dax stands up and yanks out his wallet. I start to spin around, ready to brace my palms against the brick. Ready to feel him slide into me from behind.
But Dax grabs my hip with one hand as he tears open the condom wrapper with his teeth. “No,” he says. “I want to see you this time.”
I drop my hands to his fly and undo his jeans with alarming speed. I’m dying to feel that thick shaft in my palm again.
“Hurry,” I whisper, though he already is. He rolls on the condom, then clamps both hands around my hips.
“I want you like this,” he growls as he hoists me up and pins me against the wall with his body. I wrap my legs around him, knowing exactly how the choreography goes, even though I’ve never done this in my life.
He sinks into me in one slick motion, filling me so completely that it’s all I can do to keep from crying out. I bite my lip and taste blood, but I don’t care. As Dax draws back and drives into me again, my whole body arches to take him in.
“Fuck, you feel good.” It’s his voice in my ear, but the words echo through my head in my own voice.
So fucking good.
That’s not even something I’d say, but I’m feeling it now. Experiencing pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
