"That's not a weak spot for me," I tell him, my tone less than convincing.
Dax smiles. "We'll see…"
He drops to his knees at the side of the bed, spreading my thighs wide before I feel his warm, wet tongue running up and down my slit. My back arches when it rolls over my clit, and it's almost painful when he takes it away, moving down to my opening and then thrusting it inside me.
I fist the comforter in my hands, squirming against him while biting back a moan.
"That's better," he says. And then he runs his tongue over me again, stopping at my clit, circling it and sucking with expert precision, giving me the exact attention I want.
I throw my legs over his shoulders, rolling my hips just a little. I can't help it; it just feels so fucking good.
I don't have to like him to like fucking him. I've managed that plenty of times before. I just need to shut out all the noise—all the sweet words laced in honey and venom. I close my eyes and focus on separating my mind from my body, on reminding myself who he is.
On the black dress on the back of my door with the tags still on it, the smell of burnt hair. I even go back to that night with Miles, trying to remember how callous and unbothered he was, but it's no longer clear. I can't wrap my head around it.
He moans against my clit, the vibrations causing me to cry out, and without noticing it, I've grabbed the back of his neck. He responds by increasing the pressure on my clit, and then thrusting two fingers inside me.
"Ahh, Dax!"
"Mmm…you're fucking soaked," he says.
Then he adds a third finger, stretching me, and I cry out while he fucks me with them. "Oh, god!"
He looks up at me, my fist still gripping his hair. "You want to tell the truth now?" he asks, my orgasm building around those fingers. "Tell the truth, and I'll lick your clit."
"W-what?"
"Tell the truth. Did you miss me? Did you miss the way I work your pussy?"
"Ah!" I whimper, my abdominal muscles tightening. "Fine. I missed you."
He smirks before giving me what I want—what I'm desperate for—his mouth against my pussy, his tongue against my clit while his fingers pump into me.
I can't take it anymore. I'm about to come apart.
My clit pulses against his tongue, my hips lifting off the bed as waves of pleasure unravel at my core and roll up my spine. I writhe against him, digging my heels into his back, and with his free hand, he pins one of my thighs open against the bed, sucking and finger fucking me through it until I'm overstimulated and can't take anymore.
"Dax…" I pant. My legs fall limp on either side of his head. "I can't…"
"Maybe you should lose the attitude with me then, Saige."
He pulls himself up, kissing me again, and this time, I taste myself all over his tongue. I hear him fumbling with his jeans while he kisses me, and seconds later, he effortlessly slips inside me in one smooth motion.
I'm weak. I'm definitely weak for this.
"Fuuuuck," he groans as he moves in and out of me. "Maybe I shouldn't have done this. You feel so good on my dick, baby. I don't know how I'm going to stop."
"What do you mean?" I ask breathlessly. "I don't want you to stop. Don't stop."
He pulls his cock out of me and climbs onto the bed, sitting behind my head and clasping my hands in his, our fingers laced together. "You can't touch him, okay?"
"What?"
But then, Nolan steps out of the adjoining bathroom. My pulse races; I can barely breathe.
"Don't put your hands on him, don't try to touch him under his clothes, okay, baby? And you know he doesn't like to kiss, right?"
Nolan stops at the side of the bed, standing between my open legs, my pussy barely covered by my plaid miniskirt.
