Until he flips it up over my stomach.
"Saige?" Dax prompts again when I don't answer him. "Got it?"
I knew they were working up to this even before Blythe told me. I knew even without last night, but I ignored it. Dax has been planting seeds since the very first night.
I knew when Nolan started acting human.
I swallow hard, my heart in my throat, and nod. "Yeah. I got it."
Nolan pulls out his dick, fisting it, positioning it between my legs while Dax firmly pins my hands to the bed, just in case I was thinking about touching him.
"I got her warmed up for you," Dax says. "God, I can't wait to watch you fuck her."
Dax said he likes it when I'm a little scared. And I am scared—not that I won't like it, but that I'll like it too much.
I don't get time to contemplate what that means before Nolan pushes into me, a low groan rattling in his throat as he fills me.
I gasp, arching against him. He takes his time, pulling out slowly, fully, before thrusting into me with the same level of control. He grits his teeth while looking down at me, his dead, dark eyes focused on my tits.
He looks like he wants to come already; hence, the control. I bet he doesn't do this often, and that's why he's easing himself into it.
But his control feels good, too; the easing feels like teasing. The thick head of his cock feels fucking delicious every time he buries himself inside me, and every cell in my body is on fire. I'm melting into the mattress; I'm struggling against Dax's hold before I even notice it. I lift my hips off the bed, fighting the urge to wrap my legs around him while desperate little moans leave my lips, quietly begging him to go faster.
"Sounds like she likes your dick, Nolan," Dax says. "You better give it to her harder before she breaks my fucking fingers."
"If that's what she wants…maybe she should ask nicely," Nolan says through clenched teeth, reaching for me, grabbing my left breast and rubbing the nipple with his thumb.
"Nolan…please…"
His hips rock into me a little harder, and I whimper, my pussy clenching around his dick.
"Fuck…" Nolan moans. "She feels so fucking good."
"I told you she feels like fucking heaven," Dax says. "And look at you—you're taking it so fucking well, baby."
Nolan grabs me by the back of my thighs and finally picks up the pace, thrusting into me hard and fast, the way my body had been craving.
"Oh, god…oh, fuck…"
"You like the way his dick feels, baby?" Dax asks.
"Yes…"
"If I let go of your hands, do you promise to be good?" Dax asks.
"What?" I mutter, distracted and breathless.
"I said, can you keep your hands to yourself like a good girl if I let you go, or do I need to tie you up?"
"Oh, fuck, I'll be good."
He releases my hands, and then tilts my head to the side, running his thumb over my lips. "Open up that pretty mouth of yours."
I open, tasting salt on my tongue as he thrusts into my mouth. He's much more forceful than when he made me get on my knees, using my mouth, my eyes watering when I choke on it.
For just a second, I'm topless on Elias's bedroom floor, sucking him off so they'll help me get rid of the body in the backyard, but the memory is blurry enough that I easily stuff it into a corner in the back of my mind.
"I love the way your lipstick looks on my dick. I love it when your eyes water, too. If you can't take it, tap my leg," Dax groans. "But I'd rather you just fucking take it."
