“Dixie,” I groan as I let my head tip back.
She responds by sliding back up from base to tip, only this time her hand tightens around my shaft and follows her lips, creating an unbelievable friction. She pauses at my tip, rubbing the flat of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to snap my hips and shove myself into her mouth. It’s so damn hard because her mouth feels so fucking good. But I don’t want to control this, I want her to. And she’s doing an incredibly hot job. In just a few short minutes my muscles are taut and I’m swimming in that tingling feeling, my orgasm set to launch.
I’m not ready. I want to drown in these sensations a little longer, but then I look down. Her eyes are shut, eyelashes fluttering, and the hand that’s not on my cock is inside her own underwear. She’s playing with herself. Holy fuck, that vision lights the fuse and my orgasm is inevitable now. I pull back, ready to come in my own hand, but she pulls me back into her welcoming mouth and I roar and see stars.
She makes a noise like a whimper and her mouth tightens around me and I watch her body shudder as she has her own orgasm. I reach down and pull her up, right up off her feet. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and I walk her toward the bed, kicking off my pants and underwear as we go since they were around my ankles. I carefully drop her down onto her back on the bed and lay myself over her. She likes it, I can tell by the smile. And I like her. A lot. More than I’m allowed to.
I run a hand over her forehead and into her hair. “I actually thought we could talk.”
“Oops.” She sighs it more than says it. “So you didn’t want my lips on your cock?”
“I did. Just after the talking part.” I smile.
She lets out a whiny sound and her tiny nose wrinkles up. “Talking will get us in trouble.”
“Why?” I should keep my mouth shut, but I want to hear her concerns, because I need to know they’re the same as mine.
“Because if we talk I’ll have to tell you that I like you,” she confesses and a blush creeps over her cheeks as she closes her eyes to avoid looking at me. Her bluntness despite her obvious insecurity makes my heart swell. It’s so simply and totally Dixie. She has a way of being fearless and vulnerable at the same time. It’s something I’ve never seen in anyone else. “And liking you is like driving full speed into a brick wall. It’s gotta end, and it’s gonna be bad.”
“Not necessarily,” I reply and gently let my lips ghost the curve of her neck. “I mean, I like you too, so that’s something in our favor.”
She opens her eyes at that and looks up at me tentatively. “You do?”
“Fuck yeah,” I reply enthusiastically, and she laughs. “What’s not to like? Other than the singing.”
She slaps me playfully on the arm. I press my palms gently to the sides of her face and kiss her softly. She holds on to my biceps as I do it. “Seriously, Dix. I don’t think we need this to end tonight. I don’t think I can.”
“I know,” she confesses. “But the alternative is…impossible. Even if we kept this going long distance while you’re on the Storm, you’ll be on the Thunder soon, and then it’s got to stop and we’ll be in even deeper by then.”
I know what she’s saying is the truth, I just don’t care right now. “We don’t know when I’ll be called up. Why should we stop having fun now because of something that might or might not happen?”
I hate admitting that I might never make the team, but sadly it feels like the truth right now. I feel a deep burn of humiliation at that, but I push those thoughts from my head and focus on what I think I can win—her.
“You’ll make the team. One day.”
“But until then…let’s keep having a good time,” I reply, moving us back to the subject at hand. “I think we both need something fun in our lives.”
“Eli, the whole point of this was to work each other out of our system,” she reminds me softly.
“I think that’s going to take more time, though.”
“I just…I don’t think it’s a good time for anyone to be in my life,” she mumbles and I feel like, for a second, this isn’t about her job, but then she adds, “I’m up for a promotion and stuff.”
“We’re not breaking any rules right now,” I remind her. “I just think we’d be stupid to deny ourselves more of this.”
She reaches out and wraps her arms around my neck, moving under me, and gently pushes her thigh up to rub against my cock, which is growing again. “More of this.”
“Not just the sex,” I reply firmly. “You. Me. More of us.”
She cranes her neck, reaching up to kiss me. I kiss her back, but her phone starts ringing just when it’s getting good. She pulls away, wiggles her way out from under me and scurries over to the coffee table. I can’t believe she’s going to take a phone call when we’re about to get naked again.
“Sorry,” she tells me as she glances at the screen, her finger poised to swipe Accept. “It’s a work thing.”
She answers and I sit there and watch her pace the room talking with someone named Kelley about a meeting on Monday. I don’t know a Kelley in the Thunder organization, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one. She talks about marketing strategies and a presentation or something, but honestly, I’m totally distracted by the way her tiny, perky little butt looks in those lace boy shorts and the curve of her breasts spilling over the cups of her bra. And the way her hair glows a golden color in the candlelight is pretty fantastic too.
She must have ended the call because suddenly I hear her say. “You’re flat-out staring at my ass.”
I blink and force my eyes up. “Not exclusively. I was staring at your chest too for a while.”
