Chapter 20 #2
Then I break as I lean forward and kiss him again, but this time I'm in control.
I wrap my hands in his hair, tugging hard, biting his lower lip before sucking it into my mouth.
Dax groans and kisses me back, his hands moving to my breasts, groping me through my dress.
His touch is rough, demanding, and I arch into it.
One of his hands slides down, pushing up the hem of my dress, finding the bare skin of my thigh. I open my legs. He doesn't hesitate. His fingers push my panties aside and plunge inside me. I gasp against his mouth, and he swallows the sound with another kiss, covering up my moans.
The taxi driver can see us in the rearview mirror. I catch his eyes for a second, and instead of being embarrassed, it sends a thrill through me. The idea of being watched. Being taken in the back of a cab while someone else watches--it's filthy and erotic and exactly what I need.
Dax's fingers move inside me, hitting the perfect spot, and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. Then he pulls his fingers out of me, and they are soaked from my arousal.
I'm about to protest when he locks his eyes on mine and brings his wet fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean, tasting me, and the sight is so obscene I can barely breathe.
"Delicious," he murmurs.
The taxi slows only moments later, pulling up in front of my building. Dax leans close, his lips brushing my ear.
"I'm not done with you. Invite me inside."
I don't hesitate. "Yes."
He throws cash at the driver—way more than the fare—and we stumble out onto the sidewalk, and into the building.
The elevator ride is a blur of hands and mouths. Dax pushes me against the wall, his body pinning me there as he kisses me. I reach between us, finding the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. I stroke him through the fabric, and he hisses against my mouth.
His hand is back under my dress, fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles before he pulls my panties aside again and thrusts two fingers inside me. I cry out, too loud in the enclosed space. He lifts one of my legs, hooking it around his hip for better access, and pounds his fingers into me.
"Dax," I gasp.
"Say it again."
"Dax. Please."
The elevator dings, announcing our arrival. We stumble out into the hallway, his hands still all over me. I fumble with my keys, trying to get the door unlocked while he presses against me from behind.
His cock is rock hard, grinding against my ass. He pulls my hair to the side and kisses the back of my neck, biting gently.
"Open the door," he growls.
My hands are shaking. The key finally slides home, and I turn the lock. The door swings open.
We stumble inside, and Dax kicks it closed with his foot. The slam echoes through my apartment, but I barely register it.
We're on each other like animals.
I throw my keys and purse onto the credenza by the door, the contents scattering, and then Dax spins me around to face him.
I crash my mouth against his, my hands flying around his neck, tangling in his hair. He kisses me back with the same desperate hunger, his hands groping every inch of my body—my waist, my hips, my ass, my breasts.
I pull at his suit jacket, tugging it down his arms. He shrugs out of it and flings it across the room.
We're moving. Stumbling backward through my apartment, heading toward the living room, toward the couch. My hands find the buttons of his shirt, and I work them frantically, popping them open one by one while he kisses me.
His hands reach behind me, searching for the zipper of my dress. He finds it and slides it down slowly, the sound loud in the charged silence between our ragged breaths.
I get his shirt unbuttoned halfway, exposing his chest, and my hands flatten against his skin. He's warm, solid, all muscle.
He pushes my dress off my shoulders. The fabric pools at my waist, then slides down my hips. I step out of it, kicking it aside, left in nothing but my bra and panties. His eyes rake over me, dark and hungry.
We keep moving. He's pushing me backward, slow deliberate steps, his mouth never leaving mine.
I grab his tie, pulling it loose, stretching it over his head.
He helps, and I fling it across the room where it lands somewhere in the shadows.
I finish unbuttoning his shirt and yank it open, pushing it off his shoulders and tossing it as well.
"Fuck, Scarlett," he groans against my mouth.
My hands drop to his belt. I unbuckle it with trembling fingers while he gropes my bare skin—my stomach, my ribs, my breasts still confined in my bra.
I pull the belt free and toss it aside. Then I'm unbuttoning his pants, yanking down the zipper, my knuckles brushing against the hard length of his cock straining beneath.
He hisses.
We're at the couch now. The back of my legs hit the cushions, and Dax turns us around. He sits down heavily, pulling me between his spread legs.
I stand there, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling. His eyes burn into me. Intense. Possessive. Consuming.
"Come here," he says, his voice rough.
Dax exhales sharply, his gaze roaming over my lace lingerie. He leans forward, his lips brushing against the soft skin just above my navel. A shiver rushes up my spine as his hands travel between my thighs, teasing, exploring.
His mouth trails lower, his forehead pressing lightly against the thin lace of my panties.
My fingers weave into his hair as he tilts his head up, his eyes flickering with dark hunger.
With deliberate precision, he grips one of my legs, and lifts it on the edge of the sofa as he slides the fabric of my panties aside, his fingers slipping inside of my pussy.
He allows my juices to coat his fingers.
A gasp escapes me as he strokes slow, then deeper, his touch igniting a fire inside me.
"Dax," I whisper, my grip tightening in his hair. He hums against my skin, his fingers thrusting, stretching, unraveling me.
My legs feel weak beneath me when he suddenly hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down my thighs. His command is a low growl against my skin.
"Sit on my face."
Heat floods through me at his words. He pulls me onto him, his grip firm as he guides me forward, positioning me above his chest. His head falls back against the sofa, as I position my wet pussy on top of his face, his mouth claiming me without hesitation.
My body tenses, then melts as his tongue moves with precision, stroking and licking me from top to bottom, flicking over my clit.
I gasp, my thighs quivering as he devours me.
He alternates his tongue with two fingers, playing with my g-spot.
The sound is audible as he grips my thighs in place and he holds me right where he wants me.
I arch against him, my hips rocking as he tongue fucks me, drawing me higher and higher until the sensation is unbearable. My moans spiral into breathless cries, my fingers clutching his hair, as I grind against his face.
"Dax—" My voice shatters as the climax overtakes me. I let go completely, as I squirt forcefully on his face, my juices spread all over his chin, leaving me shaking, undone.
His mouth lingers, his tongue slow and languid as he drinks me in, his hands gripping my thighs possessively. When he finally lets me go, I collapse against him, panting.
He slides me onto his lap, his erection pressing thick and insistent beneath his trousers. I slide down between his legs, my hands eager as I unfasten his belt, then his pants. He watches me, amusement playing at the corner of his lips, but the fire in his eyes is anything but patient.
He shifts and lifts as I pull his pants down, his arousal springing free, hard and heavy.
My mouth waters as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking once, then leaning forward, I lick the pre-cum off of the tip with my tongue.
The taste of him is intoxicating. He slowly starts to stroke himself, as I place my mouth over his cock, sucking on it like a fiend.
His hands keep jerking his dick into my mouth, but then he reaches out and grabs my hair, pulling it tightly in his fist.
Dax groans as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. I move slowly at first, savoring the way he shudders beneath my touch. I suck him with hollow cheeks, as his tip repeatedly hits the back of my throat.
"Fuck," he rasps, his grip tightening as he thrusts his hips upward, fucking my face. His control is slipping, his breaths coming fast and ragged. The tears start collecting in a stream down my face, as I gag and choke on his dick.
I moan against him, the vibration making his hips jerk. He curses, his hold on me unyielding as he guides my pace. I take him deeper, my eyes flicking up to meet his, the intensity in his gaze sending a rush of heat through me.
Then, with a guttural growl, his muscles tense, his toes curl and his head falls back as he pulses in my mouth.
He holds my head in place as his cum spurts to the back of my throat, spilling all over my tongue.
I swallow every drop, lingering, savoring, before finally pulling back, licking my lips as I meet his darkened stare.
Dax lets out a slow breath to calm his breathing as I stand up quickly and saunter away, my legs still shaking as I head for the kitchen.
I'm parched, and even more so now at this moment.
I grab two glasses and fill them with water taking a slow sip from one of them, swishing the contents around my mouth to help swallow whatever is left of him down.
I look out over at Dax as he sits on the couch and give him a flirtatious wink. He shakes his head and then stands up as he begins walking over towards me. His dick is thick and long as I watch him, his body tight and muscular.
I hold out a glass of water for him to drink. He reaches for it, and then tosses the liquid back in one long gulp.
"Thank you," he murmurs, as he moves closer, his lips brushing my ear.