21. Nyah #3
His tongue landed between my thighs. Stroking through my folds, he devoured me hard and fast like he’d been waiting weeks to do it. I reached back and grabbed the armrest, needing something to ground me while his tongue did indecent things to my most sensitive spots.
He kissed my pussy like he kissed my mouth. Slow, long, delicious licks that reminded me this man knew exactly how to please a woman and had no problem taking his time and enjoying every moment of it.
“Forgot how good you taste,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Forgot how bad I love hearing you moan.”
It was impossible not to when his tongue was everywhere, fucking my opening, making my hips thrust up, so desperate for more.
He gave it to me, fingers sliding inside me, stretching me, giving me that friction I needed for the beginnings of an orgasm to build inside, fast and strong, a tornado of feelings I couldn’t hold back.
“Need you inside me,” I gasped, not wanting to come on his tongue but with him buried deep in my pussy. “God, Dax! Please!”
A sharp knock came on the window.
Three distinct knocks that had both Dax and I freezing.
Again, another three deliberate knocks, and I remembered what I’d told Lynx back in the house, when I’d wanted some privacy from Luca.
I’d told him to knock three times if someone was coming.
I stared at Dax, tears filling my eyes. “I have to go. That’s Lynx. Those knocks mean one of the Guerras is coming.”
But Dax’s expression was full of possessive need. He grabbed my chin and stared me dead in the eye. “Not until I’ve made you come.”
He didn’t ask. Didn’t say another word.
One sharp tug on his shorts had his dick free.
The next movement was a single sharp thrust inside me that splintered my entire being. I cried out, and he slapped a hand over my mouth as voices outside the car grew louder.
Lynx’s voice.
Then Luca’s.
Then Carlos’s.
My eyes went wide with panic, but Dax didn’t stop. He fucked me hard and fast, his thick cock a punishment for leaving him as much as a torturous pleasure, rewarding me for being here now. I moaned behind his hand, hidden only from the dangers outside by fogged-up windows.
We were playing with fire. A dangerous one that could engulf us both at any minute, but when he replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing me hard, fucking me harder, there was nothing I could do to resist.
Nothing but go with it. To let the need for him swell and grow.
The orgasm he’d built with his tongue and his fingers didn’t need much convincing.
It swirled through my body, rising from the pressure and pleasure of having him inside me.
He’d always felt like he was made for me.
So perfectly sized and shaped to hit every sensitive spot, every ache, every nerve ending that sent my body into overdrive.
“You’re mine,” he whispered between hot, drugging kisses. “I won’t let them keep you, Nyah. Not when you’ve always been mine.”
I stifled a sob, needing his words but knowing they were just that.
Words.
And they meant nothing in this world. Actions were the only things that mattered.
So instead of whispering back that he was mine too, like my heart wanted to, I just lifted my hips to meet his.
Let him grind on my clit while he was inside me, until feelings took over the thoughts in my head and all I could do was go with it.
The tidal wave washed me away on a river that was all Dax.
My pussy tightened and clenched, pulsing around his cock. I dug my nails into his muscled back, holding him to me, knowing this needed to be faster before anyone other than Lynx realized I was in here.
He came with a growl of need on his lips, a possessive hand in my hair, tongue in my mouth.
We were a hot, sweaty tangle of limbs and need and whispered promises neither of us could keep.
All while Luca and Carlos’s conversation outside the car swirled around my head like an impending cloud of doom. One that couldn’t touch me right now, because of the shelter of Dax’s arms, but one that would drown me the minute I stepped out into the rain.
Our bodies slowed, the hum of electricity between us dying down to the low crackle that was always there. I buried my face in his neck, holding him to me, breathing together for the last couple of moments that would have to see me through until God only knew when.
“Coast is clear,” Lynx’s voice came strained through the car door.
Dax’s grip on me tightened.
But I reached behind me and unhooked his hands. “You have to let me go.”
“What if I can’t?”
Then we were both doomed to this. A lifetime of dangerous, secret hookups that would be so infrequent it couldn’t satisfy either of us.
“Try,” I whispered. “You don’t deserve any of this. You have to find someone else who can give you more.”
He shook his head miserably. “This is all so fucked up, Nyah.”
Didn’t I know it. I put on my underwear, and he helped me get my jeans back on. He pulled my shirt over my head and then kissed my lips. “When will I get to see you again?”
I shook my head. I had no idea, and that was probably better. “I have to go.”
“I love you.”
It wasn’t fair for me to keep saying it back, even though I so desperately did. “I have to go,” I repeated.
And this time, he let me.