4. Dax #3
He leaned over, draping his body over my back so he could speak into my ear.
“Is that what you really want, to be ruined by us? Something tells me you don’t know what it feels like for someone to make love to you, always pushing for it to be rough and raw.
That’s not going to happen this morning, spitfire.
I’m going to teach you it doesn’t always have to be frenzied. ”
Fucking hell, this man was going to kill me.
Other than Cognac’s version of lovemaking which involved heavy amounts of denial, I’d always encouraged things to be rough.
That’s how life was unless you could hold your own.
It chewed you up and spat you out. What Picasso wanted was something I didn’t know if I could do.
Brushing my hair from my neck, Picasso started to kiss his way down it to my shoulder.
His arm curled around my waist until his fingers found my clit, which he started to rub in a circular motion.
Hearing his labored breaths in my ear as the feel of his body covering mine made me feel protected in a strange way.
The other had found my breast and started to knead it as his lips kissed any skin he could find.
“That’s it, spitfire, surrender to me, let me love your body, worship it as it was meant to be worshiped,” Picasso murmured, his pace speeding up a little more with shorter strokes.
With the uptake in speed, he used more pressure on my clit, driving me over the edge into a climax. “Picasso.” I moaned as I felt him join me in finishing.
Picasso grunted as he thrust into my ass, ensuring he was as deep as he could get while he came. “You. Are. Mine, spitfire,” he growled into my ear with one last pounding thrust.
Both of us breathing heavily, he rolled us to our sides but didn’t remove his cock from me.
Instead, he pulled my top leg over his and speared two fingers into my pussy.
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he was stroking my sweet spot with single-minded determination.
Another orgasm slammed into me, making my body go rigid, clamping down on his cock still inside me.
We groaned in pleasure, but he wasn’t done with me yet, finger fucking me through the moment.
Everything was feeling too sensitive, and when I turned to tell him to let me have a break, his lips descended upon mine, cutting off my words.
He started to move his hips slowly in time with his fingers double fucking me in a way I’d never experienced.
My body started to shiver and convulse as another wave of euphoria washed over me, making me babble senseless words and completely at his mercy.
This man single-handedly turned my brain into mush by just making love to me as he promised.
“Picasso, please, I don’t think I can take any more,” I begged as he stilled his fingers and cock, just holding me in suspended pleasure as my pussy twitched around the digits.
Picasso nuzzled into my neck. “Just let me hold you like this for a bit. I love the feeling of being this intimate with you, knowing I’m one of the lucky bastards you claimed.”
“You just like that it means you can fuck me whenever you want,” I teased.
He snorted, nipping at my ear. “We both know that’s not true. How long has it taken me to get you in my bed?”
“I kept telling you all you had to do was stake your claim before one of the others did. You just can’t say no to them if they challenge you,” I pointed out. “You might be the vice president of the club, but that doesn’t mean you are second place in everything.”
“Are you gonna sew that for me on a pillow so I don’t forget?” he asked, the humor clear in his voice.
Wriggling out of his hold and letting his dick slip out of me, I turned to face him, tossing my leg over his hip, still wanting to feel all of him against me.
“Nah, that shit would look awful. Instead, I’ll just make a rule that I won’t sleep with you unless you make the first move.
If you know you want some of this, then take it. I won’t turn you away.”
“I mean, you and Void had sex in the middle of a battlefield, so I guess that’s true, isn’t it,” he commented with a smile, moving in to kiss me in such an unhurried fashion I was learning to love.
There was a loud bang on the door, followed up by Cognac’s morning greeting. “You two done fucking yet? We got shit to do, and Dani called saying Eagle will be back around one-ish.”
Picasso growled but sat up. “I love that man like my brother, but fuck do I want to beat his ass sometimes.”
“Pretty sure that goes along with you feeling like he’s your brother,” I said, poking him in the gut. “I’m gonna go shower since someone needed to get me all sticky.”
He just grinned at me, far too pleased with himself, as I headed down the steps and out into the house.
For a place with so many people to only have two bathrooms, well, one really, since I’m the only person Eagle begrudgingly let’s use his.
Now with the addition of Cam and Wes into the mix, I was thinking we might need to add on or pick a different setup altogether.
“Fucking hell, shortcake, don’t just wander around naked,” Wes blurted after he spat out his coffee. “You have no idea who might be in or around the house right now.”
I gave him a cheeky smile and wink, continuing on my way to Eagle’s room.