Chapter 11 #3
Because she's right, isn't she? I have known him for a while, and I know better than anyone that Dax isn't a nice guy. I just…keep forgetting. "Yeah, I know who he is."
"Okay, well…have a good night, Saige."
"Thanks," I say to her back as she walks away.
"There's no way he fucks fully clothed," Kira scoffs, taking a swig of her beer. "I mean, that'd put him in the same category as snake guy for me. What do you think he's got under his clothes that's such a fucking secret?"
"I don't know. Maybe he just has sensory issues."
But I'm not looking at her. I'm watching Dax and Nolan across the room, leaning into each other while they speak. Dax touches his hip before walking away, featherlight and just barely with his fingertips.
Then, he weaves through the crowded room back to me, taking my hand in his. "What's wrong with you, huh?" he asks as he studies my face. "I miss your smile."
He leans in, kissing my cheek. "Seems like a nice enough guy to me," Kira says, shrugging.
"Thank you, Kira. I agree." Dax cocks his head, shooting me a mocking smile to match his tone. "You hear that, Ripley? You know, you should compliment me more."
"That's never going to happen."
"I'm going to steal her from you now," Dax tells Kira. "Have a good rest of your night."
Dax heads for the staircase with my hand still in his. "Have fun," Kira says to our backs. "Use a condom."
Dax laughs and leans into my ear. "Well, you know that won't be happening."
I drop his hand, crossing my arms in front of me.
"Seriously, Ripley, what's wrong with you? Do you feel okay? You want me to get you some water or something?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You're tougher than this, Saige," he says again once we reach the top of the staircase. "Whatever it is, you need to let it go."
I can, and I will let it go. It's not the first time feelings have tried to creep up on me over the past couple of years; I know how to turn them off.
And the attachment I feel to him makes me physically ill. It makes me hate myself. That should make it easier, not harder.
Dax locks the door behind us, running his hands down my arms in the dark room. He stops at the hemline of my top and then pulls it over my head, leaving me standing in front of him in my bra, skirt, and boots.
He sighs. "I missed you. I thought about you all day. You're so fucking pretty, Saige."
He doesn't mean it. Don't listen to him.
His lips meet mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth, slowly, sensually teasing mine. I turn my head, breaking the kiss and reaching for the waistband of his pants.
I don't have to kiss him for this.
But he tries to catch my lips again, and I dodge them again, kissing his neck instead.
He grabs me by the chin. "No, Saige. Let me kiss you."
I try to shake my head, but he keeps that grip on my chin, this time, forcefully pressing his lips to mine. He drags my lower lip through his teeth before growling, "Open your mouth."
I listen, allowing my lips to part, his tongue more thoroughly exploring my mouth.
Fully giving into the kiss, I close my eyes, breathing him in, feeling that ache—that longing—at the center of my chest again and hating myself a little more.
Still, I slide my hands over his hard chest, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, threading my fingers through his thick curly hair.
"I fucking love your pretty mouth," he groans against my lips. "I can't wait to feel it wrapped around my dick again."
Dax picks me up under my thighs, holding me so that my legs are around his waist. "You're my favorite toy, Saige.
And I don't care if you're broken—I still want to play with you.
" He walks us toward the bed, laying me down on my back with my legs hanging off the edge. "And I know you still want me, too."
He reaches behind me, undoing the clasp of my bra before sliding it from my shoulders. Then, he removes his own shirt, looking down at me with hungry eyes. I avert my own, lowering my gaze to his core.
He grabs my right foot, untying and removing my boot and sock, kissing the inside of my calve before repeating the action on the other side. Then, he reaches beneath my skirt, pulling my underwear down my legs and tossing them aside.
Dax leans over me, bracing himself with one arm at my side while his right hand brushes my hair away from my face. "Hey, look at me." When my eyes meet his, he says again, "I missed you. Did you miss me, too?"
I shake my head.
"Liar," he says. "Don't lie, Saige."
He kisses me again, trailing his lips along my jaw, and then to the side of my throat.
"You can be tough for everyone else every other time, but I want you to be weak for me.
Right here…" He pushes up my skirt, rubbing the hard ridge of his cock over my bare pussy, and I gasp.
Then, he runs his hand over my breast, stopping and placing it over my heart. "And preferably right here, too."
"That's not a weak spot for me," I tell him, my tone less than convincing.
Dax smiles. "We'll see…"
He drops to his knees at the side of the bed, spreading my thighs wide before I feel his warm, wet tongue running up and down my slit. My back arches when it rolls over my clit, and it's almost painful when he takes it away, moving down to my opening and then thrusting it inside me.
I fist the comforter in my hands, squirming against him while biting back a moan.
"That's better," he says. And then he runs his tongue over me again, stopping at my clit, circling it and sucking with expert precision, giving me the exact attention I want.
I throw my legs over his shoulders, rolling my hips just a little. I can't help it; it just feels so fucking good.
I don't have to like him to like fucking him. I've managed that plenty of times before. I just need to shut out all the noise—all the sweet words laced in honey and venom. I close my eyes and focus on separating my mind from my body, on reminding myself who he is.
On the black dress on the back of my door with the tags still on it, the smell of burnt hair. I even go back to that night with Miles, trying to remember how callous and unbothered he was, but it's no longer clear. I can't wrap my head around it.
He moans against my clit, the vibrations causing me to cry out, and without noticing it, I've grabbed the back of his neck. He responds by increasing the pressure on my clit, and then thrusting two fingers inside me.
"Ahh, Dax!"
"Mmm…you're fucking soaked," he says.
Then he adds a third finger, stretching me, and I cry out while he fucks me with them. "Oh, god!"
He looks up at me, my fist still gripping his hair. "You want to tell the truth now?" he asks, my orgasm building around those fingers. "Tell the truth, and I'll lick your clit."
"W-what?"
"Tell the truth. Did you miss me? Did you miss the way I work your pussy?"
"Ah!" I whimper, my abdominal muscles tightening. "Fine. I missed you."
He smirks before giving me what I want—what I'm desperate for—his mouth against my pussy, his tongue against my clit while his fingers pump into me.
I can't take it anymore. I'm about to come apart.
My clit pulses against his tongue, my hips lifting off the bed as waves of pleasure unravel at my core and roll up my spine.
I writhe against him, digging my heels into his back, and with his free hand, he pins one of my thighs open against the bed, sucking and finger fucking me through it until I'm overstimulated and can't take anymore.
"Dax…" I pant. My legs fall limp on either side of his head. "I can't…"
"Maybe you should lose the attitude with me then, Saige."
He pulls himself up, kissing me again, and this time, I taste myself all over his tongue. I hear him fumbling with his jeans while he kisses me, and seconds later, he effortlessly slips inside me in one smooth motion.
I'm weak. I'm definitely weak for this.
"Fuuuuck," he groans as he moves in and out of me. "Maybe I shouldn't have done this. You feel so good on my dick, baby. I don't know how I'm going to stop."
"What do you mean?" I ask breathlessly. "I don't want you to stop. Don't stop."
He pulls his cock out of me and climbs onto the bed, sitting behind my head and clasping my hands in his, our fingers laced together. "You can't touch him, okay?"
"What?"
But then, Nolan steps out of the adjoining bathroom. My pulse races; I can barely breathe.
"Don't put your hands on him, don't try to touch him under his clothes, okay, baby? And you know he doesn't like to kiss, right?"
Nolan stops at the side of the bed, standing between my open legs, my pussy barely covered by my plaid miniskirt.
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.