CHAPTER 33 Ainsley Bradley
Rock
It’s late Sunday, and the baby is already down when the front door opens and Dex walks through the door.
I didn’t know what time he’d be home, but I’ve been waiting all day.
My instinct is to rush over to him, but I also don’t know if we’re there. I don’t want to be the desperate girl who…
Oh, screw it.
I follow my instinct, and I race into his arms. He laughs even with the oof that escapes him at my impact, and my mouth crashes to his. I hear the thud of his duffel as he drops it on the floor beside us and kisses me intensely for a few beats.
He pulls back. “That’s one hell of a greeting,” he says. We kiss between sentences. “Maybe I should go away more often.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, and he laughs.
“I’ll have to with my schedule, but it’ll only be for a few nights at a time.” Another kiss.
“I can probably manage that.” More kissing.
He pulls away. “I brought you something.”
I step back and clap my hands together. “A souvenir?”
“Not exactly,” he says, and he reaches into his pocket.
He pulls out a ring, and my jaw drops as he grabs my hand and slides it on.
“I was thinking when we were in Chicago how people kept asking to see the ring. You should be wearing one if you’re my wife, so I picked this one up. I hope you like it.”
He sounds nearly shy at the end, and it’s very sweet.
I glance down at the rock, and make no mistake, that’s what this is. It’s a freaking rock. It feels heavy on my hand, and it must be four carats at least. It’s a radiant cut with double pave bands, and I’ve never seen a more gorgeous ring in my entire life.
“Like it?” I repeat. “I freaking love it, Dex. You shouldn’t have, but I’m glad you did.”
He chuckles, and I toss my arms around his neck.
“Thank you.”
He leans down to kiss me. “You’re welcome.” He hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me in, and there’s no more studying the ring as instead we make time to study each other.
We didn’t have enough time in Chicago to have sex again, especially not with Jack sleeping a few feet away from us, but now he’s back and we have time again.
Sort of.
He has to be at the practice facility at eight tomorrow, which means in less than twelve hours, we’ll be apart again. I’m sure he’s exhausted after a trying couple of weeks, and I’m sure he’s eager to get back to his own bed after sleeping in a hotel for so long.
But he’s not rushing me. Instead, as his mouth opens to mine and his tongue starts to move in my mouth, I feel like he’s taking his time. He’s moving slowly, intentionally, and there’s something really sexy about it.
I slide my fingers into his dark hair, and the strands are soft between my fingers. He deepens our kiss, still keeping a slow, tender pace as we move in closer to each other, our bodies pressed together in delicious anticipation of what’s to come.
He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me over to the couch, and he wastes no time in getting us situated before he’s hovering over me, slamming his hips to mine in a preview of what’s to come.
His lips move from mine and across my cheek toward my ear.
“I’ve been dreaming of your cunt for two weeks,” he murmurs.
He licks the shell of my ear before he slowly moves down my body.
He grips my pants and pulls them off with my panties in one fell swoop, and I’m left breathless by his agile, quick movements.
He reaches under the shirt I’m still wearing to find one of my breasts, and he hisses when he feels my naked breast there, not covered by a bra.
He thumbs one nipple until it’s a hard peak, and then he moves his attention to the other as he continues to kiss his way down my body and toward my pelvis.
He moves to the side to kiss my naked hipbone, and then he continues his downward trek as he moves his hand from my nipple, creating a trail down my skin that leaves me shivering until he slides a finger directly into my pussy.
I cry out, my hips jerking off the couch at the feel of his welcome intrusion, and he starts to move his fingers in and out.
“I’ve wanted to taste this cunt since that night we went on the roller coaster,” he says, and he moves his fingers out to dip his tongue in.
“Ah!” I yell, my hips jerking out of control so my thighs basically slap his face.
“Mm,” he groans, his hum vibrating warmly through my entire being. He pushes his tongue in and out, and he grunts a hot little, “Fuck,” when he slides his tongue out toward my clit. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He sucks on my clit, and nothing has ever felt like this.
I cry out some moaning, incoherent sounds as I try to get a grip, but what he’s doing to my pussy is causing everything else to short-circuit.
My brain can’t seem to focus on anything except for the pleasure he’s delivering, and my God, is he delivering.
His tongue dips back down inside me, and he thumbs my clit at the same time.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“You,” I cry.
“What do you want me to do? You have to ask for it, baby. You deserve everything you want. Don’t be shy.”
“My clit!” I cry, and I thought I’d feel weird asking for what I want, but I don’t. He’s telling me to do it, and he’s right. I deserve what I want. He’s teaching me to ask for it. “I want your tongue on my clit and your finger inside.”
He does exactly as I ask, and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere.
It’s this rush of pleasure that I can’t even begin to define that plows into me with an excruciating, blazing force.
My legs clench together as my entire body tightens while this release pumps through me, throb after intense throb, and he somehow follows the jerking of my hips, his tongue still moving in and out of me even though my knees are pressing against his head.
I scream his name as I fly through it, not really sure where I’m going or what I’m doing, as it feels like all I can see are stars peppering the darkness with my eyes squeezed shut and my body writhing along with the motion.
When the pulses start to slow, I gradually force my knees to relax their grip on his ears, and he sits back on his knees. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and he raises a brow as his lip curls into a sexy smile.
“Fuck, Ains. That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
My cheeks flush. Hell, I think my entire body might flush.
It might’ve been the hottest thing he’s ever seen, but it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, too.
And we’re only getting started.
He reaches into his back pocket and produces a condom, but I sit up and set my hand on his arm to stop him. His brows push together in confusion as he angles his head to look at me.
I raise a brow and nod toward his dick, and he seems to get what I’m saying.
“Take off your pants,” I say.
He chuckles. He shakes his head a little lazily. “You want them off? You take them off.”
I’m not sure why his words are so incredibly steamy, but they are.
It’s a clear demand for dominance after he just told me to ask for what I want, and I am willing to bend to his every word.
I love when he tells me what to do. He’s experienced at this, and I’m not.
And if he wants me to take off his pants? Hell yeah, I’ll do it.
I’ll freaking pull them down with my teeth if he asked me to. That’s how good that last orgasm he gave me was.
I flick the button of his jeans and start to yank them down, but he’s not moving from his position where he’s on his knees over my legs, still sitting back on his legs.
I force my legs out from under him, and I move so I’m kneeling in front of him. I can’t push his pants down if he doesn’t move, so instead, I pull the zipper down, reach in, and stroke his cock under his boxers for a few seconds.
He tilts his head as he watches me, completely in control of the situation despite the fact that I literally have him by the balls at the moment.
I pull his cock out, and I glance up at him, curious about his reaction.
He hasn’t really moved at all. I see the heat in his eyes, though, and it’s a dead giveaway that he wants this.
Wants me. He’s just watching me to see what move I’ll make next, and there’s something really hot about having all the power in this moment.
I get off the couch and move to the floor, his cock still in my hand, and I push on his hip to indicate he should move.
He finally does, unfolding his legs from beneath him, and he sits on the couch with his feet on either side of me on the floor.
This is a much better angle to work with, and I sit up a little higher, bend over him, and lick the tip of his cock.
I look up at him, and he’s looking down at me, and a searing moment passes between us before I keep my eyes on him as I suck his cock into my mouth.
“Ohhhh fuck,” he moans, and his hand moves over my head, where he gently presses the back as if to tell me to take him deeper.
I do, breaking our eye contact so I can take him all the way to the back of my throat until his cock is choking me and cutting off my air supply.
It’s not in a panicked kind of way but rather in a hot-as-hell kind of way.
I know I’m still fully in control even though he’s trying to control from over me, and just as he pushes the back of my head, he thrusts his hips.
He lets out possibly the sexiest little growly moan I’ve ever heard when he does it, and the fact that I’m turning him on as much as I am gives me the sort of power trip I wasn’t expecting to feel in this moment.
It’s hot. It’s sexy.
It’s achingly beautiful, so achingly that my own body starts to throb for him.
I’m new at a lot of this. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had a cock in my mouth.
I’m not totally innocent. But I’m inexperienced compared to him, not that I particularly want in this moment to think about the sheer number of women he’s been with.
Still, the way he’s reacting to what I’m doing to him makes me feel like I’m the queen of the world.
Like I’m the only one who matters. Like whoever came before me couldn’t possibly have given him what I can.
Maybe he makes every woman feel that way, or maybe I really am special. I can fool myself into thinking I am, anyway.
I bob my head up and down his shaft, and he occasionally pushes my head down further. He holds me there for a few beats, and sometimes he takes over and thrusts into my mouth, taking what he needs from me.
It’s all working well. Too well.
“Fuck, Ains,” he grunts. “I’m about to come.”
I appreciate the warning but don’t move from my spot, and hot streams of his cum jet to the back of my throat as I finish him off. And once he’s finished and the quaking of his body starts to slow, he pulls me up into his arms and cradles me there a few quiet moments.
He’s so different than I expected. He comes off as this bad boy football star without a care in the world, and that’s not at all who he is.
He’s sweet and kind. He’s scared, and yet he’s not running from the things that scare him. He’s facing them and tackling them head-on.
And he’s doing it all while holding my hand in his.