10. Dexter
Chapter ten
Dexter
I roll over in my bed to put my phone back on my nightstand and sharp pain shoots through my side. Oh shit. I grab my side, wincing and hoping to stop the unrelenting pain. I forgot how much it hurts when you break a rib.
The fight tonight was a shit show. All I wanted to do was burn some energy and feel something besides the ache and love that comes when I see Hazel.
I must’ve been a masochist in another life because I agreed to letting the other fighter win, which meant I had to take the hits. I knew that going in. I expected it to hurt, but shit, this is fucking beyond. And now I’ve invited the one person who has caused me more agony than anyone into my safe place.
I try to take a shallow breath but end up white knuckling the sheets. That’s when I hear a knock on the front door of my apartment. Shit, that’s probably Hazel. In a moment of sheer weakness, I’d called her. She was the first person to come to my mind when I thought about someone helping me and honestly, the only one I wanted to. I probably should’ve thought about it more and called one of my brothers instead, but all I could think about was how much I need and want her close, clouding my mind.
Holding my side, I slowly get up from my bed to make my way across my small apartment. Taking more time than any man would like to admit, I finally make it to the door.
When I open the door, she turns and gasps, looking me over. I’m barely hanging on and she must see it because she quickly moves to my side. “What happened to you?" she asks me, her voice full of concern.
“Had a fight,” I grunt out as I try to move but I don’t get very far.
“Here, let me help you." She loops an arm around my waist. "Do you want to sit on the couch or go to the bedroom?”
“The couch is fine,” I grit out.
With her supporting me as much as she can, we finally make it to the couch and I lay down, trying not to wince from the pain.
Hazel places her purse on the counter and closes the front door. She doesn’t come near me. She just stays standing there in the middle of my living room, her heated gaze looking me up and down.
She looks at my face and her cheeks are red.
I give her a grin and that seems to get her out of whatever trance. She shakes her head, "Have you had any pain medication?" She asks with an even tone, not giving any indication of how she is feeling.
“Not yet.”
“Where can I find it?”
“In my bathroom cabinet.”
With those words, she disappears into my room. A few seconds later, she returns holding a bottle of Ibuprofen in her hand.
“Do you have a glass of water?”
This time I just shake my head. She moves from the doorway and into the small kitchen. I can’t see her from where I’m positioned on the couch, but I can hear the water running. I close my eyes for a few minutes, trying to force my body to relax a bit.
“Here, take this.”
My eyes open at the sound of her voice. I am greeted with her leaning over me and the beautiful sight of the swell of her breasts from how her shirt hangs down. If I could possibly lean up some, I could probably get a good view of her bra too, but I can’t muster the strength.
She shoves her hands in my face, one holding two pills and the other a glass of water.
I take them and down the hatch they go. Once I swallow, I whisper, “Thank you.”
She takes the glass from me and places it on the coffee table. “Do you need anything else?” She asks me with a tightness in her voice, as if she's holding herself back.
I just need to admit why I called her. I want her to be close to me no matter the cost, whether it's my pride or my heart. “You.”
Her eyes soften and the green in her eyes lightens. Hope fills them as she tentatively asks me, “Dexter, what are you saying?”
“Hazel, I want you to stay with me tonight. And I don’t mean sleep. I need to feel something other than the pain I always feel.”
As she holds my eyes, her pupils dilate and her bottom lip pouts. "I…I'm sorry", she stutters out.
I stare at her, getting lost in her clover eyes. Fuck, she is something else, even after all this time. And I need her. Now. “Come here, Hazel.” It's a strict order that I have no business giving. I should be finding out why she's kept herself away from me, not letting her see how much I missed her.
She perches on the edge of the couch. When I try to bring her even closer, she stops me with a hand on my chest, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Dexter, I don't want to hurt you more. Besides, don't you hate me?" she asks with her eyes filled with sorrow.
And I know she doesn't just mean physically. She means hurting me in every way since she walked out on me five years ago. I should hate her, but I can't seem to. "I don't hate you, Sugar Lips. I could never hate you. I'm fucking furious with you. And it's time for you to be punished."
My grip tightens around her wrist and I force her face closer to mine. She doesn’t try to pull away this time and I can see it in her eyes. The lust. She wants me just as much as I want her. I brush my lips against hers, but fuck, the pain in my ribs hits me.
Hazel must see it because she pulls away. “As much as I want you, Dex, now's not the time. You’re in pain.”
“Sugar Lips, if you refuse me, I'll not be held accountable for what I do next." I'm determined to have her. I let her go once and I'm not doing that again, even if it's for one night.
She just stares at me but doesn’t reject the idea right away. I can see the gears moving in her head. After a few seconds she stands up, her eyes never leaving mine. When I think she's going to walk away, she starts to unbutton her pants. I lick my lips and my cock hardens at the thought of giving me what I want.
Hazel makes a show of taking her jeans off. Slowly, she pushes them down her toned legs and my mouth waters. All I want to do is taste her on my tongue.
When she stands up after kicking them off, she puts her fingers in the waistband of her panties, but I stop her. “Don’t take those off. I want to.”
“Okay," she says breathily which makes my cock harden even more. I haven’t been this hard in a long time, not since the last time I took her. I can’t wait to be inside her, but first I want her on my tongue.
“Hazel, I said I want you to sit on my face.”
She moves like a gazelle and climbs up on the couch. Placing her knees on either side of my head, she hovers right above my face. All I can see is her glistening pussy. All I can smell is her arousal. All I can feel is her velvety skin on my lips.
She is so wet that it’s dripping down her inner thigh. I lick her juices off the inside of her leg. Her legs tremble around me as I lick her slit, tasting her sweet musk on my lips.
Fuck, I sure did miss this. Tasting her is the sweetest sin and I can’t stop. I devour her. I suck on her clit until she tangles her hands in my hair, shaking with her impending orgasm. She starts to ride my face, pushing her luscious pussy in my face.
"Fuuuck, Dex,” she moans.
I need her to come. I need to be inside her. But not yet. First, she needs to endure her punishment. Then I can be inside her.
I back off her clit, pulling away from her delicious pussy. She tries to grind harder into me, chasing her need to orgasm. I grip her thighs to keep her from moving.
She looks down at me with her eyebrows pulled down in confusion. “Why did you stop?” she whines.
I don’t answer her, pulling my hand back and smacking her ass. She jumps a little “Ow. That hurt. Why did you do that?”
"Because you left me,” I say against her pussy. I don’t let her answer. I immediately start licking down her center, devouring her.
“Shit…Dex.” Her back arches and she moans loudly.
I can feel her getting closer and I pull away again. Hazel lets out a frustrated groan.
That’s when I smack her ass again. She lets out a hiss while her body tries to jolt forward but my hands wrapped around her won’t let her move. “Who do you belong to, Hazel?”
She looks down at me with a softness and understanding in her eyes. “You, Dex. It’s always been you.” A small smirk pulls up the corner of her lips.
I kiss her clit but then smack her two more times in succession. I know she must have my handprint emblazoned on her ass, but I need her to understand she’s mine and all that the entails. “Say you’ll never leave me again.”
“I’ll never leave you ever.” She looks deep into my eyes and her words are filled with so much conviction that I can feel how serious she is deep in my bones.
With those words something loosens in my chest, and I didn’t realize how much I needed her to say that. I smack her ass one last time, each one representing every year she’s been gone. “If you ever leave me again, I will chase you. And when I find you, I will tie you up and never let you out of my sight.”
Her body shivers with my words of possession. She can test me, but I already know that she will never be out of my sight again. She will never have another chance to leave me.
I pull her thighs down again and her pussy is dripping even more. It seems my girl likes to be spanked. I suck her clit into my mouth and graze it with my teeth.
Her legs shake in my hands as she pushes her breasts out, moaning while rubbing herself against me. Fuck, she must be close.
“Give it to me, Sugar Lips. I want your cum dripping down my face. Right now.”
My words spur something in her because she squeezes her legs around me, tightening her whole body. Her pussy spasms against my tongue and a rush of wetness enters my mouth. I do the only thing I can do; I lick her up all while she rides out her orgasm.
I grip her thighs and push her up a little. “Fuck, Hazel. I need you on my cock now.”
When our eyes connect, I see a single tear roll down her cheek. "Hazel, what's wrong?"
"I've just missed you so much." She looks away and I swear I heard her whisper, "And I hope you don't leave me when you find out."
What she doesn't realize is that I will never let her go again.