16. Chapter 16 #3
“Come for me, baby. Fall apart on me.” Dax’s voice vibrated across my slick flesh.
He sucked my clit between his teeth, and the tension curled tight around my core before a wave of release convulsed through my body.
Brightness exploded in my vision, and I felt myself clench around his fingers in a rush of desire.
My whole body felt as though it had been struck by lightning.
He slowly removed his fingers, licking and sucking as he slid them from my entrance.
“What the hell,” were the only words I managed to form as my body shuddered against him.
“You're fucking divine, Luce.” Despite the bliss, a dull ache continued to pulse in my core, and I found myself wanting more of him.
“Dax,” I said softly with my back still pressed against the wall.
I lifted my shaky leg from his shoulder, and he guided it back down to the floor.
My knees wobbled, but I managed to steady myself and reach my hand to slide down his bare chest. His arousal was pressed obviously against the side of his pants, and another pang of need coursed through me. “That was…you are…” I whispered.
His soft chuckle was etched with remorse. “You’ve had a very traumatic day, and everything just feels heightened right now. You need to try to get some sleep.” He brushed a kiss across the top of my thigh and stood.
“But…what about you?” I reached down to caress his hardness with one hand, fondling the fly of the button on his pants. “You should at least let me return the favor.” I stroked my hand against him and undid the button.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. “I just wanted to make you feel better.”
“You did. I want to,” I assured him, unzipping his jeans and tugging at them. He didn’t move when I yanked them down. His hardness sprang free through his boxers, and I nearly gasped when I realized the size of him. I was a little afraid, and very, very turned on.
Not wanting to give him a second longer to change his mind, I reached around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down too.
This time, I couldn’t help the small noise of surprise that escaped my lips.
He was massive. I stared down between us with shock and thirst. The girth of his cock was so thick, I wasn’t sure if there was any part of me that could fit him inside.
Its veined length looked like something that had been carved by an ancient sculptor.
I skated my hand across it and tried to contain my excitement when I watched Dax give a little shiver at my touch.
I used my other hand to turn us until it was now him with his back to the wall.
He looked like a deity, all sculpted muscle, and impeccable masculine strength.
His scent of sandalwood and smoky bourbon filled my nose, and I sank to my knees in front of him.
He towered above me, and I tried to still my shaking hands as I gripped his impressive circumference.
A bead of precum had formed at the silky tip, and I leaned forward to swipe it with my tongue, swirling it around as I took him into my mouth.
He groaned through closed lips. My one hand curled around the base, my fingers unable to cover even half of his size.
Ravenousness thrummed through my body, and I stoked down his length, taking him as deep as I could.
“Yes, baby. That's it.” Dax’s rasp fueled my hunger, and my mouth enveloped him so fully I could feel it sliding down the back of my throat.
I bobbed my head in sync with my hand, relishing in the deep moans and subtle buck of his hips every time I slid my lips up and down.
With my other hand, I caressed the underside of his balls, and I heard his sharp inhale as he gripped my hair in his fist.
He was in control now, and something about that turned me on even more.
The spot between my legs pulsed as I succumbed to his thrusts.
I loved it. I felt reckless and had abandoned any thought other than the gratification of feeling his body commanding mine.
I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I didn't want him to be.
I let out a whimper, and he groaned at the sound. “Oh, god. You're taking me so deep. Such a good girl.”
The praise sent my eyes fluttering up his body.
The lustrous tattoos moved along his skin as his hard muscles flexed with every movement.
My gaze trailed up his chiseled face until our eyes met.
I felt mine watering slightly as I felt spittle run down my chin, my mouth still wide as I met every movement.
He growled, “You’re gonna make me come if you keep looking at me like that.”
I resolutely didn’t look away. His deep blue eyes were dark, primal, and scorching.
Our eyes stayed locked as I struggled to keep up with the rhythm of his thrusts, trying not to choke.
He tightened his hold on my hair until my head was stilled.
His hardness thickened and began to pulse as he rolled his hips.
His movements became erratic until he released with a roar.
I felt his hot seed spill down my throat as he jerked against my mouth.
Electric desire sang between my thighs, wet and wanting as he filled my mouth.
Slowly, he released his grasp on my hair and withdrew with a slow pop.
I closed my lips and swallowed the thick, salty evidence of his pleasure.
My eyes remained locked to his as he looked down at me with a sense of awe.
“Too. Fucking. Beautiful.”