15. Dax
DAX
Itumbled into bed, not bothering to put on pajamas since it was just Wes here with me.
He’d carried the tray back into the kitchen and then came back and joined me, also in his birthday suit.
Sliding right up behind me, he pulled me against him and shoved his leg in between mine.
He let out a heavy sigh and all but collapsed against me, nuzzling into my neck.
“Maybe I should be talking you into never giving them a chance, then I get you all to myself,” he muttered, his lips brushing along my skin.
“I have to say, I was surprised you even gave it a thought. You never struck me as the type to share.”
Wes lifted his head to look down at me. “Do you really think I would let something like that stand in the way of finally getting to be with you? There is no way in hell something that minor would be a roadblock, and besides, I already outlasted them.”
“Smug about that, are we?” I grinned and lifted my head to kiss him.
“You have no idea, but I’m more than willing to help you get an idea,” he teased, as he shifted his body over me, pressing me into the mattress as he plundered my mouth.
Yeah, I know, I just had sex a few hours ago with another man, but what woman in her right mind would say no to another round after a horrible night?
Wes kneaded one of my boobs, while the other hand drifted between my legs to run his finger up and down my pussy, making me moan.
I shifted my legs wide so he could fit better between them on his knees, giving him space to work his magic.
There was something different about what was happening between us this time—it wasn’t frantic or possessive, like most of my encounters.
No, this was slow, torturous, and all about my pleasure, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time, if ever.
Wes released my lips, only to start kissing along my jaw and down my neck, until he reached my pulse point.
He bit down on it and sucked the skin into his mouth harshly.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he shoved two fingers into me, causing my eyes to roll back in my head and arched off the mattress.
He didn’t rush any movement of his hand, using every thrust and twitch to his advantage.
Moving on from my neck, he licked my collarbone and swirled his thumb around my clit, giving me an overload of sensation.
I tried to thrust down on him to speed up his pace, but he used his free hand to grasp me around my throat and with his legs resting over mine held me still.
“There are straps built into this bed,” I offered, as I squirmed again and made him growl. “The frame is custom built with them in mind, just flip the top board on either end.”
Wes sat back and slowly slid his hand out of me, making me cry out as he flicked the bean for good measure. “You are a wicked woman, Dax, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Rolling off the bed, he found the straps that already had leather cuffs on them.
He started with my ankles and then kissed up each leg as he crawled toward the headboard, which put his cock right in my face.
So I did what any girl would and licked it like a lollipop before swallowing it down to his balls, a trick I pride myself on being able to do.
Wes grunted and almost fell on me, caught off guard by my attack, but that just made me even more pleased.
With my hands still free, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer so I could get a better rhythm.
“Holy shit, Dax, you better slow down, or things will end faster than I’d like.” Weston groaned as he tried to back away from me, but I grabbed his ball sac and tugged. “Okay, fuck, I guess I’ll stay here.”
I hummed with pleasure that he was submitting to my attention. Playfully, I ran a finger up the backside to swirl some of my spit around his asshole.
“Nope, sorry, babe, but that is exit only,” he growled and grabbed my hand. “Now, if you want me to play with your asshole, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Releasing him with a pop, I grinned up at him. “Oh, you shouldn’t say things like that Westie, because I love a good ass fucking. Hell, getting double penetrated is something every woman needs in her life at least once, I prefer once a month myself.”
Wes crouched down, grasping the side of my head, pulled me up to him and ravaged my mouth the released me grinning. “Seems that we’ll have to find someone to play with once a month then. Maybe one of those idiots might redeem themselves enough to get visitation.”
“I like the way you think. I have to admit I’m a little sad I never got to fuck Void or Sprocket. Both of them would definitely be a good time,” I shared.
Wes started to kiss down my arm, then shackled one, then the other, and adjusted the leather to keep me spread eagle on the bed. He journeyed down my body until he sat back on his heels and looked at me splayed out for his pleasure. “What to do with you…”
“My hope is that eventually, I’ll get fucked,” I teased, shimmying my chest, trying to entice him.
“That’s a given, but how much should I torture you first,” he mused, tapping his chin. “I think a good edging is in order, to help you relax, of course. It has been a long day.”
“Dangerous game there, Westie. You sure that’s a move you want to make?”
“To have power over you for once, yeah I think I’ll take that risk,” he answered as he lay out on his belly and slid his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly. “Thank you for the feast I’m about to enjoy.”
I started to laugh, only to have it cut off the moment his mouth landed on my pussy with one long lick of his tongue.
Much to my irritation, he shifted his attention to my inner thigh, nibbling along the tender flesh venturing, in closer and closer.
Just then he was about to reach my clit, he moved to the other side and did the same thing again.
My breathing became labored as it felt like my skin was being set on fire and the only thing that could save me was where he refused to put his mouth.
When he reached the center again, his breath caressed me, cooling once it hit my drenched needy skin.
Then he used a hand to spread me wide open and his tongue danced around my clit, grazing it as it swirled around the area, still not giving me enough stimulation.
“How long are you going to do this to me?” I whimpered. “I think I might actually lose my mind.”
“Tell me what you want, my heart,” Weston said seductively, peering up at me from between my legs.
I thrust up with my hips. “I need to come. Please, my shadow, let me come.”
“No.”
And with that simple response, he flicked my clit every which way, rapidly, but then when I felt it building, he would stop or slow down.
I know I was begging now, but I had no idea if I was bartering or threatening him to finish the job.
I felt a single finger enter me and move languidly in and out, lightly rubbing against my G-spot, forcing me to shudder with anticipation.
“Please, please, please,” I mumbled. “What do you want? I’ll do anything, please just let me come.”
“Look at you, a puddle of need and want,” Weston purred.
“If you don’t let me come, I will stab you right in the balls, you hear me? I will do it, don’t even think I won’t,” I growled, thrashing against the restraints. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, please, please just promise me that I will get to come soon.”
“You want to come that badly?”
I all but let out a sob. “Yes.”
He unhooked the tie downs and flipped me over so I was now on my knees with my ass in the air and my face in the mattress.
His mouth descended upon my ass, keeping that one lone finger in my pussy to keep the flames alive.
The heady sensation of both holes being manipulated made me writhe, but I tried not to move too much for fear he would stop.
“Lube?”
“Nightstand,” I gasped and cried out when he left me to go grab it.
Thankfully, he returned seconds later, and the cool feeling of lube landed on my ass, followed by a finger working it in.
He took his time to make sure I was good and warmed up, while also making sure that my pussy was hanging on to that cliff by her fingernails.
Never had someone taken it to the extreme of denying me my release, they were far too eager to hold themselves back.
Not Wes, he’d been waiting years to get this moment, so I knew he was going to draw out every second he could.
Finally it came time and he adjusted behind me, but I didn’t know where he was going to enter and that was far more thrilling than it should be.
Wes slid home into my pussy, his arm wrapping around me as he pinched my clit between his fingers, causing me to rocket forward as I finally got to fall off the cliff into pure bliss, while he pounded into me.
I bit down on the pillow as he fucked me through my orgasm that was so powerful, I thought I might black out.
Wes was a god among men, and I was the lucky bitch who had him all to myself.
“That’s it, my heart, scream for me. Let everyone in this place know who is owning your body right now.” Wes panted as he gripped my hips and yanked me back on his dick. “This pussy is mine tonight and I will make sure that it never forgets me.”
Wes all but fucked me to death and I lived for every moment of it.
Just when I didn’t think I could take any more, he switched to my ass.
Releasing my hand, he grabbed my hair and sat me back down on him so my back was plastered to his chest. He thrust up into me as he strummed on my aching clit while his other hand pulled at my nipple.
I no longer could tell what was happening to me, I just knew it was all amazing and fulfilled something deep inside of me that had nothing to do with the length of Weston’s cock.
Was this what having sex with someone you loved felt like?
Abandoning my nipples, he gripped my jaw and twisted my face back so he could kiss the ever-loving shit out of me as he slammed home.
He was getting close, but this wasn’t how I wanted things to finish.
Pulling away, I turned to face him and guided his dick into my ass and worked him over myself, swirling my hips and pushing him all the way in.
I wrapped my hands around his neck for leverage and bounced all up on that dick while being able to watch the pure lust and pleasure written all over his face.
That was all me. I was putting that look there and I had never been prouder of that fact.
When I started to falter, he wrapped me up around him and he took over again, until we both shattered as we lost ourselves to the torrent of bliss.
It took us a moment to regain our senses, sprawled out on the bed, intertwined in the most intimate way possible.
He brushed back my sweaty hair, placing gentle kisses until he landed on my lips, telling me without words how he felt about me.
The sensation that I thought I’d lost came flooding back into me as if a dam broke.
I cupped his jaw and pulled back slightly to see his face, searching it to see if what I was feeling was being reflected back.
I should have known it would be. This man was my rock, my shadow, the man who for longer than I would like to admit held my heart safe until I was ready to take it back.
“I love you, Weston. I think I’ve always loved you,” I whispered, as I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
The awe and affection that passed over his face was the final straw and the tears started to flow. He cradled my face in his hands and started to kiss away the tears with gentle patience and held me until I calmed down.
“Dax Rose Blackmore, I love you more than you’ll ever know, and I’m beyond honored to receive your love,” he murmured. “Thank you for trusting me enough to love me.”
We stayed wrapped up in each other for a bit, until Wes softened and slipped out of me.
He left to get a washcloth and cleaned us both up, then removed the leather cuffs and settled in, curling me up into a ball and tucking me against him.
With a final kiss on the back of my neck, we drifted off to sleep.