Chapter 21
DANGEROUS
Every muscle in my body is stiff, my heart won’t stop pounding, and I’m nauseous as I storm back to my shared hotel room.
Lex: You can come back now.
Like I’m a dog in need of a reminder of my place. Bullshit. Absolutely not.
Lex doesn’t get to kick me out only to so blasely say I can come back.
I thought we were making progress! That we’d finally come to the top of this damn hill we’ve been climbing and were ready to take the leap.
Seems I was wrong, and I’m the only asshole who jumped only to realize I wasn’t floating, but falling.
I swipe the keycard and let myself in, finding Lex standing in the middle of the room.
One look at him and my heart rate spikes.
I open my mouth to ask why he looks ready to cry, but he rushes me, fists my tank’s collar, and jerks me down. His kisses are ruthless—desperate and hungry, the only way he can show he’s sorry.
Much like that day in the studio parking lot when he surprised me, I struggle to keep up. His black nails dig into my chest, urging me on.
My body matches his pace, meeting each smack of his lips.
His tongue pushes through, finding mine, and when they collide, he groans.
His hands move to my pants, trying to open my jeans.
Before he can, I fist his hair and pull his head back.
Wild eyes meet mine, and for the first time, I see what he can’t say.
I’m sorry.
I want you.
Please don’t be mad.
“You don’t get to kick me out like that,” I tell him, taking the opportunity to bite his exposed throat. “I thought you changed your mind,” I murmur.
“No,” he rasps, tugging at my waistband. “No, I didn’t. Please.”
A tiny voice whispers that he might be using me, but fuck it. I don’t know what went down between the two of them, and I’m so fucking desperate to fix what broke us that I don’t want to know.
“On the bed,” I growl into his ear before nipping his earlobe.
“If you want me there, fucking put me there.” This sassy little shit.
Without hesitation, I pick him up, palming his asscheeks and putting him on the mattress as demanded.
We crash together, limbs encircling me, and I descend on his mouth.
Years of tension—want and yearning—threaten to consume me.
Heat climbs my spine, blooms in my chest, and detonates in my stomach.
We’re both shaking, breathing so hard and fast, I’m not confident we won’t suffocate.
Lex’s lips and taste are just as intoxicating as they were back then—sweet like candy. Savoring the flavor, I suck his tongue, coaxing a pretty moan. Exploring deeper into his mouth, I touch and learn him, a man on a mission to find which spots drive him wild.
When I graze his nipple with my thumb, his back arches and his hips buck into me. If I dig my fingers into his hip, teasing the soft skin under his shirt, he gasps into my mouth.
After about a minute of my wandering fingers, I discover he’s sensitive everywhere.
Like literally everywhere. It’s a bit concerning.
“What do you need?” I ask in between kisses before detouring to pepper them down his bobbing throat. “C’mon, princess. Tell me.”
“I— I don’t know,” he slurs, orange lashes fluttering.
The last of his faux attitude melts away. I push up to rest on my forearms, searching his face. “You don’t know?”
He shakes his head, gripping my hips tight. “I usually do what I’m told.”
My eyebrows shoot to the top of my forehead. “Are you a sub, Lex?”
Biting his lip, he shrugs helplessly and blushes.
I’m thoroughly confused. One reason is that Lex is so fucking demanding and controlling in his everyday life that I just assumed that transferred into the bedroom.
Minutes ago, he was bossing me around. The second being, if he’s a true submissive, I don’t know that I’ll be able to give him what he wants.
While I can take control, I’m not a Dom.
Brushing some stray strands from his brow, I blow out a breath. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” I ask instead of going into a serious discussion about bedroom dynamics.
“Yes,” he whispers.
“That I can do, baby.” I kiss him softly, unsure how to navigate this. He tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull back. “If I do anything you don’t like, tap me three times, and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.” He tugs me back to his lips.
I melt into it, refocusing on the man under me.
Our conversation siphoned some of the blood out of my dick, but that issue quickly resolves itself the longer our mouths stay fused together.
I continue to touch and pet him, loving how responsive he is to every single stroke.
Breaking the kiss, I ease his shirt off before removing my own.
As soon as we are skin to skin, any reservations I had about not being able to live up to his expectations fly out the window.
He whimpers, locking his legs around my hips and dragging his impressive bulge over my hard cock.
Taking a few extra seconds to savor his frantic kisses, I brush my thumb over his nipple and groan when his back bows for me.
An idea quickly forms, so I take both his hands and lift them above his head.
My height makes this even easier as I pin his wrists to the pillow and lick down his chest. The sound he makes sends a sharp pulse up my shaft.
“D-evon,” he rasps, squirming and testing how tightly I’ve got him pinned.
Shit.
He can’t tap me with both arms restrained.
I quickly release one wrist and suck his nipple into my mouth.
That hand I freed finds my shoulder and grips it tightly.
I flick the barbell in my tongue over the tight bud, making sure the round ball nudges it just right.
When his chest starts to hitch, and his throat clicks as he swallows, I switch to the other side, giving it just as much attention.
When he’s moaning loud enough for the entire floor to hear, I release his nipple and move lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his sternum and stomach, teasing his navel.
His hips jerk. By the time I free his cock, I want it soaked in precum.
I nip his hip bone, lick a stripe from one to the other, and suck a bruise into his skin.
“Devon.”
I pop the button of his jeans, grope his bulge, and look up to see his reaction.
God, he’s gorgeous. Those lips are parted, eyes deeply hooded, and pupils dilated.
His cheeks are rosy pink, and his nipples are so hard and peaked they could probably cut glass.
I release his wrist, sliding down the mattress, and press a kiss to his cock through his jeans.
He whimpers, hands frantically sliding over my shoulders and biceps.
“Feeling good yet?” I ask.
He nods frantically. “Yes, yes. More, please, more.”
I smile at him, taking a mouthful of his cock and suck it through the fabric. He moans and tosses his head back, hands flopping to his sides. “You don’t have to say please, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
Deciding to take mercy on him and myself, I readjust so I’m not squashing my dick and unzip the denim. I drag his pants down his legs, trying and failing to hide my reaction to his massive dickprint barely contained by lacy panties. Purple panties, might I add, because it wouldn’t be Lex otherwise.
No wonder he walks around like he owns the damn world. That’s a beast of a cock. My mouth waters instantly at the sight of it flexing.
I grab the material with my teeth, inhaling his natural musk like an animal, and yank the panties down.
His cock bobs before aiming straight up like an arrow. He’s cut, flushed a deep ruby with a tight sack cradling the base. It thrills me to no end seeing the weeping, glistening tip and half-dollar-sized wet patch in his underwear.
I groan, dipping down to bury my nose in his groin.
There’s a tasteful patch of auburn hair cut short to his skin, but everything else is smooth. Usually, I’d tease a bit more, but I can’t help it. I suck one of his smooth globes into my mouth. Lex calls out, thighs bunching up.
“Fuck, princess. You’re just…god damn,” I growl, going for the other one with equal excitement.
“Dev, oh fuck, please.”
There it is with that word again. It's not the word itself that's throwing me off. It's how he's saying it. Almost as if he's afraid I won't give him what he needs.
His cock flexes, and another thick pulse of precum oozes from his slit. I dive for it without thinking. The second his cockhead hits my lips, he starts to chant. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
I’d smirk if I didn’t have a mouthful of dick. Cradling his balls in my palm, I stroke his taint with my index and middle fingers, sucking down as much of him as I can before eventually gagging.
He shoots up, clinging to my shoulders. I slide off his cock and tell him, “Hold my head, baby. Use my mouth.”
He hesitates, then carefully holds my head as I lick up his shaft.
My tongue piercing drags over the sensitive V, pulling more arousal to my taste buds.
It’s such a watered-down tang, I barely taste it, and I want to taste it—need to.
I suck the tip, hoping for more. He isn’t forcing me deeper, so I do it myself, only getting halfway before gagging.
“I—stop. Devon, stop!”
He didn’t tap me, but that’s okay. I release him entirely, putting a healthy distance between his cock and my face. When I glance up, he’s trembling all over. His abs are flexing, chest heaving. His dick is throbbing. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to come,” he cries. And there, right before my eyes, a milky-white spurt shoots from his tip. He whines as it does it again and again, coating his lower stomach and pubic hair.
I stroke his legs, wondering why the hell he’s letting it all go to waste. “Why’d you stop me?” I ask once his cock starts to soften.
He frowns, confused. “I was going to come, did you not hear me?”
“Wasn’t that the goal?”