Chapter 15
Dixie
Penn leads me down the hallway to his bedroom, and my fingers stay intertwined with his the entire way. The door is already open, and he pulls me inside like he’s been waiting for this moment longer than I have.
My heart pounds hard in my chest, and I can’t believe this is finally happening. After all the nights I’ve spent thinking about him, I finally found the courage to tell him how much I want him. No, not want. Need. I fucking need him.
His hands graze the skin of my waist as he gently grabs the hem of my T-shirt, and I lift my arms to let him pull it over my head. If I’d known this was the night I’d finally confess my desire, I’d have worn something a little sexier. Not the oversized T-shirt and boxers that almost fit me now.
The cool air touches my skin, and my nipples harden even more, and I’m exposed for the first time. Showing him something I haven’t shown anyone but Stephen in three years.
God, this is intimidating.
He pulls his shirt up over his head—like it’ll make us even—and guides me to the bed.
His mouth is on me, and I forget all about how vulnerable I feel.
I focus on the way his hot skin feels touching mine.
The weight of his body against mine. And his calloused hands scratching at my skin in the most delicious ways.
Lowering his mouth to my left nipple, he draws it between his lips while his hand caresses my right breast. The pull sends a shock straight through me, and my body trembles.
He switches to the other nipple, sucking gently at first before applying more pressure.
Every pull makes my core clench, and I tangle my fingers in his brown hair and hold him there while he works me over until I’m panting.
If he keeps this up, I’ll have an orgasm just from him playing with my chest. Which has never happened before.
“I need to taste you,” Penn murmurs against my skin.
The confession makes me gasp, but I moan as he kisses down over the soft swell of my belly until he reaches my boxers. I lift my hips to let him slide the shorts and panties down my legs, and I’m completely bare before him. Exposed but so damn excited.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says as he moves us to the edge of the bed, kneeling between my legs as he rests my thighs on his shoulders.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit makes me arch off the mattress, and I don’t know why I waited so long to tell him how much I wanted this. He licks slowly at first, learning what makes me moan and shake, and I can’t find the words. All I can do is clutch his hair with my shaking fingers.
He rubs my clit with the flat of his tongue, and I moan in pleasure. One hand snakes up my body to roughly massage my overly sensitive breast, and I swear I’m so close to heaven I can hear angels singing. I can’t remember anything feeling this good.
Until he slides one finger inside me. Then another.
He curls them just right while his tongue continues working overtime, and my thighs tremble on either side of his ears.
I can’t catch my breath, and the first orgasm hits fast and hard.
It’s so sudden that I want to cry out his name, but all that I can manage are sounds that roughly translate to Penn.
I expect him to stop as my muscles grip his fingers, but he continues licking through it, drawing the pleasure out until I’m gasping and trying to push his head away. Everything feels like too much. But he doesn’t back away, and the slight pain turns into even more intense pleasure once again.
“Penn,” I pant, clawing at the bedspread. “Oh my God!”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I’m lifting my hips off the bed and digging my heels into his bare back. His fingers slide in and out of me furiously, and I scream out his name as my vision turns white with small bursts of little stars.
His mouth finally releases me, and I’m both relieved and disappointed. No one’s ever made me come twice like that before.
Hell, no one’s made me come twice, period.
Penn stands and strips off his sweatpants and boxers, and I gape at the gorgeous man standing before me. His body’s everything I imagined and more. Defined muscle, broad shoulders, and ink that has me wanting to trace it with my tongue.
I expect him to climb onto the bed, pull me up with him, and slam into me like I crave, but he drops to his knees once again. His face nestles between my legs, and he licks and sucks at me again.
“Penn, I need you,” I beg.
I’m willing him to fill me. To press his body weight on mine as he thrusts. I want to feel every inch of what he has to offer.
Instead, he continues working between my thighs. He alternates sucking and licking my clit as he stretches me with three fingers. There’s a deliberateness to his movements now, and the orgasm builds slower. Stronger. Deeper.
My entire body tightens before releasing in long, rolling waves of ecstasy. I grip the sheets as I buck my hips against his face, his fingers making quick work as they move in and out of me, and he doesn’t stop until I’ve come down.
Every bone in my body turns to jelly, and I just lie there, limp. My eyes won’t open, and I can’t remember ever being this satisfied before. It’s like an out-of-body experience.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s still kneeling between my legs with a smirk on his face. “What’s that look for?” I ask.
“You’re feeling pretty good right now, aren’t you?” Penn asks.
“I don’t think I can move.”
He climbs up onto the bed and pulls me with him. His cock presses against my hip, and I reach out to stroke him, smirking as he hisses. “I thought you said you couldn’t move.”
“I said I didn’t think I could move. Then I had incentive.”
Kissing me, I taste my tang on his tongue while I continue to slide my palm along his velvety skin. He’s thicker than Stephen, and I ache to feel him inside me. To have him stretch me and fill me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come from a fucking handjob,” Penn murmurs with his forehead against mine. “I haven’t done that since high school.”
His hand stills mine, and I pout. “But I want to make you feel good, too.”
He runs a hand along my body when I release him, over the curve of my belly, and between my legs again. “I know a way to make that happen.”
“I want you inside me,” I blurt out.
Penn chuckles. “Me, too, baby,” he says, kissing me again. “Me, fucking, too.”
My legs spread apart as he lines himself up and pushes forward slowly. I was right about how thick he is, and I moan as he stretches me, feeling every inch as he sinks deep. Once fully inside me, he stills to let us both adjust.
“Jesus,” I mutter while his left hand plays with my nipple, shooting desire straight to where we’re connected.
“Is that a good or bad comment?” he asks, his voice husky.
Smiling, I shift my hips, begging him to move. “Good. Very, very good.”
His fingers roll my nipple between them as he thrusts, and each movement is slow and controlled. He almost pulls all the way out before sliding back in, and the rhythm stays steady, deep, and excruciatingly slow.
Excruciating in the best possible way.
His fingers find my clit again, and he rubs slow circles to match the pace. Pleasure builds again, and I push against him to take him as deep as possible. His breathing becomes ragged, and I realize he’s holding himself back.
“Dixie,” he groans. “You feel too damn good.”
Reaching up, I grip his ass and pull him against me. “Faster. Please.”
He leans forward, pressing his chest against mine while bracing on his elbows, and he gives me what I ask for. His hips snap with more force now, and I slide a hand between my legs, rubbing quickly and furiously.
I come, my body clamping around him even as he pummels in and out of me. I cry out, my body trembling, and he kisses my neck. His hips never stop moving, drawing out every last pulse from me.
I expect him to finish, too, but he stills once my tremors ease, and he pulls out carefully to roll onto his back. He guides me to straddle him, and I ease onto him, bracing my hands on his chest. My entire body begins to ache, but I don’t want to stop. I need him. I need this.
His hands grip my waist, helping me keep the rhythm, and his eyes stay locked on mine. I ride him harder, chasing the feeling that’s once again building. My breasts bounce with each movement, and he reaches up to cup them, brushing his thumbs over my hard nipples.
Moving faster, I grind down onto him, and he meets every roll of my hips with an upward thrust. I’m so close. I’m right there. But my orgasm is just out of reach.
“I’m close,” I whine.
“Come for me,” he says. “I want to feel you. See you. Experience you.”
Well, fuck, if that doesn’t do it.
The orgasm rolls through me in long, deep waves again, and my head falls back as I moan his name. My inner walls pulse around him, and he thrusts up hard and fast in an erratic pattern until he spills inside me.
We stay locked together for a few moments as the aftershocks fade, and I collapse forward onto his chest. His arms wrap around me immediately, and one hand gently strokes my back. Once our breathing slowly returns to normal, we separate to lie on our sides, and his fingers trace lazily on my skin.
“You okay?” Penn asks, his voice soft.
“More than okay,” I say. “I feel amazing.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Good. That’s what I wanted.”
I close my eyes, resting my head on his chest as we shift yet again. “You’re more comfortable than I expected.”
Laughing, he runs a hand over my hair. “Thanks?”
“You’re so hard and… muscular. I thought it would feel like resting my head on a rock, honestly.”
“You really have thought about fucking me, haven’t you?”
Embarrassment fills me, but I push it away. What’s there to be embarrassed about? He just rocked my entire world. “Yeah. I told you that.”
“I meant what I said, Dixie.”
Lifting my head, I look down into his eyes, realizing for the first time that we did all of that with the lights on. “What did you say?”
“You’re mine. There’s no going back to sleeping in the guest room and pretending that this didn’t happen. I don’t do halfway.”
“I heard you,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And it’s the truth. I can’t believe how right it feels being here in his arms. His bed. With him.
Penn turns off the light and pulls the blanket up over our cooling bodies. And it strikes me as odd to realize that everything he’s given me is what Stephen used to promise.
We live under the same roof.
He provides for me—whether I like it or not.
He wants something with me.
And he can make me feel like I’ve lost every bone in my body with the bedroom skills he has.
But if I’ve learned anything, it’s that there’s no one I can truly depend on in this world. Not my parents. Not my exes. Not the father of my baby. And as much as I want to believe Penn is different, I don’t believe in fairy tales or exceptions.
I believe in reality.