Chapter 23 #2
And when he dipped one long finger inside me, I moaned loudly and my head fell back, my hair tickling my shoulder blades, swaying to the rhythm of his slow pumping.
His muscles hardened as he leaned forward and took my nipple with his teeth. He bit down gently and then sucked and licked the sting away, and I rode his hand, using my knees on the couch for leverage.
Words failed me again as he released my breast and relaxed back against the cushions, watching me take pleasure from his body, studying me like he’d never seen a woman getting off before.
He cupped his hand and pushed another finger inside me, and then his thumb smeared my wetness around until he found my clit and rubbed over it slowly in circles.
My heart began to race, pleasure bloomed and spiked in my core as he pumped faster and rubbed roughly. His cock grew harder in his jeans and pulsed with need.
I gasped and held my breath when I came, trying not to be loud because I was sure Mama and Gran were next door, watching their Sunday night movie and eating cherry pie with vanilla ice cream.
Dixon leaned forward, looking up at me, and he captured my mouth with his for a kiss, but then he lifted me and stood. He pushed at the coffee table with his foot so we had more room, and while I found my bearings and stood tall, he dropped to his knees and yanked my jeans down my legs.
I gasped and gripped his shoulders when he lifted my feet, one by one, to remove my socks and shoes, and then I was completely naked in my living room, waiting for him to shed his jeans and boots too.
He stood, his cock sprang free from his boxers when he lowered them, and my mouth watered to taste him. The condom lay still sealed in its little, square wrapper on the couch, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.
My pale hands were a stark contrast to his tanned skin and more scars I now noticed that marred him here and there. The longer line over his ribs looked similar to the cut I’d kissed earlier, and I wondered if he really had been in a knife fight.
I didn’t ask. Instead, I pushed his naked body until he fell back onto the couch. I knelt between his legs, and he gripped the cushions beside him as I opened my mouth.
His cock was hard as wood and pointing directly at my lips.
When I parted them, he filled my mouth completely and slid to the back of my throat easily, and then his hands tangled in my hair again as I began to suck.
My tongue lapped and massaged, and I dragged it up his length, hollowing my cheeks and sucking harder.
Dixon panted, thrusting his hips against my face, so I gripped them to hold him still.
He whispered, “Sorry, but your mouth feels so fuckin’ good wrapped around me like that.”
I nodded and my hair fell down over the sides of his thighs as I sucked even harder, and then he was groaning and hissing and straining to hold back.
He said nothing, but he slid his arms beneath mine and lifted me up. In a flash, the condom was on, and he plopped me in his lap and glided inside me.
Squeaking my surprise, I yelped and laughed at the sound, but then I was moaning and panting, too, and I fucked him greedily, taking from him what I needed.
Need had been building inside me for years, and he was the only man in the world who could release it all.
Like I was the lock, and he was the key.
The acknowledgment of that fact felt like relief, and more than anything, I wanted him to open me up and consume everything I had become. I wanted him to want me and love me as much as I’d loved him when we were kids.
I had no idea about his life before he’d come home. I didn’t know if he’d had relationships or someone to ease his own thirsts the same way he was quenching mine, but none of it mattered to me.
All that mattered was his skin on mine, his hot hands gripping my hips and guiding me to slow down so we could savor each other. I wanted to make this last, to never forget how full he filled me.
Because another fact remained: Dixon Lee was a runner, and if he got a hint of how much I wanted him, it might scare him away.
I didn’t want to do that. He had so much to wade through with his family and Stu. Making that harder for him by muddying things with words like need and love seemed like the wrong thing to do…
But that was what I was feeling.
Snapping his hips beneath me, he skimmed his rough palms up my ribcage and dug his fingertips into my back. I imagined I heard reverence in his voice when he moaned my name and his eyes fell shut.
Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “How is it you’re here, and it’s like you never left? How is it you’re still so deep inside me, reaching places I never even knew needed you?”
Either he felt the same way, too, or my words had ruined everything because he fucked faster, his hands now pushing me down to take him deeper.
He ground his cock inside me until I was coming so hard that tears leaked out of my eyes.
The whole world blurred as my body became a ramrod, and Dixon bucked into my orgasm like it was a storm he wanted to get swept up in.
When he came and pulled me down on top of him, I nuzzled his neck, resting my head on his shoulder, and we lay together, catching our breath and just existing. For a moment, with his fingers dragging through my hair lightly, life felt like a dizzy dream.
Suddenly, the crashing sound of breaking glass shattered our euphoria, and in an instant, the throw blanket on the back of my couch covered me, hiding me from view.
I gripped the soft edge, trying to understand why Dixon moved me off him and rushed toward the broken living room window, stepping on shards of glass with bare feet as he searched the darkness outside for the person who’d just chucked a brick through it.
The brick that now lay on my floor. A word had been carved into it: WHORE.