22. Chapter 22 #2
Desire climbed high and fast in my core, a buzz vibrating through my body as I catapulted closer to my release.
My eyes popped open, finding Dax gazing down at me with eyes hooded by lust. He ripped his shirt over his head, his tattooed chest and abs rippling.
I watched as he reached down to unzip his pants, his thick length jutting out as he grasped himself with his own hand.
His muscles coiled tight as he pumped himself slowly, never taking his eyes off mine.
My short breaths sounded in the air between us, my view of him pleasuring himself sending me nearly to the edge.
His mouth parted slightly as he watched me back, licking his lip in the faintest movement as I pushed my finger in and out of myself.
I was so close, feeling myself start to come, when he reached down and ripped my hand away.
The second loss of orgasm sent an exasperated cry sputtering through my throat, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. “Why? Please—” I started.
“Not yet, Luce.” He brought my hand to his lips and sucked my index finger into his mouth with a groan.
My body quivered. A low growl came from his chest as he leaned over me, his hot breath caressing the sensitive skin at my hipbone before he pressed his lips there.
“Are you on contraception?” he asked, spreading his palm against the slope of my hip.
“I have an IUD,” I told him. My need was excruciating. The warmth of his touch was too far from where I wanted it.
“Good. Because when you come, I want to feel it all over my cock.” He placed his hands behind my knees and pushed them to my shoulders, the grooves of the table digging into the skin of my back.
He leaned forward and swiped his tongue down my center, circling my clit and the wetness that had built there.
The sensation elicited a reborn fervor through my core.
Dax pulled back and I watched between my legs as he moved to slide the hard length of his cock down my pulsing slit. “Are you ready?” he asked gruffly as he moved the thick tip up toward my clit and then back down toward my entrance in slow, languid swirls.
“Please!” My cry sounded desperate in the thick air between us.
“I’ll never grow tired of hearing you cry out for me,” he rasped.
Slowly, I felt the crown of his dick press against my entrance, stretching the tight hole in a teasing circle.
He was so big, how was he even going to fit?
I had never been with someone that large before.
I didn’t care. I wanted to feel all of him.
I closed my eyes as I felt him push into my entrance, a sting of pain against the tightness eased by the relentless pulse of need that rushed through me.
Then he pulled back slightly before pushing in again, further this time.
My inner walls struggled to adjust to his size, and he wasn’t even halfway there.
Dax pulled back to the tip, then thrust his hips into mine, sliding deeper until I was so full I thought I was going to split in two.
I clenched my teeth, the pressure strong as he pumped in and out slowly, hitting a delicious spot inside that I never knew existed as I gasped.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Try to relax.
You’re just so…fucking...tight.” He withdrew to the tip again before pounding back into me with a force that sent my tits bouncing as the wood scratched deep marks into my back.
I screamed as he pumped in and out at a quickening pace, filling me to the hilt and then back out again.
He held my legs up against my shoulders with one arm and grasped the back of my neck with the other, molding me against the rigid heat of his body.
He sprinkled warm kisses on my neck, sending goosebumps spattering across my skin as he pounded into me.
Oh my fucking good lord.
I thought I was going to explode into a thousand pieces.
With every thrust, he sent a new wave of pleasure spearing through my core.
I had never felt like this before, both so free yet so under his command.
I wanted this feeling forever, intense pleasure racketing through my mind.
His skin was hot against mine. His mouth captured mine.
My eyes rolled back as my body arched up into his to take him as fully as it could, inviting him to claim me.
And he did. It felt like electricity encompassed us, shocking me with a new wave of desperation and need every time his hips sank into mine.
My fingers scratched against the wood of the table, splintering underneath my nails as he released my hair and reached down to rub fervent swirls around my clit as his pace quickened.
“Oh my god!” I cried out as he pounded mercilessly into me. I was hanging off the ledge, a strong current threatening to suck me in. I was losing control, almost ready to be lost in its grasp.
“That’s it, baby,” Dax’s velvety voice rasped as he leaned over to deepen his angle inside of me. His fingers brushed against my sensitive bud. He drove into me with a force unlike anything I’d ever felt before, consuming me with pleasure. “Open your eyes, Lucy.”
I struggled but did as he asked. Dax’s intense gaze burned into mine. His skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat, stormy blues and grays of his eyes, pulling me into their current.
This was it. He was making me his. And I loved every fucking second of it.
His hand gripped my chin, pressing his fingers against my lips in command.
My mouth parted, and he pushed them inside, fucking my tongue with his fingers, my throat tightening.
The pressure of pleasure in my core palpitated as he ravished me against the table.
“Yes,” he growled, “that’s it. Come for me, baby. ”
Light. Pulsing, thrumming, blinding light.
My cry was muffled against his fingers as my release crashed over me in violent waves.
The explosion caught me in its grip and dragged me under, drowning me in desire as I shattered around him.
My vision blurred. He hammered into me at a heightened pace.
I convulsed beneath him and just when I didn’t think I could take another second, I felt him grow larger, stiffening before he released inside me with a roar.
His cock throbbed as he came. He slowed, stilling deep at the hilt, the aftershocks of our shared orgasms pulsating between our bodies in violent shivers.
His breath was ragged as his molten gaze settled on me below him.
He removed his fingers from my mouth and trailed them down my throat and across my chest. He pinched my nipple as he traced it down past my bellybutton.
He leaned down to press his lips against mine, stirring another moan from deep in my chest. His hand drifted down, grazing my sensitive clit softly, my walls clenching around the length of his dick still inside me.
I felt his cum start to spill out as he withdrew.
He pulled out slowly but immediately moved his fingers to my now sore entrance.
He dipped them in and out slowly, coating his fingers and thrusting them back inside me.
I didn’t know how it was possible I had anything left in me, but as he swirled his finger across my clit, back into my core, that primal craving burned back to life inside me.
I shook in his hold, my body greedy for more as he built that thrilling high back up.
My veins roared. Our shared slickness pooled between my legs until static sparked in my ears and I fragmented again around his fingers.
His lips captured mine in a hot, possessive kiss as I came undone beneath his touch, shivers racketing my body.
We stayed like that for minutes. The live wire in my brain finally spliced into something with a semblance of awareness.
My sweat-slicked skin started to feel the cool air in the room around us. I channeled every ounce of my strength, my elbows pushing against the tough grain of the wood table. Dax’s eyes enveloped mine from mere inches above me. “What now?” A breathy laugh escaped from my throat.
His answering grin was pure sin. “I hope you saved room for dessert.”