by N. Tetterton
He leaves a trail of kisses up my inner thigh until he reaches my pussy. I feel his tongue quickly skirt across my opening. “Oh, my god.” I mummer as I arch my back.
“Just as I imagined,” he smirks back up to me, “you taste fucking amazing.” His face falls back between my thighs and when his tongue sweeps inside of me a shock of vibrations course through my body that is so overwhelming I scoot my body away from his face not sure if I can take the amount of pleasure he is about to release on me. “Oh, no you don’t.” He growls at me as he pulls me back by my hips, pinning my hips against the bed. “Unless you want to go, princess? Is that what you’re doing? Do you want to leave?” He asks me sincerely. One shake of my head causes a grin to spread on his lips again. “Good, and what is it that you want me to do?” He asks his grin growing wider.
“What you’re doing,” I mutter, becoming shy. For so long in my life, I wasn’t allowed to ask for things that I wanted.
He growls at me lifting his head from between my legs and stalks up my body, engulfing me inside of his. Looking down at me his eyes are dark and hooded, he leans his head down right next to my ear. “You just walked in on me masturbating and finished jacking me off,” I can feel his erection begin again as he lifts his head up looking at me now. “Which tells me that you can tell me what it is you want. So, what is it again that you want me to do?” I try and wiggle away but he grabs my arms planting them on each side of me. “Princess,” his word sounds of worry now, “you don’t have to be afraid to say anything with me.” I nod my head. “I’m sorry.” His words are soft as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me gently. I feel his cock jump slightly which sets my whole body on fire again. Then I turn our sweet kiss into a hungry one. He groans into my mouth before pulling back just enough for his words to be comprehensible. “There she is. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you to lick my pussy.” I look him straight in the eyes.
“Is that all you want me to do?” I shake my head.
“I want you to lick me until I come and then fuck me with your giant cock.”
“Thank god.” His eyes darken as he presses his mouth to mine forcefully then kisses his way down my body. Stopping at each nipple to make sure to give each one a nip, before continuing to trail kisses down my body reaching my clit and running his tongue swiftly across it.
“Oh,” the exclaim leaves my mouth as my back arches. Dax reaches his hand up placing it on my chest between my tits. I have never noticed how large his hands were until this moment as if he outstretched his hand he would be able to rub both nipples at the same time.
“You,” He glances up at me, tongue darts out licking my clit again, “are not going anywhere until you come.” As he takes his free hand, slipping two fingers inside of me. I gasp, head pushing back against the mattress back arching as he bends one finger hitting my g-spot, licking circles around my clit. My hand tangles itself into his hair as I instinctually press his mouth exactly where I want it. I can feel a smile spread on his face.
“Oh my, fuck.” I practically yell into the darkness of the house as I feel the waves of my orgasm take control of my body.
He kisses me, pulls back, “Can you taste yourself?” I nod my head, “Good,” I flip him over so that he’s laying on his back.
“Sit with your back against the headboard. If this is going to be it.” I mutter, looking at his very erect dick looking back at me. Trying to save this image for later before I wrap my lips around his cock and slide him into my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters as his hands find their way into my hair. He doesn’t put any pressure on my head but wraps his hand in my hair slightly tugging on it. I let a moan escape my lips as the tugs slightly harder on my hair as my head bobs up and down on his dick taking his entire length into my mouth. “Oh, you like that?” He asks me as he pulls me up by my hair and I grin in response. “Come here.” He pulls me up to him and I straddle his lap. I can feel the tip of his dick threatening to slide in as he groans and says, “Top drawer.” I lean over, opening the drawer, and grab a condom out. He rips open the top and rolls it over himself.
“You better fuck me, Khan,” his mouth turns up as I say the name to him and he yanks me back over to him, I instantly straddle his lap and he impales me.
“Fuck,” I groan as I feel his entire dick inside of me.
“While I’m fucking you, is the only time you are allowed to call me that, you understand.” I nod my head.
“You going to show me how you got your name.”
“I will, I’ll make it so you never forget it either.” I hope not.
He pulls my head towards his, while his lips are on mine. He thrusts up into me as I move up and down his cock and he trails kisses down my chest. He takes one nipple in his mouth as he pulls me down by my hips on top of him, pushing himself further into me. “Oh, fuck,” I mumble out as I force my head back up and press my lips to his sending my tongue searching into his mouth. Trying to store up enough for later.
“Fuck princess.” He moans as I feel the tightening surround him and I don’t feel like I can make it much longer. I feel myself release all around him and hear him follow after me. I slide off of him and lay down on the bed as he gets up and tosses the condom away into the trash.
He walks back over to the bed and I mentally make a note to remember this moment. How perfect and chiseled he is.
I understand why women flock to him.
“So?” He asks and I can’t help but laugh. While I’m sitting in his bed, watching him playfully strut to me, I can’t understand why we are apart I miss being here in his room, in his bed, in his arms. I push that out of my mind.
“So, what?”
He tilts his head looking at me.
“8 and 3/4 out of 10.” He gasps as he tackles me onto the bed and I laugh. “I’m joking. Please, this has been the best sex of my life.” He smiles, standing back up, and shrugs as if to say I know that I know what I’m doing. “That mouth though,” I mumble to him which makes him grin.
“I’m okay with that.” He laughs. “I can’t say otherwise either.” He laughs again. “Even better than Lucy?” He asks me causing me to glare at him.
“She should have never fucking said anything… fucking traitor,” I mumble which causes him to laugh.
“Well, technically she didn’t tell me, she told Fury which you can’t really be too upset about I just so happen to be sitting right next to him.” I roll my eyes. “So tomorrow,” he mumbles out and looks at me. I nod my head agreeing with him.
“Don’t yell at anyone, mostly because if you do then you have to admit that you have seen me and we know how that would go over, but the guys are worried about you.”
“You talked to them.”
“Fury has said a couple of things in passing but Ash popped his head into my office this morning. Said that he has had to pick you up out of the yard.” He shifts on the bed for a second and then sighs.
“He shouldn’t have told you that.” I nod.
“I know, I kind of dragged it out of him. But I can tell that he’s really worried about you. I am too.” He looks at me.
And he nods then says. “You know, Lucy has talked too.”
“She’s such a traitor.” He laughs
“You need to take care of yourself, also.” He pauses “You can talk to me if you need to.” I nod my head and rub my eyes as he says, “Friends?” and when I look over he has his pinky sticking out.
“Friends.” I wrap mine around his.
I stand up and look at him, “I should go before the dance is over and Ella comes home.” He nods his head before I stand up off of the bed and walk back into the bathroom where I dropped my clothes. He watches me dress, pulling on my shirt.
“You’re killing me.” He mutters as he sees that I wasn’t wearing a bra earlier. Then as I pull my pants up over my ass he reaches over and smacks my butt, “I’ll walk you out.” I nod back to him as he slips on a pair of sweats, I grab the stack of
clothes on the dresser and we walk out of the room. “Oh!” he pauses and then backpedals, “I shouldn’t tell you.”
“Tell me what?” I ask him and he shakes his head.
“I shouldn’t, you should be surprised or everyone will know something up.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.” I look at him as we reach the car. He looks like he’s torn between telling me and not telling me.
“I can’t, unlike my brothers, I know how to keep my fucking mouth shut, but you’ll know what I’m talking about when it happens.” He opens my car door for me and I lean against the frame of the door as he stands in front of me so that the door is shielding both of us.
“What is Fury going to ask Lucy to marry him?” I say 100% joking and he just presses his lips into a fine line. Somehow over the last few months, we have come to be able to read every gesture that the other does.
“Whaaaaaaaaat?!?!” I shout and he looks around as I bring my volume down. “Sorry, are you fucking kidding me?” My words are just above a whisper now.
“That was my reaction when he showed me the ring.”
“He already,” I mutter stopping and restarting on a different sentence, “But they’ve only-,”
“I know, it’s not my business. You think that she’s going…?” and I think about it for a second. How happy she’s been, how happy he makes her. And how that, for some reason, makes sense.
“If he asks, then yeah I think she will.” I nod to him.
“Well, I have a feeling, if that’s the case,” he points from himself and then to me, “we are going to be seeing a whole lot more of each other, then.” The scrunch up my nose like I hate the idea and he chuckles. “Is it against the rules if I kiss you one more time before you go?” I shake my head. His lips meet mine as he leans into me and it’s not a hungry kiss this time but a sad kiss. It’s a goodbye kiss. It’s the type of kiss that breaks your heart as you’re having it.
He pulls back and I’m pretty sure that he can see a tear in my eye, but he moves away so he doesn’t have to see it. “Hold on,” he says as he walks up to the house, opens the door, and grabs something that sits just inside. When he walks back outside he hands it to me. “For the gate. If you want to I can ride with you up there to make sure no one sees you.” I nod my head and he gets in the passenger seat. I drive down the trail with my lights off again and before we get up to the clubhouse he jumps out and walks in front of the car. He waves me through. I press the button to the gate, slip through it, and close the gate back again. It takes every ounce of my being to not turn back and kiss him, to beg him not to let me leave. To tell him to let me stay, but I don’t.
I manage to make it down the dirt road without anyone seeing me. I turn onto the main road and start to drive back to my house before I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.
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Watching her drive out of the gate… I want to chase after her. Tell her to stay, tell her that I didn’t mean what I said before. But I don’t. I don’t say any of it. Instead, I watch her drive away. I miss her already.
I already miss her body.
Fuck…
She doesn’t deserve to be dragged into my bullshit.
She doesn’t even know the half of it…
Dax and Billie’s story isn’t over just yet…
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The conclusion of Khan and Billie’s story
** Note: unedited and subject to change**
…there just never seems to be a section to check outlaw under the interested in…
“-work?” I hear my date, Steve, from across the table as my attention is brought back into the current situation
“What?” I ask with a smile to make sure the he understands that I am sorry for zoning out.
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m the principal at Stenson Prep.” He nods his head maybe impressed, I’m not sure. I’m really not even sure I even care. Why did nobody ever tell me that dating in your 30’s is literally as fun as playing the game of life?
“How do you like it?” He asks me again, the same strained questions. I’ve been out a couple of times in the last few weeks and every time the same questions are asked. What do you do for work? What do you do for fun? Where did you grow up? Do you have any pets?
“It’s okay. I love helping the kids, but now I’m usually just dealing with parents.” I shrug as poke at my food with my fork. Why do I find men who have responsible jobs, now boring? There doesn’t seem to ever be a section to check outlaw under the interested in, on dating sites… are there any dating sites for criminals I mean hell they have every other market cornered.
“What do you do in your spare time?” He makes the next dreaded mistake.
I daydream about fucking outlaw bikers. At least that’s what I want to say… “Oh you know, the normal stuff.” I shrug because what hobbies do I actually have?
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When he drops me off at the house, he walks me to the door, and he kisses me once, it’s a… nice kiss. It’s not very passionate, but it’s not terrible. I walk into the house and see that it’s dark throughout and I assume that Lucy is somewhere out with Fury. I was not expecting to be home this early, which is probably why I feel like the kiss wasn’t very good. He also made a comment about having to get up early. I put my purse down as I walk into the kitchen and I grab the ice cream out of the freezer, don’t need a bowl, and grab a spoon.
I’m walking through the house with the spoon in the container. Maybe I should watch TV. Maybe I should just go to bed. I’m not really sure what I should do. A hard knock on the door brings me out of my weird “home-too-early” trance. Maybe Steve came back by to try and stay the night. Or to impress me with a better kiss.
As I open the door, ice cream still in hand, I’m somewhat surprised as I see Dax leaning with each hand on the relative sides of the door. When he looks up at me his eyes are hungry as they slowly trail up my body as if he was drinking me in. He looks at me as strands of his normally well placed hair fall into his eyes.
“You look nice.” His words come out, but the intensity of his eyes doesn’t waver. “How was your date?” If words could physically harm you these would have, but I don’t know what to say. I sit the ice cream down on the table next to the door. He steps inside of the house, closing the door behind him, and I can feel my pulse start to race, “How was your kiss?” He asks me as he closes the distance between us.
The only thing I can think to say is, “Were you following me.” His lips turn up into a grin.
“No,” he leans his head down to mine, so that he is able to whisper to my ear, “I gave into my temptations and next thing I knew I was sitting outside of your house.” He pauses as I feel his the tips of his fingers caress my arm, “I saw him walk you to the door.” His hand skims up my arm as he pulls his head back to look at me, his next words sound pained, “Saw him kiss you,” the pad of his thumb brushes against my lower lip. I can’t help but gasp. “Billie,” My name comes out as a breathless whisper, as his hand stops at the side of my face, tilting it up just slightly to look up at him, “tell me to leave.” I know I should tell him to, but the words refuse to come out of my mouth. I can’t form the strength to say them. “Billie,” the way my name comes out of his mouth, the hunger that seeps through in his voice. I can’t tell him to leave, I don’t want him to leave. I look up at him and feel my teeth graze my bottom lip. My heart is pounding in my ears as he looks to me, eyes on fire. His head leans down to mine, “Tell me to leave.”
“Stay,” it comes out as a whisper and he lifts me up off of the ground as his mouth crashes down to mine. The kiss that I experienced with Steve pales in comparison to every kiss I have ever had with Dax. In his signature Dax way, his hands skirt down my back, cupping my ass as he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me down the hall until we reach my bedroom. Slipping into the room, kicking the door closed, and laying me down on the bed.
He leans ove
r top of me, “Did you enjoy it when he kissed you?” He asks me as his hands pop the button off my pants open, sliding the zipper down.
“No,” I mutter as I reach for his belt, undoing it, he kicks his boots off before letting his pants fall down to the ground, and steps out of them. A hiss escapes my mouth as I feel his hand slip underneath my panties as he slips a finger inside of me.
“Good,” he mumbles in my ear as he slips another finger in and my head falls back as I let a moan escape my lips. I feel the warm presence of his fingers leave me as he pulls my pants and panties down my body and he smiles. I lean up as I pull my shirt up over my head. “You went out on a date,” he looks at me, eyebrow raised as he pulls his own shirt off tossing it on to the dresser and slips his boxers down his legs, “and you didn’t wear a bra.” I giggle, I hear him mutter. He reaches inside of his pocket and pulls up a condom, rips it open, and rolls it onto himself. “I will have to teach you a lesson about doing that.” His eyes glare at me which causes me to wiggle on the bed in front of him.
I watch him as he crawls up the bed between my legs, trailing kisses up stomach, between my tits, he stops to take a nipple into his mouth and I whimper underneath him. “Fuck me, Khan.” His eyes grow wild at the use of the name as he moves his mouth back to mine, forcefully crashing down to mine. I feel his arm between us as he slips his cock inside of me and I can’t help but let another moan out as I feel him thrust. We’re moving in a rhythm unlike I have ever had with anyone else. He’s filling up every inch of me in a way that skirts the line of pleasure and pain.