by Shayne Ford
“Oh, Lex...” I moan.
He takes my mouth again, my body getting swept away by the pleasure pouring from his kiss. Hooking my fingers into his muscular neck, I keep rolling my core up and down his length.
The moment he senses me getting closer, he tightens his arm around my waist and tilts his hips, a growl vibrating in my throat.
He rolls his hips, giving me the last nudge and setting a firestorm between my legs.
“Lex...”
I hold onto him and start moving faster, tasting that amazing high.
Eyes half-closed, lips parted, he drinks me in, holding back his own pleasure until I come.
Chest still heaving, I finally get my focus back, and a slow smile crawls up my lips.
Grinning, he rises with me in his arms, his lips brushing my cheek as he murmurs.
“Now it’s the time to fuck you for real.”
DAHLIA
His back arches as he pushes his hips forward, and every inch of hard flesh slams into my core.
“Fuck,” I mutter, by arms coiling around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist, my center clenching.
He props my back against the wall and thrusts hard, a swirl of pleasure sweeping through my center.
He does it again, and I toss my head back.
Watching him with heavy eyes, I drag my nails down his neck as he plunges into me.
He fucks me and kisses me, crushing me against the wall, my legs locked around him.
I roll my hips, and then he keeps me still and rams into me.
“Fuck Lex...” I murmur again, a flutter rushing through my belly.
His fingers thread through the back of my hair as he rolls his hips, filling me over and over again, hard as steel.
We lock eyes, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
His intense gaze crashes through me. Blue-gray, tinged with fire, carrying the mysterious light of a smile. Softly curling, his lips draw my eyes.
A knowing grin slides across his lips, and I feel it burning through my veins. It makes the flesh between my thighs wet and hot as my it throbs around him.
He really has me.
The pleasure keeps rising and coursing through me, tensing my body, speeding up my breathing. Spellbinding, his eyes stay locked with mine while his hot breath becomes mine.
His muscles harden and flex, his hips crashing into mine.
Hot and tense, I start panting, and then he stops for a moment, and tenderly brushes my lips with his.
“Don’t fuck with me...” I say between short, ragged breaths, and he rams into me, pinning me against the wall.
“Good?”
“Fuck, yes...” I mutter, my eyelids lead heavy, my skin melting off my bones.
He faintly smiles before he locks me against him and falls into me over and over again, my body becoming one with his. I close my eyes and lose myself, riding that pleasure with him.
It’s only moments later when I finally plug myself back to the reality. He moves with me again, this time carrying me into the shower. An hour later he lays me on the bed.
As the night turns into a day, we find ourselves lying next to each other. The sheets are soft and smell fresh, the breath of wind bringing the floral incense from outside.
“I love summer,” I say, glancing at the terrace.
The sheer drapes puff and dance, catching the light from the patio.
“What else do you like?” he asks, his fingers playing in my hair, stroking me softly.
I roll to my side, run my thigh up on his legs and look at him.
“As much as I know I can’t have you I really like you.”
His arm curls around my back, his elbow tucked beneath his head.
“What makes you think you can’t have me?” he asks so softly, I barely make out his words.
Slowly, I run my finger across his chest.
“You’ve never been anyone’s, Lex... Why would it be me?”
“Why wouldn’t it be you?”
I laugh. And then I smile, suddenly saddened.
“You don’t need me, Lex. You have everything you want.”
His gaze slides away from me as he runs his hand through his hair.
“You don’t know that.”
His eyes come back to me.
“I really don’t need to. It’s only logical.”
He brushes the side of my face with his fingers and then places a soft kiss on my lips.
Our eyes stay connected after he smoothly breaks the kiss.
“You like to play...” I mutter. “You find pleasure in tormenting me.” His lips purse slightly, a soft smile reaching his eyes. “And you know why?”
He slowly shakes his head, amused.
“Because there’s something you need to hide,” I say, and his grin starts to fade away.
I’ve always suspected it. But now... He just confirmed it.
“Why?” I ask.
“Why what?” he tosses at me, slightly irritated.
“Why do you play with me?”
“I’m not,” he says, serious.
I want to believe him.
“But you do. Whatever makes you pull away from me can crush me, and you know it. That’s why you go back and forth all the time. That’s why you play this game with me. But the thing is, I don’t like games.”
He smiles.
“Oh, I think you do...”
“Not this kind.”
“There’s no game.”
He’s serious again.
I’m not getting anywhere with this.
“What do you hide?”
“I’m not hiding anything, Dahlia.”
“Yes. I think you do. Not from me, perhaps, but surely there’s something you don’t want to admit to yourself.”
“There’s nothing... Nothing that has anything to do with you,” he says, a warm smile brushing his lips.
“Then why do I feel it?”
He leans to me, his lips touching mine as he murmurs.
“Because you got too close to me. That’s why...”
“I like being close to you...” I say, my lips tracing his, my thoughts spreading wings, and spilling out, the words voicing them.
“Then don’t let anything else ruin it for you.”
“I’m afraid...” I murmur.
“You shouldn’t be. I told you I don’t want to hurt you...”
“But––”
His lips lock mine, his hand cupping my rear pulling me into him. My words fall back at the bottom of my throat.
He’s not going to make it easy. Not one bit. And he’s not going to stop until he makes me crash and burn.
The moment I feel his naked body against mine, my thoughts go away, and my mind shuts down as if it’s magic. I no longer fear or care or have the slightest question for him.
He knows that. He does that. He tries to buy some time. I know he does. Because he needs me... No, no. Scratch that. He doesn’t need me. He wants me... perhaps to fill that hole he has, buried deep in his heart.
He slides his palm down my back, tenderness flowing through his touch and kiss and lips. My body gets hot from his as he churns heat like a volcano.
All that frosted shell is gone, layer upon layer peeling off him, revealing a warm man who makes me addicted to him.
He makes it impossible to escape whether he wants me to be his or not, whether he’d want me later on or not. Whether he needs me or not. The feeling is so powerful and overwhelming there’s no way I can pull back.
Not that I want to.
I let myself be swept away, shrouded in his warmth, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He loves me like no one else.
It’s art or love, or perhaps it’s simply luck.
I let him do it.
Responding to him with all my heart, whether this is the end of something or only the beginning.
15
LEX
It’s early afternoon when I hear a soft buzzing on the nightstand, and I crack an ey
e open.
Back turned to me, bare ass pressed against my thigh, she lies next to me, her hair splayed over the pillow.
My phone hums again. I stretch my hand out and snatch it from the nightstand.
She slowly turns to me.
Her eyes peel open, the afternoon light sparkling in them.
“Hey,” I say on my phone as I drink in her soft smile.
She slides her hand onto my chest while I cup the back of her hair. Her tits press against me.
“What the fuck are you doing, man? I called several times. Isn’t it like four o’clock out there?”
“It fucking is, Ed. Why the fuck are you busting my balls?” I say, my voice hoarse, giving half of the story away.
He starts laughing at the other end, and knowing him and his big mouth, I switch my phone from one ear to the other.
Still holding Dahlia’s gaze, I softly stroke her hair.
“Are you buried in pussy up to your eyeballs?” he says. I smile, trying to distract her. “What do you want, Ed?” I ask curtly, and he gets the cue fast.
Yet, he can’t refrain from chuckling a bit more.
“Oh, excuse me. Are you fucking your work wife?”
“Ed?”
“Lex?”
“Are you fucking bored, man?” I say, laughing. “What’s your fucking problem? Isn’t there someone close to you to fuck with?”
“I miss you man,” he says, a noise of traffic coming from the background.
“I’ve only been gone for a few days. I’m thinking about moving here,” I say, winking at Dahlia.
She pulls up, propping herself on her elbow.
Her tits move with her, and my hand slides down from her hair and cup one of them. Her nipple hardens under my touch, her cheeks flushing with blood.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
I shift my eyes away from Dahlia.
“I might get serious about it if you keep fucking with me.”
“And what am I supposed to do?”
“Fuck with one of your pets,” I say, running a hand through my hair and slowly rubbing my eyes.
A soft kiss on my chest makes me flick my eyes open.
Her hair brushes my pecs as she starts kissing me slowly. Tension sets in my body, and heat runs through my blood as she gently rolls her hand down on me.
“It’s not the same,” he says.
“Huh?” I mumble completely distracted as she plants kisses down my body all the way to my groin.
Blood pools in my shaft, my hard-on twitching up and to her mouth.
“Fucking with my pets.”
I slide my fingers through the back of her hair, her lips already molding on the chiseled crown.
“Your pets... Yeah. About that...” I say with a raspy voice, removed from the conversation.
Her head goes down as I tilt my hips up and slide my cock deep into her mouth. The hot moisture of her tongue spreads across my hardness.
“What do you want, Ed?” I ask, my voice catching.
A pause comes from the other end.
“Is she sucking you?”
There’s no way she heard him, yet she flicks her gaze up at me and smiles around my cock. Her eyes get hazy as her fist keeps running up and down my length.
“She is, isn’t she?” he asks, this time with a quiet voice. “Fucking jerk.”
“What’s your problem, Ed?” I ask silently as she peels her gaze away from mine and focuses solely on my dick.
“No fucking problem,” he says, chuckling. “Sexton’s got a big announcement coming up,” he finally says, and my ears perk up.
She must have sensed the twitch in my body, ‘cause she swings her gaze back at me.
“Business?” I ask, serious this time.
“It’s a big party, so probably not.”
Dahlia’s eyebrows flick up. I try to relax and smile.
She earnestly starts to suck me.
“Anyway. That’s all I wanted to say.”
“Why in so many words, Ed?” I say, and he bursts into laughter.
“I told you I missed you.”
“You’re just bored,” I say, tilting my hips up again, hitting the back of her throat.
She starts to moan, her mouth clamping on my cock as she swirls her tongue around my flesh.
“Fuck. I’m getting hard,” he mumbles in my ear, and I hang up the phone.
I toss it on the bed, and arch my body, lifting my hips and thrusting.
She starts to bob her head faster.
“Fuck, Dahlia...” I mutter as she fills her mouth with me, her lips burning my shaft.
Her fist tightens around my girth, the other hand cupping my balls.
“Baby...” I growl with a raspy voice.
One glance she throws at me, and I get a glimpse of her eyes. That’s all I need.
Holding her head against me, I shudder, cum filling her mouth.
DAHLIA
“No way... Are you serious?” Chris blurts out, half of the people in the restaurant glancing at us.
I shush her, laughing.
“You fuck Lex Harrington?” she says under her breath this time.
She straightens her back as the server nears our table and slides the plates in front of us.
The man smoothly pulls away, and she leans closer to me.
“No fucking way,” she says incredulously.
Silently, I nod.
“So how is he?” she asks and then quickly shakes her head. “No, no. Scratch that. He can only be better than the rumors. Is he?”
“I have no words to describe it. He’s different than anything I could’ve possibly imagined,” I say.
“Are you gonna see him again?”
I pause and shrug.
“Probably. Our affair is kinda, um… fluid.”
“Meaning?”
“Anything is possible. Good or bad.”
“Oh,” she says, a bit disappointed.
“Yeah.”
“Well, enjoy it while it lasts.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“How was London?” she asks.
A secret smile tugs at my lips.
She takes a bite of her food. I lower my eyes to my plate.
“Mmm... That good?” she says, a grin tinging her voice.
I flick my gaze up, my cheeks burning.
“It was good,” I say.
She does a double take, studying my eyes.
“You pay attention, girl. He can easily crush your heart.”
I start laughing.
“Too late for that.”
She chuckles as well.
“Did he say something about you two?”
“Not much,” I say, my smile flatlining.
“Maybe he doesn’t know what he wants.”
“No, no. He knows what he wants, and he is open about it. It’s just that every other minute he wants something else.”
She laughs. I smile.
“What about your new job?” she asks.
She sets her fork down and sips wine.
“I start next Monday.”
“That’s great.”
“Yes... I think so,” I say, mixed emotions coursing through me.
We split an hour later in front of the restaurant, and close to nine o’clock, I enter my place.
A text message lights up my phone five minutes later.
Lex: I’ll pick you up in an hour.
I smile.
Bondage Girl: Why didn’t you call?
Lex: Keeping things interesting. No longer up for stuff, Bondage Girl?
Bondage Girl: It depends.
Lex: On what?
Bondage Girl: Which one of you I meet tonight?
Lex: Haha. Which one of me do you want to meet?
Bondage Girl: It depends.
Lex: On what?
Bondage Girl: Which one of you doesn’t hurt me.
The phone goes silent.
Five minutes pass by. I send another mess
age.
Bondage Girl: Gave up on me already?
A minute later, I get my response.
Lex: Being busy.
My stomach shrinks.
He’s lying. Why is he lying?
Another message comes right after.
Lex: Get ready. Will talk later.
My phone drops from my hand, a strange sensation hovering over me.
16
LEX
I toss the phone on the table.
“Problems in paradise?”
“Mind your own dick, Preston,” I say, glancing away.
“What’s your fucking problem? You just came back from a cock sucking European tour, man.”
I flick my eyes to him.
He gets a glimpse of my face and shoots his hand up.
“Okay... All right. Damn it. Why are you so wired up?”
“I’m not,” I bark.
He huffs.
“Clearly,” he says, shifting his eyes to his phone.
“I’m not,” I say with a smoother voice, raking my hand through my hair.
I motion to one of the girls for a drink.
He tilted down, he whips his gaze at me and studies me.
“What’s the problem, Lex?” he asks with a serious voice.
I take a long breath.
“There is no problem,” I say, shifting my eyes away from him.
“Was she no good?”
“She’s good,” I say curtly.
A few moments of silence slip by.
I get my drink and gulp half of it.
He shoots me another glance.
“She loves you... You know that,” he says.
By the time I try to lock his eyes, he pins his gaze to his phone screen and starts typing away.
As always.
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Is that even a question?” he murmurs, pretending he’s writing something extremely important. “You know that.”
“Yeah. I do. My question is how the hell did you figure out? Based on what? Glances in the office.”
“Aside from the sex marathon?”
I wave him off.
He powers off the phone and sets it on the table.
“Seriously, now...” he says, no trace of a smile on his face. “It’s not the sex and not the glances. She puts up with you, and you’re willing to give her more than you’ve given to any other woman before her, except Rain perhaps.”
He pauses, forcing me to lift my gaze.