Wicked Dix (Hard Love Romance #2)

by Monica James

  Before I can chicken out, I reach underneath my dress as discreetly as I can without flashing him and shimmy my black lace thong down my legs. I step out of it and secure it in my trembling hand.

  Dixon extends his palm and I place it into it.

  I look on, a little mortified, but mostly a lot turned on as he draws them up to his nose. “You smell delicious, Madison. I want a taste.”

  Before I can voice my approval, he slips the thong into his back pocket and adjusts himself so he’s lying down. He places his head on the armrest. I swallow when I see the huge bulge tenting the front of his jeans. “Get on.”

  “What?” I ask, not understanding.

  Our gazes tango in a dance orchestrated for us alone when he slowly turns his head to look at me. “You heard me. Get that sweet pussy on my face.”

  I gulp. His words are exactly what I want.

  “But if you don’t want to…” he playfully says when he sees me hesitate.

  “No, I do,” I interject quickly when he attempts to sit back up. “I just don’t know how.” I feel foolish, but I don’t know how I’ll stay on without falling off.

  “I’ve got you, angelo,” he affirms assertively. His confidence overrides my fear, so I step out of my heels before walking over.

  “That’s it.” He settles back down and extends his hand out, which I gingerly take. He guides me onto him, but encourages me to slide up further until I’m hovering above his face, my knees on either side of his head.

  He hums as he looks up, getting a full frontal view. “I could look at this view all day.” With a leisurely slow speed, he slides up the short hem of my dress until it bunches up just underneath my belly button.

  I’m totally bare and I’m wicked because I like it.

  With both hands, he scores his short fingernails up and down the outside of my thighs. “Lean forward and hold onto the wall,” he instructs.

  I do as he says.

  My hips are still suspended above his face, as I’m afraid I’ll suffocate him if I lower myself onto him.

  But Dixon won’t allow my fears to overshadow this moment. “C’mon, Maddy.” He slides his hands up and secures a firm hold around my waist. “Don’t tease me.” His warm breath bathes my swollen center and I finally cave, unable to take it any longer.

  With shaky legs, I lower myself slowly, but Dixon unexpectedly tightens his hold around me and forces my hips down. With no other choice, I slam onto his face. A loud gust of wind escapes him and I instantly try to wiggle off, afraid I’ve hurt him. But he fastens his hold and fixes me even tighter around him. With encouraging fingers he then guides me to move my hips. And I do.

  My movements are cautious and paced at first, but unable to fight against Dixon coaxing me to move faster and faster, I give in. I rock my body while slamming my palms onto the brick wall to anchor myself, all while Dixon licks, sucks and…fucks me with that skillful, wicked tongue. The deeper he delves, the faster I move and before long I’m riding and bouncing on his face, desperately galloping to the finish line.

  His longish whiskers add to the pleasure, and a bittersweet pain begins building in my core. The room is soaked with animalistic groans, and the raw smell of desire leaves me panting and wanting more…more…more. My eyes are squeezed shut and being blind, relying on my other senses is an unbelievable aphrodisiac. The feeling of trusting another person this primitively has me letting loose and crying out in need and relief.

  I want to slow down, afraid I’m grinding too hard, but Dixon’s fingers clasp my flesh so firmly, directing the speed and friction of my movement, I can’t stop.

  “Ahhh!” I whimper, my insides beginning to unravel. My unrefined sounds seem to spur Dixon on, and he continues lapping at me, sucking me dry.

  The impassioned sounds coming from him are music to my ears, but I want so badly to reach around and give him the same pleasure he’s giving me. I push a hand off the wall and attempt to reach behind me, but Dixon’s palm snaps out and secures my wrist. His simple action has just told me that this right here is all for me. When he lets go and devours me with such intense ferocity, I’m powerless to do anything but ride this moment out, so I do.

  Dixon’s hot mouth sears my flesh and as he secures my ass cheeks in a tight hold, spreading me wide, I scream as the action opens up my channel. He takes advantage of my generous exposure and buries his face even further into me. Suddenly I lift my hips, feeling like a total vixen as I tease him and pull out of his reach. Looking down, I see his lips are coated with my arousal, which complements the feral, possessive look in his eyes.

  “Get back on,” he commands. But when I hesitate, he unexpectedly brings his palm down, spanking me firmly on the behind.

  I yelp in shock, but that shock soon turns to brazen lust. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Maddy,” he warns, attempting to force me back down. I use my core muscles to resist.

  “And what if I don’t?” I have no idea where this burst of confidence has come from, but I roll with it and reach down and lightly rub over my aching core. His hungry eyes follow the movement and the look electrifies me beyond belief.

  Just as I’m about to dig in deeper, his hand comes down and he slaps me harder this time on the other ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls, before arching his neck and looping his arms around my shaky upper thighs. When he sucks on my cleft in one long, hard passionate pull, I know he’s won and I slam back down on his face.

  He eats me out so vigorously it brings tears to my eyes. He slaps his tongue against my core, akin to the way he spanked my ass, and the memory has me shouting uncontrollably and letting go of all my reservations. With no other choice, I chase out my impending release loudly. Nothing has ever felt sweeter.

  This is what I’ve craved. What I’ve needed. No one can make me feel this way. No one.

  It feels like I’m floating, sated and content for minutes, but when I remember where I am, I raise my hips, mortified that I’ve smothered Dixon to death.

  When I look down, I’m greeted with a satisfied grin. “We need to do that again.”

  I redden and look away, suddenly embarrassed that I’m straddling his face. However, I’m beyond mortified when I see his satisfied grin is now slathered thickly with my arousal.

  “You really do blush pink all over,” Dixon coolly says while I feel my face set alight.

  Thankfully, he shuffles down and sits, allowing my tender knees the reprieve of moving as I attempt to gracefully get down from my perch. I pull down my dress before falling back against the cushions, attempting to catch my breath.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  I turn to look at Dixon and smile. “Thank you.”

  His hair is a tangled mess and I have the urge to run my fingers through the soft strands. So I do.

  His eyes slip shut and a low hum rumbles from his throat. The look of absolute bliss on his face reveals what an idiot I’ve been. To question Dixon’s feelings for me was just my insecurity, my fear clouding what I know to be true. I know that he cares for me, and I also know my past doesn’t make a difference to him. Maybe he really has been stressed at work and I’ve been reading things into it that aren’t there.

  Things like Beth.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry?” he asks, his eyes popping open. “Whatever for?”

  “For being a girl,” I reply, toying with his locks.

  “I have no idea what that means, but it’s okay.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Shall we go home?”

  Nodding, I unexpectedly feel the excessive alcohol rattle my brain.

  Dixon must be able to read my sudden queasiness because he chuckles. “I say we go for a run tomorrow morning.”

  I groan, burying myself into the sofa. “I say no.”

  “It’s not optional. And besides, you’ll thank me in the morning.” He arises with a smile.

  “How?”

  “Wouldn’t you rather run off your hangover than throw it up?”

  I blanch beca
use he’s right. “Fine, you win.”

  “You—” he leans in, imprisoning me as he rests his hands on either side of my head “—should know by now that I always win.” His eyes rake down my body, lingering on my heaving chest.

  “Not always.” I swallow hard.

  He licks his top lip. “I win where it’s important.” Leaning in even closer he adds, “The underwear which currently sits in my back pocket is a confirmation of that.”

  My tongue weighs a thousand pounds so I simply nod.

  His husky laugh has my pulse speeding up to an unhealthy staccato. What is this man doing to me?

  As he slowly closes the distance between us and kisses me tenderly, I know what. And that what scares me half to death.

  7

  Walk Away

  DIXON

  Looking down at my upright cock, I sigh, cursing the infernal thing.

  “Fuck you, man. Fuck you and the day I allowed you to control my life.”

  My teeth chatter as I attempt to freeze out my hard-on in my ritualistic morning ice-cold shower. Today is worse than ever, seeing as Madison is lying in my bed with nothing but my Einstein T-shirt on.

  Every time she got too close and attempted to wrap that hot, supple body around me, I subtly shifted away until I was practically lying on the edge of the mattress. I was afraid I didn’t have the strength to stop myself from giving in to my desperate desire of fucking her senseless. And I refuse to do that because she deserves better. She deserves flowers and candles and all of that girly shit. But truth be told, I can’t take away something so pure without telling her of my sins.

  The thought of my sins has my dick retreating and leaving me with a serious case of blue balls, which is the story of my life lately.

  I finish up showering and dress in my running gear. I don’t bother shaving and run my fingers through my sleep-mussed hair. As I make my way into my bedroom, my eyes feast on Madison’s bare legs, which are twisted around the sheets. My shirt lies just underneath her ass, and if she moves, it’ll ride up, exposing pure perfection.

  Realizing I’m gaping at her like a complete pervert, I clear my throat loudly, hoping she’ll wake of her own accord as I don’t want to go anywhere near her in the aroused state I’m in. Thankfully, her sleepy groan reveals that she’s awake.

  I hunt for my sneakers while she comes to. “Ugh, what time is it?” she croaks. I can’t help but smile at her adorability.

  “It’s time for you to get up.” I sit on the edge of the bed, slipping on my shoes, still avoiding looking at her because all that exposed flesh and wild bed hair will not help the predicament in my pants.

  “I can’t believe you were serious about going running.”

  “I never joke about fitness,” I conclude, finally gathering the balls and turning around to face her.

  I was right, she looks so innocent and pure wrapped in my white sheets. However, when I think of her riding my face not so innocently last night, I realize that underneath that purity is a need that only I can fill. That fact has me feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

  “C’mon, Sleeping Beauty. I’ll make coffee while you get ready.” I playfully pinch her big toe while she squirms and giggles. I leave her to shower and get dressed while I head into the kitchen.

  As the coffee machine permeates the air with caffeine goodness, I can’t help but ponder on the fact that I still haven’t told Maddy about Juliet. Given, last night wasn’t really the right time, but hearing her confess that she knows something is up, and that something has got to do with Juliet, has me beyond nervous to tell her. She near tore my heart out when she confessed her fears. How wrong, yet right she was.

  I don’t want to tell her, but what else am I to do? Honestly, I’m surprised Juliet hasn’t called Madison to rub her face in the mess I’ve made.

  Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I drink it without really tasting it, as my mind is plagued with so many thoughts. How do I tell her, and where do I start? I know it doesn’t matter because no matter what I say, I’m fucked. I need a plan B, because plan A sucks.

  “Coffee smells good.”

  Masking my inner turmoil, I turn around with a staged smile. However, when I see her wearing a navy bra and tight running shorts, all my worries disappear. “Where’s the rest of your top?” I inquire, unable to tear my gaze off her toned, slender midriff.

  She laughs, which does mindboggling things to her chest. “It’s called a crop top. People run in them all the time.”

  It should be called a cock tease, I silently reply.

  “Yes, but I bet none of them look as good as you do.” How does she expect me to focus on anything other than all her scantily clad good bits?

  “Dixon?”

  “Hmm?” I distractedly reply, undressing her with my eyes.

  “You’re staring.”

  “You would, too.”

  Her suddenly flushed flesh reminds me of last night and I can’t resist her any longer. Placing my mug onto the counter, I reach her in two huge strides. Before she has time to react, I pull her into my arms and smash my lips to hers. She’s stunned, her mouth slack underneath mine, but as I nudge it open with my tongue, she explodes around me.

  I want to fucking eat her alive, so I devour her like she’s my last meal—and in a way, she is. I know, once the day is done, I’ll be starved of her love.

  I’ve never been more forceful with her, but her tiny whimpers and desperate touches reveal she likes my domination. I kiss her madly, fisting my hand into her loose hair, holding her prisoner as I consume her mouth. Her succulent perfume assaults my senses, and my need to overthrow her assails me, so I lift her, planting her ass onto the counter. She opens her legs, welcoming me home.

  Our mouths never miss a beat as we kiss, robbing each other of air. But who needs air when Madison is my life source?

  My impatient dick demands to break free from its confines, so I drive my hips forward, pressing my hard-on into her center. However, when she gasps and stills, I scold myself for being so aggressive with her.

  “I’m s—” But the words die in my throat when she slowly reaches between us and strokes over my cock.

  Her hands on me are exactly what I crave, and although I don’t deserve it, I need it so, so badly. She watches me with curious eyes as she fondles my arousal with a virgin’s touch and appears to be gauging the feel of my cock as she works up and down my length unhurriedly. Meanwhile, her jerky, unsure movements are sending my brain into overdrive, and if I don’t pull away now, I will, like a pubescent teen, come in my pants. That would be embarrassing.

  “Madison…” I attempt to pull my hips away, but she surprises me by holding on tight.

  “I want to…to go down on you,” she confesses, biting her lip a second later.

  My dick is standing in salute, so ready to get this show on the road. But my conscience is punching me in the guts, telling me that I cannot take that from her until I tell her the truth. If she knew where my dick had been before her, I’m sure she wouldn’t be so eager to pleasure me with that chaste mouth. And just like that, my cock flips me off and retreats.

  “You don’t want me to?” she asks with a small frown.

  With regretful fingers, I gently remove her hand from my crotch. “Of course I do. The proof is in my pants.”

  “But?” she prompts.

  “But…” I’m a lying, undeserving bastard. “But not now,” I settle for instead.

  She appears disappointed, but doesn’t press. When she hides behind her hair, I know I’ve hurt her feelings. By trying to protect her and her decency, I’ve inadvertently made her feel unwanted.

  Fucking great.

  “Maddy…”

  “You ready to go?” she interrupts, trying to appear unaffected.

  I could give her the whole, “it’s not you, it’s me” speech, but I’ve been on the receiving end of that little sermon and quite frankly it blows. No matter the truth, the entire concept is belittling and I would rat
her say nothing than deliver her such an excuse.

  So I nod.

  When she jumps down from the counter, excusing herself as she needs to finish getting ready, I know I’m screwed.

  * * *

  As we begin our run around Central Park, I know Madison is angry with me.

  Her clipped responses are a sure sign she’s thinking of ways to tell me to take a hike in the opposite direction. Not that I can blame her. I am telling myself the same thing. But this is the push I needed. I’ve put it off for long enough. She needs to know.

  I’m winded, and it’s not because I’m running. For the first time in my life I am absolutely petrified. I know there is no way to soften the blow of what I’m about to reveal. Hunter’s advice plays over in my head, and although it’s the worst piece of advice to follow, I decide to put my spin on it and hope it works.

  I’m planning on declaring my feelings for her before I tell her what a lowlife scumbag I really am. Here’s hoping she’ll focus on the positives rather than the negatives. But I realize this is all wishful thinking. Once I’m done telling her the truth, she’ll want nothing more to do with me.

  “So, this is nice.” Not the lead-in I wanted to start with, but it’ll have to do.

  Maddy turns to look at me and nods, waiting for me to elaborate. I don’t. She huffs and kicks up her speed, darting ahead of me. Normally, I would check out her ass, but today the sight is too depressing as it’s one I’m unlikely to see again.

  I catch up to her, but she continues to focus ahead as she runs with determination.

  “Maddy, about this morning…”

  “Don’t worry about it,” she breathlessly says, avoiding eye contact.

  “No, I am worrying about it. I need to tell you something.”

  That has her sharp focus wavering as she turns. “What do you need to tell me?”

  My voice catches in my throat and my heart begins hammering. “I need to tell you the truth.”

  “The truth about what, Dixon?” She slows down her strides and watches me, silently begging me to explain.