Kalilah and Cayla laughed at the spice of the last sentence. Natalia laughed with them.
“Seriously, I think he is a closet sweetheart. I agree with Kalilah. Stop fighting it and have some fun. Plus, my dad is Afro-Brazilian, and my mom is Mexican. Nothing wrong with getting a little interracial.”
“Agreed!” Kalilah nodded reverently. “Nick’s white ass does wonderful things to my body.”
“We know!” Cayla and Natalia said in unison.
Kalilah shrugged. “You two wanted all the details. You got them.”
“But, I had this perfect image of me and my black man…”
Kalilah leaned forward. “Cayla, I know there’s this belief that black people get to a certain point of success and purposely choose to not be with a black person, but it’s not true for everyone. Some people may do it on purpose, but others just fall.”
Natalia nodded. “Right. You know what’s what. So, if Dex does it for you, great. If an Asian or Hispanic man does it, good. Think about all the factors. You can get a black man that checks all your boxes but be the worst fit for you. Just go with your gut or case by case.”
Kalilah raised her hand. “I vote for taking it one day at a time while enjoying hot sex and fun.”
Cayla frowned. She didn’t think she was a fling type of girl. But, her body suggested otherwise whenever she thought of Dex.
“Since Dex is compelling enough to get you to consider near public sex twice, I’m with Kalilah. I would have been on my third orgasm by now, minimum.”
Cayla grabbed their glasses to get refills from the kitchen. She needed to escape their scrutiny for a moment. Their advice went against her plans. Yet, she couldn’t deny her sexual attraction to Dex. She looked over at the sound of laughter and near excited screams. They were huddled together, but she couldn’t see what they were doing.
They both got up and headed to the kitchen.
“You know what? You’ve had a long day. Go take a shower, and we’ll clean this up,” Kalilah suggested a little too sweetly.
Natalia nodded in agreement, a little mischief sparkled in her eyes. “Yes, run along. Take a relaxing shower. See you in ten minutes.”
“Are yall suggesting that I stink?” Cayla asked, not quite sure what they were up to.
“No,” they denied in unison.
“We just know how they relax you. Now follow your big sister’s orders.”
“There is a new body wash I planned to try today…” The idea of a shower was starting to sound good. “Okay.”
Kalilah followed Cayla into her bedroom. “Where is that cute sleep shirt I bought you for Christmas? I haven’t seen you wear it yet.”
“I’ve worn it before. Top right drawer. That ultra-cotton material feels wonderful on my skin.”
Kalilah beamed. “I knew you would like it!” She tossed it to Cayla. “We’ll be waiting.”
Cayla shrugged. She still thought they were acting strange but would not pass on a good shower. She was showered and moisturized ten minutes later.
Cayla pulled on the night shirt. She loved the softness of it. The V-neck gave her subtle cleavage without putting her boobs on full display. It cut deep in the back. Black lace followed the V of the pattern in the front and the back. The rest was a soft fine blush pink cotton. This is how princesses slept.
She entered her living room and twirled for Natalia and Kalilah. They smiled brightly and clapped. Natalia handed her a fresh margarita. Cayla was about to ask why they looked like Cheshire cats when her phone pinged. She picked it up from its spot on the table next to a pitcher of margaritas and an empty glass. Kalilah and Natalia eyes grew in unison.
Dex: In the neighborhood. B there n five.
Cayla frowned, confused, and scrolled up to two messages she hadn’t seen earlier. One received, and one sent.
Dex: I’m finished with the gym. Jumping in the shower. I’ll be there in 30 minutes to eat your pussy.
Cayla whole body throbbed at the words.
Cayla: K
The timestamps said the messages were from twenty minutes before. She glared at Kalilah and Natalia. Their smiles deepened.
“You two set me up! This caused your sudden interest in my stress levels?” Reality slapped Cayla in the face. “He said he’ll be here in five minutes!” Slight panic set in her chest.
“We had to!” Kalilah exclaimed. “You would have tried to talk him out of it. Some things a girl should not turn down,” Kalilah pointed at her phone. “THAT is one of those things.”
Natalia nodded reverently. “Aaaagreeed.”
They jumped up and grabbed their purses. “Don’t blow this for us,” Kalilah warned.
“Us?” Cayla repeated shocked and annoyed.
“Yes. Us,” Natalia reiterated. “We expect details.”
“I’ll just tell him…”
“No!” they both exclaimed.
“This is a gift from the sex gods. You accept and say thank you. If Nick texted me that he was on the way to your house to eat me, I’d make it happen.” Kalilah’s look said sorry, not sorry.
Cayla shook her head. She didn’t know what she was going to do with them. She was hot from his text, but she didn’t think she would go through with it. Kalilah opened the front door just as Dex pulled in front of her house. Her stomach flipped at the sight of him. Dex jumped out of his SUV. He wore a black t-shirt and dark gray Nike joggers trimmed in black.
He hugged and kissed Kalilah and Natalia on the cheeks, but his eyes bored into Cayla the entire time. A slight breeze hitting her legs reminded her what she was wearing. The frosty margarita made its presence known when her fingers started to tingle from the cold. Her face flushed. Kalilah and Natalia had her looking like she received his text, got ready, and kicked them out. They preened behind his back as he approached the door.
The Benedict Arnolds were gone by the time Dex was in touching distance. His eyes burned with the same intensity she’d seen the last two times they were alone. His scent dragged her out of her stupor and kicked her nerves up a notch. Dex Sinclair was about to enter her home for the first time with the expressed intention to do dirty things to her.
“Hello, Cayla. You look good…” His eyes raked over her body then back up, briefly pausing at her breasts before reconnecting with her eyes. “…enough to eat.”
She shivered. How did such an unoriginal line have the power to make her wet? Because Dex said it while he was aroused. Hell, he could have told her he liked green eggs and ham, and she would think it was the hottest thing she’d ever heard.
“What did you tell them?” He nodded in the direction Kalilah and Natalia went.
Dex was in her face. Breathing the same air as her. His scent and body heat soaked into her skin.
“Uh…nothing.”
He pushed a wavy tendril out of her face; his intense gray eyes studied her. The truth began to spill.
“They saw the text when I was in the kitchen.”
Dex took the margarita from her, and she stepped back. He moved into her house, then turned and locked her front door.
“I didn’t know I got a text.”
Dex nodded while finishing the margarita.
“They sent the ‘K’.”
He put the empty glass down on the nearest surface, then took a step towards her.
She took one step back.
“Kalilah and Natalia said I should go take a relaxing shower.”
Dex smirked and took another step.
She retreated again. “Then, Kalilah said I should wear the nightshirt she got me for Christmas.”
Dex moved toward her again. The heat in his eyes intensified instead of dimming like she thought it would.
“I didn’t know about the text until you said you were in the neighborhood.”
Cayla ran out of steps. Thrice, she’s found herself trapped between Dex and a surface. He didn’t kiss her like she expected. Instead, his fingertips slowly traced the left side of her face, down her neck, across her sho
ulder, down her arm, then briefly paused on her hip. His fingers left a trail of hot tingles down her body. His slate eyes studied her face, checking for her reaction. His breathing was shallow, and the scent of him intensified with his body heat. His fingers slipped under her shirt, tracing up the front of her thigh, over her panties, and up her belly. Cayla shivered. Dex splayed his hand just under her right breast. He wasn’t touching any other part of her, yet her whole body ached.
Cayla bit her lip when his other hand took a similar journey. Her heart pounded in her chest like it was trying to get to Dex. Her breath hitched when his other hand stopped at the same spot. She throbbed with anticipation. She was unable to predict his next move. She stood in suspense, scared to move forward and scared to stop. Dex’s face was in kissing distance. Cayla’s lips parted. He licked his own, leaving moisture on his full bottom lip. She’d never wanted to kiss someone as bad as she wanted to kiss Dex. Memories of how it felt when he claimed her mouth earlier that day made her wet with anticipation.
Dex’s thumbs rubbed teasing circles on her taut peaks. Bolts of pleasure shot through Cayla and settled in her core. She arched into his hands and whimpered helplessly. She wasn’t a fan of nipple play before Dex. But, she’d happily let him rub them for hours. Dex continued to watch her. His gaze hot and calculating. Cayla craved one of his jarring kisses. She didn’t know why he was waiting, but he was. His hands abandoned her nipples. His nails worked their way down her sides.
“Dex…please.”
“Please what, Cayla?” Damn. It was the first time he’d spoken since entering her house. His voice was deep with a gravelly rasp.
“Kiss me,” she begged. At this point, she wasn’t above it.
“Where?" His breath on her neck made her weak. She was molding clay. No, she was putty. Scratch that, she was fucking kinetic sand; he could do anything he wanted.
“Everywhere.”
His kiss wasn’t hot and heavy like it had been the last two times they’d kissed. It was teasing and sensual. Dex gently sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. He nipped and teased it with the tip of his tongue. He leisurely explored her mouth. His tongue caressed the seam of her lips, barely sliding it in before retreating then returning. The slow build fanned the embers of desire. Cayla missed his aggressive kiss and possessive touch.
Cayla’s attempts to deepen this kiss were thwarted by Dex. Dex laced his left hand in her hair. The next time she tried to control the kiss, he lightly tugged her hair to keep her head where he wanted it. The move was controlling. It was bossy. It was sexy as hell. Cayla hated it. Her body wanted more. Her body hummed with desire. Cayla whined in frustration.
Dex pulled her head back for better access to her neck.
“Just feel, baby,” he rasped in her ear.
White-hot pleasure shot through her and settled between her legs when he licked then nipped at her lobe. His hot mouth moved to her neck, placing open-mouth kisses as he worked his way down.
Cayla’s hands gripped his hard biceps. His right hand kneaded her ass, his hard chest teased her sensitive nipples, his erection twitched against her belly, and his scent…
“Mmm…”
Dex lightly bit the juncture of her shoulder and neck. The sensation from the bite shot to her clit and she shuddered.
“Now, you’re ready.”
Chapter 11
“Hold this.” Dex ordered.
He was on his knees looking up at her. His eyes shone with unbridled lust as he bunched up her shirt and pushed it impatiently towards her breasts. Cayla gripped it like he told her. There was no point in trying to stop him. She’d imagined him in this position before. Wondered how it would be. How it would feel. If she would like it. If he could give her what she craved. In her fantasies, he did. Although, she would never admit to fantasizing about him.
Cayla’s belly fluttered when he nipped and kissed parts of her belly. He lowered his mouth to just above the top of her panties. He kissed her where her skin met the material. His tongue traced a line from the band up to directly below her navel. Her knees buckled slightly. Her insides clenched with longing. If she weren’t already wet, that would have done it. Dex slid his fingers – palms up – under the legs of her panties and used his fingers as hooks to pull the material towards him. His eyes locked with hers when he clamped his teeth on the band.
The mention of a man removing a woman’s underwear with his teeth was the kind of bullshit that incited severe eye rolling from Cayla, but seeing Dex kneeling in front of her with his perfect teeth clamped down on the cotton as he maneuvered them off her body was inspiring. The intensity of it was so primal and guttural that Cayla grew wetter with every inch they dropped. Feeling his teeth and stubble tickle her sensitive skin while leaving a delicious tingle behind, was beyond erotic. Her legs were weaker, and he’d technically hadn’t begun.
Dex threw her panties over his shoulder. His hands kneaded and caressed her thighs as he studied her slit like he’d never seen a hairless one before. Cayla didn’t feel self-conscious. She liked her body, and Dex’s intense gray eyes were filled with lust. She remembered Kalilah saying Nick did something similar. Maybe there are vag whisperers or something. Maybe their gray eyes could see something no other man could.
Dex hummed his approval as his finger started lightly rubbing Cayla’s slit. Fire shot through her. She moaned and tried to grind into his touch. His free hand grabbed her hip to still her. He shook his head.
“Just feel,” he whispered.
He blew cool air on her clit and continued to lightly rub her opening just shy of her clit. It was a slow, sensual attack of her senses. He added enough pressure for slight penetration. Dex added a second finger and continued the shallow penetration creating a slow build inside of her. Cayla mewed. The anticipation was consuming her. It filled her with nervous energy. Cayla pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and threw it.
Dex’s eyes drunk in her naked body. His fingers paused. Their eyes locked, and he licked his lips. Dex was up and kissing her like she wanted. Rough and possessive like he was trying to mark her with his kisses, brand her with his tongue. Cayla was an independent, forward-thinking woman. She thought she would be offended by such a kiss. But when Dex grabbed her much like he did at the restaurant and pressed her against the wall again. Both of his hands cupped her ass cheeks again. She wrapped her legs around him again. She moaned when he pulled her hair again. She shivered when he placed open-mouthed kisses down her throat again. She noticed a pattern. Sadly, she mentally doused her burning bra, shook off some of the soot, and put that bitch back on. More caveman kisses, please.
Their mouths reconnected, and Cayla threw all her sexual frustration into that kiss. Dex’s shirt and hard chest excited her nipples. The possessive way he gripped her ass – his fingers digging into her flesh – encouraged her to grind her need against the hard planes of his abdomen. The friction made her moan into his mouth, but she didn’t come up for air until she realized she was sitting on her couch. Dex stood, his deliciously hard cock eye level with Cayla. She wanted to touch it. To see it in person, up close and personal, but Dex swatted her hand.
“Have you sampled me yet?” The roughness of his voice made her shiver.
She shook her head negatively but couldn’t voice anything. Her eyes were affixed to Dex’s hand as he adjusted himself for comfort. His hand was inside his joggers moving his erection to a more comfortable position. His lips were a grim line of concentration, but his eyes were hot. He shuddered slightly when his head rubbed against the cotton of his underwear. When he finished, it was deliciously outlined in his joggers.
“Where is it?”
“What?” Cayla asked, trying to remember what they were talking about. She hardly knew where she was.
“The sample,” Dex reminded her, impatient and needy.
“Bottom drawer of my nightstand.”
Dex disappeared and came back almost immediately. It wasn’t hard to find her bedroom in the two-bedroom patio
home. She flushed when Dex moved toward her with purpose while holding his replica. He kneeled in front of her and put the vibrator on the couch next to her leg.
“I didn’t put any batteries in it.”
Cayla wasn’t sure what he was about to do. She wasn’t oblivious, she knew the mechanics, just didn’t know Dex’s plan. His eyes sparkled with mischief.
“We don’t need them.”
Dex pushed Cayla’s legs open and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. His eyes were still locked with hers when he took a long, leisurely lick of her slit. Sparks of desire shot through her body and flew to her core. Dex moaned and continued the firm yet gentle strokes with his tongue. He watched and listened to what she liked and adjusted accordingly. He mastered her body within seconds. All the light foreplay before had Cayla more primed than she realized. She let out a surprised gasp before she crumbled.
“Ah…shit…DEX!”
Cayla moaned incoherently when Dex stuck two fingers inside of her, intensifying the spasms. His mouth clamped down on her clit, sucking and teasing it while he massaged her with his fingers. First, Cayla tried to push him away. The sensations were too intense. Then, another orgasm started to build. Her hips ground against Dex, chasing the sweet release.
“Mmm. I could do this for hours,” Dex moaned before sitting back.
Cayla whimpered at the loss of his touch. She was close, all she needed…
Wait. Hours? It’s settled. Dex was trying to kill her. What did she do? Maybe when she’d threatened Nick, she’d upset the Sinclair empire. Dex was the family’s henchman and took out women with sex. He orgasmed them to death. It’s hard to prove. The perfect murder.
Dex picked up his replica and rubbed it against her opening. “But, I’ve been dying to do this since I made it.”
He pushed the tip in slowly. Her hormones rejoiced, and her vaginal muscles wanted to know what the hell was going on. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time, and she limited self-play to clitoral stimulation. Dex eased the tip out then back in, giving her muscles time to stretch.
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