Dex stared down at her with his hands still resting in the pockets of his slacks. His heart pounding under her hands was the only sign that she affected him. The heat from his body seeped through her palms and warmed her entire body. In that moment, she wanted Dex more than she wanted anything.
They were a breath away from each other. It wouldn’t take much to kiss his lips and taste him the way she craved, but she didn’t know how to be the seductress. It’s a role she’d never had to play. Right now, she was too fragile to put herself out there completely just for him to turn her down. Not with the day she’d had. A rejection right now would surely kill what was left of her self-esteem.
Instead, she stood in place and studied him. She watched the pulse in his neck before staring at the elusive dimple that his clenched jaw exposed. Her Valentine’s Day desire to touch it returned. Cayla lightly slid her finger across his cheek, his light beard tickling her finger. The sensation aroused her more than it should; a simple touch elicited the drop of courage she needed to push forward.
Cayla took a step back from Dex. Her gaze held his as she tugged her towel away from her body. It dangled briefly between her thumb and forefinger before hitting the ground. Dex’s eyes roamed her body; the intensity in his eyes had his irises warring between gray and blue. His white linen shirt shuddered over his heaving chest and his erection was clearly outlined in his charcoal slacks. He loosened his tie as he spoke.
“Have you ever used music with sex, Cayla?” The richness of his tone gave her pause.
“You mean mood music?” Cayla inquired.
Dex smiled as his eyes took on a naughty glint. “No. The music is part of the sexual experience.”
Cayla frowned, not completely understanding. “As in playing a bunch of songs during sex?”
Dex’s lips tipped up more as he pulled her back into his arms. Her soft naked body pressed against him. His scent mesmerized her again. Cayla loved being back in Dex’s arms far more than she wanted to admit. She didn’t want to be attracted to him or ache for his touch when he was not around. Yet, she couldn’t help wanting him. She hoped it was just a hormonal reaction to him that would fade after more sex. His erection nudged her with each breath, teasing her more by the second.
Dex kissed her gently, his lips firm and non-exploratory. The simple peck pained her; she wanted more. “No. I only need three songs,” he corrected, returning to the conversation.
“Three songs? For what?” Cayla probed, her mind hazy from lust. Dex’s hand leisurely kneading her bottom occupied more of her mental space than his words.
Dex delicately clasped her jaw in his hand, keep her eyes focused on his while he spoke. “Three songs are enough to give you enough orgasms to sleep through the night.”
Cayla’s gasp echoed in the bathroom Dex was currently vacating with her in tow. He’d guided her to a leather ottoman sitting in the middle of the room. Cayla stared at it for a moment, mentally trying to place the prior location of the rectangle piece of furniture. She was certain it hadn’t been there when she’d entered his room before her bath.
“Sit,” Dex ordered. Her heart fluttered. Never had that word been sexy until Dex said it with authority.
Cayla felt the cool cognac leather caress her bottom when she lowered herself. She crossed her legs and looked to Dex for further cues. He shook his head disapprovingly.
“Straddle it,” he demanded.
Without hesitation, Cayla swung her leg over the side. She shivered when the cool leather rubbed against her sensitive skin. Dex’s gaze on her body was mental foreplay. She leaned back to rest on her palms and tilted her head to her right to watch Dex. Her breasts perked up in the air for him as if they were an offering. They stared at each other in silence until Dex’s eyes slid down the rest of her body. Cayla’s desire for him was starting to make her feel impatient. She needed him to touch her; Cayla’s body begged for the attention only Dex could give it.
Cayla suppressed a whimper when he moved out of her reach, crossing over to his television stand in front of her. A sleek black radio remote now rested in his left hand; his eyes roamed over her body once more before pressing play.
The first notes of Marilyn Manson’s version of “Sweet Dreams” played over his surround sound. To her surprise, each note vibrated through her body arousing her more. Dex’s watched her with a predatory glint in his eyes as he removed his tie. His deft fingers pulled the knot and flicked the tie off with sexy precision. He moved behind her with his tie still in his hands as Marilyn started to sing. Cayla attempted to turn to him, but he kept her facing forward. He slid up behind her. Dex ran his fingertips down the side of her arm. Cayla shivered when his thumb caressed the sensitive skin of her wrist. The silk of the tie started to wrap around her wrist.
“Wha-” Cayla started to ask but Dex silenced her.
“Shhh…just feel,” he answered with his mouth close to her ear.
The music’s tempo picked up, and drums joined the guitar and bass making the song more aggressive. Cayla let out a surprised moan; the beat felt like it was pounding into her while Dex tied her other wrist. He’d left enough slack for her to rest her hands at her side, but it was tight enough to remind her he was in charge. The idea made her wetter. Cayla never thought she’d like having her hands tied and relinquishing control, but Dex was proving her wrong.
It should be frustrating, but Cayla was too aroused to be upset. Dex nipped her ear then soothed it with his tongue. Cayla mewed; her body was coiled tight with anticipation. Dex pressed himself against her back as he straddled the ottoman. He was still fully clothed. The fabric from his clothes caressed her body while his erection pressed against her lower back.
His experienced mouth nipped, licked, and nibbled down the side of her neck while his hand traced up her spine. It felt good to be touched and kissed by Dex, but he was teasing her. Cayla’s attempts to rub against him were thwarted when Dex wrapped her loose hair around his hand. He held it firmly against her nape to control her.
“Don’t move,” he whispered before tipping her head back and stealing a kiss. He was controlling the intensity and not giving her exactly what she wanted.
Cayla moaned her frustration. She could feel Dex smile against her lips.
“Have patience,” he said before taking another quick kiss.
His free hand traveled up her thigh while gently squeezing along the way. Her senses amped up, ready to be stroked. His thumb got close to where she needed it, but he retreated. He pushed her forward. Cayla panted when she felt his hot, wet tongue begin to travel up her spine. He licked and nipped his way up as he continued to rub her leg just shy of her center. His nips and caresses became more aggressive with the music. Cayla arched her back, silently begging for more.
Dex continued to give her only what he wanted to give. Her whole body ached for release. She’d never imagined she could get so worked up by a few well-placed kisses and a haunting track. She unraveled when Dex’s mouth found the nape of her neck. His lips attacked the back and both sides of her neck, in no discernable pattern. Trying to predict him was futile, plus the fingertips of the hand that was once teasing her thigh were sliding up her belly achingly slow. Her clit throbbed and begged. Her nipples her hard and throbbing. Her body was hungry for Dex.
Something clicked inside of her, an understanding that became clearer the hornier she became. Dex knew exactly what he was doing. She didn’t need to control her pleasure because she was in very capable hands. She knew what she needed to do. Cayla relaxed against him. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her back melded to his chest, and her tense shoulders relaxed. Cayla gave her body over to Dex.
“Very good,” Dex moaned.
He released her hair, and his other hand joined the exploration of her body. He cupped her breasts without touching her nipples. She knew better than to beg or protest, instead she gave herself over to the pleasure that Dex and the song were giving her. A slow build was starting in her body. Dex’s expert hands rubbin
g her almost everywhere coupled with his kisses drew a surprised orgasm from her.
She shook and shuddered as Marilyn Manson screamed and Dex held her while peppering kisses over and face and neck.
“That’s one,” he announced when Cayla was lucid again.
Cayla mourned the loss of his body heat when he stood. “Sweet Dreams” melted into Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Don’t Forget Me.” Each strum of the guitar excited her nipples. Having music around and under her was new and damn effective. But the main source of her arousal was standing three feet in front of her, watching her with intense gray eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt. The slow sexy song accompanied by Dex stripping was all she needed. Cayla’s eyes watched every movement with rapt attention. She’d only seen Dex naked or clothed; she’d never had the opportunity to watch the transition. The linen shirt hit the floor.
Cayla licked her lips as she admired his exposed arms. The thin muscle shirt that clung to his body went next. Dex’s eyes were still fixated on her, his movements were unhurried. His muscles flexed as he unbuckled his belt. Cayla groaned low in her throat; it was the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed. He was stripping for her. No, he wasn’t dancing around and being suggestive. Instead, he was standing in one spot feasting his eyes on her as his clothes fell to the floor. It was far more potent. It was a carnal promise.
Dex’s pants and underwear fell at the same time. Cayla was stunned by her reaction to his powerful naked body standing before her, primed to do everything she craved and more. He was beautiful. He was more than her fantasies. She dropped her eyes to his tattoo focusing on the gargoyles and guardian angels. She needed a distraction from his earnest eyes, needed to catch her breath from the punch of her desire for him.
She didn’t have time to process her feelings because Dex was kneeling in front of her. His hand shook slightly with bridled passion as he rubbed her cheek before he kissed her sweetly. Cayla was touched by the endearing act, but it didn’t last long.
Cayla was blitz attacked when Dex simultaneously sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he thumbed her clit.
“Ohhh!” she moaned almost in unison with Anthony Kiedis as she pulled against the restraint of the tie. The sensations threatened to make her cum immediately.
Dex didn’t stop. He switched nipples and inserted one finger then two inside of her slick heat. Cayla wanted to touch him, needed to feel more. Her silent request was answered when he pushed her back. His big palms laid flat against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, pushing them further apart.
She sighed triumphantly when Dex dove in licking and sucking her folds. He held her in place while his expert tongue worked her into a frenzy. His tongue fluttered with the guitar solo. The delicious pressure returned. Every “oh” Anthony Kiedis belted resonated with her experience. She didn’t know what the song was about, and it didn’t matter. The song made her feel sexy with each note, and Dex’s tongue was magic.
Some of her troubles flew away as she felt herself falling over the cliff. Small tremors warned her the bigger one was on the way. Dex teased her with the tip of his tongue, each flick leaving a small shock of pleasure. Dex sucked her into his mouth hard, and she fell apart during the last guitar solo. Each note teased her nipples, and Dex did not relent. Cayla lay back on the ottoman as the song started to fade out; she was mush.
She could feel the next song before she could hear it. She moaned at the sensations against her back. The beat felt primal. Guttural. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Her eyes fluttered open to find Dex standing above her. The way he licked his lips – like if he’d just had the most satisfying meal – made her whimper.
“That was two,” he counted aloud.
His strong arms grabbed her and carried her to his bed. He laid her down then adjusted her until he had her tied to the headboard. Cayla felt the bed shift under his weight as he climbed over her. His warm flesh slid over hers. His hard cock rested against her belly as he roughly kissed her lips. He gripped her ass and rubbed his body against hers in tune with the music. Her nipples tingled against his hard chest.
“Ah,” she sighed at the sensation.
Dex pulled away and fixed her with his intense eyes. “Do you trust me, Cayla?” he inquired just before the guy started singing about an angel.
She nodded, unable to speak from sensory overload.
Dex positioned the bare tip of his shaft at her opening. “This much?”
Cayla felt flutters throughout her entire body. The thought of having all of Dex was so damn arousing and terrifying. She’d figured she would have sex with condoms until she decided to have children; however, Dex was the most talented lover she’d ever had, and she wanted the full experience.
Dex’s face was an unreadable mask while he waited for her answer. Cayla nodded again, and his features warmed up with relief, happy that she trusted him. Dex pushed into her without hesitation. Her two previous orgasms made it easy for him to bury himself completely. They moaned in unison at the new sensations. Cayla pushed away the concern she was trying to ignore. The look of wonder on his face told her everything she needed to know. He’d never tried this before.
The way he drove into her in sync with the music drove her crazy. Cayla wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to touch his body. Sex with him was unreal. He’d mastered her body. Dex knew exactly where and how to touch her. Dex withdrew and turned Cayla onto her stomach. He peppered kisses across her back as he re-entered her from behind.
“Mmm.” Cayla moaned into the pillow. The different position gave her new and intense stimulation.
Dex arched her back more, pulling her ass a little higher into the air.
“Ready?” he asked while grabbing her hips.
Cayla didn’t have time to respond because he started pounding into her in tune with the singer saying “love you” continuously. Cayla screamed her rapture into the pillow. The tempo and his powerful thrusts were pleasures she didn’t want to end. The way his fingers dug into her damp skin heightened her experience. Her tied hands gripped the headboard bars as she screwed her eye shut. He felt so deep, reaching places she didn’t know existed. Cayla’s body tightened with another orgasm on the horizon.
“No!” she lamented when Dex pulled out.
“Get back on your back.” he ordered. “I want to watch you cum.”
Cayla felt a surge of relief when he untied her hands. She wasn’t in pain or uncomfortable, but she was longing to touch Dex. She happily followed his instructions. Dex smiled at her tenderly when her hands roamed over his abs, chest, and biceps before sliding around his neck and locking in his hair.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss. It was the kiss Cayla had been craving – one of his aggressive kisses that seared her soul. Dex broke the kiss long enough to place her ankles on his shoulders; he claimed her mouth and the rest of her at the same time, picking back up on the tempo of the song.
He attacked her body in the best way possible – bruising kisses and harder thrusts. It didn’t take her long to get back on the edge of an orgasm. Dex’s body was perfectly capable of getting her there, but this time it was his voice; the helpless way he moaned her name threw her over the edge. Dex followed shortly after her. He sighed contently and pulled her close.
“That was three,” he breathed as the song faded, and Cayla drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 19
Cayla awakened disoriented. It took a few seconds to pin down her location. Kalilah’s house. It took a little longer to remember she’s not the current occupant. Her face and body heated as her brain downloaded the memories of the night before.
“Oh, damn,” she whispered.
Cayla squirmed in the bed not able to decide if she should get up and run or slide under the covers and hope to disappear. She was equally aroused and embarrassed. Dex had done phenomenal things to her in a span of three songs, but that was after she showed up on his doorstep looking like a lost puppy then crying like a baby. Her self-sabotaging mind s
tarted to put a negative spin on the night.
This was supposed to be sex and fun. Last night was more of a relationship type of night. She was not supposed to cry on a fling’s shoulder then practically beg him to screw the bad memories away. She acted like a dependent fool. Cayla rushed into the bathroom before he could come back. She saw her clothes freshly laundered and folded on the counter and shrugged into them. She needed to get out of there and analyze her thoughts and actions.
Once dressed, Cayla peeked out of the bathroom. No sign of Dex. She could smell food cooking and knew exactly where he was located. If she did this right, she could escape without notice. She tiptoed out of the room and grabbed her belongings from the den. She had her hand on the doorknob and was seconds away from escape when he spoke.
“Planning on sneaking out without saying good morning or goodbye?” Shit. She didn’t have to turn around to know she’d encounter an irritated Dex.
She turned to face the deliciously half-naked frowning man. “Good morning,” she offered while trying to ignore his sex ruffled hair, stern gray eyes, and visible tattoo. If she didn’t leave soon, she would turn back into the embarrassing version of herself.
He folded his arms across his chest instead of returning the greeting. His displeased pout made him look yummier. Cayla ignored the zing of her hormones.
“I’m a catch, you know. I happen to be one of Houston’s most eligible bachelors.” He crossed to the table and picked up a plastic to-go container. “I would charge a customer at least twenty bucks for the breakfast I just spent part of my morning making you!”
“I-I can pay you the twenty dollars,” Cayla interjected.
Dex sighed deep while pinching the bridge of his nose. He put the container in a bag on top of other containers and gave it to her.
“Just go, Cayla.” He opened the door for her. “Drop the rest of the food off to Nick and Kalilah.”
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