Dex grabbed the knob with a shaky hand. He paused letting a moment of doubt wash over him. What if she’d reverted to the pricklier version of herself? If his fear became a reality, he would be crushed. He didn’t know how many more rejections he could take. Dex couldn’t let the possibility stay in his head. He focused on the positive and twisted the knob. He released a breath when the door opened without hesitation.
The living room’s lights were dim and soft music played in the background. Dex took a tentative step inside while inhaling the lavender hanging in the air. It helped calm his nerves, but Cayla’s sudden appearance ramped him up in a completely different way. She’d honored his request. Dex dropped the bag next to the door and turned to lock it. His heart his pumped into overdrive and he feared he’d pass out if he didn’t have her soon.
“Hel- “
Her greeting died on her lips when Dex crushed his mouth against hers. He loved kissing her, but he couldn’t be gentle and explore like he wanted. He sucked her soft bottom lip into his mouth coaxing a sexy moan out of her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth mid-moan and he was lost in her. She tasted and felt too fucking good to go slowly. The memories of what her mouth did to him earlier made his dick throb in his pants. He had to have her now. Dex remembered asking her about such a scenario. Have you ever been with a guy who was so hot for you that he couldn’t wait to have you? The moment you’re alone, he bends you over the first available surface then fucks you until you fall apart in his arms… He’d known then she hadn’t experienced it, and now she was about to have a front row seat.
Not one to waste time, Dex spun her around and bent her over the couch. His pants and underwear became one with his ankles and he aligned his cock with her entrance before she was fully aware of the shift. Dex pushed into her with the urgency of a man who’d waited his entire life to have her. Dex growled his satisfaction. She was wet and oh-so-fucking tight. Having her was great but having her raw was phenomenal. He knew he wanted a relationship with Cayla, and he’d silently prayed she would be the one. However, he didn’t expect that he would be so love drunk that he’d request to have her bare. Now that he’d shared the ultimate pleasure with her, he couldn’t get himself to go back.
Dex’s body pinged with sexual energy with each thrust. He reveled in the delicate arch of her back and delicious bounce of her ass. She droves him crazy. Every time she made him cum, he immediately wanted more of her. She was like a fever he couldn’t break. His fingers dug into her hips and hers dug into the couch. Their eyes met over her shoulder, and he wanted to give her everything she’d ever desired. Right then, the only thing he cared to give her was a powerful orgasm. She was close. Her already tight channel squeezed him deliciously.
He saw stars but pushed them away. Cayla needed to come hard before he did. Dex snaked his hand around her waist and rested his fingers on her swollen clit. He couldn’t wait to feast on her again, but it wasn’t the time for his tongue to play along. Dex ran his fingers lower to gather some of the juices from their fucking and spread them on her clit. He’d rubbed her with the same urgency of his strokes, fueled by her whimpers. He didn’t let up or relent. He only had one speed, one setting. Cayla’s golden skin flushed red and her head fell forward. If he was too rough, he’d vowed to spend the rest of the night worshipping her pussy. Her orgasm had hit him like lightening and zapped his out of his body. He pumped jerkily until he’d shot every drop into her. It was always so damn good with her.
Dex remained cocooned inside of her until it was physically impossible. His sigh fell between relief and loss. He could never get enough of her. Their relationship status may have been unknown, but he’d hoped to get a lot more of that Cayla. Their future depended on her choices, and he’d prayed she’d choose him.
Cayla snuggled up in bed against Dex’s body. He was sexy, warm, and hard all over. Her body tingled as she relived the last twenty minutes. She’d been a nervous wreck second-guessing herself and her decision to wait for him. What if he didn’t show? What if he was still mad or just plain forgot? She’d suffered through a glass of wine to calm herself down. Eight oh-two. He hadn’t showed, and she was on the verge of feeling stupid when he walked into her home with a hot and edgy look on his face. Dex’s t-shirt clung to him in the most delicious ways and his erection was visibly outlined in his joggers. Cayla was instantly wet. She never got tired of seeing his aroused body.
Dex’s looked at for three seconds or less before turning away. She’d been disappointed about his reaction to seeing her until her words were swallowed by his mouth. Blitz attack is an understatement. Dex had bent her over the couch and was thrusting inside of her before she could figure out what was happening. He’d told her months ago that she needed to experience it, and the reality far outshone the theory. It was fast, hard, and rough – she loved every minute of it. It was urgent and possessive and, fuck, she liked being claimed. He’d pounded her so hard… she squirmed at the thought.
Dex’s chest rumbled with a soft chuckle under her ear. “Are you still hungry for me, Cay?”
Cayla nodded and buried her face in his chest, suddenly shy. After sex, she’d gone into the bathroom to clean herself up; she’d left the garter and stocking on per his request. When she emerged from the bathroom, she’d found him in her bed completely nude.
Dex tilted her head back and looked her in the eyes. “No need to be shy.” His eyes darkened in the dim light. “I still want you, too.”
He kissed her gently before retreating. “But first, why are you off so long? Vacation?”
Cayla stiffened, she didn’t want work ruining the moment. “Something like that. I don’t want to talk about work.”
Dex kissed her again. “Fine, why did you choose the IT field?”
Cayla considered her answer. “Money. I like it, but I don’t love it like Nick. I picked a field that would expand and pay well.”
“Very practical. What’s your passion?” The question threw her for a loop. She’d always thought in terms of what needed to be done and not in what she wanted to do.
“Honestly? No clue. I’d made a plan and stuck to it. I didn’t experiment to find out what I would like.”
“I didn’t experiment to find cooking. Some things just call to you. Nothing has tried to get your attention?”
Cayla thought about it for a moment. Has there been anything she found herself focusing on more than others.
“I guess that would be fashion. I like all things girly. When Kalilah or my mom doesn’t feel like shopping, they tag me in.” She chuckled. “I love creating looks for them.” Cayla felt a zing of excitement thinking about color palettes, skin tones, and designers.
“See?” Dex laughed. “I knew there had to be something you were passionate about.”
“I guess you’re right. What turns you on about cooking?”
Dex’s big hands rubbed her back as he speaks. “You turn me on. I enjoy cooking,” he corrected. “It’s been the thing that calls to me since I was a child. Like sex, it allows you to get all your senses involved to create an experience. I like creating treats that puts smiles on people’s faces. I call it a creative science.”
“So, it has rules and possibilities.”
“Yeah, you can say that. There are things you must know to make certain meals great, but you still have the full range of your imagination. I tried to go the business route, but I switched my focus to culinary arts and never looked back.”
“I’m glad you did because your food is amazing.”
That earned her a lingering kiss. Cayla deepened it by rubbing the tip of her tongue between his lips. Dex responded with a growl. He tangled his tongue with hers while taking a hearty squeeze of her ass. Cayla’ body heated up more, ready to take him on again. All he needed to do was…Dex broke the kiss and flipped her onto her side and pulled her to his chest. His erection poked her in her lower back, but he locked her in place with a strong arm around her abdomen.
“Behave, I’m trying to have a c
onversation,” he growled near her ear. “What’s your deal with pink?”
Cayla laughs. “My deal is that I love it.”
“I’ve noticed,” Dex grumbled, “but why?” He pressed when Cayla shrugged. “Don’t do that. You know why.”
“Because,” she breathed a sigh, “it’s the official color of femininity, in my opinion. It has nothing to do with that blue for boy or pink for girl bullshit. I like it for its versatility. It can be soft, gentle, and flirty or bold and badass. Just depends on the shade. Also, and very important, it’s wonderful with my skin tone.”
Dex gripped her tighter and kissed her hair. “You’re beautiful, Cayla. Everything looks good on you.”
Oh damn. The butterflies partied in her belly, and her heart provided the kickdrum. Such a simple statement made her happy that she was not facing him because he would’ve seen her blush three shades redder. Dex had this crazy power over her, and it was scary as shit. They’d done kinky shit together yet him calling her beautiful had her blushing like a virginal teenager.
He probably was the popular guy everyone one wanted. At least he was according to Nick. She wasn’t. Kalilah was the popular one. Cayla had her core group of acquaintances from her extracurricular activities because she was ambitious for real friends which is why Kalilah had to share Natalia. It didn’t matter because they were one hell of a trio.
“What do you like to do for fun?” He moved on seemingly unaware of her mental dialogue.
“Um…happy hour, Pinterest, and shopping.”
“Your ideal date would be shopping then showing each other your Pinterest boards during happy hour?”
Cayla laughed at the ridiculous scene Dex painted. The thought of Dex trying on clothes and getting her opinion, carrying bags while window shopping in the mall, and waving his pins in her face over drinks was hilarious. Then she realized she’d inserted him into the imaginary date. He didn’t say a date with him; he said in general.
“No.”
“Then what do you like to do for fun? What did you do with your last boyfriend?”
The truth was she didn’t know. She’d focused more on career than fun. It irritated her that she didn’t have an answer to such a simple question. Plus, her last boyfriend had been a complete ass who only wanted her naked just to bore her in bed. He didn’t try to do anything with her. Embarrassment settled in her chest and embarrassment made her defensive.
“What the hell, Dex. Is this some kind of interrogation? We’re supposed to be having sex…”
“You were the one mad that I’d never tried to get to know you. Your words not mine,” Dex responded getting defensive. He rolled away from her onto his back. “Now that I’m trying to get to know you, you don’t like it?”
“We agreed to sex, Dex,” Cayla said turning around.
“WE didn’t agree to anything. You have all these crazy rules in your head that you’re not sharing with me.”
“Now, I’m crazy?”
Dex sighed deep and rolled out of bed. “I’m out.”
Cayla was almost okay with letting him go. It would allow her time to think without his nearness constantly arousing her. He looked back at her like he had words hanging on his lips, but he shook the thought away and marched towards the living room. It was then when she heard him mumble.
“You promised.”
Those two words crushed her irritation. She’d promised not to be the irrational hot head she’d just turned into. Her fear and embarrassment made her push Dex away for no good reason. Again. She rushed to the living room before he could leave. Relief flushed her when she realized he hadn’t finished dressing yet. He was still in his boxer briefs.
“I don’t know,” she blurted out.
He looked at her confused. Irritation still coloring his eyes. “What?”
“I don’t know what I would do for fun. Never had the chance to figure it out. I was too busy focusing on my ambitions. I didn’t have any real friends and the only boyfriend I’d had didn’t care enough to help me figure it out.” She took a deep breath and met his eyes. “He wasn’t very adventurous. After he took my virginity, the only thing he wanted to do was have sex. Trying new things were out of the question in and out of bed. Hell, he didn’t even want me to touch myself during sex.”
Dex stared at her, his face was an unreadable mask. His lack of a response concerned her. Cayla had just shared part of her soul, she need him to say something, anything. She hugged herself to keep from running away.
“Then, he left me because I was boring.” She stared at her feet allowing the shame of it all wash over her.
Cayla’s heart stopped when he touched her. She didn’t hear him move. Didn’t see him approach. But, he was there cupping her face with gentle hands. Relief replaced her shame, but the tender look in his eyes broke her down on a level she didn’t understand. She fought back the tears that threatened to escape. She could not cry in front of him two days in a row. Right?
Dex kissed her with heartbreaking kindness. Two tears escaped before she could stop them. He wiped them with the pads of his thumbs then kissed her forehead, her nose, and her lips. He studied her with a clarity she’d never realized he possessed. Sharp, gray, soul-reading eyes assessed her as if she were speaking.
“You are not boring,” he stated softly.
Dex picked her up and carried her back to her bed like it was their wedding night. He placed her in the middle of her bed, and her heart rejoiced when he joined her.
“You are not boring,” he repeated while settling on his haunches between her open legs. Each statement accompanied an action.
“You are smart.” He removed her left stocking and tossed it on the ground.
“You are witty.” The left one followed.
“You are stubborn.” The garter disappeared, leaving her completely nude.
“You are sexy as hell.” His boxer briefs had hit the floor.
Dex was naked again, and deliciously hard. His cock jutted out from his body. His desire glistened on his tip and she was hit with the memory of having him in her mouth. Her mouth watered just thinking about his taste and the way it felt to have him come apart in her mouth. She felt womanly and powerful. Cayla was so hot for him, she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to reach her peak.
Soft moans filled the room when Dex leisurely stroked himself while staring at his target. It was easy to see how wet she was for him. Cayla forced herself not to squirm; she knew better not to rush Dex when he looked at her like that – all heat and mischief.
“The thought of you makes me so fucking hard it drives me crazy, Cayla.” He tapped his head against her clit. They both felt jolts of awareness. She wanted to beg him to do it again but refrained. Lips taut, he rubbed his tip up and down her slit then made lazy circles. Cayla’s whole body tingled with pleasure.
“Oh, Dex.” She needed him inside of her before her desire for him burned her alive.
Dex paused, his expression was pensive. “If you’ve only had one lame ass boyfriend, how were you able to pull off your office visit today?”
Cayla fought her blush. “I took the college approach.”
“And that is?” His eyebrow had inched up. His continuation of his lazy circles made Cayla far more forthcoming with the truth.
“I often find it’s easier to master the final exam when you have a damn good study guide.”
The words sunk in and turned Dex’s eyes slate. He took her body without a word. They both hissed at the intense pleasure. His thrusts were almost as punishing as they’d been when he’d bent her over the couch. His palms pressed against her inner thighs, pushing them as far apart as physically possible. Cayla screamed when he leaned forward flattening their torsos together. Each thrust had rubbed against her clit fantastically. His big hand grabbed her head and pushed it to the side. His mouth attacked her neck licking, sucking, and biting until she screamed his name.
“You used my replica to practice giving me a blowjob?” He changed his thrust and sta
rted rocking his hips. Cayla felt electrified.
“Yes!” Cayla huffed her response.
“Did practicing make this tight little pussy of yours wet?” he growled against her ear.
“So wet,” she confirmed between gasps.
Dex’s hips started to swivel rubbing her deep inside. Cayla bucked against him, her nails digging into his back.
“Did you make yourself cum after?” His rapid-fire questions made them both hotter. She could tell by the way he breathed, gripped her, and kissed her that every affirmative answer she gave him drove him madder with lust.
“Yes. So hard,” she managed.
Dex growled again and pushed himself up to look at her. Damn, he was beautiful. They were trapped in an intense stare down. Hazel eyes clashed with gray. If it were a staring contest, Dex would have won because Cayla could not handle the intensity. She shifted her vision to admire him. His blond waves were messy from sex; his muscles were tight and activated; the tattoo popped out on his damp skin. He made a breathtaking view, and he was all hers – for the moment. She’d quickly amended. She could have seen his wheels spinning; he wasn’t done with his questions.
“Your mouth was a virgin before it met my dick.” The awe his voice told her it was more of a revelation than a question, but she confirmed it anyway.
“Yes. Yours is the first and only to ever enter my mouth.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he speared her mouth with his tongue. He kissed her deep and dirty. Cayla clung to him, getting everything she could out of the kiss. She wrapped her legs around him, and he stretched his torso over hers again. His strong fingers slipped between hers and amplified the intimacy of their moment. The kiss ended with them gasping for air.
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