by Marie Harte
His dreams of her sucking him off had never come close to the reality. Especially because she’d closed her eyes and was making soft noises while she pleasured him. She looked enraptured, as into the scene as he was, and her honest desire made everything so much better.
“I’m gonna come, baby. You might want to pull back…” he tried to warn her.
Maya clenched his ass and gagged herself on him, taking him to the back of her throat. Then she did something with her tongue and teeth that shot him over the edge.
“Fuck,” he swore as he came, unable to hold back. He pumped a few times, releasing so hard he feared he’d pass out.
When he could function again, Maya finished swallowing him, pulled away and stood. She stroked his chest and arms, then drew his face down for a kiss. He eased into her, bemused at her tenderness. Then, because he had to, he assumed control of the embrace and pulled her into his arms.
He didn’t move away until they were both gasping for air. And damn if she hadn’t gotten him half-hard again. “You rock my world, Maya Werner.”
She smiled, and the beauty in her joy was contagious. “You’re not so bad yourself, Dexter Black.”
“But we’re not done.” He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, then pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “Not yet. Time to put you through your paces, hmm? Give you some real Dex lovin’.”
She bit her lower lip, and he wanted her to suck him off all over again. She had the plumpest, ripest mouth. “Just what do you have in mind, studly?”
Maya laid naked, spread-eagle on his king-size bed, her wrists tied above her head, her legs wide because she’d been ordered to keep them that way.
Dex knelt between her thighs with a look of concentration. He’d always worn that look when engaged in something geeky back in high school. But now, his focus remained on her, and geeky didn’t come close to describing the sexy, handsome giant playing her body like an instrument.
“You have a big cock,” she teased, breathless and wanting him the same.
Dex looked cool and in control. Only his erection confirmed he felt anything lusty toward her at the moment.
“Yeah, and it’s hard for you. I’ve got stamina, be warned.” He gave her a mean smile, and she shivered. “I know we need condoms, and I’m okay with that for now. But I want you to know I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long while and I always use protection.”
“Um, right. Me too.”
“Good.” His smile widened. “So then if we’re both clean, and we’re only using the condoms to prevent any Dex Juniors from arriving nine months from now, then I shouldn’t need to wear one when I’m buried up your ass, should I?”
“What?” The word came out in an embarrassing squeak. She tugged at her bonds. The tight restraints reinforced her helplessness. And fuelled her lust.
“You can’t go anywhere unless I let you go. And I’m not planning on doing that anytime soon. This is for your own good, Maya.”
“You bully.”
He shook his head, a playful glint in his gaze. “We both know you need a strong man to take you in hand. Time to show you I’m the guy you’ve been waiting for.”
So arrogant, yet that confidence captivated her. Best not to be too easy about it though. She tossed her head on the pillow. “Yeah? Prove it.”
“I’m not gonna wear a condom,” he reminded her.
“We’ll see if you’re worth it,” she caged, not committing to a yes or no.
He smiled. “I’ll have you begging.”
If only… How long had it been since Maya had been more than just pleased by a lover? Already with Dex she’d been out of her mind with desire. If he could continue his stellar record, she’d almost want to marry him—if she were the marrying kind, which she wasn’t.
“Bring it, Poindexter.”
He stunned her by slapping her pussy. The slight sting should have hurt, but it didn’t. The sudden smack shot heat through her core. “You’re a brat. But then, you always have been.” He slapped her twice more, short, firm pressure over her bursting clit that stung but didn’t cause lasting pain. The shocking pleasure confused her.
“Dex?”
He tapped her again, and she bucked off the bed. “I knew you’d be into this.” He kissed her before she could ask him what he meant. A hard, punishing kiss that ended with a bite on her lip.
“You bit me.” Dexter Black was into all kinds of kink, apparently. She blinked up at him, stunned and turned on anew.
“Because I own you.” He scooted up her body, straddled her neck and angled his cock at her lips. “Suck me. Now.”
She opened her mouth, loving the commanding side of the normally mellow guy.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
She let him thrust deeper, pumping inside her. Sometimes he stole her breath, and sometimes he withdrew until only the tip of his cockhead stayed between her lips.
“Enough,” he said, his voice thick. He pulled back before lowering himself over her mouth again. “Now suck my balls.”
Kinky bastard, was all she could think as she laved him with loving attention, noting the hard knots signaling his rise toward climax.
“Jesus, I love your mouth.”
She sucked one ball into her mouth and he jerked. He left her and scooted down her body again. While he trailed his mouth from her neck to her breasts, he continued to pet her. Soothing her with easy strokes of his rough hands. Then the sexual dictator gave no warning. He bit one nipple while pinching the other hard enough to hurt.
She arched into the pain even as he relented by sucking the sting away from first one breast, then the other. Then he did it again, nipping and pinching before kissing her all better.
The fire between her legs roared, her need for him increasing in urgency. “Dex, in me. Now.”
“Not yet. Not until you’re so wet for me you can’t stand it.”
“I’m wet now.”
“Are you?” He scooted down her body and shoved a finger inside her. “A little bit.”
Was he crazy? She felt super slick.
Then his mouth found her clit, and she moaned his name as he licked and sucked her while playing with her until she wanted to scream. He’d bring her close, then back off. Then take her to the edge of orgasm before easing away again.
“Dex, fuck me already.”
He rose over her to blanket her body, his so much larger. Leaning over her, he stared into her eyes. “Don’t you get it? You don’t give the orders here. I do.” He shook his head. “Guess I need to remind you I’m in charge.”
He kissed her—soft and easy—and she found herself surrendering into his keeping. Especially when he nudged his cock against her clit. He rocked against her a few times, and she thought she was ready for him.
But when he thrust the whole of him inside her in one great big push, she felt too full, invaded, stretched.
“Shit. So good,” he rasped as he fucked her. Nothing gentle or easy about him now, but a rough taking that brought her to orgasm in an instant.
She cried his name as she clamped around him. The belated thought he hadn’t worn a condom penetrated, but by then he’d already withdrawn.
He reached past her to his nightstand and knelt between her legs. She roused enough to see him drizzling lube over his cock. “Time to take that fine ass,” he rumbled, and she nodded, caught under his spell. “Open for me.”
She spread her legs wider, letting him prop her hips up on a pillow. He liberally coated a finger with lube and pushed it inside her ass. Watching her while he played with her, he kept asking how she felt, if it was too much or not enough.
After some time, she admitted, “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” stunned to experience such pleasure and fullness when before she’d felt nothing but discomfort. Her short forays into anal sex had not been fun.
But this… She felt as if she’d fallen into an adult three-ring circus with Dex playing ringmaster.
“I need you. Gotta have you.” He sounded guttural, and the intensity on his face shook her.
Had she ever been watched with such hunger, such lust? Had anyone ever taken such care with her before? For all that he’d been rough and aggressive, he continued to study how she felt. He asked her questions, watched her, and now as he readied to put himself inside her ass, he moved slowly, with deliberate intent to take and give pleasure.
“In me, Dex. Please,” she whispered, staring into his dark eyes.
He didn’t smile or laugh as he withdrew and positioned himself. Even slick, his cock was much larger than his finger. He moved slowly, easing into her.
“Relax. Take me in, baby,” he said, moving in increments. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Let me…yeah.” He continued to move inside her, patiently stopping to allow her to adjust, until all of him penetrated.
She’d never had anal sex while facing her partner, and having him watch her while he buried himself deep was off-putting—because it felt more intimate than she could have imagined.
“I want all of you, Maya.” He pulled out a fraction then surged deeper. Watching her while he fucked her, he thrust the whole of himself in and out of her, taking care with slow, thorough movements.
His arms and chest looked huge while he braced himself above her. His stomach muscles contracted with each pass, and she glanced down, seeing where he ended and she began. Connected together.
“I have to move faster,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking hot.” Dex increased his pace. The fullness felt so right, and his looming orgasm spurred her toward another. While he continued to pump inside her, he moved a hand between them to rub her clit.
She jolted, sending him deeper inside her. They both moaned before she confessed, “I’m close, Dex.”
He closed his eyes, then opened them, the naked lust in his expression overwhelming. “Come with me, Maya. Be with me.”
He rubbed harder, and when she tensed in climax, he let her go to pound inside her until he too jerked and came. He said her name as he spent, and his expression verged on primal. She wanted to capture him on film, to see him like that again. And again. And maybe once more…
When he finally started to soften, he gently withdrew. He left the bed and returned to clean her up. After taking care of her, he removed her restraints and tucked her into his body, curling around her like a giant purring tiger.
They lay with each other, not speaking, just breathing and trying to adjust to the pleasure still making them weak.
Then Dex, being Dex, had to say, “For the record, this wasn’t a date.”
She wished she had the energy to laugh. He’d thoroughly worn her out. “What would you call it?”
“A little piece of heaven.” He sighed and hugged her tight. “Give me a half hour and we’ll go again.”
“Seriously?” She wanted to nap and not wake up until next week.
“Please. We have yet to do some reverse cowgirl or even sixty-nine. I have standards, woman.”
She let out a sigh. “The things I do for lust.”
“You’re damn straight.”
Chapter Eight
“So.” Ann stared at Maya that evening as they sat on Riley’s couch. Whine and Wine night had apparently gone by the wayside in favor of Let’s Make Maya Uncomfortable night.
“So,” Riley mimicked Ann’s tone. “Seems to me like you were walking funny when you came in.”
Maya tried to hide behind her hands.
Riley pulled them away. “He used and abused you, didn’t he? That dirty Dex.”
“You’re such a whore,” Ann said in that sweet voice that always sounded hilarious when used with coarse language.
“I know.” Maya wanted to sound more dejected, but her chipper answer spoke volumes.
“Ah-ha!” Riley smiled. “I knew it. You like him.”
“Yep, she does.” Great. Ann knew. Now she’d tell Jack.
“You can’t tell Jack,” Maya warned. “He’ll tell Dex and Anson.”
Riley exchanged a glance with Ann. “Um, Maya? I think Dex already knows you like him. Otherwise, why would you now be bowlegged?”
“Shut up.” She groaned. “That man seriously rang my bell. How the hell am I going to get back at him now? He has all the power.” And part of her loved that about him.
“You aren’t seriously still stuck on our stupid revenge pledge, are you?” Ann shook her head. “We’re striving to be mature women here. Not high school girls with a bug up our collective asses.”
“Ouch.” Riley grimaced. “That hurt.”
“Dex is a sweetheart who seriously likes you,” Ann continued. “Go with it. You could—and have—done much worse.”
“True, you have,” Riley agreed. “Remember Dan? Mike? How about Frank? Ugh. What a loser.”
“He had a nice car.”
“You mean his mom had a nice car she let him drive,” Riley corrected.
Ann nodded. “Oh, right. Frank. Big dick, but a momma’s boy.”
Riley cringed. “Ew. Don’t say dick and momma in the same sentence. That’s just wrong.”
“My point,” Ann interrupted, “is that Dex is the first decent guy you’ve dated in a long time.”
“Not dating. Just having sex with,” Maya felt the need to correct. “We’re not dating…exactly. Blackmail, remember?”
“Whatever you call it,” Riley said. “It’s working. Don’t screw it up. He seems to tolerate your moods and actually likes you for more than your breasts.”
Maya frowned, ignoring the breasts remark. Though she did concede that she had a nice set. “It’s funny, but there hasn’t been that much awfulness to tolerate. I don’t think I’ve been in a bad mood with him. Weird.”
“Not weird. He makes you happy. You’ve been smiling more since Dex has been around than you have this past decade,” Ann said drily. “Go with it. What can being with Dex hurt?”
“Um, hello? Any of you met my father? The man with the broken heart who hasn’t moved on in thirty years? Werners aren’t lucky when it comes to love.”
“You’re still using your dad as an excuse? How lame.” Riley snorted. “Even for you that’s stretching things. You like Dex. Don’t be such a wuss. Bitch up.” One of Ann’s more colorful phrases, which Riley seemed to have adopted. “You don’t have to marry him, for God’s sake. Enjoying the man’s company isn’t wrong, and it just might help you get that closure you think you still need.”
“And you don’t?”
“Anson is a different thing entirely.” Riley looked at Ann, who nodded her support. “He’s a competitive asshole who needs to be kicked down a peg or ten. Dex is nice, studly, and according to you, killer-good in bed. What’s not to like?”
“He could break my heart.” A pitiful defense, but it was all she had left. Dex was too charming and amazing in bed to resist.
Riley moved closer and pulled Maya into a hug—then shifted her around and turned it into a headlock.
“Ow, damn it.”
Riley increased the pressure around Maya’s neck while Ann laughed. “If he breaks your heart, we’ll break him. Right, Ann?”
“Right. I’ll make Jack tear off his arms and legs, then we’ll shove them down his throat.”
Maya rasped, “Aren’t you a little too bloodthirsty to be teaching second grade?” She coughed when Riley laughed and tightened her hold. “Riley, get off.”
“I will, but only if you tell us all about Dex’s antics in bed. Some of us only have gingerbread men in our lives, you know?”
Finally, the woman eased up. Maya shoved her arm away. “Just for that, I’m not going to sugarcoat his skills to make you feel any better.”
“Bitch.” Riley groaned. “Tell us.”
> “You asked for it. He’s amazing in bed. Kinky, dominating, and way more than six inches. His mother should have named him Studly McCocks-A-Lot, because he’s never tired.”
“I think I hate you,” Riley muttered.
“Me too. And I have Jack.” Ann tried to look sad, then blew it by laughing. “How about his O face? Hot or not?”
Maya frowned. Yep, even in orgasm, the man was smokin’. “Totally hot. Do you know how hard it is to find something I don’t like about the guy? I have to make shit up. That’s downright annoying.”
“Well, if you need a list of bad traits to look for, I could list a bunch of Anson’s for you,” Riley offered. “Some of it’s bound to be genetic.”
Ann nodded. “Sounds good. Then I’ll tell you how aggravating Jack can be when he, ah… Well, he stacks his clean socks and leaves them on the dresser for longer than I’d like. Although he does put them away before bed. But we’re only newly sleeping at each other’s places, so he might get neater and more annoying.” At Riley’s look, she nodded. “I’m sure he will.”
“I hate you too,” Riley said.
Maya grinned with Ann, feeling a kinship with the petite redhead. They had found happiness with their…men. God, Dex feels like my man. When the hell did that happen?
“…Riley. Get Anson off your chest,” Ann was saying.
Which was likely where the guy wanted to be—on or near Riley’s chest. Anson might not like her, but even Maya could see the way the guy lusted after Riley’s body.
Thinking about lust reminded her of Dex, and despite trying to keep her thoughts and emotions centered around her friends, she wondered what her tall goofy photographer was up to—unable to stop herself from wishing he sat next to her right now.
Friday night they had their third date at a game center that normally catered to kids. Adults gathered too, so Dex didn’t feel too out of place. There were some arcade games, bowling, an outdoor batting cage, go-karts and miniature golf—the sport Maya had chosen to “wipe the floor” with him. The night had been going well until he suggested they up their stakes from bragging rights to sexual favors. He couldn’t help it. His competitive nature insisted he up the ante, especially since he’d been beating her all night long. After losing to him a second time, Maya called him a few choice names and took a soda break.