Keeping Secrets

by Lisa Eugene

  His long, dexterous fingers massaged my breasts, the sensual touch causing a low throb in my clit. My folds grew slick, humming with a palpable ache.

  “Look at them. See how beautiful they are. See how much I enjoy touching you. Look at how excited you make me.”

  I squeezed my eyes tighter and shook my head, not wanting to leave the sanctuary behind my lids.

  “Look, Stats,” he grated. “See how beautiful you are.”

  Dex’s fingers were rougher now. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Squeezed. I cried out as pleasure streaked a blazing line to my pussy, soaked my underwear.

  “Fuck, yes…” he moaned. “Do you like that?”

  I nodded vigorously. Folding in my lips, I trapped the sounds that wanted to explode from my throat when he did it again. I never knew I could gain so much pleasure from my breasts. My hips undulated on the bed, my channel squeezing tight around emptiness.

  “Tell me. Do you like when I play with your gorgeous breasts?”

  I shivered out a “yes” that sounded more like a broken sigh.

  “Open your eyes and see how hard you make my fucking cock.”

  Inarticulate sounds rushed from my throat. I glanced down to see his darker fingers on my pale skin. I didn’t want to look, but I saw what it was doing to him and desire singed my flesh. If possible, his shaft seemed to grow even thicker with his words. He was breathing harder now, his ass clenched tight and his cock immense.

  A grunt tore from his throat as he fisted his shaft and dragged a hard stroke from root to tip, causing clear beads of pre-cum to gather on the swollen crest and escape down his length. Stepping closer, he rubbed the wet head around a taut nipple, smearing it generously. He did the same to the other nipple and it glistened beautifully in the light. Then he lowered his head and captured the peak deep in his mouth, sucking it hard and licking away his essence before he tugged the nipple roughly between his teeth.

  “Oh my God!” I wanted to toss my head back, but couldn’t tear my gaze away from his mouth and tongue feasting greedily on me. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Dex, please. I need you…” I implored, desperate for relief.

  He stepped away to grab a condom from his night table while I reached under my skirt and peeled my panties down my legs. Finished, he turned back to me. An irreverent smirk lifted his lips when he saw I was still wearing my skirt.

  “For the sake of that skirt, it should be removed, or I can’t guarantee it’ll be in one piece when I’m done.”

  His words made me laugh, but as he started to slide it down my hips, I wondered if he’d been serious. He pulled it off and my gaze hit the ceiling. This was the most exposed I’d ever been to another human being. I couldn’t believe I was naked in front of him.

  Oh, God!

  My breath came fast as I tried to blow away the angst sneaking in. God, I was twenty-four and I wasn’t a virgin, this wasn’t even our first time, but I felt like it was. I’d never been touched like this, loved like this, been so bared like this. Not just bared in a physical sense, but stripped to the authenticity of pure, raw emotion and forced to confront a sexuality I didn’t even know existed. He was asking a lot of me and I desperately wanted to give him what he needed. It was important not just for him, but for me, to wage these internal wars with myself. I could only hope that I’d emerge the victor.

  I’d never experienced such overwhelming need, such basic desire. Dex didn’t allow me much time in my head, thank God. His fingers were between my parted legs, kneading the inside of my thighs. I heard another “beautiful” fall from his lips and I tried to let that word sink in, tried to stir it into the wonderful sensation of his hands on my body, tried to see myself through his eyes.

  His thumb followed the wet slit of my pussy and soon he was strumming my clit fast with the pad of his finger. My back bowed off the bed as pleasure sizzled in my groin, creating a strong wave of contractions in my pussy. I moaned encouragement and rejoiced when I felt his weight on me. He bumped our foreheads, his chest heaving.

  “Look at me,” he whispered. I tore my gaze from the white ceiling. “Look at me as I fuck you.”

  His body was deliciously heavy and solid. We were so close, his breath blew into my face, becoming my own. I inhaled deeply, trapping his scent in my lungs, then shuddered and opened wider when he positioned his tip at my entrance.

  “Stats…” Dex pushed a long moan into my mouth as his broad head stretched my opening. His shaft filled me with one deep, powerful stroke.

  The sensation was so earth-shattering that it wrenched a high cry from my throat. Slashing his lips over mine, he set an urgent pace and my hips lifted to meet his, to accept all he was giving me.

  The slap of our bodies was loud in the room, mixed with the musical notes of our harsh breaths. Dex’s hands lovingly roamed over me. His fingers delved into my hair, feathered down my face, my ribs, and under my hips to cup my ass so he could grind deeper into me. He tapered his rhythm to agonizingly slow thrusts and withdrawals, killing me with every sizzling drag of pleasure.

  “Dex…yesss…yesss!” I was so close to orgasm that my body shuddered in small quakes, infusing a quiver even into my words.

  He reared up, bracing his big body on his palms. Looking down, his eyes were so deep and gray the color was almost metallic. Sweat dampened the edges of his hairline. It glazed his thick shoulders and arms, highlighting the definition of his amazing physique. His gaze slowly caressed my face then moved down my body to where we were joined. Then he seemed to lose it, his lids falling briefly before he pelted out a curse.

  “So goddamn hot. You look fucking amazing, Stats,” he hissed. His dimple slashed deep in his cheek and his lips thinned. Sitting up quickly, he brought my knees forward, tucking them against my sides. I was curled up tight with my ass lifted off the bed, but the position allowed for a deeper penetration. And Dex was relentless, his hips hammering fast in a furious assault, his big balls slapping my ass. He fucked me hard, making my body slide up the mattress, and I fisted the sheets, my arms wide as I sought purchase.

  His breaths rushed to my ear. “Ah, fuck! Fuck! Beautiful. So. Damn. Good.”

  I panted. Harsh. Desperate. Deep spasms detonated one after the other in my core, and my channel squeezed tight around his driving shaft. White-hot pleasure rocked me hard. My nails dug semi-circles into his arms. I was mere seconds from coming and my body lunged toward release. With a decidedly wicked grin, he pulled out and glided his swollen glans slowly through my drenched folds. His smooth ridges nudged my clit to a maddening fullness. He pulled back just as I keened, keeping me clawing at the edge of sweet oblivion.

  He rubbed back and forth, then with a rough growl, plunged his cock inside me, sinking deep before resuming a punishing pace. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The friction was amazing, the pleasure almost intolerable. I was a live wire of pure sensation.

  “Oh, God! Oh, I-I…God! Dex—I—I—” I rocked my head back and forth, eyes wide with wonder, almost fearful of the pleasure forcing me to fly apart. I panted, strands of damp hair sticking to my face. Tears squeezed from my eyes.

  His thumb grazed over my clit, a light pressure in contrast to his deep thrusts.

  “Come for me, beautiful,” he moaned.

  My pussy clamped down around his pounding cock as orgasm wrung every last drop of bliss from my body. My release thundered through me in an endless wave of blinding white light. I was breathing so roughly that my ribs hurt, gasping so hard that I must’ve sounded as though I was drowning.

  Suddenly his body tensed, his gaze still glued to my face. His eyes were bottomless, yet filled to overflowing with emotion. His cock thickened, jerking hard inside me. I watched his mouth fall open, his beautiful face twisting in agonized ecstasy. With a rough grunt, he shuddered over and over again, his powerful shoulders bunching, his gaze never leaving mine. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything more stunning.

  H
e collapsed on top of me, the heavy thump of his heart beating into my chest. Raking a hand through his hair, he fisted his waves, and poured out a long breath.

  “Holy shit, Stats! You make me crazy.” He rolled next to me onto his side. “I have no control with you.”

  I turned and faced him, unable to help my huge grin. “Must be all that rhythm and horniness.”

  His palm caressed my cheek. “I think it’s just you.”

  I felt my cheeks heat before he leaned in and claimed my lips.

  “You okay? I’m sorry if I was a little rough.” He frowned.

  I wanted to tell him how amazing that felt, how it had never been like that before, but my tongue suddenly felt thick in my mouth. I nodded, but his eyes searched my face. He seemed to believe me and brushed a kiss on my forehead.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  My gaze followed as he hopped off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

  While he was gone, I tucked myself under the sheets, wanting to cover up before he got back. My legs were stiff and there was a delicious tenderness between my thighs, a sweet reminder of what Dex and I had just shared. I’d have marks tomorrow where his fingers had firmly gripped under my knees, where his hips had beat roughly against my inner thighs. Strangely, the thought warmed me.

  That was taking it slow? Oh my God. I grinned, amazed. How could I’ve inspired such passion?

  There were so many sides to Dex. I loved the playful, considerate man that he was, but I also really enjoyed the harsh intensity of his love making and his blunt, sexy words. He’d surprised me tonight—in so many wonderfully pleasurable ways.

  The door opened and he strolled back into the room. I had to bite my lip as I took in his chiseled body. God, would I ever get used to seeing him like this?

  Dex’s face lit up as if he just remembered something. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

  I gasped, smiling. “Happy Thanksgiving. I totally forgot.”

  He shimmied under the covers and lined me up against him, laughing as I twisted the sheets between our legs and cocooned us.

  “Well, we’ve been a little preoccupied.”

  “I suppose,” I nestled my head onto his chest. “What are you doing today?”

  He shrugged, then trailed a finger down my arm. “Getting work done. I have to prepare for a trip coming up.”

  “Seriously?” I frowned, resting my chin on his chest and peering up at him. “It’s Thanksgiving.”

  He laughed at my frown, but he didn’t sound like himself. I’d assumed he’d spend the holiday with Henry, but maybe that wasn’t the case. The thought of him alone in this huge apartment, on this major holiday, made my gut clench. The fact that he had no family made it clamp down even harder.

  “Come home with me.” The words were out before I’d fully analyzed them but I blocked out everything except the fact that I selfishly wanted to spend the day with him and I didn’t want him to be alone

  Dex shook his head. “Thanks for asking, but I have a lot to do. Besides, I’m used to spending the holidays by myself. Sometimes I hang with Henry, but he’s going to Tom’s parents this year. It’s no big deal.”

  I pouted, giving him a look I hoped would change his mind. I was already committed to this cause. If he agreed, though, I’d need to have a long talk with my parents before dinner.

  “C’mon, consider it an extension of our date.”

  “I don’t really do parties.”

  “I have a small family. It’s not a party. I’d love to spend more time with you.”

  He smiled, tweaking my nose. After a resigned sigh, he nodded and I grinned widely before pecking his cheek. His smile turned wolfish and he tugged me on top of him, growling playfully against my neck.

  “Since we’re extending our date, I have a few ideas on how we can pass the time.”

  I squirmed and giggled, trying to avoid his nibbling teeth, then sighed as his shaft grew hard against my abdomen.

  “Do any of these ideas involve sleep?” I asked. “It’s almost three a.m.”

  He did the most delectable thing with his bottom lip, where he only bit half of it while judiciously contemplating my question. His gray eyes twinkled. His dimple appeared. My heart forgot to beat.

  “Absolutely not.” He smiled slowly.

  I was okay with that.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Dex

  I obeyed the feminine voice of my nav ordering me to get off at Exit Twenty-six on the expressway. She was pretty pushy, in my opinion. I pictured her as a leather-clad dominatrix, snapping her whip while giving driving directions. Yeah, kinda sexy.

  I’d plugged in the address Alexa had given me before leaving the city and Nav predicted only eight minutes until I reached my destination. Alexa had taken the train in earlier, claiming she wanted to help her mother with the preparations. The plan was for me to come later, then I’d drive us both back into the city. I’d offered to drop her off, but she’d insisted on taking the train.

  If any other woman had invited me to Thanksgiving dinner where I’d be meeting her parents, I would’ve run away shrieking and flailing, erecting mental shrines to my bachelorhood, but Alexa had asked, and honestly, I found it difficult to deny her anything. She’d asked me to dinner to be polite, to spare me from suffering through the holiday all by myself.

  What she didn’t know was that I was okay with being alone. Holidays just served to pick at my memory like it was an old scab, on occasions causing it to bleed and fester, but it would always heal over in the end. I’d been wounded enough to know by now what pitfalls to avoid. I was a survivor, a healer. I’d had to be. There’d been so many people stolen from my life that I’d had no choice. Being alone was no big deal. In fact, I’d come to expect it. I spent most holidays working, treating the day like any other.

  Admittedly, I was curious about Alexa’s parents. She didn’t talk about them much, but they must be great folks to have raised such an amazing, driven daughter. I wondered how they felt about a total stranger showing up at their house for Thanksgiving.

  This morning, I’d walked in on Alexa on the phone with her mom. Their conversation had been obviously strained, her words clipped and laced with defiance. She’d smiled and insisted everything was fine, but tension had lined her face and twitched in her eyes.

  She’d described her mother as sweet, indulgently thoughtful, and her father simply as “intense”. I pulled my brows together, still wondering what the hell she’d meant by that.

  My mind shifted back to Alexa and our night together. A languid heat pumped through my system, touching all the places she filled inside me, places that long ago had grown cold and empty, hollowed by pain. Alexa had made me laugh again, dream again, and desire things fate would never allow me.

  I hoped saying goodbye to Jake would put her mind at rest. It was a necessary step in letting go. Facing our demons was the only way to slay them. I hated seeing her so distressed, this complex woman who sometimes baffled me. She was strong and tenacious, had no qualms going head-to-head with me on any argument, but at times I sensed a deep vulnerability, a quavering insecurity that made me wonder if I knew my best friend at all.

  Incredibly responsive in bed, she was everything I wanted. And although she enjoyed our passion, she was extremely shy and self-conscious about her body, unfavorably focused. Crazy, because she was sexy as hell and had a body made for loving: average size, perfectly proportioned, with generous curves that kept my cock constantly begging for more.

  All restraint was lost with her. She was an incredibly beautiful girl with naturally large breasts, full, with sexy, dark nipples. I felt my dick stir as I pictured her ass. She also had one of the nicest asses I’d ever seen, plump and round, great to hold on to while fucking. I’d bet she’d look damn hot in a pair of tight jeans.

  Shit, I had to squash these thoughts. It would seriously be bad form to meet Alexa’s parents sporting a boner because I’d been thinking about banging their daughter.

  Nav tol
d me I’d found the house and should get the fuck out of the car—at least that’s what it sounded like. I pulled into an empty parking spot, my mind still preoccupied.

  I couldn’t help wondering about the scars on Alexa’s sides and hips. They were shallow, smooth irregular areas that looked like very old burns. I’d also noticed a smaller patch on her thigh. I frowned, puzzling over them. She’d said they’d been a result of a cooking accident. The injury on her palms I could understand, maybe even her thigh, but a cooking accident didn’t explain the other scars.

  Was she accident-prone? I remembered a few times seeing what looked like scrapes on the backs of her knuckles.

  I didn’t want to push her about the burns, especially since she’d been so self-conscious about them. I, for one, understood the need to keep some of your past private.

  Killing the engine, I grabbed the bottles of wine and the pies I’d picked up. Looking up and down the neat, tree-lined street, I surveyed the quiet suburban neighborhood. I imagined Alexa as a kid, running up and down the streets, playing on the front lawn with her friends. A smile touched my lips as I exited the car, pumped to see her again.

  She’d been right. Mrs. Kennedy was very sweet, greeting me with a friendly smile, accepting the items I’d brought. She talked a lot and fluttered around nervously, making sure that everything was perfect. She straightened napkins, re-fluffed pillows, and was constantly checking on the temperature of my rum and Coke. I could see where Alexa got her beauty. Her mother was smaller, almost too thin, but she had that same regal beauty and big, intelligent eyes.

  The instant I met her father, I knew what Alexa had meant by “intense”. I didn’t like the man. Mr. Kennedy delivered a firm handshake, and then leveled me with a piercing look that stabbed right through me.

  When I saw Alexa, something lit up inside me. A ridiculous thrill skipped under my breastbone. She was stunning in the black velvet dress she’d worn to the engagement party. As nervous as her mom, she gave me her cheek when I drew her in for a quick kiss. Finding it amusing, I secretly squeezed her ass instead. Her eyes flashed me a look of censure, and I couldn’t help my irreverent smile.