Dex (Kinky Shine #1)

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by Stephanie Witter


  “Stop that shit, okay.’’ He walked toward me and I stepped back until I was against the door. I expected him to trap me there and push his body against mine, but he didn’t. Instead, he hovered in front of me, a breath away from touching me. His eyes had that same light in them as when he was stripping me on his couch. It was dangerous and enticing. Intense. His smirk came back and I didn’t know which one it was at this moment, but his dimple had me licking my lips. “Do you regret what happened?’’

  I frowned at him and shook my head. I didn’t have to think twice. “No, of c—‘’

  He went for my lips, silencing me the best way possible. He coaxed me to open my mouth and I didn’t hesitate. I clutched at his shoulders. “Told you, I just wanted a yes or no,’’ he said against my lips, a broad smile stretching his lips. His scowl and frown disappeared at once.

  “I don’t get it.’’ I run my right hand from his shoulder to his hair. He pushed his head into my palm and I melted even more. “You should be more nervous. You were the one with the hangup.’’

  “And you proved to me it’s all in my head. I forget everything when I kiss you, Harley. But you’re scared. I didn’t realize that’s why you gave me that bullshit about your parents.’’

  I wanted to hide my face, but he didn’t give me enough space to. I was against the door and he was plastered against me, so much so that I felt his cock hardening. Desire pooled in my belly immediately.

  “I told you I’m not used to being so casual.’’

  “You’re the one who left. I wanted you to spend the night at my place.’’

  I bit on my lip and ran the fingers that were in his hair over his cheek. I loved it when he didn’t shave. “I…I can’t really explain, Dex. It was so…intense,’’ I stuttered. “Too intense for something that needs to stay casual. I know myself and I’ve never been good at protecting my heart.’’

  He brought his forehead against mine and took a deep breath as if he was trying to breathe me in. “I don’t remember sex being so good and it’s scary, but I’m not going to let you put distance between us, Harley. Don’t fucking think of running away from me just yet.’’

  I gulped and let him pull me back to the bed. His eyes didn’t leave mine and that made me shiver. When he bumped into the foot of the bed he turned around and moved to the side, still leading me by the hand. I followed, my heart beating hard in my chest and my legs shaking. Was I ready to sleep with him again? It had been so intense, so overwhelming…

  But I couldn’t resist him.

  We stood facing each other next to the bed, eyes on each other, hand in hand. He laced his fingers through mine. “I’m going to strip you naked and then you’re going to get on all fours on the bed, Harley. Can you do that?’’

  I sucked in a loud breath and squeezed his hands tight. I couldn’t find my voice to answer aloud so I nodded slowly. My eyes widened on him. Where was the guy I had first met who shied away from anything sexual? Today he seemed like another man, or maybe he was finally letting himself be the man he was supposed to be. And that was a damn good thing.

  His smirk deepened and his dimple became more pronounced, impossible to miss even with the stubble partially covering it. He released my hands and they fell along my sides. I couldn’t muster any strength to keep my arms up. I was too shaken up, too overwhelmed.

  He knelt in front of me and tilted his head up to look at me. I swallowed thickly and brought my hands to his shoulders. I needed to feel him, touch him. He may be in a submissive position at my feet like that, but it was obvious who was leading the dance here.

  His hands trailed from my ankles covered by my yoga pants and up to my waist. His movements were slow, teasing and set a trail of fire all over my body. At my waist, he didn’t tease. He grabbed the hem of my pants and tugged them down. As soon as my pants went down to my mid-thighs, he froze, his eyes not on my face anymore. His eyes were on my mound and a wicked smile had me breathing louder.

  “No panties? Fuck, that’s real good.’’

  He tugged my pants all the way to my feet then and leaned into me. Slowly, he kissed the inside of my thighs, one then the other, running his tongue just a little to make me crave more on another part of me. He inhaled me in, his face close to my pussy. He growled and stood up abruptly. I kicked my pants away from us and kept my hands on his shoulders.

  “I don’t know what I want more right now; to fuck you or eat your pussy.’’ He wrapped his arms around me and his hands fell on my ass, kneading it and pushing me into him. I didn’t need too much to start pushing my hips into him. He pushed my left foot on the side and snaked his leg between mine until he pushed his strong thigh covered in denim against me, hitting my clit just right to make my head roll back and my eyes squeeze shut at the first wave of pleasure.

  He leaned into my neck and kissed my throat. He snaked a hand in my hair, twisting some locks in between his strong fingers. The light tugs had me panting harder, pushing my breasts into him, moving my hips against his leg to again feel that zing of pleasure. I moaned when the coarse fabric turned my clit into an extremely sensitive bud of flesh. He pulled his leg back from in between mine and his head from my neck to gaze at me.

  His dark eyes were glassy with a desire maybe stronger than what we felt at his place. He was sure of himself and of what he could do to me and that made me shiver in his arms again.

  He grabbed the hem of my old t-shirt and tugged it off me, leaving me completely naked in front of him. I had nowhere to hide and the funny thing was I didn’t want to. I didn’t have doubts he found me attractive because when he looked at me, I felt pretty and sexy. He had a way of making me feel those things without saying a word.

  His eyes took me in slowly, a small smirk on his sexy lips. He clenched my t-shirt between his left hand before he finally threw it away to touch my breasts, to tug on my nipples and pinch them until I whimpered and moaned, mumbling encouragements for more. If he hadn’t been breathing heavily and if he wasn’t a bit flushed I would believe he wasn’t affected like I was. And one look at the impossible to miss bulge in his pants was enough to end up convincing me.

  “Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Let me see that perfect ass and your wet pussy,’’ he said with a growling voice, the smoky tone gone only to leave behind a man trying to keep his control. That was really hot.

  I bit on my lower lip and quickly climbed on the bed when his t-shirt disappeared. Breathing loud, I parted my knees on the bed and gripped the sheet with my fingers when I heard the sound of a belt opening and a zipper pushed down. I wasn’t just wet, I was drenched and clenched on nothing when all I wanted to feel was him inside me.

  The bed dipped when he climbed in and I tensed my abs, expecting to feel his hands on me, but nothing came. I felt his presence behind me, I could also make out his heat burning just out of my reach. I was dying to turn around and touch him, but I didn’t move.

  I breathed louder and pushed my ass backward, hoping I would come into contact with him. That earned me a chuckle. I frowned, head hanging down between my shoulders.

  “You’re eager. That’s good because I can’t wait to fuck your tight pussy again. You want that?’’ His hands moved to my ass and I shivered, shaking from my toes to my arms barely keeping me up. Without doing much he made me crazy with lust, something I had never experienced in these proportions before meeting him.

  “Please, Dex,’’ I begged and I didn’t give a damn. I had never begged for anything in my life, but whenever I was naked with him I ended up begging and that only added to my overwhelming desire for him.

  His hands massaged the globes of my ass reverently before they moved to my waist and the small of my back and up. Then down. It seemed like my skin tightened and became even more sensitive under his touch and my nipples turned hard. I wanted to push down on the bed and seek a touch, any touch that would relieve me.

  His hand finally answered my silent prayer and went to my breasts. The first touch of his big hands had me
moaning shamelessly. But when his fingers started to play with my nipples, tugging, pinching and circling around them I closed my eyes and pushed my ass back until his hard cock was nestled against me and his chest covered my back.

  “You feel amazing, Harley. I wanted to eat your pussy until you screamed your throat sore, but I want inside you. You’re too tempting. I’ll make sure to wake you up in the middle of the night with my tongue on your clit because we’re staying together tonight. No escape,’’ he said softly in my ear, his stubble scratching my skin.

  He pushed his cock against my ass and I pushed my hips back, desperate to feel more of him. Always more. His hands left my breasts and I protested weakly, but he kissed the back of my neck and down my back until he reached the middle of it. His hands didn’t stop, though. They moved down until he gripped my thighs and forced me to open my legs more until the muscles inside my thighs protested. I bit on my lower lip, eyes closed. When my legs were how he wanted them, he took a hold of my hips and pulled them back. I let him do whatever he wanted with me and to me because all I wanted was to feel him.

  Then, his hands disappeared and I heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. I gripped the sheet tighter, knowing what would come now.

  “Ready?’’ he asked panting a bit more now.

  “Y—yes.’’

  He brought a hand to my hip and the other one moved from my ass to my clit, tracing my pussy without actually pushing his fingers inside me. He groaned when he felt how ready I was. He circled my clit a few times until I couldn’t keep still and moved my hips, chasing his fingers for pleasure, for more. He was right, I was eager.

  “Keep still now, Harley.’’ He kissed my shoulder and that’s when I felt the tip of his cock instead of his fingers. I tensed. “Shh, baby. Relax,’’ he whispered as his fingers kneaded my hips.

  I took a deep breath and he pushed in, thrusting hard into me. I moaned and sucked in my breath, my fingers balling the sheet until my knuckles turned a ghostly white. His chest pushed me more firmly on the bed, my arms now stretching in front of me to keep me up.

  “Fuck, Harley,’’ he panted in my ear. He nipped my earlobe and I clenched around his hard cock. He growled. “Yeah, squeeze me like that.’’

  “Fuck me, Dex. Now.’’

  He growled again and pulled back to thrust in me again, hard and deep. I moaned louder, my voice strangled in my throat. One of his hands moved from beside me to my hair, twisting his fingers in it until every time he thrust in me, he tugged on it to pull my head back. I let out a loud moan that ripped out of me. He felt wonderful inside me, big and so hard, always hitting the perfect place inside to make me see stars.

  He pulled back and thrust back in faster and faster. His fingers tightened more in my hair and I clenched harder around him, feeling myself getting closer and closer to climax.

  “Not yet. Don’t come yet. I’m not done with you,’’ he said, his words harsh and broken by his powerful thrusts.

  I was shaking all over, pushing back into him and reveling in the sound of our sweat covered skin clashing against each other adding an arousing soundtrack. And the way he kept his hand in my hair right on top of my head, trapping me there under him as he took me so hard, so fast, so deep…That was unbelievable.

  “I’m close…’’

  He kept going, not faltering and growling more and more every time I clenched around him and every time I moaned into the mattress. “Let go. Now. Now, Harley!’’

  I stiffened, clenching every and all muscles in my body, even ones I didn’t know existed and came, probably crying out his name, but I didn’t know. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me, prolonging that moment I didn’t want to see end. I bucked harder, wilder into him while his hips pushed into me without following any pattern.

  His chest, heaving against my back pushed heavily into me until I was barely able to breathe, but I didn’t care because oxygen wasn’t what made me feel so alive. What made me feel alive was Dex.

  He pulled out and laid next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him until I was safely tucked against his body, my own arms around his tapered waist and my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky and woodsy smell mixed with mine. We probably reeked like wild and uninhibited sex, but to me, it was the best.

  His heart was still beating fast, just like mine and it brought comfort to me. Knowing I had the same effect on him that he had on me was more than an ego boost. It made me feel addicted to him. It also made my heart soft and all fluttery in my still heaving chest.

  His fingers traced a soothing pattern along my spine, bringing out small shivers over my skin. I cuddled into him closer, soaking up everything that he was, that we were.

  “You’re very quiet,’’ he said and kissed my temple.

  “You are too,’’ I whispered, my words more sluggish than I thought they would be. I was exhausted and when I felt his smirk twisting his lips on top of my head I pinched his side. He laughed, probably very pleased with himself for making me so pliable and soft.

  “You rocked my world, Harley.’’

  “You’ve got it wrong. You rocked my world.’’ I lift my head up to stare at him. He had that boyish look, the one where it’s obvious he’s pleased with himself and also relaxed. I loved that look on him. “It had never been this way before.’’

  He brushed away some strands of hair from my sticky forehead. “This is crazy, huh?’’ He shook his head. “One day you walk in my life and you piss me off and the next, you make me feel like a normal man and I can’t get enough of you. I love what you bring to my life and what you bring out of me.’’

  I ran a hand over his chest and down his abs, tracing the ridges of his muscles with the tips of my fingers. His tattoos were a work of art and they only added to his sex appeal. Even sated it was difficult to keep my hands to myself.

  “It’ll be difficult to see your next girl’s face plastered everywhere,’’ I mumbled darkly, my eyes fixed on the black lines of the tribal tattoo over his right pec.

  “What?’’ He stiffened under me. His relaxed face disappeared and his deep frown came back.

  I caressed his eyebrows, willing him to stay calm. Slowly, his body softened under me but his cock was slowly growing to half-mast.

  “You’re back on the saddle, so to speak, and I’m not naïve enough to believe you’ll stay the same mysterious Dex as you used to be. You don’t have the same issue anymore and…I know we’re casual and all, but seeing the man you’ve been intimate with with another woman is hard, but when that man is famous it’s going to be that much harder.’’

  “My private life is private, Harley. And honestly, I’m not sure I’d be able to fuck another woman. You’re…different.’’

  “Don’t flatter me, I’m already naked with you,’’ I said after a little chuckle and a quick peck on his lips still red from our romp.

  “I’m serious, Harley.’’ He caressed my face softly, his eyes on mine.

  When I was about to ask him what he meant, he cut off my train of thought with a deep kiss that had me crawling on top of him.

  DEX

  I was in the back seat next to Maxen while Otis drove and Beckett messed around with the radio, trying to find something to listen. When our song Lusting Love came on the radio we all grinned at each other, still amazed to be on the radio so often. That shit would always amaze me and if it didn’t it would be the sure sign that I’d either need a vacation or to stop altogether.

  I scratched at my growing beard, feeling uncomfortable. I didn’t have the time to go back home this morning and the guys had to stop by Harley’s hotel to get me. They all had shit eating grins and made some crass comments that actually made me laugh. Having sex three times in one night with Harley made me feel like I was ten feet tall.

  But we weren’t having a nice and fun car trip. We were driving Maxen to rehab.

  I glanced at him and found his hand tightly clenched on his legs. They were shaking more than yesterday, but
I supposed nerves didn’t help him.

  “You okay?’’ I asked him when Otis started counting his exploits at the party last night. It was a wonder he didn’t seem more hangover than he was.

  Maxen shrugged. “I’ve been better, but that’s the point, huh?’’ He looked out at the highway stretching out and then back to me, a smile coming back to his face. “You couldn’t be more obvious, fucker.’’

  “Obvious about what?’’

  “That you so got laid last night.’’ He chuckled and it didn’t resemble his laugh. “You should have stayed with her.’’

  I frowned and shook my head. “Nah. Being with you guys is more important today. And she had work to do. She’s helping the PR team to distract the media circus for a few days. Apparently they’re going to use some of my old pictures to post on Twitter and her blog to make it as if you’re still in LA.’’

  “You talked work when you had a willing naked woman in bed? There really is something wrong with you, Dex.’’

  I punched his shoulder and smirked. “Shut up.’’ I looked back at the road in front of us and realized Otis and Beckett were quiet again, probably listening and hoping to catch some juicy details. “And that was after the third round.’’

  Otis and Beckett laughed and fist bumped the air like morons and Maxen gave me a high five.

  “That’s our boy!’’ he said and punched my shoulder.

  “We sound like fucking teenagers.’’

  “Hey now, you have some catching up to do,’’ Otis replied with a big smile and exiting the highway. According to his GPS, we had only fifteen more minutes.

  “Do you like her?’’ Beckett asked with a more serious expression on his face. He turned around some in his seat to look at me.

  Beckett didn’t easily trust people outside of our small circle. We were very much alike in that department even if our reasons completely differed. But it had been obvious he took a liking to Harley real fast. She had a way of not bullshitting us and treating us like she’d treat anybody.

 

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