I have my hands up to stop him, but he puts his own hands up, mirroring me, and then his rough hands entwine with mine.
He kisses me softly, his lips barely grazing my lips, but that’s enough. I’m gone. His. As easy as that. Everything inside me falls like a landslide, slow at first, then all at once, into him.
His eyes trail over to the bed, with this wild and dangerous look in them. He starts to guide me over there, but in a futile last effort to get myself back from the edge of abandon, I nudge at him, shaking my head rigidly.
“My mom is right in the next room,” I warn in a whisper.
“We’ll be quiet,” he mumbles.
I glance at him doubtfully. I can’t trust myself when Dax is around. Still, he guides me to the bed and buries his face in my neck, not doing anything but breathing there. I feel his heat and his breath and I’m powerless to do anything but go the way he wants me to go. “How are you doing this to me,” I whisper, tossing my head back and closing my eyes. “Everything wrong seems right. Everything we shouldn’t do, I think we should.”
“You don’t want me here?” he murmurs, not even a whisper, just a breath I feel on my ear. “Tell me to go.”
I shake my head and push him off me. Then I reach down and peel off my tank top. “I want this. I want you. I want your mouth on me. I think about it all the time, now.”
Dax’s eyes go wide, and he licks his lips. “I think about it, too, baby. And there’s somewhere I really want to put my mouth. I’ve been thinking about it all day. I need to taste you.”
“You mean . . . oh,” I say unsurely. “But I—“
“Listen. I promise you. I’ll love it.” His eyes darken as they rove my body, becoming wolfish. Without laying a hand on me, he says, “Take those off.”
I let out a shaky breath. I look down at my boxers and slip them off, kicking them away, leaving me naked and him completely clothed. His eyes rake over my body, and he must have affected me more than I realized, because for once I’m not at all ashamed. All I feel is overwhelming need. My body is so hot and there’s that same aching low in my belly.
But this time I know what it is. It’s desire, and I know just how to quench it.
He reaches out, sliding his fingers down my belly, which clenches at his touch. He positions me in front of the bed and gently pushes me down. I sit on the edge of the bed, him staring wickedly over me. “Lie back,” he instructs. “Spread your legs.”
I do, feeling his body settle in between my legs, his breath on my thighs. Then suddenly, it’s his tongue, his amazing hot tongue, right on my clit. “Oh!” I mumble, biting it back as soon as it escapes my lungs. He expects me to be quiet for this?
The knowledge that I’m so close to getting caught doesn’t help me to resist. I spread my legs wider to give him better access.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he breathes onto my folds. “God damn, you’re sweet.”
I blush at first at his words, but then all shame falls away. He really, really likes this. I toss my head back and try desperately to stifle my moans as he sucks at my clit, and now I’m soaking him with my juices and that only seems to give him more energy.
His chin and lips are coated with me, and he’s licking and sucking as if it’s his mission to make me scream and wake the neighbors.
And that actually might happen because I’ve never felt anything like this.
I writhe on the bed, arching and bucking in time to his tongue’s lapping. I coil my fingers in his thick hair and push his face into my cunt. And just when I think it can’t get better, he slides a finger into my wet canal.
And holy shit, I just go insane. I let out a scream and then grab for a pillow and throw it over my face. “No!” I mumble hoarsely. “Oh, god, no! No more!”
“You want me to stop,” he breathes into my folds, but he doesn’t. He slowly eases another finger into me, making me shudder uncontrollably. He slides them in and out in time to my thrusts against him, and all the while his mouth is nipping and nibbling on my clit.
I don’t want him to stop. I’m coming to the edge again, and I can’t back down now. I scream into the pillow, sobbing and arching and bucking against his face in a whirlwind.
“Oh God, Dax, please . . .” I’m begging him. Please what? I don’t even know what I want from him. Just more of this.
Suddenly I’m exploding. Falling to pieces, with his tongue buried deep inside me. He carries me over to oblivion, staying there to make sure I’m okay. Then he climbs up my shuddering body, the stubble around his mouth glistening with my juices. I’m blushing, hard and hot. “Oh my god,” I mumble. “What was that?”
He chuckles. “I wanted to do it last night. You weren’t ready.”
“I was scared,” I murmured. “Embarrassed you’d—“
“Fuck, girl,” he says with a grin. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as you.”