There’s an urgency in the way Dex kisses me. It’s like he’s inside my head, channeling Jasper—my hero—and letting him bleed into his actions. It’s rough, cocky, possessive, and all-consuming. There’s no way for me not to respond.
The cold stainless steel of the refrigerator meets my back, but I barely notice it with the blanket of heat covering my front. I’m pinned in place, barely straddling the line of being crushed.
My scalp burns as my hair is pulled, tipping my chin up and exposing more of my neck for Dex’s mouth to instantly lock on to, and distantly I hear my headphones hit the floor.
His stubble and teeth scrape down the side, leaving behind what I’m sure will be a wicked beard burn.
“Mine,” he says against my skin.
I’m lost in Dex in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I hiss with every nip of his teeth then moan with every soothing lave of his tongue that follows in its wake.
“You’re mine, Tink.”
God! Why are those three words so hot?
My nipples are painful peaks and my tank is close to losing the battle against the way my breaths heave, sliding down fractionally at each brush against Dex’s chest.
Growing up, I dreamed about kissing Dex more than pretty much anything else. As the puppy love of my youth faded with the growth of my feelings for Ryan, the thoughts of being kissed and riding off into the sunset with Dex for our happily ever after ended.
Dex may be my go-to sexual fantasy, but that’s where it ends. Lust does not equal love.
So why haven’t you had sex since you broke up with Ryan?
Can I GIF right now with the one that says “THIS” with the guy pointing up?
Yeah, Tuck has a point. Stop trying to complicate things and get some.
Oh shit! That is one scary thought. Please, for the love of all things holy, get laid. Tucker being right about anything is one of the signs of the apocalypse.
“Stop thinking.” Dex seals his mouth over mine again, and I’m incapable of doing anything except following his command.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press the rest of the way up on my toes, rubbing against him like a cat in an attempt to get closer. I’ll worry about the consequences later.
“Dex.” I suck on his bottom lip and he rocks his hips into me, his erection digging into my belly. I want it. In my hands, in my mouth, inside me—I don’t care. It’s been so long since I’ve seen a penis in person I’d have forgotten what one looks like if not for porn.
He plunges a hand into the back of my shorts, grabbing my ass cheek so forcefully there’s a pull on the sensitive skin as it pulls away from the other.
I’m the one moaning, and I claw at the shirt I was disappointed to see he put on earlier and toss it to the side. As soon as the offensive garment is gone, I fuse myself to him again, my own tank finally succumbing and falling underneath my breasts. I don’t bother wasting the time to remove the tank—aren’t you glad you took off you bra earlier?—because Dex’s long fingers have snaked their way underneath the lace of my thong and are curling around to the front in search of my center.
“Dex.” My head falls back to the fridge with a thunk as two fingers slip inside me with ease.
“Are you wet because of me, Tink?” His fingers pump in and out of me lazily. “Or is it because you were writing dirty?”
My eyes fall shut and I dig my nails into his back, seeking purchase in the storm of sensation I’m lost in.
“Is this how you imagined it?” His thumb comes down, swirling through the wetness starting to coat my thighs and bringing it back to circle the pucker of my ass.
“Dex,” I moan.
“Tell me, Tink.” He repeats the process with his thumb for a second pass. “I want to make sure I’m doing it right.”
Oh my god. His words register, and I realize he must have been reading the chapter I was working on.
“Dex.”
“You wrote about it, but has anyone actually taken you here?” He pushes his thumb until it slips into my ass, and I moan again at the fullness of the double invasion.
His other fingers wiggle inside my pussy, and I rise up on my toes and fall back down with each slow but powerful pump of them inside me.
“Well?”
Pump.
“Has anyone had your ass?”
Pump.
“Hmm?”
Pump.
“Tell me.”
Is he really looking for me to answer him right now? How does he expect me to formulate words while he finger-fucks me into oblivion? My orgasm grows closer with every movement of his digits. The only reason I haven’t melted into a puddle on the floor is because his hold on me is absolute.
“Tink.” I feel him smile before he bites down on my shoulder.
I roll my hips, chasing release. “No,” I wail.
Like a tidal wave, my orgasm crashes over me. I couldn’t even tell you where it starts. My clit pulses, and the walls of my vagina squeeze onto the long fingers scissoring inside it like keeping a death grip on them will prevent me from floating away.
“No one has fucked my ass.”
Dex’s fingers continue to pump as my cries echo off the walls, overtaking the sound of flesh meeting flesh and squishy wetness; I’m too far gone to be embarrassed by how audible the evidence of my releases is.
The sensitive, never-been-breached skin of an area that has previously been an exit-only situation burns in such a delicious way that has me wanting to reach for the kerosene to let it consume me.
My body bears down, riding each sensation for all it’s worth. Light ricochets behind my closed eyelids like a spinning disco ball, every cell, hormone, and voice inside me dancing beneath it.
“God it’s hot as fuck hearing you say ‘fucked my ass’”—he increases the speed of his fingers—“but you left out the most important part of the sentence.”
Huh?
I haven’t even come down from the first manmade orgasm I’ve had in years and he wants to have a grammar lesson? I’d smack him if he wasn’t already pushing me back up the hill for round two.
“Yet.” He flicks my clit, and renewed pleasure splinters out like a web, shooting out to and up my spine. “You forgot yet.” Flick, flick.
“Huh?”
My legs give out, and the only thing supporting me is Dex’s grip on the back of my neck and his fingers inside me. His cocky chuckle almost has me tipping over again.
“Oh yeah, soak my fingers baby.” He pumps then continues to speak like I didn’t just shatter in his arms. “You forgot the word yet. The full sentence is, ‘No one has fucked my ass yet.’”
My eyes snap open at that and meet Dex’s now black ones. He doesn’t mean…
“You’re mine, Madz.”
Thrust.
“I’m going to own every part of you.”
A scissor and a pump.
“Like you own every part of me.”
The thumb in my ass and the two fingers in my pussy plunge all the way in, holding their position and wiggling until I’m screaming through my third orgasm.
I’m no longer human, just one big pleasure point triggered to go off with the slightest twitch.
The lingering effect of my hangover combined with coming harder than ever before has my consciousness wavering. I think he says, “The only one who will be helping you through your writer’s block is me,” but I’m not sure.