Break Away (18 page)

When his palm traveled back up my stomach and came close to my breast, l arched into his touch until his hand settled over it, his thumb teasing my hardened nipple through the fabric. I pressed my backside against his hardness and he growled, moving his other hand down to the top of my thigh and under the hem of my short dress, only inches away from where I needed him to be.

“How about here?” he whispered, tracing his fingers along the edge of my panties. “Do you need some attention here?”

“Yes,” I nodded breathlessly.

His fingers finally met their mark, rubbing me through the thin silk of my panties. I moaned loudly, reaching one arm over my head to clasp him around the neck as I tilted my head back and pressed my lips against his throat.

“Fuck, Liv… You’re so fucking wet.” He reached underneath my panties, moving his clever fingers over my hot flesh. “I need to take you home so I can give this perfect pussy the attention that it needs.” He dragged his hand up my side and cupped my breast with the other hand. “And I’m gonna kiss these amazing tits and suck on your nipple until you come.”

By now my body was practically throbbing with the need for release. I wasn’t sure I could wait until we got to his house, even though it was only a fifteen-minute drive. I rubbed my bottom against his hard length, but the feel of his arousal only turned me on even more.

Dex removed his hands from me, but before I could protest the loss, he turned me around to face him, crushing his mouth to mine. His tongue slipped through my parted lips and twined frantically with mine as he cupped my ass and lifted me up. My arms and legs automatically wrapped around him as he carried me over to his truck, never once separating his mouth from mine. He pushed my back against the side of the truck, his erection pressing perfectly against my center. Desperate for release, I gripped my legs tighter around him and rocked myself along his hard, perfect length, crying out loudly when he hit the right spot.

“We need to get out of here now,” he groaned. “Or else I’m going to have to make you come right here, and I’d hate for someone to hear your sexy screams when I do.” Throwing the door open, he put me in the passenger seat. “Wait here, baby. I’m going to go inside and tell them we’re leaving. Don’t move.”

After grabbing Olivia’s purse and hastily saying goodbye to everyone, I rushed back to my truck as fast as I possibly could—with a hard on—and peeled out of the parking lot. I was a little worried that in the few minutes I was inside Olivia might have changed her mind about what we were about to do, but she scooted across the seat and aligned herself right next to me. She started kissing my neck and reached into my lap, rubbing me through my jeans and nearly causing me to run off the road.

“God, you’re killing me,” I groaned, stomping the gas pedal down even further.

“You’re so big… and hard,” she giggled, looking up at me deviously as she continued to stroke my now rock-hard length.

“Well, my cock fucking loves you.” I pressed my hand over hers in my lap, dragging it over every swollen inch and letting her feel what she did to me.

She leaned up, nibbling on my earlobe as she whispered in it. “Good, because I am
horny
,” she giggled again.

Hearing those words tumble from her mouth made me want to pull over and bury myself inside her right there. Apparently she was drunker than I thought. If I were a better person I would probably put a stop to it, but I was way too far-gone for that. I needed her. Badly.

When we finally got to my house, I jumped out of the truck and practically carried her inside to my bedroom. My mouth found hers again, savoring the feel of her soft, perfect lips and the way her tongue tangled with mine. I was addicted to this mouth and couldn’t wait to find out if the rest of her tasted just as sweet.

Olivia’s hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and I wasted no time peeling that sexy little black dress off her body. Stepping back, I took a second to enjoy what was in front of me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Olivia.” She wore black, lacy panties and a matching bra that propped up those perfect tits that I was dying to put my mouth on. I had the sudden urge to pinch myself and make sure that this was real and not just the greatest dream I’d ever had.

I strode toward her, tangling my hand in her hair as I pulled her mouth to mine and placed a gentle kiss on her full lips. She ran her hands down my chest and over my stomach, landing on the waistband of my jeans as she popped open the button and lowered the zipper. I kicked them off and backed her onto the bed, sinking her to the mattress and kneeling over her.

As I began kissing a trail down her chest, Olivia reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the side and revealing the most flawless breasts I’d ever laid eyes on. I stared at them hungrily for a moment before covering them with my mouth and hand, kneading them and sucking her nipple into my mouth.

“Oh God…” she moaned, reaching into my boxers and wrapping her hand around my cock.

“Shit…” I hissed as her fist began stroking me up and down. “If you keep that up, I’m going to explode right now, baby.”

“You feel so good, Dex. I want to feel you.” She removed her hand and pulled me down on top of her. I settled between her thighs, and she wrapped her long legs around me so that my erection was right up against her pussy, pressing through the thin layers of clothing that separated us.

I rocked against her, agonizingly slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of me. “How’s that feel, baby? Can you feel how much I want you?” She moaned, clasping her legs around me and clawing at my back as she tried to pull me impossibly closer.

“I want you inside me,” she pleaded.

God, how long had I been dreaming of hearing those words fall from her lips? I’d never wanted anything more, and yet for some reason, it didn’t seem right. At least, not now. She was drunk, and even though she said she wanted it now, I didn’t want alcohol to factor into the decision. I wanted her to want me the same way I wanted her—no question, no hesitation, no doubt.

“Liv, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, and even though I would like nothing more than to bury myself inside you right now, I can’t. Not now… not when you’re drunk and there’s a chance you might regret it later.”

“Come on, Dex, since when has that ever stopped you?”

“Since it’s you.” I brushed the hair away from her face, dropping kisses along her neck and tilting my mouth to her ear. “You’re different, Liv. When I finally do sink inside your willing body, I want you to feel everything. I want you to be completely aware of every touch… respond to every movement… remember every single second… and I want you to want it.”

“I do want it,” she whined. “I need you…”

“You have me, don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you, sweet Liv.”

My lips traveled over her soft skin, kissing a path between her breasts and over her stomach as I slid down her body. I grabbed her panties and slipped them off slowly, tossing them to the side as I kneeled in front of her.

I ran my hands up her legs, parting them gently as I spread her in front of me. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I caressed the smooth skin of her inner thighs before finally dropping my mouth to her wet pussy. I teased her with my tongue, enjoying her taste as I pressed my lips against her and licked her sensitive flesh.

“Ah, yes…” she cried out, clutching the sheets in her hands and arching her body off the mattress.

Her response to me and the sexy sounds she made turned me on even more, and I nearly blew my load right then. When her loud moans turned into shameless begging, I finally went for it, licking and sucking until her body stilled and she cried out her release.

I hadn’t finished devouring her yet. It wasn’t until after her second orgasm, when Olivia was sated and tired, that I finally stopped. I refused to let her return the favor, covering her with the blankets and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Tonight was all about her and making her feel good. Despite my painful erection, that’s how I wanted it. Instead, I opted for a shower, pumping my fist over my cock as I replayed the night in my head–the way she felt, the way she tasted, and the sounds she made–and came almost instantly.

Olivia was asleep when I returned to bed. I didn’t want to wake her, so I crawled in beside her and pulled her close, amazed at how perfect it felt.

***

I gathered up the clothes that had been strewn around Dex’s bedroom and quickly threw them on. As nice as it had felt to wake up with Dex, when I thought back on the night before and reality set in, I automatically began to panic. I was humiliated about the way I’d thrown myself at him and needed to get out of there before he woke up.

With one last glance at Dex, his naked body tangled in the sheets and his handsome face so peaceful in sleep, I quietly snuck out of the bedroom. I crept around the living room, searching for my purse, and crashed into something, causing a loud noise to echo through the room.

“Shit!” I half-whispered, trying to get out the door as fast as possible.

“Liv?” Dex’s voice called out from the bedroom, and I heard the springs of his mattress as he got up. “You okay, baby?”

I froze, briefly considering running out of the apartment at top speed so I wouldn’t have to face him.

He appeared at the door wearing only his boxers and my idiotic heart immediately started racing at the sight of him.

“Where are you going?” His voice was heavy with sleep. “Come back to bed.”

“I—I have to get to work,” I stammered, gesturing toward the door.

“It’s only six… Come back to bed and we can start the day off right.” He grinned seductively and moved toward me. “Then we can grab some breakfast or something.”

“I really need to get going,” I muttered, backing toward the door. “Sorry about last night, I guess I was pretty drunk. How about we skip the awkwardness and pretend it never happened?”

“You want to pretend it never happened?” His expression was confused, and hurt.

“Yeah, it was a stupid mistake. No need to make a big deal of it.” I tried to play it off but my words were forced, and I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Besides, I thought random hookups were your specialty? Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental on me?” I laughed awkwardly, ignoring the huge lump in the pit of my stomach.

Dex’s face turned hard, his entire demeanor changing from hurt to angry. “If that’s all it was, then fine.”

“Friends?”

“Right. Friends,” he hissed, turning and walking back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.