Page 73 of Off Limits

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably less than thirty seconds, Dex shifted so he was angled toward me. His knee pressed into my thigh, sending little zings of electricity through me and waking up nerves deep in my body.

That was enough to break me free of whatever spell had fallen over us, but instead of getting up or saying something stupid to break the tension, my gaze fell to his lap, and the very obvious bulge there.

I had no idea who moved first, but one second I was sitting on the couch, and the next I was on his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs as I straddled him.

Dex’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer, and our chests pressed together. His body was warm and solid against mine. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped my lips as our mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss.

Every thought other than how much I wanted this flew from my mind as one of his hands slid under my shirt and splayed over my back, anchoring me in place. Our kisses were hot and hard, but not rough. He wasn’t trying to dominate me or make me submit to him. He was just as eager and hungry as I was.

A low groan rumbled out of my chest. Needing to touch him, I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, up his neck, then cupped the sides of his face. The scratch of his stubble against my palms was way more erotic than it had any business being, and I actually whimpered when he let out a throaty growl.

My fingers bumped the sides of his hat. I pushed it back off his head, letting his curls fall free. Greedily, I tangled my fingers in the thick strands and held tight.

Dex raked his hand over my back, his blunt nails leaving trails of fire in their wake. I loved knowing I’d be able to see the evidence of his desire and his loss of control long after we were done.

He slid his other hand over my ass, kneading and teasing the sensitive globe. I didn’t hesitate when he used his grip on me to encourage me to rock over him and drag my aching dick against his washboard stomach.

“Wait,” he said against my lips, his voice a sexy rasp that would normally have me moaning or maybe even whimpering again if he wasn’t stopping things. “Not here,” he continued before I could freak out or assume he was rejecting me.

I blinked a few times, my brain coming back online as his words registered. He was right. We couldn’t do this here, not out in the open where we could get caught if one of the kids came downstairs.

“Hold on,” he said, pulling his hands free from under my clothes so he could grip me better.

“What do you—” I barely managed to stifle my cry of surprise as Dex stood up, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing.

I clung to him like a baby koala, my head spinning with confusion and good feels as he took a second to steady himself, then carried me across the room like I weighed nothing.

I knew Dex was strong, but I hadn’t realized he wasthatstrong. I wasn’t a big guy, but I wasn’t some delicate slip of a thing either, and the ease at which he carried me made my stomach swoop and my dick throb where it was still trapped between our bodies.

He walked right out of the kitchen and halfway across the main floor before taking a hard left and stopping in front of the closest room with a door—his dad’s office.

His dad actually had two offices. The one downstairs was more like a man cave masquerading as an office and was where he escaped to when he didn’t want to be around the family. The office upstairs was the one he actually worked out of and kept files in, so that door was always locked.

The idea of messing around in his dad’s space was way more exciting than it should have been, and a weird sense of anticipation and giddiness hit me right in the chest.

Blindly, I reached behind me and felt around until my hand closed around the knob. It took a bit of fumbling, but I managed to get the damn thing open and gave it a little shove.

Dex walked right into the office and kicked the door closed behind him. Without hesitating, he carried me over to his dad’s oversized easy chair and sat down on it, settling me on his lap.

“I really wanna fuck you,” Dex said against my skin as he peppered my neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses. “But I don’t have any supplies on me.”

I wanted that too, and the mental image of Dex spreading me out on the huge mahogany desk invaded my senses as he gently bit and nibbled at my skin.

“Fuck, neither do I.” I tilted my head to the side to give him better access, my breaths coming out in staccato bursts as I ground my dick against his.

Needing to touch him, I shoved my hands between us and slipped them under his sweats so I could grip his hard length over his briefs.

He moaned against my neck and bucked up into my touch, forcing me to stroke him. Taking the hint, I slid my hand over the silky material of his briefs, marveling at how hot and hard he was, how good he felt.

“Can I blow you?” I asked breathlessly. If we couldn’t fuck, then I wanted to taste him.

He caught my lips in another blistering kiss, and I was half dazed when he pulled back, both of us breathless and panting. “Yeah, if you want to.”

I pecked a quick kiss against his lips, then shifted my legs so they were between his so I was able to slide to the floor in a move that only worked because Dex used his strength to keep me from crashing to the hardwood like a sack of bricks.

Once I was settled, I tugged the front of his sweats and underwear down, freeing his rock-hard cock. Not wasting any time, I gripped his base and held him still.

Dex shifted in the chair, scooting down so I had a better angle. I gave him a hard stroke, then took him into my mouth and swallowed him all the way down until he bumped the back of my throat.

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