Page 84 of Off Limits

I faced him, not quite sure what I should do. Dex grabbed my waist and tugged me so I sat between his legs, my thighs on either side of his hips.

“This okay?” he whispered.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. My dick was already rock hard and aching, and we hadn’t even started yet.

Gently, Dex cupped my cheeks and held me in place as he leaned in.

Our lips brushed in a soft kiss, and I didn’t bother quieting the moan that bubbled up in my chest as he gently nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth.

I opened for him on a gasp, and he deepened the kiss, twirling his tongue around my tongue stud as he slotted ourmouths together. Holding his hips in a death grip, I kissed him back with everything I had.

Slow and teasing was nice, but I was already wound too tight and needed more.

Dex groaned against my mouth and sucked on my tongue, his kisses growing frantic as he slid one hand down my back and gripped my ass.

Shamelessly, I scooted closer to him and pressed our hard dicks together.

The chime of tips permeated the air, but I ignored them. I knew we were supposed to be focusing on the show, but in that moment, I didn’t give a flying fuck about our audience or their tips.

The sharp tone of a tip request broke through our haze, and Dex ripped his mouth from mine. Still holding me against him, he looked at the laptop.

“You’re welcome, Cyan. Yeah. Alex is good at that.” He pressed a soft kiss against my throat.

I huffed out a laugh. “You’re the one who’s good at that. I swear you could probably make me come just from kissing.”

He pulled his face out of my neck and met my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “Now that would be hot.” His dark grin sent a shiver of awareness through me. “Even hotter than making you come with just my tongue in your ass,” he said in a low voice only I could hear.

I bit back a gasp as we stared at each other for a few beats, then he flipped his attention to the computer.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” he said. “You know what to do if you want to see more.”

A volley of tips came in, the soft sounds ringing out in the quiet room. I didn’t bother looking at the screen to see how much we were making. Dex could worry about that. I was too busy trying not to combust from need.

This time, when he turned his attention back to me, I wasted no time and sealed our mouths together in a bruising kiss.

He groaned and kissed me back, hauling me against his bigger body so I was sitting on his lap and not just between his legs. The body contact was incredible, and I rutted against him shamelessly, dragging my cock against his.

Wanting more, I tugged his shirt up. Dex broke the kiss long enough to yank it off, then pulled mine over my head, leaving us in our sweatpants. I could hear the chimes of tips coming in but ignored them as Dex sealed our mouths together in another greedy kiss.

I sank into the sensation, giving into the moment as he ravaged my mouth and held my ass, helping me rock against him in a way that felt way too good.

Dex let out the sexiest growl and flipped us over so I was flat on my back and he was on top of me, his hips between my spread legs. I arched into him and pressed our bodies together as he dropped wet, open-mouthed kisses against my neck.

More tips came in, but all I could focus on was Dex as he kissed his way across my collarbone, then down to my chest so he could take my nipple into his mouth.

The cry I let out was loud and unrestrained as he teased my piercings with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Deliriously, I pushed his ball cap off his head and slid my hands through his curls and held on tight.

He moved between my nipples, showering them with attention until I had to pull on his hair to make him stop so I didn’t get overwhelmed.

Instead of moving back up to my mouth, he pressed his tongue into the center of my chest, his eyes locked on mine.

I held on for dear life as he licked and kissed his way down my stomach, then dragged my sweats and underwear off.

Needing to think about anything other than Dex and his magic mouth, I glanced at the laptop.

The picture we made was so hot another pulse of need shot through me. I tore my gaze from the image and focused on the tip counter.

Holy shit.

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