Page 8 of Irrevocably Mine

Grabbing his head, she directed him with precision. There was no doubt he was fucking her with his mouth, but she was fucking his face right back. Bucking and writhing, she was getting closer and closer to screaming in pleasure. “You’re a pussy-eating pro,” she panted out between moans. Her words sent him into a frenzy. The moans of pleasure coming from Dax rivaled hers. The fact he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did was a testament to his gender.

“I enjoy eating at the Y,” he murmured between lingering licks. “Not hard to do…when you taste like mine.” He practically shouted those last words between nibbles. Something about those words, or maybe the inflection and reverence he put into them, along with a well-timed bite and pinch, sent Stacy careening over the edge at breakneck speed. She found herself on the verge of an asthma attack when her breath locked in her lungs on a silent scream.And I don’t fucking have asthma.

Shit, she had never cracked her back on an orgasm before. Her breath still hadn’t been liberated as Dax climbed her body and entered her in one smooth stroke. “Batman’s bl…FUCK!” he shouted when their pelvises met and he ground once, then stilled.

When she exerted a modicum of control over her body once again, she ground up into him and watched his eyes go wide and gooey. She loved that power, always had, but to wield it over such an imposing man was drugging. He started a slow roll of his hips and each roll was like what she imagined popping a pill or shooting up would feel like—that high, that euphoria. One shot would never be enough and that scared the fuck out of her. Like a drug addict, would she always be chasing that high?

Stacy pushed on his chest and he allowed her to reverse their positions. As she rose above him, she inventoried what ink she could see in the meager light. His chest was a history of the mighty Vikings, along with the odd flower or writing in a language she couldn’t read.

Placing her left hand on the black inked Viking longship, and her right over a full-color tat of Odin on Sleipnir, she locked her elbows, looking him in his dark eyes. She wanted to let him know exactly who she was in the bedroom, or rather, who she had become.

“I don’t mind letting you take the lead when I’m in the mood, but when it comes to this, I’m in control, understand?” If possible, his eyes got wider. He dropped his hands to her hips, rocked her back and forth, and watched where they were joined intently, biting his lip in a sexy, me-likey-what-I-see way, and then made eye contact with her once again.

Stacy leaned in and nibbled his ear lobe. He responded with a low groan, but when she nipped him under his ear, just behind his beard, his hips shot off the sheet. “Fuck, babe, it didn’t take you long to find my spot.” Dax continued moaning as she feasted on the salty skin there. He kept mumbling, “fuck yeah,” and “direct connection to my dick.” She filed that information away for later.

Now, she needed his focus on her words, so she rose up once again to look into his coffee colored eyes. “If you aren’t man enough to handle it, then these…encounters aren’t for me.” Stacy ground down on Dax with a move that would bring most men to the edge of control and paused, arching an eyebrow and waiting for an answer. It was all for show on her part, because only one man had ever refused her. However, she would never make the mistake of accepting that again. Weakness in the bedroom transferred to the rest of the relationship and that was not going to happen here.

Even though she and Dax didn’t have a relationship beyond friendship, well, friends with benefits now, she would not allow that weakness. Dax released her hips, and for a split second, Stacy thought he was calling a halt to their party, until he folded his corded arms under his dark head and that orgasm-inducing smile split his face.

“Damn, if I’m not the luckiest man alive.” Dax removed one arm and grabbed her by her nape, bringing her lips to his. “A woman that knows what she wants and takes it is a rare creature, indeed.” He kissed her, but not the passion-fueled kiss of earlier, this one held so much more. Contained within it were things she refused to acknowledge or even identify fully. When he ended the kiss, he held her there, nose-to-nose and peered into her soul. “Anything you want, counselor. Anything you want.” He returned his arm to its previous position and seemingly relaxed, awaiting her pleasure and damned if he wasn’t trying to steal a piece of her heart with that.

If he trusts me enough to be in control, maybe I can trust him enough to not have to be…

That little powernap did wonders. Energized and ready to go for round three, Dax glanced down at the blonde head resting on his tattooed chest.She snores. Of course, he wouldn’t be mentioning that to her anytime soon. Reaching over to flick on the lamp, Dax did his damnedest not to wake her. Even in sleep, she seemed guarded.Maybe that’s because she’s asleep in front of me.Stacy stirred a bit, but settled quickly, or as settled as she seemed capable of being.

The study of her face yielded no clues to why she felt the need to be on guard after what they shared. Her lashes fanned across her porcelain cheek and the full, pink lips he was addicted to were a whisper apart. She appeared relaxed, but Dax could see the underlying tension. He wanted to see that tension gone for good.

Remembering the brief glimpses of her surrendering to the pleasure they shared brought Dax’s cock fully awake and turned it into a heat-seeking missile. He had no control over the slow grind of his body into her side. Of course, dry humping her thigh wasn’t exactly on his to-do list, so why not wake her up? Grasping the corner of the sheet tucked under her chin, Dax lowered it slowly, imagining the sensual reveal of her body.

“Wha…” He had forgotten all about the tank she insisted stay on, and briefly wondered if she would ever trust him.That thought brought a wave of sadness he was unprepared for. He would just have to show her he could not only be trusted with her body, but her heart, as well. Dax was a patient man, where most things were concerned.

Gently, he let his hand drift under her shirt to stroke her soft stomach. She wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination; she could stand to gain weight, if anything. She just wasn’t into the muscle building most of the women in his circle were. Honestly, he preferred her just the way she was. His hand drifted around to her beautiful ass, giving a gentle squeeze that caused a reaction from her—one that sounded like desire.

Dax adjusted his body to face hers, and began kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. One of the first things he learned about her during their physical explorations of the night, she loved being nibbled and bitten. Anywhere. Another taste of her collarbone and she sought out his cock with her beautiful pussy. All he had to do was angle his hips and they joined with dual moans.

Before she was fully awake, she was at her most beautiful. Her guard was down for a split second and she was just Stacy—no past, no exes, no worries, just a vibrant woman engaged in something she enjoyed. A breathy, “A perfect way to wake up, Dax,” exited her lips.

Not wanting to read too much into it, Dax tried to let it slide, but he was hard pressed to do so. She was unguarded and aware, that…that was a gift. Dax set a slow but sensual pace and right before she shattered, she became fully awake. “Oh, Dax, fuck me. I could get addicted to this.” With that, he exploded in her body, thankfully dragging her over the edge with him—a dropped hand between them, and a rough pinch doing the trick to draw out her pleasure.

Her words had opened the door for the possibility of more, but he wouldn’t push it. The promise of her potentially wanting him for more than a night was enough. TheI Love Youwas poised on his lips as he opened his eyes and peered deep into hers. He swallowed the words when he encountered bank-safe grade steel shutters instead of the peek into her soul he’d seen earlier.

Not only was her guard back up, it was fortified and re-enforced.Odin’s Nordic cock, she realized she had a vulnerable moment and shut it down quick.That did not bode well for his chances of getting more than some heated nights out of her. But, he’d settle for what he could get…for now.

Stacy shot up from the bed and started searching, for her underwear, he assumed. As much as he wanted to jump up and toss her back down on that bed, he couldn’t. She was already bolting like a deer that just caught scent of a hunter, and if he threatened her retreat in any way, he would be going backward with her. As she got dressed, she thanked him for a wonderful evening.Fucking thanked him.It was all he could do to bite his tongue over that. The iron tang in the back of his throat told him it was in the literal sense.

“…But you know, I’m not a ‘spend the night’ kind of girl. I hope you understand and it doesn’t affect our friendship. I would like to do this again…”

As Stacy went on and on, stumbling over her words, he had a choice to make. Not really, he always knew he’d take any crumb she’d offered him, but damn it all, he wasn’t going to be her chump. Not completely, anyway. You mean not to her knowledge, chump,he scolded himself roughly.

Propping up on his elbow, he finally spoke, “Of course, it won’t affect how I feel about you.” He worded it so it wouldn’t be a lie, because it most certainly would impact their friendship, but it wouldn’t stop him from loving her. “However, if you want to do this again, you have to give me something. I won’t be just a booty call, not even for you. At least agree to go out with me. That way, it will be separate from our other current relationship.” Again, he parsed his words carefully.

“You’ve known me for a year now, and how many dates have you seen me go on? I don’t date, I fuck. I know that intimidates most men and makes me seem like a slut, but there it is. You…”

Dax interrupted, “I’m not most men and I know you’re not a slut, but I won’t be just a fuck for you.” For a man who gave up the f-bomb years ago, he sure was dropping them like a B-52. “So, either go out with me at least once, or we go back to the way things were yesterday.”

Following her visual inspection of his body, Dax pushed the sheet down and confidently stroked himself, enjoying the flare of her nostrils and the spark in her eyes. He wasn’t above using what she wanted to get what he wanted. Even if it wasn’t all he wanted, it was a start. Although, he knew if she agreed, it would be because she wanted to, not because he manipulated her. She was most definitely not a woman who would be led by her libido. Dax was just going to remind her of what she stood to gain, physically at least, by agreeing.

When her eyes reached his face, he licked his lips and winked, stroking harder and letting his pleasure reflect in his features. The little intake of breath and shudder that rippled down her body was proof that she wanted him, and he was thrilled.

“Okay, asshat, you win. One date, but I get to choose where we go and what we do?” A devious grin graced her lips before she turned to go. She stopped and looked over her shoulder right before she exited. “And for the record, I wanted to go out with you, so don’t get a big head thinking you won.”

Dax started to pump his cock with vigor, letting his sounds of self-pleasure chase her down the hallway. His voice cut through the air right before the sound of the door opening, “Noted counselor, noted.”

As the door shut, Dax pulled an orgasm from his cock, while his mouth pulled Stacy’s name from his heart.

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