Page 69 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“Here?” I gasp, glancing at the surrounding buildings.
“You like being watched.”
I like being watched byDaxton. But now that I’m in this moment, the risk, the unknown, that a stranger in a nearby building could see us having sex is the hottest, most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
Daxton lays me down, his eyes on my body as he releases me and stands tall. Unlike the glimpse I got of Daxton jerking off in the shower, this time I get a proper view of his body. Standing in front of me, completely naked, he is perfection. A wall of muscles and ink and power.
My gaze travels lower. Knowing where my attention is, Daxton grabs the base of his shaft and gives one pump, groaning at the movement. I lick my lips and meet his eyes, shuddering at how he watches me with such need and impatience. My body aches, desperate to feel his thick length inside me.
“I need to get a condom. Don’t move.”
“No.” I push up onto my elbows. “I don’t want to wait.”
“I’ll be back in one second.”
“It’s not just that. I don’t want to use one. I don’t want any barriers.”
His eyebrows draw together, and even in the dark, I can see how tense his face is. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“Because you don’t realize how tempting you’re being right now. I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
“You don’t need to worry. I’m on the pill.”
His gaze turns possessive and full of jealousy. “Have you had sex without a condom before?”
“You would be my first.”
Daxton lets out a groan of frustration. “Everything you say is the complete opposite of what I need to be hearing.” He claws a hand through his hair and looks out at the city in contemplation.
The wait has my groin throbbing with pain, so I touch my clit, attempting to ease the ache. The tiniest sigh escapes my lips, turning Daxton’s attention back to me.
His gaze lowers to my hand. “Fuck.”
That’s all it takes for him to lose control. Daxton climbs onto the daybed, hovering over me. My legs curl around his waist, feeling the tip of his length meet my entrance. Instead of thrusting into me, Daxton grabs my hips and pulls me onto his cock in one sharp movement, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out as my body stretches to fit him. Never have I felt so full. Never have I heard anything as amazing as the guttural sounds leaving Daxton’s lips. His breath trembles as he pulls out in one prolonged motion, then thrusts back into me, his face in pain.
“Fuck, Jordan.” Daxton stills, his head falling to my shoulder while he takes a slow breath. “You are creating a monster in me. I don’t think I can ever use a condom again.”
A perfect monster. I never want to feel the barrier of a condom between us.
Composing himself, Daxton rises above me again, his jaw tight as he thrusts. I moan and arch into him, the back of my head digging into the mattress. Daxton’s lips find mine; his kiss is soft and his arms tremble as his hips find a slow rhythm. I gaze up at him, a lump forming in my throat when I find his eyes boring into me with none of the darkness from a moment ago, but tenderness. He said he was going to make love to me, and that’s exactly what this is. My core tightens at the knowledge, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“You and me, Jordan, we’re meant to be.”
“We are,” I murmur, fastening my legs around Daxton and pulling him into me as deeply possible.
He hisses through clenched teeth. “So fucking deep, baby. Is that how you like it?”
I nod, unable to speak through the pleasure. With one hand supporting himself as he continues deep and slow thrusts, Daxton watches his other hand explore my body as it memorizes the curve of my thigh and ass. His hand glides over my ribcage, my breast, and he keeps working his dick into me as he brings my nipple into his mouth. I cling to Daxton’s shoulders as his tongue sends another burst of sparks through me.
“Believe me when I say I am fucking in love with your body, Jordan. I think about having sex with you all day, every day. Fuck.” He stops mid thrust, his face tense as if straining to hold back from coming. “You are so fucking tight.”
Daxton takes another deep breath, then continues thrusting, this time watching his cock slide in and out of me. I love the way he watches us and wonder whether anyone else is witnessing this moment, seeing Daxton bring me to the brink of an orgasm. The thought only excites me, sending a thrill through me and making my inner muscles clench tighter around Daxton.
He pulls out suddenly, his chest heaving. “You feel too good. I don’t want this to be over yet,” he says, then fills the emptiness between my legs with his fingers, rubbing my clit in small circles and intensifying the ache.
“Don’t make me come like this,” I plead. “I want you in me. I need you to come inside me.”
