Page 77 of Our Long Days
His hand darts up to grasp my jaw, his grip firm but gentle. It’s magnetic, the way my body curves toward him, bending and twisting so every inch of us is touching. “I came here to teach you a lesson. Before that, I want you to know one thing.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m proud of you. Good job.”
I ignite under his praise. “You said something about a lesson…”
“It’s rude to leave your toys out on my bed,” he grits. The rough pad of his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Do you enjoy torturing me?”
“Me?” Voice honeyed, dripping with defiance, I arch into him. “That doesn’t sound like me.”
I’m guilty as the day is long. When I hung up on Dex last night, my fun didn’t end. As instructed, in only his shirt, I left my scent on his sheets—while getting myself off on them.
I may have left it front and center on his bed before leaving for my mom’s house.
Oops.
Dex growls, and before he can respond, I open my mouth, swirling my tongue over his thumb.
A deep purr travels up his throat. The tension is akin to a thunderstorm. Flashes and bolts spark between us, and the more I tease, the closer to the eye of the storm we drift. Electricity drives from my body into his; our passion is a living, breathing current of energy.
Thunder is next, and the crack is audible when I bare my teeth, biting down lightly.
Boom.
The room spins. My surprised expression appears in the mirror, his rugged face hovering behind me. He rucks my dress up around my waist and cracks a palm over my exposed skin.
“Dex!” I cry then slap a hand over my mouth. We’re on the opposite end of the house from the dining room, and though Ican hear the tumble dryer shaking next door, anyone could stumble back here.
Dex looms behind me. “I could fucking smell you. On my sheets, my shirts. That goddamn toy.” He nips at my shoulder while one hand journeys south to cup my ass cheek, squeezing and lifting. With deft movements, he yanks my thong down my legs and guides me to step out of it.
My arousal trickles down the inside of my thighs, and when his finger brushes my center, a wicked smile paints his face. “Is this for me, Florence? Your pussy is dripping. Did you miss me that much?”
I gasp when a thick finger slides into me. “My toy. I’m remembering how my toy felt.”
He sucks his teeth. “Your toy, huh? I bet it didn’t fill you as well as I do.” He stresses his words with a harsh thrust of his hand. “We both know you can take a lot bigger. But can you take both?”
My wide eyes meet his in the mirror. With the way I’m bent over, my panting breaths fog the glass. I swipe a hand over the condensation so he can see me clearly. “Are you afraid of the competition?”
Something between a scoff and a chuckle leaves him. “Toys aren’t my rivals, baby.” A second finger joins the first, stretching me. “They’re my allies.”
Then, he’s gone, and the sound of his zipper buzzes in my ears. “Dex, my family,” I whisper.
“You want to stop?” he asks carefully.
Energy bounces around me, from his sudden appearance to shouting at my brothers. I know the answer before it leaves my mouth. “No.”
His eyes glow and his thick, hot length slaps against my lower back. “Then you better keep that bratty little mouth shut.” He pushes me between the shoulder blades. “Bend forward for me. That’s it. Fuck, you’re a sight.”
I’m a goner.
Pain blooms on my lip as I stifle my cry when he fills me in one hard thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble, hands scrambling over the granite vanity.
His hot breath tickles my ear. “Shh, Trouble. We don’t want anyone to hear.”
My response is an incoherent string of random words.
One hand wrapped around my waist, the other curls around my nape. He angles my body exactly to his liking, and then, he fucks me, powerful thrust after powerful thrust. I’m completely at his mercy.
Somehow, I stay quiet, and all the while, our eyes remain locked in the mirror, not breaking the connection once.
