Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Dex

In a flash, I tear myself away from her magnificent tits and then spin her around, forcing her hands flat against the wood planks of the door. Her breath catches high in her throat, and I can’t help my satisfied grin. I reach around and undo her button and fly, and then slowly, so fucking slowly, slide her trousers down her hips, over her plump arse, until they’re latched around her ankles.

Reflexively she steps out of them, shoving them out of the way with her foot. She’s breathing so hard, from being worked up, or from nerves, I’m not sure which. Her forearms press into the dark wood door, her forehead leaning between them as she stares down at the floor, averting her gaze from me. The voracious princess from the car is back to being my shy rose, but that won’t keep for long.

I take a step back and groan at the sight before me. Long blonde hair, wild and messy down her back. Pale skin, white lace, and curved hips. And her arse. Sweet mother in heaven, it’s so bloody perfect I can hardly stand it.

Just like the rest of her.

I take a step forward, my hands rubbing the globes of her arse, and I lower myself to my knees. Far from the most comfortable position given the inhospitable floors, but the way she squirms in front of me is well worth the discomfort.

“Has anyone ever done this, love? Eaten you out from behind?”

A head shake. That’s all she’s giving me.

“Good.”

My fingers twine in the thin strings on either side of her hips, and then in one fast motion, I tear her underwear from her. Before she can even formulate a noise or a response, I’m spreading her cheeks, tilting her hips back toward me, and burying my face inside her pussy. She shivers against me as she cries out. My fingers knead the soft globes of her arse as my tongue plunges up inside her tight cunt, and I immediately groan.

Because fuck .

How is this real?

How did I get lucky enough to be stuck in the same cabin with my high school crush, and she just so happens to ask me to be the man to help her into a sexual awakening? I feel as though I should go out and play the lottery or hit up Las Vegas.

She has no clue about all the ways I want her. I would have given anything for a shot with her back then, and now this is the chance I never thought I’d get or was entitled to.

I won’t pretend to imagine anything beyond this. I’ve been burned, and so has she. It’s a week of fun and a week of pleasure, and I plan to deliver both to her. But I can already feel that I’ll miss her when this is done. And I know the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her will be etched into my mind, never to be washed away or replaced.

It’s that thought that tightens my grip and has me diving in deeper, licking my way around her clit. She’s moaning and swiveling her hips and reaching behind her back to rip at my hair. She can’t decide what to do with me back here, eating her this way, and it’s absolutely fantastic.

“I can’t get enough of the way you taste.” Like skin and soap and so fucking feminine and perfect, my cock pulses with a singular need. Her . “I’m going to suck on your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

I trace my finger to her clit, playing with the swollen, sensitive nub as my tongue thrusts in and out of her. Her legs shake, and the noises she’s making I already know are the first of their kind to come from her.

A man has never taken his time with her. He’s never eaten her cunt just to taste it and feel it and watch as she comes undone. He’s never wanted her the way I want her, and it makes me angry. And pleased.

Angry because she’s my age and has likely never had good sex until now. Pleased because I’m the one to finally give it to her. Speaking of…

“Please,” she whimpers, crying out against the door as I pick up my pace.

Her sounds are my total undoing, and I dive deeper into her like a man possessed. My hand holds her ass open, my nose practically pressed against her forbidden hole. I let my finger slide inside her, switching things around and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her thighs spread wider to accommodate me, opening herself up, and I smile against her wet flesh before I blow cool air on her.

“Ah. Oh, my hell.”

“That’s it.” I pump in and out of her, rubbing my finger against her front wall as I do. “You’re so tight, Faina. I need to put my cock in you and feel the way your pussy grips it.”

“Dex,” she pants, her head falling back.

“Yes, love. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…” she trails off.

“You want me to make you come?”

“God, yes.”

“You’re so sexy,” I purr against her, licking at her clit. “You like it when I do that, don’t you?” She whimpers, and I suck her clit into my mouth, feeling her pussy quiver against my finger as I fuck her with it. “I love how wet you are for me. Push your arse back toward me. I want to feel all of you. Your body is mine tonight.”

She shamelessly grinds against my face as I increase the pressure on her clit while adding a second finger, curling it, and rubbing her inner spot. All I can breathe— all I can taste —is her. An intoxicating drug along with her moans and pleas and cries of pleasure. I suck on her clit, using my tongue to play with it. Her thighs shake, her knees ready to give out, and her hand claws at the door.

Flicking her clit with my tongue one last time, she comes, muffling her scream in her arm as she writhes against my face. My hips thrust forward into empty air, aimlessly seeking only what she can provide. Then something washes over me. A memory. She sags against the door, her chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath.

Victory surges in my chest as a self-satisfied smile curls up my lips. I feel giddy. Euphoric even. I made Faina come, and like the teenage boy she makes me feel like, I mentally high-five myself for it. She’s so beautiful, so bloody perfect—all fucking mine.

I give her pussy one last kiss and then slide my fingers from her, sucking them into my mouth. “I fucked my bed and came all over my sheets when I was seventeen, picturing doing exactly this to you.”

Her head flashes back, and she rips at my hair, forcing my head back. Her eyes are owl-wide, dark blue, and saddled with lust. “You did?”

I laugh at her bewildered expression. “Princess, you were the prettiest girl in our school. The smartest too. I never stood a chance with my rubbish grades and bad boy tendencies, but that didn’t mean I didn’t notice you, and that certainly didn’t mean I didn’t want you. Whether you believe it or not, I thought about you a lot when I was alone in my bed.”

The flush on her cheeks intensifies, and suddenly she’s spinning around to face me. I stand, towering over her, yet she manages to knock me down to nothing when she places her small hand on my chest over my pounding heart and stares up into my eyes.

“You mean that?”

“Absolutely.”

She grins. “Catch.”

“Pardo—oomph.” My lungs empty as she jumps up into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist.

“I’m not that heavy.”

“You’re a feather in the wind, little elf. Does this give me the freedom to carry you upstairs? As much as I’d love the wildness of fucking you down here against the front door, I think I might enjoy splaying you out on a bed so we’re able to reap the full benefits of positioning.”

I don’t give her the chance to answer. Instead, I spin us around, gripping her by the upper thighs just beneath her arse, and then head for the stairs. My mouth attacks hers, wanting her to taste herself on me, but also, I don’t know how to not kiss her for longer than a minute.

Her kisses are drugging. They’re euphoric, and with every pass of her lips and tongue, my skin buzzes and my insides hum. It’s the same sensation I get right before I take the stage. Like my body knows something truly amazing is about to happen, and I don’t want to miss a second of it.

I jog up the steps, taking them at a pace that jostles her body and makes her yelp when I bite at her breast that’s right in my face. This bra has to go. I don’t know why I left it on all this time. I could have already had her naked. I could have had unfettered access to these beauties, and I’ve wasted precious seconds here.

“You need to strip,” she demands as we reach the summit of the stairs and I walk her into the bedroom.

“Funny, I was just thinking about how I need to remove your bra so I can have you fully naked.”

I set her down on the bed and stare with such uncontrollable lust as she reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra. The straps slip from her petite shoulders, one and then the other, and the cups follow suit, revealing her stunning breasts before she tosses it who cares where.

“You’re never to wear a bra again,” I say, the words shooting out.

Her head tilts, her long hair cascading over her chest, covering one nipple. It’s the ultimate tease. She looks like one of those Renaissance paintings. “I sort of have to.”

I shake my head. “Not while we’re here then. In this house, I will need constant access to these.” And then I shove her back onto the bed, climb on top of her, and capture one pretty pink nipple in my mouth. This woman tastes like fucking candy. Like the goddamn sugar cookies she made this morning.

One hand comes up, lifting the heavy swell of her other breast in my hand, testing its weight, already knowing I’m going to fuck these magnificent things. I groan at the thought and switch to her other breast while using the pad of my thumb to rub the wetness I left behind all around her nipple. She’s flat out, thighs spread, knees hiked up on either side of my hips, hands in my hair, eyes closed.

“You’re still dressed,” she gasps as I bite down on her nipple. “Please, Dex. I want to see you. I want to touch too.”

I puff out a breath, my forehead falling to her chest, and then I force myself back, taking in the lovely creature beneath me, and I feel it in my chest. A pinching. A tightening. A foreboding spasm. Something that’s telling me this could get out of hand, and I should run now.

Only I know that’s impossible.

The last six hours with her have been the most fun I’ve had in far too long and I don’t want this to end. It’s just the madness of the past few weeks that’s ramping this up in my head. That’s all that is. I’ll take her a hundred times over this week, and it’ll be enough because it has to be, and then we’ll both walk away with fond memories and nothing more.

Or maybe we’ll be those people who meet up every so often and have a fling.

But that’s all this can be, and I’d do right by both of us in remembering that.

I reach behind my head and pull my T-shirt and jumper over my head. I toss them aside, and then she’s sitting up, her hands immediately going to my abs, palms flat as they slide their way up to my pecks and shoulders.

“You have a lot of ink,” she says admiringly.

I gulp at the feel of her hands on my bare skin and nod. Her touch is like fire, sizzling a path over me and leaving burning embers in her wake.

“Is it a rock star thing or a Dex thing?” she questions, and my eyebrows bounce in surprise. No one’s ever asked me that. They’ve always just assumed it’s because I’m a musician.

“A me thing,” I tell her, taking the long strands of her flaxen hair and pushing them back over her shoulders. “Each one symbolizes something to me. An era I went through. Like a chapter in my life, I don’t want to forget, whether good or bad.”

She swirls a finger along the angel wings I have on my flank, and I shudder, making her smile. “What’s this one? It’s different from the others.”

“I got it when my mum died five months ago.”

Sadness lines her features, and I trace the twist between her brows down to the dip of her upper lip. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” She lifts her chin to kiss the tip of my finger.

I smile and lean down to take her lips. “I called her after Will’s wedding. Told her what I said about you that day. She called me a miserable git who didn’t deserve your air. She wasn’t wrong.”

Faina snickers. “I always liked your mom, though I only met her a few times.”

She kisses me back and goes for the button and zipper of my trousers, and suddenly we’re back to that frenzy we can’t seem to escape for long. Our lips kiss messily as she shoves my trousers and boxer briefs down over my arse and hips until my cock springs free. My fingers toy with her wet pussy, rubbing her clit in earnest as I use the balls of my feet to kick off my trousers. I kneel on the bed, climbing in between her thighs and pressing my hands into the mattress on either side of her head as I kiss her. I grind into her, feeling her fucking incredible wet heat on my swollen cock, only to growl in frustration and pull away.

“What is it?” she breathes, watching me with dark eyes as I go for my wallet.

“Condom,” I grit out, my cock angry and leaking.

“Hurry!”

I smirk but feel the same urgency as I flip through my wallet and produce the foil packet.

I turn back to her, staring at the goddess before me. “Spread your legs, Faina, and show me how badly you want me.”

“W-what?” Her cheeks flush the loveliest shade of rose as lust and uncertainty battle across her face.

“Show me exactly what you want me to do to you. I want to see how you want my cock to fuck you.”

“Oh, God,” she hisses, her eyes closing and her head tilting back.

“Come on. Do it. Fuck yourself. Show me how deep you want me to go.”

She shudders and then hesitantly glides her hand over her body, sliding it down until she’s cupping her mound.

“Wider, Faina. Spread your fucking legs and show me exactly how you want to get fucked. I swear it, I’m going to make you scream in pleasure, but I want to see how naughty my good girl can be first.”

“Fuck.” She makes a strangled noise, and then she spreads her thighs wide and slips two fingers straight into her cunt. My cock jerks, practically smacking my abs as if to say, “Hey, remember me, that’s where I’m supposed to go.” My breaths come out choppy and ragged at the erotic sight before me.

Never have I seen anything sexier in my life than Faina fucking herself to my command.

With my eyes on her pink pussy and glistening fingers, I tear open the condom with my teeth and sheath myself up, absently shaking my head at the way my hands tremble as I do it. In a flash I’m back on her, standing at the foot of the bed as she continues to pump her fingers in and out.

I bend down and swirl my tongue around her clit, and she whimpers.

“Please, Dex. I want you inside of me. So badly.”

Christ. This woman. “I can’t wait another second to slide inside of you, princess. Eyes on me as I do.”

I raise her calves until they’re nestled on my shoulders, and with my hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I line myself up and then slowly push into her all the way to the hilt.

My lungs empty, and sweat immediately coats my brow. “Christ, princess, you have the tightest fucking cunt.” My jaw locks so I don’t shoot myself into her now. “Are you okay?” I ask because her back arches and her hands shoot up over her head, grasping onto the bed linens.

“Ah! You’re big.”

“Best compliment ever, but are you okay?”

With her eyes pinched tightly shut, she nods.

“You sure? Because I have to move or I’m going to die. It’s a certifiable fact.” As it is, my voice already sounds like I’ve run a marathon and lost.

“Move,” she commands, her eyes slashing open, and pinning to mine. “I want to be fucked. Please. I need this too. Remember your assignment. I’m here to learn all the best ways to fuck, and that means you can’t go easy on me. I want you to tell me exactly what to do to get you off.”

“Jesus,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “You’re a goddamn dream, Faina. There is nothing even remotely boring about you. Fucking nothing.” Sliding back, I stare down at where her wet pussy grips my cock like it’s its long-lost lover, and then I push all the way back in, thrusting up as I do.

She moans, her eyes closing and her head going flat against the white duvet.

“Yes. That. Is that good for you too?”

Is she kidding? “It’s fucking heaven.”

And then I start to pound.

Hoisting her up, I move her until her arse is off the bed and her knees are on my shoulders, and she can’t do anything other than take every inch of my cock as I slam it into her. Her tits bounce and sway as her body repeatedly swallows my cock like the good little girl she is. Only I don’t want Faina to be good. I want my little elf to be very, very naughty.

I want her to not just take but to give, and to give the way she wants to.

“Princess,” I hiss through my teeth because fuuuuck , I’m in her deep, and fuuuuck, she feels good. “I want you to ride me.”

She blinks open her glazed eyes. “Ride you?” The words are a foreign language on her tongue as she repeats them.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me. I want you to show me what you like.”

She shakes her head, and I start to slow down, grinding in and out of her, swiveling my hips. “I don’t… isn’t this so I can learn how to not be boring?”

Jesus. What did that twat do to her,? I wrap her legs around my waist and then lean forward until our chests are pressed together and my face hovers inches over hers. I roll into her with short, upward thrusts that make her eyes roll back in her head, but I cup her jaw and force her eyes straight back to mine.

“You are not a robot. You are not a vessel for my pleasure or any man’s pleasure. There is nothing sexier or hotter than watching a woman getting off and knowing you’re the one doing that to her. If a man takes from you without giving and then has the fucking audacity to call you boring, he’s the shitty lay. Not you. I swear to you now, there is nothing boring about watching you ride me. It’ll be the show of my life. There is nothing for you to learn that you don’t already know. It’s experience, confidence, and the right partner you’re lacking, nothing else.”

My hand slips beneath her back, and then I’m rolling us on the big bed until she’s sitting astride me, my cock still deep inside her. Her eyes flare when she feels how deep she can go like this.

With my hands on her hips, I lift her and drive her down on me just as my hips thrust up.

“Holy! Ah!”

“You like that?” I rasp, barely hanging on.

She nods her head over and over and over, her hands slamming down on my chest, fingers spread. “Can you do that again?”

“Sweet princess, I’ve got all night and all fucking week to do that again.”

She starts to bounce as I start to fuck up into her, and I wasn’t kidding when I said watching her like this would be the show of my life. Her hair, her flushed skin, her tits, the way her pussy is spread open, giving me the most depraved, lewd view of her… I groan, wanting to taste her again.

Over and over, I fuck her like this. Hard. Rough. So deep I’m buried to the hilt. Our bodies pumping, seeking, destroying as one. Her pussy drinks my cock in, sucking it deep and holding on for dear life. She’s tight. And hot. And fucking wet. And Christ, her pussy is the silkiest slice of heaven I’ve ever experienced, and I tell her that as I continue to drive into her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” It’s a rhythmic pattern I can’t stop as she bounces on me. She rolls forward so her clit can slide against my pelvic bone, but I like her upright, so I pop my thumb into my mouth, getting it nice and wet, and slide it between us, rolling her firm clit.

“Ah! Dex!” she cries, and yesss ! Hell yes! I’m fucking Faina, and she’s loving it and I’m loving it, and I never ever want this to stop. She feels too good. And where she was fucking the wrong men, I was fucking the wrong woman and the wrong women before her.

Faina’s pussy feels like it was made for me.

Her body starts to spasm, her pussy clenching my cock to the point where I see bloody stars behind my eyes, and then she’s coming spectacularly. All over me. Writhing and whimpering and moaning and losing her balance and falling forward for me to catch her. All the while I continue to pound up into her until I’m coming equally as hard, bellowing out her name like she’s the answer to all my prayers.

Her body sags, both of us panting for our lives in thick, heavy gasps. I lick the sweaty crevice of her shoulder, moving the mane of her hair away so I can get better access, but it’s not enough, and I turn her head so I can reclaim her lips.

“You still with me, love?” I ask, smiling at her dopy smile.

“Somewhere, possibly over the rainbow, way, way up high.”

I chuckle, and she giggles, which makes her pussy clench, in turn making me groan. My cock is already pleading for round two, though I know it will need at least five minutes before we can rise to the challenge. With one last kiss, I slip out of her and go about disposing of the condom. Something I’m going to need to purchase in bulk.

By the time I return, ready to snuggle and then fuck my little Christmas elf into another round of orgasms, I find her up on her feet, sliding into leggings and a red jumper.

“What in the name of Santa do you think you’re doing?”

She blinks at me, a radiant, beautiful smile lighting up her face and making her blue eyes glow. “Getting dressed.” She gives me a devilish once-over but then moves on to brushing out her hair. “You should too. It’s a gorgeous snowy day. Let’s go have some fun in it.”

“Some fun in the snow,” I echo because surely she must be kidding. Or still high in some post-orgasmic bliss.

She skips— bloody skips! —over to me and lands right in front of me, planting her chin in the middle of my sternum and gazing up at me in a way that has my chest clenching and my breath tight. “Let’s go on an adventure. I have the perfect place in mind.”

Oh, hell. I’m in a lot of trouble with this one.