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“Flatten and stick out your tongue. There you go. Now, breathe out through your mouth.” I do as I’m told, and he starts to take control of the movement. His hips buck under me, as his fingers that are weaved in my hair guide my mouth over his hardness. “That’s it. Oh, fuck your mouth’s so fucking perfect. Suck this cock, sweetheart. Fuck.”
As he pushes in and out of my mouth, I use my tongue to push against the shaft and swirl it around. I grab the base of his cock and wrap my hand around the rest of him that I can’t get into my mouth, allowing his movement to stroke himself in my hand.
I moan as his speed picks up and his breathing becomes ragged. “Fuck, you have no idea how good this feels. I’m gonna come down that throat of yours, sweetheart. Look up at me. I want your eyes on me as I come in that sweet, warm mouth of yours.”
My eyes flit up towards him, and he holds me still while he thrusts into my mouth. My eyes start to water as I try to keep from gagging, his cock hitting deeper inside my mouth. He stops with a silent roar as a warmness fills my mouth. He watches as he continues to pulse inside me, eventually stilling, his head falling back on my bed.
I swallow and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. Before I can shift off the bed, he drags me up next to him on the bed, pulling me to lay my head on his chest. The moment’s way more intimate than I’m comfortable with, but it still feels strangely good. Still, I’m confused as to why any of this just happened. Why am I laying on Dax’s chest after I just blew him? Why was he between my legs making me see stars?
“Why are you here, Dax?” I whisper.
For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just runs his fingers through my hair. Again, the act is completely way more intimate than I would expect from him. He tenses a bit but then relaxes.
“I don’t know. I was going to head to my dorm, but then I thought of that letter that Mason said you got and something in me wanted to check on you.”
“Why?”
I feel his shoulders shrug. “I don’t know.” He lets out a deep breath.
“Well, I’m sure the letter is just a cruel prank. This school is definitely not short of assholes, so anyone could just be trying to get a rise out of me.”
"Just get some sleep. It’s late,” he says softly.
I close my eyes and curl closer to Daxon, though I’m not sure why. He has pretty much tormented me since coming to Darkwood. He has been constantly questioning why I’m here. As if I’m here for a nefarious reason.
The three of them have been circling me since I stepped on campus, but no matter how much I try to pull away, we always seem to find a way to be drawn to each other. Right now? Here at this very moment? This is downright scary. How I feel lying next to him, how comfortable I feel, how not alone I feel, that should raise flags. But it doesn’t.
Instead, it makes me relaxed. His presence is relaxing me.
I curl into him deeper and hear him sigh. My eyes start to get heavy when I hear him say, “I’m sorry.”
Before I can ask what he means, sleep wins me over.
twenty-two
PHOENIX
When I awoke this morning,Daxon wasn’t there. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was a Daxon smell to my sheets and that I was naked from the waist down, I seriously would think that it had all been a dream. Of course, being naked from the waist down could’ve meant I stripped myself in my dream, but I know it was real. That fucking orgasm was real. The taste of him in my mouth was real. None of that was a dream.
But there is a part of me that is completely confused by the events. Let’s just start with how he got into my dorm room, let alone my bedroom. Then I can’t even begin to process how I felt with him over me, the weight of his body on top of mine. The heat radiating off him, his soft lips and sharp bites on my skin. Let’s not focus on his words, or his confusing actions of pulling me into him after we were done messing around. All of that has left me in utter confusion.
And when I woke up, he was gone. I actually experienced sadness from having that asshole leave me. I mean, he’s tormented me and had his goons mess with me, but him leaving my room after what happened last night actually affected me in a way I didn’t expect it to.
Oh, and I slept soundly for the first time in a long time. No dreams of my mother in a tub, seeing my father go over a cliff. No dreams of people coming after me and tormenting me. No, I slept peacefully, in his arms after one of the best orgasms of my life.
Bastard.
I slowly slide into my desk in history class, trying to draw little attention to myself, still on edge from the constant tormenting. Mason, already at his desk, turns to me with a huge smile on his face and wiggling his eyebrows. Shit.
“Hey, Red. So, how did you sleep last night?” Mason leans over, his body incredibly close to mine. Heat rolls off from him as he drapes his arm around the back of my chair.
“How I slept is none of your business.” I push his arm off my chair and the minute my skin touches his, my breath catches. A weird sensation travels through me. I drop my hand and face the front, trying to regain my composure.
Wow, I’m a horny bitch.
Reaching into my bag, I pull out my book and notebook and do everything I can to focus on anything but the solid slab of hotness next to me. The chair next to me scrapes against the floor, and warm fingers come up to the side of my face and tuck my hair behind my ear.
I feel a heated breath next to my ear. “I bet you looked so beautiful when you came. So sexy as you exploded in pure ecstasy. I’m so fucking jealous he got to see that. To taste you.” I shiver from his whispered words. “God, to hear you scream my name as you grind your pussy on my face. Fuck.” I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back a whimper.