Page 30 of Double Dirty
“I’m not being someone else. I’m being what you need, which is all I want.”
“I just want you. However you’ll have me,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Lexi rose up on her knees, smiling at me like the cat that got the cream. I fisted my cock and fed it into her as she lowered her lush hips over me. Her lower lip drooped as she gasped. I filled her, felt her spread her legs more to try to adjust to my thickness.
“Yeah, take it, take it all,” I hissed, trying to hold myself under control when I wanted to rut in her hard and fast.
“Aahhh,” she said, eyes big and dark. She rolled her lips under, bit them. Her hands rested on my chest and she started to rock on me, moving my shaft inside her, hitting all those places that made her squirm.
I could tell she liked the control, got off a little on setting the pace even though it was killing me. She rolled her hips, her beautiful breasts rising and falling with every stroke. She panted as it got harder to breathe. I stroked her breasts, her thighs and hips, tried to keep it as leisurely as I could, but I was on the edge. I flexed my hips up to meet her down stroke and filled her all the way. That earned me a moan from her kiss-swollen lips. Softly, I reminded myself, because she was sore, and because she needed intimacy from me sometimes, not just wild passion. I pushed myself up until I was sitting with her in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close and rocking with her, kissing behind her ear, down her neck.
“I love you, Lexi,” I whispered.
“I love you, and I love it when you whisper, when youtouch me like this. It’s—it’s too much,” she said, turning her face. I saw a tear track down her cheek, and I kissed it.
“Don’t cry, baby. This is what you have now, and what you deserve. I’m not letting you go. Neither of us ever would. I want you to stay forever,” I said, my voice ragged as I moved inside the hot satin of her passage.
“Oh!” she said, burying her face in my neck and rocking harder against me, my cock trapped inside her.
I flattened my palm on her back, cupped her head with the other hand and kissed her hair as she came in long clenching rolls around me. I gritted my teeth against it. As the last flutters of her orgasm subsided, Lexi started kissing my neck, grazing my throat with her teeth lightly, giving me an edge to the pleasure that wound me up like she knew it would. Until I rolled her onto her back and stroked into her, getting the friction I needed from her tightness, the pleasure of her nipples rubbing my chest as I lay above her. I climaxed, shoulders shaking as I held myself up. I kissed her forehead after I came, then leaned my forehead against hers. When I rolled onto my side, I held her in my arms. We napped together, wrapped up in each other.
When I woke, she was shaking me, “Are you okay?” she said.
“Yeah, yeah. Why?”
“You were making some noise in your sleep, acting like something was wrong.”
“It was just a dream,” I said dismissively, rubbing my hands over my face.
It had been another dream about Watts, a dream where we didn’t get to her in time. It was good to have her arms around me, reminding me she was fine, that she was healthy and whole, and we hadn’t lost her.
“I wish I’d been there,” I said finally. “When Leoconfronted Watts at the store. I would’ve beaten the hell out of him. I wouldn’t have let up either, not until he was dead. He never could’ve hurt you again.”
“Don’t. Don’t say that. You’d be in jail, and I would’ve lost my job.”
“Let’s have a shower and go spar for a little bit, since it got cut short last time.”
“I don’t know if I have the strength. I’ve got two sex gods putting me through my paces in the bedroom, Rafe. I may not be up to sparring.”
“You’ve got to build up your endurance. You’ve got two men to satisfy now. We’ll let you rest—a little—but we both crave you too much. Go take a bath, get dressed,” I said.
“Okay, but you’re a total slave driver. I don’t want abs, I told you that. I just want to be able to defend myself if I have to.”
“So we’ll practice that. Although I want some stakes to fight for. If I get you in a hold you can’t escape using techniques I’ve taught you, then you’ll have to give me something.”
“Are we talking breakfast in bed or like fifty push-ups?” she said dubiously.
“I’d consider a kiss as payment.”
“So what about you? When I get away and prove that I’m a badass, what do I get?”
“Bragging rights. And maybe I’ll do push-ups with my shirt off. I know you like that.”
“That’s a deal,” she said, shaking my hand.
At the gym, I couldn’t believe how much she’d improved. Since the first time I’d worked with her when she was shy and anxious, she’d changed so much, gained such confidence, both in and out of the sparring ring. In and out of bed, as well. She escaped hold after hold, ducking undermy elbow, striking at my nose and my ears. I was proud, but I mainly loved the flush of pride on her face, knowing she got away from me whenever I tried to attack.
“Push-ups!” she commanded, pointing at the mat.