“Better.” I grip his shoulders and widen myself further.
“Mm. How about this?” A second finger joins, stretching me to fit him. A moan slips between my lips, giving him his answer. “Good girl.”
The praise makes me blush, which only fuels his confidence.
A second before I feel the peak of my pleasure, he pulls out. I could scream at him for doing it, but he pushes me back against the counter with a nudge and pulls off my leggings and panties. His fingers are back inside of me, angled just so that they’rehitting a tender spot. He knows what he’s doing, and I can’t stop him. I don’twantto stop him.
“Faster!” I gasp, rolling my hips higher, all the while gripping his wrist.
The second his pace picks up, I feel my stomach tighten. The wet sucking of his fingers pushing in and out of me is working me up just as much as what he’s doing. Dax pumps into my pussy harder, faster, flicking against my tender walls. I can feel how wet I am as it rolls down the back of my ass, pooling on the cool ceramic countertop beneath me.
Breathless, I manage a small, “I’m close.”
Dax presses his thumb to my clit, and I close my eyes against the wave of pleasure that follows. The moment I feel my release hit the peak of my excitement, two red eyes cloaked in darkness clutch my senses, and I ride the rush of my orgasm with Gray’s name poised silently in my mind. I’m sure I’ll feel guilty about that later.
“Fuck, baby.” I look through my lashes and see him pulling his shirt off. It’s splotched with wet spots from my orgasm. He leans over me, a satisfied grin plastered on his smug face. “You soaked my shirt.”
“Stop,” I whine, smacking his arm with the hand that isn’t holding me up.
“No. It’s fucking hot.” He snags one of my breasts with his mouth and nips it, licking his way down the curve of my stomach. Once settled between my thighs, Dax encases my sex with his hot mouth.
He kisses me, open-mouthed, and hungry. His hands wrap around my thighs, burying himself deeper. I feel his tongue lick from my opening up to my clit, and then back down. Meanwhile, I’m melting all over his counter. A human puddle made of hormones and nerves. Completely undone by his magic mouth,I come hard again and fall back. I am just the Jell-O inside a flimsy plastic cup at this point.
“I can never get enough of you,” he says, lifting himself up from between my thighs. His face is glistening with my cum. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Please,” I beg.
He just laughs as he pulls down his sweats. I mourn the loss of those, but his dick is a nice consolation prize. He’s thick and beautifully shaped, with a bead of precum already forming on the pink head of his erection. Dax catches me eyeing him, and he leans forward, slanting his lips over mine. I taste myself on him, mixed with his coffee.
“I’m gonna pump you full of my cum,” he whispers against my mouth, rubbing the tip of his cock against my wetness. Silently, I thank the gods that the man had a vasectomy back in college. I sigh as he slicks his length up and down before pushing into the hilt. The rush of heat that wraps around me is indescribable. Once he’s fully seated, he spreads my legs wider and pulls out.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant. And he does. The stress of the past two nights, from our fight to my stalker to my mysterious new roommate, left me feeling like a ball of anxiety. Adding Ronnie’s engagement to the mix didn’t make it any better, either. I didn’t know how badly I needed to let my mind take a break or let my body unwind. Sex used to be my distraction, but now it was just part of my self-care routine.
I could do this all day, I think, drunk on pleasure. The pressure when he pushes back in is the kind of nourishment I was craving.
Dax grunts, pulling me back to the moment. His long, slow strokes build until he finds his rhythm, then he’s finally fucking me like we haven’t had sex in weeks. The sound of our skin connecting is like fuel to my building fire. He’s got my body so worked up that when the orgasm finally hits again, I can’tbreathe. My pleasure melts around me like ice cream on a summer’s day. There are stars when I close my eyes, and little fireworks are going off in my fingertips and toes.
A few seconds after the pinnacle of my release, Dax slams hard into me, trembling, filling me up. It takes a minute for him to get his bearings, then he finds me in the mess of his hair. He straightens and pushes it back, pulling out of me slowly. For a second, he just stands there, staring at my pussy with his cock still fully erect, dripping with my cum and his on it. There’s something about him in the post-sex glow that always makes me want more.
“Damn!” he says suddenly, looking behind him.
“What?” Panic surges forward.
He turns back, a playful smile on his lips. “I forgot about the coffee.”
I reach up and slap his chest. “Ha ha. Real cute.”
He laughs, reaching for his sweats and putting them back on. I sit up on the counter, still naked, and watch him pour himself a cup of coffee. He blows on it, then sips, and his entire body shivers from that one drink.
“Don’t you take cream?” I ask.
He drinks again and then smacks his lips together. “Nah. You got enough cream for the both of us.”
I blush. “You’re so cringey sometimes.”
He shrugs, glancing at the clock on the coffee pot. I follow his gaze and see the time. It’s a quarter after nine. “Still early. You got any plans for the day?”
Aside from acclimating a pretty old vampire to modern day tech and fashion? No, nothing. I shrug. “I kind of wanted to go shopping later.”
