Then I lowered my mouth over him.
Dex swore.
The word hit the ceiling and came back down hot.
I took his cock deeper, one hand around the base, the other braced on his thigh. He tasted like salt and heat, and the weight of him on my tongue made my thighs press together. His hand moved to my hair, then stopped like he’d caught himself before taking control.
I looked up at him.
He was propped on one elbow, chest rising hard, crucifix resting against his sternum, eyes fixed on me like he couldn’t look away if the room caught fire.
I took him deeper again.
His hand went into my hair.
Not forcing. Holding. Asking without words.
I hummed around him to answer.
Dex’s head dropped back against the pillow. His fingers tightened. The restraint in him was almost prettier than the breaking. I used my tongue, my hand, my mouth, learning the places that made his breathing go rough and uneven. He tried to stay still. He failed beautifully.
“Trouble,” he said.
I pulled off him with a slow slide. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“If you keep doing that, this ends too fast.”
“That sounds like a compliment.”
“That sounds like a warning I mean.”
I smiled against the head of his cock. “Then stop me.”
Dex moved.
I was between his legs one breath and on my back the next, with him over me and his mouth on mine. He kissed me like he could taste himself there and liked it.
He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs the rest of the way off, kicking them toward the side of the bed with a soft scrape of denim and metal. Then his body came down over mine.
It made me claw at his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.
His cock pressed against my pussy, hot and hard. No fabric between us now. No steel on my wrists. No space for pretending this was only about the door.
Dex braced himself on one forearm. “Condom?”
“I have an IUD, and I’m clean.” I dragged my nails down his back. “No condom.”
His body went rigid above me. “I’m clean too. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. If you stop now to be responsible in a way I didn’t ask for, I’m going to judge you forever.”
He gave a strained laugh that broke into a groan when I rolled my hips under him.
“This is a terrible idea,” he said.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Fuck me anyway.”
His control snapped.
