Under Locke

by Zapata, Mariana

  "Fuck," he drawled like he was in pain. Those bright blue eyes made a trek from the center of my body up to my face, heavy and horny, the weight of Dex’s gaze was crushing. His normally smooth skin was flushed pink. Fingers massaged the slick channel they’d buried themselves in and I couldn’t help but gasp.

  Dex’s bottom lip dropped just an inch, his breathing hard. “You like that, baby?”

  By some friggin miracle, I managed to tip my head down once in agreement, earning a lick across my collarbone from Dex.

  His fingers made a slow withdrawal, the pads grazing something incredibly sensitive and so unbelievably amazing. He circled over the same spot again and I might have made some kind of choking noise.

  “So fuckin’ hot.” The relentless beast repeated the motion over and over again, as I squirmed against his hand, some part of me wanting and needing more and more and more. I arched my back and wiggled my hips in reaction. What did Dex do? He groaned, his breathing getting heavier. “You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna finger you all day, babe.”

  Then he started turning his fingers as his mouth latched onto my throat, kissing me, sucking at me, breathing on me. I had my back arched against him when I spread my legs wider. He slowly slid another finger inside right then, creating that same line of dangerous movement that made my thighs shake with anticipation and my insides sting with the invasion of Dex's digits.

  He swallowed hard as he pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before easing them back in. Dex shook his head, licked his lip. "You're ruinin' me, babe."

  I pushed my hips down greedily, loving the way he felt stretching me. Any desire to be modest just kind of flew out the window. “Dex.”

  He groaned, tilting his head to look right in my eyes as his movement sped up. His fingers scissored, his palm grinding against the start of my slit with each sinking thrust of his digits. Dex’s eyes were dark, his shoulders tense as he fingered me.

  “You gonna come on my hand, baby?” he asked in a rough voice. His body was tight and coiled over me, and I think he might have started sweating but I was too selfish to be sure.

  I swallowed and nodded, dragging my eyes down the colorful slope of his detailed chest to land on the bulge beneath his boxers that had gotten bigger in no time. Some deeply possessive, sexual part of me wanted to touch him. My skills might not be anything to brag about, but how hard could it be? My boyfriend in high school had come in his pants just from dry-humping each other.

  Okay, well, it was completely different but still. I’d seen enough porn even if my one-on-one experience wasn’t something confident-worthy. My hands shook just a little from nerves.

  So I told that part of my brain to go to sleep a second before reaching forward to dip my fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging the elastic down low enough so that the broad, blunt head of his cock peeped out. The plum-shaped, deep pink head that was missing a piercing.

  Yeah, I didn't care, and I wasn't exactly disappointed. Dex shucked his boxers the rest of the way down his hips and long legs, watching my face as his—holy-mother-of-all-that-is-magnificent.

  He did have a piercing. Dear sweet lord, he had a pubic piercing.

  A surface bar was threaded through the root of his long shaft, two tiny studs dotting the base like the most elegant and erotic jewelry ever.

  I could hear angels setting off beautiful bells in my head at the sight. There was a chance I whispered, "Wow," but I really hoped not.

  Because strike me dead, I had seen the light. And that light was eight inches, veiny, and the cutest shade of pink. You know, if a monster of a pink dick could be considered cute.

  Some tricky part of my brain chanted, “Grab it, grab it!” While the other half, the logical one, stayed silent, egging me on its quietness to wrap my hand around the thick girth. My fingers just barely closed around him, but his dick jumped when I squeezed the hard flesh lightly. He was so much heavier and hotter than I ever could have imagined.

  I should have known right then, when my mouth started watering with anticipation, that there was something special, something different with Dex. What the hell had come over me? I felt unprepared for what I wanted to do—and I didn't want to disappoint him by sucking at it—literally. But what did it matter? I could figure it out. If I did something wrong, he wouldn’t hesitate to correct me and I wasn’t planning on asking him beforehand. As it was, I already had ‘virgin moron’ tattooed on my forehead.

  His fingers slipped out of me as I tried to push him onto his back. Moving onto my hands and knees in the same position he'd been in before, I chanced a glance up at his face, angling my body perpendicular to his. His expression was tight, ruthless, and so heavy with lust it choked me. The urge to remind him I was relatively inexperienced clutched at me but I flicked it away and took a deep breath.

  I could do this, damn it.

  I could do it.

  It was with that motivation in mind that I lowered my mouth over the hot, mushroomed tip of his cock, sucking the head leisurely. Just like a lollipop, Ris.

  A big, thick lollipop. Well, that thought made me way too excited, as I dragged my tongue down the thick vein of his dick. The rumbling groan that escaped Dex's chest had me licking faster, curling my lips over the swollen head. Watch the teeth, watch the teeth, and suck.

  “Fuck!” He rolled his hips, shoving himself deeper into my mouth on instinct. I gagged for a second and slid him back out, pressing my tongue against the bulging vein on the underside of his thick tip like I'd read about other women doing. I mean, he seemed really into it so I couldn't be doing that bad of a job, right?

  I sensed a brush of his hand against the place between my legs as I gave him a long, experimental lick that had him bucking his hips again.

  There was no way in hell I could think, much less talk, as two fingers sank inside me, pressing into me even deeper than before. It was rough, and just a little bit painful for a moment as he pushed in and out, slowly at first but gaining speed with each pass. The uncomfortable sensation was replaced by pleasure too quickly. The rougher the movement, the more of him I tried to swallow down, sucking hard around him.

  "Fuck!" he yelled, fingering me so quickly I could hear the wet slapping of his movements.

  Holy, holy, holy crap. A tingle started in my lower stomach, bursting hot over every inch of my stomach and legs. His palm ground against my clit before his scissoring fingers sped up. A moment later, the sensation deep in the pit of my belly exploded, and a climax that I never would have been able to anticipate, took over my body. My insides were clenching, my thighs trembled, and I cried out Dex’s name like an inadequate thank you on my hand and knees, his dick slapping against his flat stomach after slipping out of my mouth.

  His free hand was on my cheek as he sat up, stroking it gently, kissing the corners of my mouth as I came back to Earth when he leaned in. Dex’s fingers were still in me, their pump languid and fluid while I quivered around him.

  Part of me expected Dex to have a smirk on his face, or something equally arrogant, but when I finally had the strength to look, his expression was dark and untethered. I smiled at him, drunk off my high and more sated than I ever could have asked for.

  Yeah, I definitely didn’t give a crap about being proper or hiding what I felt for him, and he knew it when I grinned at him, kissing just to the side of his mouth right before I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around it.

  He brushed some of my hair back with loose fingers that kneaded my scalp. I pumped the long length and added a squeeze, squeezing on the pull down to the base. Dex made a sort of whimpering noise in his throat, his hips flexing just an inch when he leaned back into his hands. "You're doin' so fuckin' good, baby—squeeze—shit, squeeze me a little harder, honey. Just like that—yeah."

  Dex's mouth dropped open, his eyes taking their fill of my fingers wrapped around his shaft. But I was busy looking at those two gold studs to the side of my palm.

  "Can I touch it?" I asked him, eyein
g the bar of his piercing.

  Dex groaned, tilting his hips up with a huff. "Please."

  I laughed just a little at his politeness. I smiled at him at the same time I lowered my head and licked the two small studs nestled in the neatly trimmed dark hair, the imposing length of his erection right by my face. I took my time exploring the studs of his piercing, timidly. “It doesn’t hurt?”

  His eyes flashed something that could have been amusement but centered on something more gentle than that. Dex’s hand cupped my cheek again, the thumb sweeping over my bottom lip. “No, baby, it feels great.” I licked his thumb and he rolled his eyes. Those thick black eyelashes fanned down with a grunt.

  I landed a kiss to the webbing between his index finger and thumb, and then dropped back down to his lap, letting the anxiety of what I was doing slip away, my mouth full of him. To my surprise, he didn’t buck his hips too much, instead letting me do what I wanted and settling for grinding his teeth together and fisting the sheets when he dropped down to his elbows.

  I started sucking on him in a steady rhythm, pumping on the half of his cock I couldn’t take in. Dex’s grunts grew louder until he was panting and jerking his hips, causing his piercing to hit the sides of my fingers.

  “I’m gonna come,” he moaned. "Baby, squeeze me real hard. Oh yeah...fuck me... baby, jack me off on those pretty titties... please..."

  Oh hell. Who was I to tell him no? I gripped him harder and slipped him out of my mouth with a sloppy suck, pumping the rock hard muscle and silky skin until he cried out and long white ribbons shot onto my chest over and over again.

  Dex laid back on the bed, panting, his mouth parted while I kneeled in front of him trying to catch my own breath. "Fuckin' hell," he grumbled, sitting up after a moment.

  His fingers reached out to touch the mess on my breasts. He was gentle and deliberate with his ring and middle finger, smothering the warm, sticky liquid in circles over my nipples.

  "Christ, baby, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, glancing up at me through those long lashes as he finally dropped his hand away from my chest. He smiled almost shyly, threading his clean hand through my hair before slanting his mouth over mine. He kissed me and kissed me, his tongue stroking mine, over my teeth, everywhere.

  He pulled away grudgingly after a long time with a deep breath. He sat back on his heels and reached for the boxers he'd thrown off the edge of the bed, using them to wipe off my chest, pulling down the hem of my shirt when he was done. Those bright blue eyes caught mine and Dex smiled again, that carefree, pleased grin that made the center of my chest ache. He reached out, wrapping an arm around my waist to bring our bellies together.

  He was naked. His skin was warm and damp as he settled me up against his chest. Dex’s free hand brushed the hair back from my face right before he kissed my temple and forehead with a hum and a promise of familiarity. “You okay?"

  Shyness overcame me and I nodded. "Oh yeah." I wasn't going to panic. Not at all. "Are you okay?"

  "I think I busted three loads on you, honey, I'm more than okay," he said, kissing my cheek with a snicker. "Way more than okay."

  It'd be a lie if I said that his admission didn't make me smile. "I—"

  He moved his hand up so fluidly that I almost failed to see the red smears on his fingers. I wasn't so much of an idiot to not know that the red was blood. My blood. And then I blushed, feeling incredibly mortified. "Umm... you might want to wash your hands," I whispered.

  Dex frowned and looked at the hand I wasn't talking about, quickly lifting the other one to inspect it. His eyebrows went up at a tortoise's pace as he flipped his palm up and down to look at what was on them. His lower lip dropped open. "Ah, Ritz, I...." His lips slammed shut, nostrils flaring as he swallowed loudly. "Baby, I popped your cherry?"

  It was my turn to gulp. "I told you that I'd never slept with a guy." God, how mortifying. I shouldn't have said anything and just let him think I'd started my period or something. "You have really big fingers."

  Oh lord. I was lame.

  He blinked, once, twice, three times. "I guess I—fuck, babe. I wasn't thinkin' about it, I guess." His eyes went back to his bloodstained fingers. "I really popped your cherry?"

  What a way to make me feel like a loser. What was a hymen supposed to be? Indestructible? "It isn't my period."

  Dex groaned, long and low. He wiggled his fingers for a moment before crushing our bodies together. He placed a warm, wet kiss on my jaw. "You okay with that?"

  He smelled so good. I nodded, letting the rough feel of his stubble scrape my cheek. I wasn’t going to go back on my decision. I’d take all of this with open arms. "Yeah."

  The content rumble that flowed from his chest made me smile. "Good."

  ~ * ~ *

  He sat across the kitchen bar with a bowl of cereal in one hand, spoon in the other, and those brilliant blue eyes on me constantly. It made me feel really self-conscious despite the fact I was fully dressed. He’d already seen me practically naked. Already had his fingers in places that made my neck hot. I shouldn’t feel self-conscious with clothes on, but I did.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him carefully with my bowl covering the lower half of my face.

  Dex’s gaze didn’t loosen in the slightest. “Because I’m wonderin’ what you taste like.”

  It was a miracle I didn’t drop my spoon.

  I don’t think that I took a single breath either, even after he gave me a devilish grin.

  “I bet you’re delicious.”

  Holy moly.

  Dex was a dangerous guy, and it had nothing to do with his profession. Or his motorcycle hobbies, his criminal record, or the tattoos that marked half of his body. For all of his talents with his hands, he was a smart, observant guy who knew exactly what his words were capable of. And he had no issues wielding those powers viciously.

  “And I bet when you come on my cock later, your pretty little pussy is going to suck me dry.”

  The spoon clattered to the countertop in an apparent suicide.

  Shit!

  Why in the world had I talked him out of letting us shower together? Oh, right. Right. My arm. I hadn't told him about my stupid arm yet.

  My face flamed up about ten degrees at the same time all the air left my lungs. Dex chuckled, reaching across the counter to pick up my spoon. He handed it over with a smile that was as dangerous as a snake in tall grass. “We either need to get goin’ or you’re gonna need to hop up on the counter and give me a taste.”

  I take it back, if any miracle had recently occurred, it was when I didn’t fall off the stool after that comment.

  My brain scrambled. “Uh…”

  Dex flashed me another wicked, slow grin, showing me those even white teeth. “Whatever you want, babe. I’m partial to stayin’ here, though.”

  So was I, and I had no idea where these thoughts and needs came from. Hadn't I been fighting all this a day ago?

  “We…. I should get a swim in.” What I needed to do was exhaust myself. Definitely. Alone.

  He shrugged after a minute, blue eyes narrowing. “That works. I like the idea of waitin’ a few hours.”

  I swallowed the obscene amount of saliva that had pooled in my mouth. Wait a few hours for what? I wasn't positive but I knew it was something good. “Yeah… Yeah. “

  Dex slid off the stool, balancing his empty bowl in one hand and taking mine in his other.

  I needed to get my head straight and quit remembering how his cock had the slightest upward arch to it. Ahh.

  I coughed, trying to clear my thoughts. "Do you know what your dad wanted yesterday?"

  "Hell if I know. Nothin' good if he's callin' me. I'll call Lisa or Marie while you swim and see if they know."

  Lisa and Marie... why hadn't I thought of that before? "Was your mom an Elvis fan or did she come up with the names on her own?"

  Dex locked at me for a moment before chuckling. "Pa wouldn't let her name 'em Priscilla
or Lisa Marie so she screwed him like that."

  From the little I knew about her, and the significant amount I did know her son, that didn't surprise me one bit. "And you?"

  "Named after my great grandpa, C.D. Dyson."

  I lifted both my eyebrows. "Fancy. Can I call you C.D.?"

  He shook his head. The corners of his eyes tilted up in that mocking little smile that didn't always reach his serious mouth. "Nah. I like you callin' me Charlie."

  This friggin' guy.

  I'd call him Princess Dex if he wanted me to.