by Lynn LaFleur
“Your touch feels so good.”
“To me too.”
She lifted her head and looked in his eyes. “I want more.”
“What do you want?”
Still gazing into his eyes, she laid her hand over his cock. “This inside me.”
“Like this? With you on my lap?”
She nodded.
He understood and accepted that she had to remain in control. “Take off my pants.”
Kelcey’s hands shook as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of Dax’s pants. Part of her worried she wouldn’t be able to actually take him inside her, that she’d freak out again. The biggest part of her wanted him so much, she would be willing to try anything to make love with him.
Dax lifted his butt from the bed and she pulled his pants past his hips. She froze, her gaze riveted to his hard cock. Emotions battled inside her—fear, desire, need, anxiety.
Desire won.
The pants came off, along with his socks. He sat before her nude, aroused and incredibly gorgeous.
He opened the second drawer in his nightstand, withdrew a foil packet. She watched, transfixed, as he opened the packet and rolled the condom over his shaft. Then he held out one hand to her.
“Come here, Kelcey.”
She obeyed, taking his hand and letting him guide her over his lap again. She expected him to thrust inside her right away. He surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.
“Nothing will happen until you’re ready,” he said next to her ear.
Any lingering fear or anxiety vanished. Kelcey kissed him, gently, tenderly. Her kisses became more passionate as her desire climbed once more. She loved the feel of Dax’s hands moving over her body, worshipping every curve, every dip. Squeezing her ass, he pulled her tighter against him. He lifted her up and down so his shaft rubbed her clit.
Heat quickly spread through her body again. Her climax had been so powerful, she’d thought she wouldn’t be able to have another one for days. It seemed as if Dax wanted to blow that belief into a thousand pieces. He kept moving her up and down, kept rubbing her clit against his cock. Kelcey spread her legs as wide as she could, buried her face against his neck. The tingling started in her womb, rushed down to her toes and back up her body. She dug her fingernails into Dax’s shoulders, bit his neck.
He grunted and jerked beneath her. She could feel his cock pulsing against her belly. Pulling back, she looked down and saw his cum in the condom’s reservoir.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said.
She heard the chagrin in his voice. “You weren’t supposed to have pleasure too?”
“I wasn’t supposed to have it without you.”
“But you didn’t.” She touched his lips with her fingertips. “I was right there with you.”
Holding her hand against his mouth, he kissed each pad of her fingers. “Let me up and I’ll get rid of this condom. Then we’ll start the next round.”
She didn’t understand what he meant. “Next round?”
“Yeah. You don’t think we’re through, do you?”
Chapter Nine
Kelcey had no idea how to answer Dax’s question. Yes, she thought they were through. She assumed once a man had a climax, he rolled over and went to sleep. Since she had no experience with sex, no man had ever proven that theory wrong. Yet Dax didn’t seem the least bit sleepy.
He kissed her fingertips again. “Will you let me get up?”
“Oh. Sure.”
She had to move slowly because her legs were so weak. Once she shifted to his side, he rose from the bed and headed for his bathroom. A sigh escaped Kelcey’s lips as she admired his broad shoulders and tight butt. He had an incredible body, not from working out in a gym but from the physical labor of his job. All those muscles came from lifting tools, not weights.
Unsure whether or not to put her T-shirt back on, she drew a pillow to her chest to hide her body. Dax had seen her, touched her, yet she didn’t think she should just sit here naked until he came back.
The view of him from the front stole her breath. Even flaccid, his cock looked thick and long and impressive. She liked the way it jiggled as he walked toward her.
Placing one knee on the bed, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. “You’re staring.”
“There’s a lot to stare at.”
Dax chuckled. “I’d stare too if you weren’t hiding.” He gently took the pillow from her arms and tossed it on top of the others. His gaze swept down her body. “That’s better.”
Warmth climbed up her chest and into her cheeks, partly from embarrassment and partly from the desire in his eyes. He palmed her breasts as he kissed her again, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples. A gentle throb in her clit answered each tug of his fingers.
The mattress dipped with Dax’s weight. He pulled her up to her knees so their bodies touched. Her breasts flattened against his chest, his hardening cock pressed into her belly. Kelcey wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers burrowing into his hair. She couldn’t get enough of touching the long tresses. She now understood why men liked long hair on women. The sensual feel of it sliding between her fingers made goose bumps pop up on her skin.
Kelcey went willingly when Dax drew her down to the bed. He kissed her again and again while his hands swept over her back and butt. She squirmed on top of him, searching for more stimulation to her clit.
He dropped kisses across her cheek, her jaw, beneath her ear. “What do you need?”
She didn’t know how to tell him. It seemed so forward of her to tell him to touch her clit again. “I…don’t know.”
“I think I do. Let me taste you.”
Kelcey lifted her head and focused on his mouth. Her pussy clenched at the sight of his tongue running over his lower lip. “You mean…”
Dax nodded. “That’s exactly what I mean. Climb up over my face.”
With his help, Kelcey did as he said. Gripping the headboard, she straddled his mouth and slowly lowered her hips until Dax’s tongue swiped across her feminine lips.
“That’s the way.” He licked her again, all the way up her slit. “Oh yeah. Perfect.”
Kelcey gripped the headboard tighter and closed her eyes. Dax continued the teasing torment on her labia. He licked her gently, slowly, as if he wanted to raise her desire bit by bit. Either that or drive her crazy.
Rocking her hips back and forth, she moved her pussy over his tongue so it stroked her where she needed it the most. She stopped when he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Oh yeah, most definitely perfect.
She almost cried in disappointment when he lifted her away from his mouth.
“I want more room. Let’s change positions, okay?”
No longer anxious about what he would do, Kelcey followed his guidance to lie on her back. Standing by the side of the bed, Dax grasped her behind her knees and pulled her butt right to the edge. He dropped to his knees, pushed her thighs far apart. He looked into her eyes as he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
And feasted.
Kelcey did cry out this time, but not from disappointment. Dax’s tongue flashed over every bit of her intimate flesh. It surprised her to feel him lick her anus. She tensed for a few seconds, unsure how to feel about that, until he licked her there again and she realized she liked it. She relaxed, let her legs fall a little farther apart.
Dax growled.
He pushed his tongue inside her channel, licked up one side of her folds and down the other. Kelcey clutched handfuls of Dax’s hair, then realized she’d probably pulled it and quickly released it.
He kissed the inside of each of her thighs. “It’s okay. Pull my hair. Dig your fingernails into my shoulders. Scream. Do whatever you need to do to come again.”
She’d never imagined she’d ever be in this position with a man, and especially not a man who cared so much about her pleasure. His lips looked wet and shiny from her juices. She reached down to touch them
. They felt like silk.
Dax captured two fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. It amazed her to feel her womb clench with each pull of his lips.
Grabbing a pillow, she tucked it beneath her head so she could see Dax better. He held her gaze while he rubbed her clit with his thumb, drove his tongue into her pussy over and over. Kelcey twisted the bedspread in her fists to keep from pulling Dax’s hair again. Another orgasm loomed, yet she needed more to get over that last hurdle and tumble into bliss.
She got it when Dax pushed a finger inside her as he suckled her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she trembled from the powerful sensation galloping through her body. Dax rubbed a spot in her passage that made her gasp from pleasure.
“Like this?” he asked, rubbing that spot again.
“Oh yes.”
Leaving that finger inside her, Dax stood and leaned over her, propping himself up on his other hand. His hair fell forward to tickle her breasts. “You haven’t been with a man since…the incident?”
“No,” she whispered.
“You’re tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Won’t I…adjust to you?”
“Yeah, but it might be uncomfortable for you at first.”
“I don’t care.” She ran her hand up his arm to cradle his cheek. “Please. I want to feel all of you.”
He dropped a kiss on each nipple, her tummy, her mound. Retrieving another condom from the drawer, he quickly sheathed his hard cock. He grasped the base of his shaft, slid the head up and down her folds several times before he positioned it at the entrance to her channel. He pushed—slowly, so slowly—until the head of his cock slipped inside.
The stretching gave her a little discomfort, but the pleasure far outweighed any pain. Dax withdrew, pushed back in again. He repeated the action, going a little deeper each time, until he filled her completely.
He leaned over her again, resting both hands on the bed next to her shoulders. “Is this okay?”
Kelcey nodded. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms. “You feel good inside me.”
He pulled back, pushed forward. She closed her eyes to better savor the feeling of his cock sliding through her creamy flesh. Dax kept up the slow pace, as if he wanted to be sure she enjoyed everything happening to her body before he moved any faster.
She couldn’t help but enjoy something that seemed so right.
Opening her eyes again, she looked into his, squeezed his arms. “More.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
His movements quickened. Kelcey kept staring into his eyes, the connection between them growing stronger with each sharp thrust into her body. She didn’t feel the strong buildup of pleasure, the prelude to an orgasm this time. It didn’t matter to her. She only cared about Dax’s satisfaction.
The pulsing of his cock deep inside her channel signaled his climax. Dax threw back his head. His body jerked. The tendons stood out in his neck, the muscles tightened in his arms. He released a sexy sound of part groan, part growl, before he hung his head, breathing heavily.
It had been a long, long time since such a powerful orgasm had gripped him. Dax struggled to get enough oxygen into his lungs. Sweat covered his entire body. His hair stuck to the back of his neck. His legs felt so weak, if he didn’t lean against the bed for support, he wouldn’t be able to stand.
Kelcey’s soft stroking on his arms made him raise his head. She lay on his bed, looking sexy and lazy and very well satisfied. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms all night. Since he rarely spent the entire night with a woman, the strong desire surprised him.
“Hey,” he said softly.
She gave him a sweet smile. “Hey.”
“You okay?”
“I’m a lot better than okay.”
He couldn’t resist grinning at her choice of words. “I’ll second that.” Holding on to the base of the condom, he slowly withdrew from her body. “Be right back.”
Dax thought about jumping in the shower, but didn’t want to do that without telling Kelcey. He could invite her into the shower with him. Soap sliding down her body would be sexy as hell.
Everything tonight had been new for Kelcey. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with too much too soon. He quickly took care of the condom and returned to the bedroom to find Kelcey curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed.
He ran his hand over her hip. “Hey, you okay?”
“I’m a little cold.”
“Why didn’t you crawl under the covers?”
“I didn’t know if I should stay or go back to my room.”
Dax leaned over and kissed her softly. “I’d like you to stay.”
The worry that had been in her eyes changed to happiness. “I’d like that too.”
He tugged back the covers so she could slide between the sheets. After turning off the lamp, he lay next to her. Wrapping one arm across her breasts, the other around her waist, he tugged her back against his chest. He heard her sigh.
“This all right with you?”
She entwined her fingers with his at her waist, placed her other hand on the arm across her chest. “It’s nice.”
Now would be a good time for them to talk, yet Dax could barely keep his eyes open. The combination of really good sex and feeling comfortable with Kelcey in his arms thoroughly relaxed him. Before sleep could claim him, he pressed a gentle kiss to Kelcey’s shoulder. “Good night.”
She squeezed his fingers. “Good night.”
* * * * *
In that world halfway between sleep and consciousness, Dax thought he heard a car door slam. Then another. He frowned when he heard voices outside his house. No one should be here. He’d barely fallen asleep. It couldn’t be morning yet.
His eyes popped open and he jerked fully awake when someone banged on the window by his bed. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Rye said. “You gonna stay in bed all day?”
“Shit!”
Throwing back the covers, Dax jumped up from bed and grabbed his sweatpants from the floor. A quick glance at the digital clock on his nightstand showed twelve minutes past eight. He hadn’t slept later than six-thirty in years.
“Dax?” Kelcey said, her voice husky from sleep.
“Rye’s here. Probably Griff, Alaina and Emma too.” Hurrying to his closet, he shoved his feet into a pair of running shoes. He scooped up his T-shirt and tugged it over his head as he headed for the door. “I’ll stall them outside while you get dressed.”
Walker was already at the back door, waiting to be let out. Dax stopped long enough to snag a jacket from a hook before he opened the door. Walker bounded out, almost knocking Rye down in his haste.
“Hey, fella.” Rye knelt to give the dog a hard rub on his neck. “How come your master is still in bed after eight o’clock?”
“Is it a crime to sleep in every once in a while?”
Rye looked up at him. “Nope. It’s just unusual for you. Unless you were…busy last night.”
Dax refused to respond to Rye’s teasing. He wouldn’t tell anyone that Kelcey spent the night in his bed. It had to be up to her if she wanted anyone to know they’d made love.
He’d always thought of it as having sex, yet with Kelcey he thought of being with her as making love. He didn’t understand why everything with her seemed so different.
He looked over toward Kelcey’s car. Alaina and Emma stood with Griff, examining the car. Dax winced. It was a total loss. Kelcey had been extremely lucky to walk away from that wreck without serious injury.
Alaina walked toward him and Rye, Kelcey’s purse clutched in her hand. “Where’s Kelcey?”
“Still asleep, I guess.”
Emma and Griff also came toward them, his brother carrying a large white box Dax recognized as coming from the donut shop. Emma’s gaze swept over Dax. “You look all…rumpled.”
“I’ll bet you look rumpled too when you first get out of bed.”
“Nah.” She grinned wickedly. “I
look sexy.”
“I’ll agree with that.” Griff wrapped an arm around Emma’s neck and kissed her temple. “We brought apple fritters. You got coffee?”
“I can have it in a few minutes.”
Dax led the way into his kitchen. He stumbled a step when he saw Kelcey standing at the counter, measuring coffee into the filter. She wore her own clothes, her hair brushed and shiny. Her eyes glowed the way a person’s did who had been thoroughly loved.
The thoroughly loved part sounded really good. He wondered if it would be rude to chase everyone off and carry her back to his bed. “Mornin’.”
She smiled. “Good morning.” Her eyes and smile widened when she saw the box in Griff’s hand. “Donuts?”
“Apple fritters.”
“Even better.”
Since taking Kelcey back to bed wouldn’t happen, now would be a good chance for him to change into regular clothes before the coffee finished brewing. He clapped each of his brothers on the shoulder. “Guys, play host while I get dressed.” After one more glance at Kelcey, he headed toward his bedroom.
Kelcey pushed the start button on the coffeemaker to keep from staring at Dax’s butt as he walked away. She’d hoped for another lovemaking session this morning. The arrival of his brothers and her friends destroyed that idea.
She sighed to herself. It was probably for the best anyway. More time with Dax would lead to her wanting even more time, and that couldn’t happen. She had given herself to him last night, hoping he could help her get past the awful roadblock that kept her from being intimate with a man. He’d done that with consideration and kindness. She would always love him a little bit for that. Anything more than that little bit of love wouldn’t be possible. She’d heard over and over from her friends that Dax didn’t want to be tied down to one woman.
“I brought your purse in from your car,” Alaina said.
“Thank you. I need to call my insurance agent.”
“We ran into the sheriff at the donut shop,” Griff said. “He’ll be by with one of his deputies in about an hour.”
She looked from one brother to the other. “Do you think my car is totaled?”
