Dex (Kinky Shine #1)

by Stephanie Witter

  “Dex…hm…’’ She pushed her hips into me, trying to seek my hard cock.

  I broke the kiss, out of breath and dizzy. “Fuck.’’ I pecked her red lips again. With her eyes still closed, her lips so well-kissed and the blush on her cheeks, she was irresistible. “Let’s find a quiet room.’’

  She opened her eyes and they were the very definition of “fuck me eyes’’. It took everything in me not to kiss her again here and there, but people were walking around, eyeing us with curiosity since it was well-known I was very discreet when it came to my private life. I rubbed my eyes and nodded to the hall.

  “There should be an empty room down the hall.’’ I grabbed her left hand and led her toward the room I knew wasn’t used tonight. I sent a prayer that it wasn’t locked. I took a deep breath and turned the knob. It opened. “Thank fuck.’’

  Harley giggled and pushed me inside, apparently as eager as I was. But she probably didn’t feel like her heart was about to leave her chest or like her legs were ready to fucking buckle under her weight. Or like coming at the first touch. I blindly punched the wall where the light switch should be and the white light on the ceiling turned on. I blinked at the sudden bright light and Harley groaned against me, pushing her face into my back as if to hide from it. Her hands were on my hips, her fingers through the two loops of my jeans on each side.

  “Sorry for that.’’

  She shook her head and moved around me and closed the door, then pushing me back against it. I let her lead me because when her breasts pushed into me and her hips came into contact with mine, sending another shock to my cock I was helpless and lost in the haze of lust.

  She went on her tiptoes and I crouched slightly to accommodate her, ready to take her lips again, but she surprised me. Instead of my mouth, her lips went to my neck, kissing me right under my ear. I froze and tensed until her tongue licked my skin. I growled and threw my head back and brought a hand to her head, pulling her into me. Shivers took ahold of my body and my skin broke in goosebumps, sending small electric shocks everywhere but mostly to my cock that pushed painfully against my zipper.

  “Dex,’’ she whispered my name in my ear. She kissed my neck again and bit lightly. Shit. I flexed my abs, afraid she would make me come just like that. I was still a teenager the last time I was ready to come so quickly with someone. This was crazy. Completely crazy.

  I was breathing loud and fast in the small room. I put the hand that wasn’t behind her head on her ass and squeezed the perfect globe, pushing her more forcefully against me. She gasped.

  “Too much?’’ I asked breathlessly as she kept on exploring my neck.

  “No. Not even close.’’

  I closed my eyes and groaned. “Fuck yeah, perfect answer.’’

  She trailed one hand between us, down my chest and stopped at the waist of my jeans, pulling her head away from my neck to lock her eyes with mine. “Can I?’’

  I swallowed and pushed away the first doubts creeping in. But they weren’t on the forefront of my mind. With the way Harley made me feel, so intensely, it was easy to forget everything. But I didn’t want to embarrass myself just yet. Now, I was starting to think that maybe not coming wouldn’t be the issue, but coming too fast would be.

  “Yeah.’’

  She smiled shyly and looked at me from under her eyelids and that look made me twitch again, pushing harder against the zipper. I wanted to adjust myself and find some kind of relief, but I didn’t move. She kept her eyes on me as she brought her hand over my hard cock. Her touch was light, so light I barely felt it at first. But when I didn’t say anything, she put more pressure on my dick until she cupped and squeezed me.

  I saw double and growled darkly. I bumped my head against the closed door and puffed out a huge breath. I was panting. A bead of sweat formed on my eyebrows and I had a hard time thinking straight.

  Her fucking hand was on my cock. And I was getting harder.

  She squeezed again and rubbed softly, slowly. My hips shot into her hand. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop myself.

  “Shit, Harley.’’ I bumped my head against the door again, harder this time. I was trying to think about something else to not come already. I didn’t want her to stop. “Harder.’’

  She was breathing hard too, as if turned on by what she was doing. Her fingers tightened over my zipper and I closed my eyes, head thrown back and my lips parted. My knees shook. “Like that?’’

  I nodded and brought a hand over hers, lacing my fingers with hers to touch myself. “Yeah, just like that.’’ I sped up the rhythm, unable to take it so slow anymore. She squeezed me harder and I stopped breathing, shaking.

  “I want to touch you, Dex,’’ she said, her voice low and quiet. “I want to feel your cock in my hand.’’

  “Fuck.’’ I pushed her hand away and rubbed my eyes, breathing in slowly to calm down. “If you talk dirty I’m going to fuck up.’’

  She put a hand on my forearm and forced my hands away from my face. “Is it a trigger?’’ she asked frowning, her perfect lower lip now gone in her mouth. Only her teeth peeked out.

  “Nah, but I’m so close to coming, Harley. You’re making me so hot.’’ I licked my lips and glanced down at her cleavage and brought a tentative hand to her left breast. She didn’t pull away but pushed into my hand. I clenched my teeth and watched my hand as I squeezed her perfect breast and toyed with her hard nipple pushing through her bra and top.

  She moaned quietly, her eyes turning glassy as I pinched her nipple. I could see the pulse in her neck beating hard and frantic, just like her heart under my palm. “Dex, I want to touch you.’’

  I brought her head to mine and kissed her hard, nipping at her lower lip when I pulled away. “Go ahead.’’

  She looked down and started by unbuckling my belt and then opening the button of my jeans. Her hands were shaking as badly as mine were. When she went to open my zipper she looked back at me, locking her eyes on mine and smiling shyly at me. That was one of the hottest things. I had had women naked in my hotel room, women throwing their tops and bras at me on stage, had others cup my cock and promise to do all the dirty things you only hear of in porn, but none of those things compared to Harley smiling like this at me while lowering my zipper and putting a hand in my briefs.

  When her soft hand first touched my cock, I groaned through closed lips, throwing my head back again. I couldn’t keep on looking at her when her fucking hand was on my throbbing cock. I couldn’t if I wanted to last more than ten seconds.

  “Okay?’’ she asked out of breath, her voice shaking as badly as her hand on my cock. She wasn’t moving it, but that only made me ready to come.

  I nodded. “Yeah.’’

  She started moving then, up and down, and squeezed my base. I groaned again, my hands now at my sides, clenched into tight fists. On the way to my tip, she twisted her wrist and swiped her thumb over it. Some pre-come leaked and she gasped.

  I flexed my abs and started moving my hips, unable to stay frozen there, unable not to seek the finish line so close. She kept on moving her hand on my cock, driving me up the fucking walls.

  “I want you in my mouth, Dex.’’

  I opened my eyes and fixed on her. I knew my eyes were opened into slits, hooded while staring at her as I was fighting against coming just yet, but I couldn’t do much more. “If you do I’m not going to last,’’ I panted. “I’m ready to come. Your mouth on me?’’ I closed my eyes at the thought and moaned when her thumb touched the underside of my cock. “Fuck, your mouth on me is going to be my end.’’

  “That’s a no then?’’

  I groaned and gripped her wrist, stopping her movement on my cock. The vixen squeezed harder until I shook and leaned more heavily against the door, unable to stay upright on my own. “I don’t know.’’

  She tilted her head and nibbled on her lip. “Do you want my mouth?’’

  “Shit, you can’t talk like that, Harley.’’

  She smiled a
t me and brought her mouth back to my neck, kissing me right under my ear again. I twitched in her hand. “Tell me if it’d be too much for you.’’

  I chuckled and she pulled back but kept her hand on my cock. “It was too much when you started touching my cock over my jeans.’’ I took a deep breath and released her wrist. She didn’t move and kept her eyes on me, waiting for my next move.

  Instead of letting my head lead the dance, I let my cock take things in charge and it was a no brainer. I swallowed past the growing lump in my throat and put my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down.

  She went to her knees and looked up at me from under her eyelashes and that made my cock twitch again, right in front of her face. I pressed my lips together and stared when she pushed my jeans further down my thighs, followed by my briefs. She fixed a look at my hard cock with furrowed eyebrows and finally touched me again. She started by my thighs, bunched from the tension inside me. She trailed her fingers upward until she cupped my balls softly. I groaned louder and banged my head against the door again and brought both hands to my face. I swore under my breath, expecting and waiting for her mouth on me, sure I’d come at the first swipe of her tongue.

  But she decided to torture me a bit longer. Instead of her mouth, she wrapped her other hand around my cock, squeezing my base and pumping me twice before her mouth finally closed around my thick tip.

  She was hot, tight. I saw fucking stars behind my closed eyelids and couldn’t hear anything other than the blood beating in my ears, buzzing loudly and drowning out everything else. Maybe I was shouting, maybe I was moaning.

  She took more of me and used her hand the rest of the way when she couldn’t take more in her mouth. And her hands on my balls as I stood there, making me shake violently.

  “Har…Harley.’’

  She hummed and it went straight to my balls. I cursed. She ran her tongue along my cock and moved upward, licking the pre-come from my tip. Shit. Holy shit.

  I brought my hands to her head and guided her, moving my hips slightly. I was fucking her mouth and cursing louder and louder when the pleasure mounted and mounted to heights I had never reached before. I was sweating, barely breathing and not thinking straight.

  She sucked harder on my cock when she felt me getting more urgent, pushing in her mouth harder. Tingles went down my spine and straight to my balls. They tightened to pain and I shouted Harley’s name, banging my head against the door again and again when I came in her mouth, hard, long. She took everything, pumping me until my legs gave out and I ended up on the floor with her kneeling in front of me, licking her red lips and her eyes glassier than before.

  I was breathing hard and everything was swimming around me. I blinked and kept on blinking, sure that something was amiss. But no. My cock was softening between my legs, my lungs were burning and my heart was slowing down slowly. I wiped my forehead where sweat had gathered.

  “Are you okay?’’ she asked me softly, her voice hesitant. Her hands were clasping her thighs.

  I moved and covered myself before I grabbed her hands in mine. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so fucking good, Harley.’’ I chuckled, feeling light, so light I swore I could fly. Even when I was a teenager with raging hormones I couldn’t remember feeling quite like this.

  Her smile came back and her cheeks turned pink. “Good. I…I’m glad.’’

  I smirked and looked down at our hands. I laced my fingers through hers. “I’m sorry if I was rough. It’s been… awhile obviously.’’

  “It was perfect, Dex. I wanted to do that for you.’’ She pursed her lips adorably and looked around briefly, but there was nothing in this room. Only some old amps, spots and an old couch in the far corner. “But I wouldn’t mind drinking something. You know…’’

  I chuckled and pushed to my still shaky legs, pulling her up with me. “So romantic.’’

  She rolled her eyes and tugged on her right hand for me to release it. I reluctantly gave it back, not ready to go back to earth. She made me come pretty hard. She succeeded in making me feel like a man, a normal functioning man when I hadn’t felt that way in years. It was difficult to let that go, even for a short while.

  “Hey, what…’’ she trailed off right before I pulled the door open.

  I frowned and turned around, at first bewildered at her sudden halt. But then, it clicked.

  Her fingers weren’t laced with mine. I swallowed and glanced down at my wrist. Sure enough, she was tracing the scar hidden by my tat.

  Her big green eyes found mine and I hated what I read in them. I pulled away from her and crossed my arms, tensing all over again. I wanted to bask in the fucking pleasure she gave me, but reality was a bitch and this was a damn good reminder of that.

  “Dex, is it… I mean…’’ she stuttered, shaking her head softly as if in denial.

  “It was years ago. It’s over now.’’

  I braced myself, expecting questions regarding my reasons for wanting to kill myself, but they didn’t come. In her eyes this time, all I saw was fear and I didn’t understand what that made me fucking feel, but my heart did that weird thing in my chest like it often did when I was close to this woman.

  “Are you okay now?’’

  Her voice was quiet, hesitant. Slowly, going against my usual first instinct of pulling away, I reached out and wrapped her in my arms again. She immediately pushed her face into my chest and took a deep breath. Under my palms flat on her back, I felt small tremors going through her.

  “I’m okay, Harley. It was years ago and I was lost. My mother fucked me up growing up and when you’re young and in college and can’t even have sex like your friends it… It seemed to me like I didn’t fit anywhere. I will never do something like that again.’’

  And it was true. I wasn’t lying to her just so she would drop the subject. I wasn’t the same guy anymore and I would never let myself fall down so much that I only saw death as the solution. I had too much tying me here and in a completely crazy way I think I was holding another reason to love my fucking life.

  “I can’t believe you tried to kill yourself,’’ she mumbled into my chest, her fingers balling my shirt on my back. “You always look so strong.’’ She put her chin on my chest and locked eyes with me.

  “I’m strong now. These scars are from my past and have no part in my present and future. They’re a reminder of how far down I could fall. I’m not saying I never get depressed or whatever, but it never goes far.’’ I rubbed her back and leaned down to kiss her forehead. It was so fucking natural. This girl in my arms felt natural, as if she fit there. I cleared my throat and shook my head once, trying to push away these pussy thoughts. “Don’t talk about this with the guys, especially not with Otis and Beckett. They don’t know about this.’’

  “They don’t? But if you did this in college—‘’

  “It happened during Christmas break when Maxen and I stayed in New York,’’ I said, stopping her. “Otis and Beckett went back home so they don’t know. I’m pretty sure they suspect something went down, but they don’t know what. I’d rather keep it that way.’’

  She nodded and and pulled away, but not before she got a hold of my right hand and laced her fingers through mine. “It’s not my place to say anything, Dex. Just… don’t ever do this again.’’

  I wanted to smile at her, but I couldn’t. I’d lie if I said talking about this shit wasn’t bringing back to the forefront of my mind the truckload of issues I was constantly plowing my way through. Whenever my eyes landed on my scars or when I let my calloused fingers run over the raised flesh I always felt the ghost of the emotions that pushed me to slit my wrists that day. But I would never let anything pull me down again, even when some days were more difficult than others. That’s the way life was.

  “Come on. Let’s get that drink you wanted.’’ I pulled on her hand and got us out of here, leaving the bad shit in that room and keeping the amazing feeling Harley gave me with me.

  HARLEY


  I gave Dex a blowjob. In an empty room at the Dragonfly. Right after a rock concert and to a rockstar. I couldn’t believe I did that. Even when in college and going through a mild partying streak I hadn’t done something so crazy. I had never been a prude, but giving a blowjob in a public place was pushing it. Yet, it had been a glorious moment and I was unable to remember ever feeling like that while pleasuring a man. And the glimpse into his pain, into a part of his life that tore him wide open had me all kinds of soft for this man.

  He tugged on my hand right when he opened the door to the break room where the band and some other people were chilling and drinking and I gripped his hand tighter, not wanting to let go just yet. I looked around and saw Otis talking up a gorgeous redhead and Beckett was chatting with some of the guys I saw assisting the band during sound check. Maxen was on the couch with a girl on each side of him. One had a hand on the bulge at his crotch, but she wasn’t rubbing him there. Yet. He was drinking and by the look of it, he was already intoxicated. Or maybe it was because of the drug running through his blood that made his eyes bloodshot and glassy. I looked away when his eyes landed on Dex and me, right when Dex was pouring us tequila shots.

  “Where were ya?’’ he shouted loudly over the music playing in the background, but no one paid us attention other than the two girls vying for Maxen’s attention.

  Dex handed me the shot and I threw it back, cringing at the bite of the alcohol. He put a protective hand on the small of my back and Maxen’s eyes zeroed in on it.

  “Damn, don’t tell me you two fucked.’’ Maxen laughed loudly, but it didn’t sound so nice this time around. There was a bite to it and I knew it was because I knew about his secret. I put my empty glass on the coffee table and sensed Dex tense right next to me. In fact, his hand on the small of my back bunched up my shirt. My cheeks got hot and I briefly looked down.

  “Shut up, Maxen,’’ Dex said, a threat in his voice.

  Maxen rolled his eyes and took another sip of tequila straight from the bottle. He didn’t cringe when the alcohol hit his throat. “Oh, chill.’’