Dex (Kinky Shine #1)

by Stephanie Witter

  “Take…it…off…’’ she whispered, begging me when I trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. When I reached the swell of her breasts, goosebumps took over her skin and I let my stubble run along her flesh, turning her cleavage a delicious pink. And she liked it. “Dex!’’

  I went on my knees, kneeling between her parted legs and I swiftly took off my shirt, throwing it aside. Her eyes devoured me and it made me feel like I was ten feet tall. She sat up, but it wasn’t to take off her top, not right away that was. Instead, she went straight to my chest.

  And fuck…

  Her mouth closed on my right pec, giving me a kiss that was anything but innocent. Her tongue peeked out to draw my flat nipple and I shivered. I put a hand behind her head, encouraging her to keep going.

  I closed my eyes and pushed away anything else; from the bad memories, the worries and the thoughts of the song I had started writing that morning before leaving to record our talk show appearance.

  Harley was the center of my universe at this very moment.

  Her hands went to my flexed abs and she traced each bump, humming her appreciation. But I needed more than that. I unclenched my jaw and grabbed the hem of her top, ready to tear it off her perfect curves, but I stopped, locking eyes with hers. “Okay?’’ I still needed the reassurance she was as much into this as I was.

  She nodded and smiled shyly at me, flushing some more. “Yes.’’

  I stripped her of her top and when I saw the perfect purple and white bra she had on, another rush hit my groin. I stiffened and licked my lips, unable to look away from her rack.

  “You’re going to make me come before I’m inside you.’’

  She put her hands back on my chest, but before she could kiss me again, I unclasped her bra. I needed to see her, all of her. But first I would start with her breasts, breasts I had been dreaming about since she walked in my life.

  She shrugged her small shoulders and let the bra fall between us. I didn’t know if she blushed more now that she was exposed, didn’t know if she would be able to keep her eyes locked on mine because I was staring at her breasts, her perfect small nipples so taut they started to turn a deeper pink.

  “Lie down, Harley. I need a taste of you.’’

  Her throat worked under my command and she executed my order without a word. I pushed away a strand of her dark hair that fell on her body, hiding a part of her right breast. I didn’t want anything to hide her from me. Not when I looked at what seemed like perfection to me.

  I unzipped my jeans with unsteady fingers, not looking once at what I was doing. I knew I needed to give more space to my cock and apparently Harley was game. Her eyes weren’t straying from my groin and she sucked a breath when the already visible bulge partially hidden by my pants appeared, pushing against my white boxers.

  One of her hands came closer to me, but I shook my head. “If you don’t want me to come now, you shouldn’t touch my cock.’’ I went to my feet to discard my jeans and settled back between her legs, kneeling there and trying to calm down enough to not come as soon as I went back on top of her. “It’s been too fucking long.’’

  “I don’t care, Dex.’’

  I slowly put part of my weight back on top of her, hissing under my breath when her naked skin brushed mine. And when I pushed my hips into her, I shook. Beads of sweat covered my eyebrows and the back of my neck.

  “I care, Harley. I want this to be good for you.’’

  “But it already is,’’ she whispered just before I kissed her again, savagely, without much restraint anymore.

  She moaned and gripped my ass, pushing me harder into her as she opened her mouth wider and tilted her head slightly back to give me a better access to her addictive mouth. I brought a hand to the top of her head, trapped her there, right under me for me to take. My other hand went back to her breasts and her perfect little nipple. I tugged on it and she arched upward into me. I tugged it again, stretching it until she begged me with small, “please, please, please’’ that had me losing the little of my control left.

  I went back to my haunches and I tugged down her shorts and small panties, throwing them on my coffee table. And I stopped again to admire her. All I heard at this point was my labored breathing and the blood rushing to my eardrums.

  With her parted legs I had a perfect view of all of her and how wet she was. I trailed the tip of my fingers along her legs, teasing her flesh. She squirmed and her hips moved slightly, silently asking for more of my touch.

  I brought my hands back to my boxers and I lowered them until my cock sprung free. I glanced up at her face right when she licked her lush lips. That made me think of her mouth on me the other night. My cock twitched and a drop of pre-come gathered at my tip. Fuck, I wouldn’t last long. It was impossible. I was wound up too tight, it’d been too long and that woman had me going up the fucking walls.

  She made a move to sit up, but I shook my head. She stopped immediately, questions and doubts on her face. I grabbed my wallet from my jeans on the floor next to the couch and took out a condom. With the foil packet crinkling between my fingers gripping it tightly, I put it on the coffee table for easy access.

  Then, I took a deep breath to calm down and lowered myself back on top of her. My cock was nestled between us and I groaned at the same time she moaned softly, her eyes wide open and pupils dilated. I was naked against her and still hard. Actually, I was dying to thrust into her right then and there. Nothing else existed. My past wasn’t anywhere in my mind right now and it wouldn’t fuck anything up for me or Harley.

  “I want you so fucking much, Harley.’’

  Her hands trailed over my back, her legs tightened against my sides. “I want you too. Don’t make me beg.’’

  “But I’d love to hear you beg,’’ I said and my teasing smirk twisted my lips.

  She bit on her lip and I started kissing down her neck, over her collarbone. I felt her heartbeat under my hand covering her left breast. It was as fast as mine.

  I breathed in, savoring her vanilla smell and I tasted her skin with my tongue in between kisses on the top of her breasts. She tasted sweet, almost like cotton candy. I teased her nipple again, a bit harder this time and her hips pushed more firmly into me, once again begging silently for more.

  I was shaking again, eager and apprehensive at the same time. Fuck, even when I was a virgin about to fuck my first girl I hadn’t been so upside-down.

  I moved my mouth from the swell of her breasts to her left nipple, slowly, nipping at her skin along the way. I reveled in her sweet moans and little “please’s’’ uttered every few kisses. I nipped her nipple and she bowed upward, pushing her breast hardening into my mouth. I parted my lips some more and ran my tongue around and around her delicious little peak. And then repeated the same thing on her other one. I devoured her.

  She tugged on the hair at the back of my head and I re-opened my eyes, pulling away from her. Her breasts and nipples were a darker pink and I couldn’t help the ridiculously proud smile on my face.

  “I want you now,’’ she said in a whisper, her voice husky.

  “I want to make you come first.’’

  She shook her head and pushed her hips into me, urgently. I groaned and clenched my teeth, tensing all over when another wave of pleasure hit my balls.

  “No, Dex. I want to come with you.’’

  I went to her mouth and kissed her slowly, trying to calm down. But when her tongue met mine, it did everything but calm me down. My hips pushed into her and I couldn’t stop the little friction on my cock, the way I felt how wet she was along my length.

  I locked eyes with her and…My fucking heart did a weird thing in my chest.

  “I won’t last long, Harley.’’

  She caressed my cheek gently and smiled at me softly, looking at me from under her eyelashes like I loved. “Don’t care. I just want to feel you inside me. Please.’’

  I put my forehead against hers and took a deep breath, willing my fucking h
ands to steady, my body to behave long enough to give her some pleasure. I had never had issues to last long, but it’s been seven years since I had been with a woman like this.

  I grabbed the condom from the coffee table and opened the foiled wrapper. Harley’s eyes were on my fingers, watching me take the rubber and roll it on my aching cock, already a dark red from the mother of all hard-ons. I hissed when I rolled it down, the smallest touch making my dick twitch in my palm.

  I lowered my hand to her pussy, ready to touch her there, at last. I sucked in a breath and applied pressure on her hard clit. She moaned and closed her eyes. Her hands went to my back and squeezed until the light bite of her nails penetrated me through the fog of lust. That too sent a charge to my balls. And feeling how drenched she already was under my fingers as I kept on working her had me ready to blow.

  Her hips kept on chasing my fingers, asking me to tease her more, to thrust a finger inside her. And I did.

  “Fuck, Harley,’’ I said out of breath, my voice low and words barely audible.

  “I’m ready, Dex. Please.’’

  I pulled my fingers out and grabbed my cock. That was it. My fingers wrapped around my hard on were shaking and my arm supporting my weight off Harley was like Jell-O. I positioned myself at her pussy and when the tip of my cock touched her wet entrance, I closed my eyes tightly. Even with a condom it was overwhelming. Shit, that was seriously embarrassing.

  “Okay?’’ I asked again, opening my eyes to look at her flushed face and her bright eyes.

  She nodded and brought a hand to my ass, trying to pull me into her. I looked down and thrust slowly, watching my cock disappear in her heat. And…

  Fuck.

  I probably moaned or groaned, but at that point I didn’t pay attention. All I focused on was how she felt around my cock, so tight and warm, and how she threw her head back, her lips parted on a silent moan. Her eyebrows were bunched over her eyes and her neck was offered for my eager lips.

  I pushed my face into the crook of her neck and thrust all the way in, balls deep. I bit on her delicate skin, groaning like a fucking beast. I wasn’t just shaking anymore, I was trembling.

  “Please, Dex.’’ Her choked plea spurred me on and I couldn’t think of anything other than chasing that fucking orgasm and making her moan louder.

  I pulled back almost to my tip, snaked my forearm under her small back and tipped her hips upward. And I thrust back in. Hard and deep.

  “Yeah,’’ I mumbled and kissed her under her ear when her moan rang loud in the quiet living room. “Moan again for me, Harley.’’ I pulled back and thrust in her perfect pussy again. She was gripping my cock so fucking hard it was a miracle I hadn’t come yet.

  Beads of sweat gathered at my eyebrows and on my back. I was tense all over, trying like hell to not come just yet. I didn’t want to come yet. It was too fucking good.

  “Dex.’’

  I kept going, hard and each time she said my name, I bit on her neck, groaning into her skin. Her hands now on my ass pushed me on, always harder into her. Her hips met mine, fast and eager.

  I tilted her hips higher and thrust in her again. She moaned louder still and I knew I had found her g-spot. “That’s right, almost there.’’ I kept going, hitting that sweet spot inside her again and again until a tear escaped her tightly closed eyes and fell on my cheek. I pulled back to look at her. “Open your eyes, Harley. I’m too fucking close.’’

  She opened her big green eyes, looking so dark and glassy I faltered. “I’m close too,’’ she whispered between moans and bit on that fucking lip that made me crazy.

  I thrust again and my balls tightened. My fingers dug into her pert ass. I was barely breathing anymore and thrust faster, losing the rhythm. I was there. Tingles went down my spine and a devastating wave of pleasure hit me right in my balls. My cock flared and that was it.

  “Harley, Harley,’’ I repeated like a prayer, shaking violently all over. My hips hammered in her, deep and fast as I came long and fiercely in the condom.

  And then, Harley’s moan became louder still, her face turning a deeper red as she closed her eyes again. Her pussy squeezed my cock, making me come longer than I ever came and so much more intensely.

  I fell on top of her. I could barely keep my weight off her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She wrapped her legs and arms around me, cocooning me into her warm embrace as she kissed my temple.

  We breathed loud and fast into each other. My heart beat at an alarming rhythm and my limbs were quickly falling asleep. I was still shaking and my mind couldn’t process any thought beyond; it was the best sex of my life and I made her come.

  I smiled in her neck and kissed her hot skin.

  “Thank you,’’ I said in a breath.

  *

  HARLEY

  “What for?’’ I asked, still out of breath. My brain wasn’t back to its normal working state. I was completely scrambled and…I had never come so hard in my life.

  He pulled back and smiled at me. It wasn’t his usual smirk, but a real smile, almost boyish. Under his stubble I could make out a blush and his eyes had a twinkling to them that made me smile back. His hair was mussed, and his forehead shiny from a coat of sweat. He had never looked so sexy and it wasn’t just because he didn’t have clothes on. He seemed relaxed for the first time since I had met him. The other time he was close to this was when I gave him a blowjob.

  “For this.’’ He kissed the tip of my nose and I melted. “You’re amazing, Harley.’’ He pulled out of me then and I cringed. He made quick work of the condom and leaned into me again to peck my lips before he stood back on his feet. “Stay here.’’

  I watched him walking away, probably to throw away the used condom and clean himself up. His ass was perfect, tight and dimpled. I bit on my lip, catching a silly giggle. As soon as he disappeared from view, I covered my face with both hands, smiling big. I had sex with Dex Bowers and it was phenomenal. If I didn’t know about his hangups regarding sex, I would have bet all my savings that he had had sex regularly for the last several years to be so good at it.

  I stretched and sighed when I felt sore. I sat up and brought my legs to my chest and wound my arms around my thighs. Now that he wasn’t there with me, the sweat on my body made me feel chilly.

  A few minutes later he came back and his boyish smile was still present. He walked to me and extended his hand for me to take. “Let’s take a shower.’’

  “Together?’’

  He chuckled and pulled me to my feet. “Don’t get shy on me now.’’ He kissed me, his lips playing with mine and slipped his tongue in my mouth to tease me before breaking the kiss.

  “Okay,’’ I approved breathlessly, dazed by his heady kiss. This man was a skilled kisser and rendered me thoughtless.

  Without another word, he led me up the stairs and down the vast hall to the last door. It was his bedroom. A few guitars, both acoustic and electric, were exposed on the white walls, a kaleidoscope of colors. A huge double bay window opened to a breathtaking balcony where two lounge chairs, a small table and two chairs took up most of the space. I knew I was gaping at the opulence, but Dex didn’t formalize. In fact, he let me take in everything before he tugged on my hand again to lead me to the open door to the attached bathroom. But I looked back at the huge bed covered in white and black sheets and I had half a mind to test how it felt, but I didn’t. Dex and I, we did a lot more than what I thought we would on such short notice and I didn’t want to trigger some of his hangup. And I didn’t want to be rejected either.

  The bathroom was beautiful. The floor was made of modern looking taupe tiles and in the far corner, a huge Italian shower took most of the wall. The rest faded away and I didn’t look at the rest of the bathroom when he released my hand to step in the shower and turned on the hot water. I watched mesmerized when the water drenched his hair and fell down his muscled and tatted chest. He brought his hands to his hair and scratched his scalp. His biceps bulged and his forearms worked,
making me clench between my thighs.

  Hesitantly, I walked to the shower and joined him. As soon as I stepped in, he turned around and wrapped his big tattooed arms around me, pulling me under the hot jet of water. I sighed and closed my eyes, throwing my head back to wash away this crazy day.

  “I need the same shower at my place in New York,’’ I said after a few blissful seconds. I ran my hands down his biceps, tracing the dark lines of his tattoos.

  “I bought it two years ago when I saw the same one in a hotel in Miami where we were staying during our US tour.’’

  His voice was muffled by the water, but it rumbled in my chest and made my sensitive nipples tighten again. I pressed against him more firmly and kissed his jaw. His stubble prickled my skin and it made me tingle.

  “You lead a luxurious life.’’

  “It’s a nice change from how I grew up.’’ He released me, but before he did I felt his body tensing again. He turned around and grabbed the soap from the soap bar. He lathered his hands and started to wash me. His hands were soft on me, delicious and very thorough. When he washed me between my legs, I sighed and gripped his shoulders a bit tighter. I couldn’t help my reaction to his touch.

  “How come none of your and the guys’ pasts have ever surfaced?’’

  He shrugged and pulled me completely under the water to wash away the soap. It smelt like him; something woodsy. “Your father is good at his job. He has enough contacts in the industry to keep some things quiet. It’ll come out eventually.’’ I moved to take the soap from his hands, ready to reciprocate, but he shook his head. “Nah, let’s not go there. As soon as you touch me I’m going to want to take you again.’’

  “Is that such a bad thing?’’

  He chuckled and quickly washed himself before he wrapped me in his arms again. “I only want to keep you in my arms right now.’’ His voice was gruff as he pushed his head in the crook of my neck. This big man was clutching me to him and I wanted to lose myself in him. I melted some more and my heart squeezed in my chest. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, shouldn’t want to stay in his arms forever and soak up his warmth. We were a casual thing.