“Don’t. Come.” His voice is low and ragged, and I get the feeling he’s been torturing himself just as much as he tortured me as he lapped at me. “Not until I’m inside you.”
“Then get the fuck inside me,” I gasp.
“Whatever you say.”
He chuckles, shoving his pants down his legs to free his cock. It’s thick and hard, and he strokes himself as he moves toward me. I spread my legs open wider, hardly caring how wanton I look sprawled across the hood of his car, my bra shoved down and my hair a mess.
He hooks my legs under the knees, lifting my hips easily as he lines himself up.
Then he thrusts forward, filling me up completely.
I make a noise that doesn’t even sound human, and Dax groans in satisfaction. He pulls out and slides in again, letting me feel every inch of him as he wraps my legs around his waist and leans over me, bracing his arms on the car’s sleek hood as he begins to thrust harder.
“Do you know what I thought to myself the first day I saw you, Low?” he murmurs, his voice rough.
“That you’d seen better tits?” I ask archly, trying to distract myself from the sensations spiraling through me, filling my whole body with liquid fire.
He laughs again, dropping his head to lick and suck my breasts, lapping at my nipples like he’s trying to make amends for anything bad he ever said about them. Then he angles his head to look up at me.
“No. I thought about this.”
“You thought about fucking me on the hood of your car?”
My words are breathy and uneven. I’m having a hard time thinking, let alone talking. He keeps driving into me, a steady pace that’s pushing me higher and higher.
Then he brings his mouth to mine again, kissing me like I’m the answer to every question in the world before breaking away to brush his lips over the shell of my ear. “I thought about having you in my fucking arms.”
There’s a raw honesty in his voice, and it makes my heart clench. The swell of emotions inside me sets off a domino effect, and before I can stop myself, I’m coming around him, grabbing onto him and whimpering as waves of ecstasy crash through me.
He doesn’t stop, driving into me harder as I tighten and convulse around him, and when the last shudders of my orgasm fade, he pins my wrists to the cold metal above my head and fucks me like he means it.
I can’t stop staring at him.
The beautiful blue-green eyes that hold both light and darkness.
The curve of his cheekbone, the angle of his jaw.
The mouth that smiles so often but is now set in a determined line.
So much more is contained within him than I saw when I first met him. Dax is so many things.
And right now, most importantly, he’s mine.
He lets out a low curse and buries himself inside me, and as he comes, he wraps his arms around me and hauls me up off the car, impaling me even harder on his cock.
“This,” he mutters in a rough voice as we cling to each other, his face buried in my hair. “This is what I thought about.”
It takes several moments before I feel like I’ll be able to walk again—I used muscles I’m not used to needing as I braced my feet against the car’s bumper. When Dax pulls out of me and gently sets me down, he holds onto me for an extra second to make sure I don’t topple over. I wobble anyway as I move to collect my discarded pants, and he chuckles.
“All right, stud,” I shoot back at him, laughing even as my body flushes with new arousal. “Gold star for you.”
We clean up and get dressed, but instead of heading back into the house, Dax opens the driver’s door of the car and rifles around under the seat for a second. When he pops back out with a little plastic baggie of weed and some rolling papers, I perk up immediately. I haven’t smoked in a while, which is ironic, considering my stress level this semester has been off the fucking charts.
He rolls the joint and pulls a lighter from his pocket, and we lean against the car to smoke.
We pass the joint back and forth, and even though we just had sex, even though his cum is still inside me, little sparks of energy zap between our fingers every time we touch. Our hands linger, holding the contact longer than necessary, soaking up these little pieces of each other every time our atoms collide.
I told my mom the truth earlier.