A Hurt So Sweet Volume Three (Elite of Eden Falls Prep 3)

"What's wrong?"

I try to breathe but I don't remember how. All of a sudden, the walls are closing in on me. I feel drunk out of my mind, but I only drank some wine... I stare into Dexter's eyes, his features dancing and making my head spin.

Dexter laughs then, loud and booming and somehow calming, and I giggle with him, all my worries forgotten as we collapse on the rug, laughing together.

"What the fuck is happening?" I hold my belly which is hurting from laughing so much. "I feel totally out of it..."

Dex grabs my hand, propping himself up on one elbow. "Feel my heart."

I do, and feel it beating as fast as my own.

"Dexter," I grind out. "You need to touch me."

"What?" His brows knit together. "You told me..."

Before I can tell myself to stop, I've taken a bold step forward. My lips find Dex's and I kiss him this time, hands on his cheeks, desperately trying to pull out the need I know he feels for me from inside the chest he's locked it in.

"I need you," I whisper against his lips. "Dex, I can't help it, I'm fucking dying for you..."

I have no idea what's happening, but a sudden burst of desire rips through my body. Dexter's figure is frozen next to mine, as if he's tripping on the same thing I am, except moments behind me. Suddenly I'm sober as day, and I take a step back, gasping as I feel my lips. I bruised my own fucking mouth by tonguefucking Dexter freaking Booth. Great job.

"Dexter, what the fuck was in that wine?" I whisper. Without waiting for his answer, I race ahead.

Dex walks in after me, and by that time, I've got the bottle in my hands. The words dance before my eyes and I feel another surge of the drink coming on.

"Pheromone," I read out loud from the wine's label. "Enhance your... sexual adventures... with this desire-inducing blend of..."

"Fuck," Dexter grunts. "Did we just drink half a bottle of that shit?"

"Afraid so." I set the bottle down on the coffee table, and liquid splashes over the top, making me laugh out loud again. "Oh God, Dex, it's happening again..."

But while I'm feeling zoned out of my mind, Dex seems to have gotten to the horny part of our little trip.

"Is that your parents' wine?" I giggle as he nears me. "Man, they were kinky."

Dex doesn't stop, and he grabs me by my ass, making me cry out as he puts my legs around his lap. I'm quick to wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him in. At least now we have an excuse to start making out... I was getting pathetically desperate without that wine, already.

"Kiss me," I beg him, but he shakes his head.

"Show me what's mine," he hisses. "Spread your legs and show me what you've been giving to all those boys behind my back..."

I bite my lower lip, teeth digging into the meat as I pull my dress up tentatively. My hands shake as they gather my panties at the hip, and I pull them down before I can change my mind.

"For fuck's sake," Dexter mutters. "They sure taught you to obey better than I ever did."

I spread my legs, not brave enough to tell him I didn't do this for anyone else. That I'm only such a slut for him, reserving him the special privilege of owning my mind on top of my body, even when he's not touching me at all.

"I only listen to you," I whisper, the words hot as I exhale them. "You're the only one I want, Dex..."

His eyes widen as my fingers touch between my legs, sliding up my pussy lips, parting them for his pleasure. The outline of his erect cock is plainly visible beneath the fabric of the grey sweatpants he's wearing. His sculpted chest rises dramatically with each breath. I realize I want him, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I stare him down, eyes glued to his as a moan escapes my parted lips.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" The dirty words feel right somehow, and I tap the fingertip of my right pointer finger against the hood of my clit. "You've been thinking about it since last time..."

He doesn't answer, but his jaw sets as he stares me down.

"Just admit it already, Dexter..." I cock my head to the side as I begin massaging myself. "You want to have your cock all wrapped up in my pussy again."

"You have no idea what you're going to make me do if you don't stop, toy." His voice is low and breathless, and his right palm has moved to the bulge in his sweatpants, greedily massaging his dick. It's not just the outline of it now, either. I can clearly see the wet spot where a bead of precum has soaked through the fabric of his pants.