Admit It (Sinclair 2)

ex’s eyes slid open slowly. He blinked a few times to reconcile fantasy and reality. Cayla was standing in his bedroom doorframe with her hand on her chest. Her eyes were fixated on his hand rubbing his dick. Desire was the prominent expression on her face. He watched her watch him. She still didn’t know he was aware of her presence. Dex’s need for her magnified; he didn’t want to scare her off.

“Are you going to help me, Cayla?”

Cayla let out a surprised gasp; her wild eyes flew to his. She was looking delicious in a soft pink dress, pale blue ballet flats, and a matching pale blue cardigan. He had to have her. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. His body was facing her – naked and hard.

Dex had no intention of letting her leave.

“Come here, Cayla,” Dex demanded softly.

Cayla’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know Dex was home. She still had the key Kalilah gave her when she lived there. She had come during her lunch break to drop off the fruit arrangement she’d gotten him as a peace offering. She had placed the basket on the kitchen table and planned on leaving a note on his bed. She hadn’t seen his SUV, but she didn’t check the garage.

A soft moan had led her to the bedroom in a trance. Her legs were wobbly because she didn’t know what to expect. She’d silently prayed that he wasn’t in his room with a woman. It would crush her. Curiosity won, and she peeked inside. Her body reacted immediately. Cayla’s nipples tightened, and her panties grew wetter with each tug of is hand.

Dex’s body was beautiful. He looked strong, raw, and feral. His body was hard and tight with muscles. Kalilah had described him as Ryan Reynold’s in Blade cut; Cayla had to agree. His tattoo ran from a little above his elbow, up his arm, along his shoulder, down his side, over his hip, and stopped mid-thigh. She wanted to lick the whole thing after exploring every little detail with her fingers.

His impressive cock bobbed when he moved. The tip shone with precum. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him; to give him the pleasure he gave her. Cayla’s core temperature rose. Her light weight cardigan felt like winter wool.

“Now, Cayla.” His voice was a mixture of a growl and a plea. It broke all her reservations.

“I’m twenty minutes into my lunch break,” she said as she moved forward. “I still need to eat.”

Dex’s strong hands pulled her closer. He opened his legs to pull her between them. She breathed him in, happy to be in his arms. His naked arms wrapped around her waist gripping her tightly. He was solid and warm.

“I’ll have you back in time.” The heat in his voice made her melt.

Cayla whimpered when he nipped her breast through the bodice of her dress. His lips continued their delicious torture as his hands dipped under the hem of her dress. Her hips rocked against the heel of his hand when he cupped her mound. Desperate need shot through her.

“Hurry, Dex,” she pleaded as she continued to rub herself on his hand.

“Strip.”

That one word spurred her into action. She ripped off her cardigan and untied the halter of her dress. Dex’s competent hands alleviated her of her panties as she unhooked her bra. In mere seconds, she was completely naked in front of an equally naked Dex. There was no turning back; she didn’t want to stop.

Dex sucked her nipple into his mouth while his hands dug into her ass cheeks. The sensation shot straight to her clit. She squirmed when her juices slid down her inner thighs. She’d never been this wet for anyone. Dex flipped her until her back was lying on the bed. Standing between her legs, Dex pressed the head of his cock against her center.

Cayla moaned at the pressure, rubbing herself against him. Her need for him scented the air.

“You’re so wet for me,” Dex rasped. He ran the tip of his erection along her slit. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

Cayla was going to explode if she didn’t have him soon. “Now, please.”

She watched as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down his shaft. Her core clenched in anticipation. He grabbed a pillow and positioned it under her ass. That was new.

“This is gonna be quick but satisfying,” he promised before pushing into her.

He slid into her tight walls slowly. Inch by delicious inch until he was buried to the hilt. Cayla had never felt so filled. Her chest heaved like she had gone for a run.

Dex stared hungrily at their joined bodies. Her walls twitched in response.

“Fuck, Cayla. You feel so damn good.”

He swiveled his hips, putting pressure in different areas. He pulled her legs against his body, flattening them until her toes were next to his ears. Cayla’s whole body warmed. A current of pleasure shot from her toes to the top of her head. The next time he rocked deep inside of her, Cayla groaned deep when the same sensation shot through her slightly more intense than the last.

“You like that, baby?” His voice made her heart flutter.

His eyes ate her up, burning her from the inside. Dex’s hard body slammed against her, each thrust activating his abs. Fuck, he was sexy. His hot gray eyes blazed with desire. He looked at her through lidded eyes. The next hard thrust sent the same intense pleasure through her body. Cayla felt her toes curl; her body arched off the bed.

“Don’t fight it. Relax.”