“We don’t need them.”
Dex pushed Cayla’s legs open and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. His eyes were still locked with hers when he took a long, leisurely lick of her slit. Sparks of desire shot through her body and flew to her core. Dex moaned and continued the firm yet gentle strokes with his tongue. He watched and listened to what she liked and adjusted accordingly. He mastered her body within seconds. All the light foreplay before had Cayla more primed than she realized. She let out a surprised gasp before she crumbled.
“Ah…shit…DEX!”
Cayla moaned incoherently when Dex stuck two fingers inside of her, intensifying the spasms. His mouth clamped down on her clit, sucking and teasing it while he massaged her with his fingers. First, Cayla tried to push him away. The sensations were too intense. Then, another orgasm started to build. Her hips ground against Dex, chasing the sweet release.
“Mmm. I could do this for hours,” Dex moaned before sitting back.
Cayla whimpered at the loss of his touch. She was close, all she needed…
Wait. Hours? It’s settled. Dex was trying to kill her. What did she do? Maybe when she’d threatened Nick, she’d upset the Sinclair empire. Dex was the family’s henchman and took out women with sex. He orgasmed them to death. It’s hard to prove. The perfect murder.
Dex picked up his replica and rubbed it against her opening. “But, I’ve been dying to do this since I made it.”
He pushed the tip in slowly. Her hormones rejoiced, and her vaginal muscles wanted to know what the hell was going on. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time, and she limited self-play to clitoral stimulation. Dex eased the tip out then back in, giving her muscles time to stretch.
“You’re gonna feel so good on the real thing, Cayla.”
Dex rotated the tip and pushed it in a little further. Cayla’s head fell back. The sensation was building again. Dex licked his thumb and started massaging her clit as he continued the shallow strokes.
“Rub your nipples.”
Cayla was never asked to touch herself in any capacity. She was not used to doing that sort of thing, but, Dex’s soft command and the building sensation in her body made her adventurous. She grabbed her breasts and kneaded them like she would do if she were alone. The added sensation, coupled with the act of doing something naughty for Dex while he watched, had her rising back to her peak.
Dex wasn’t using the whole toy, and it felt incredible. Her naughty mind fantasized about getting the real thing. She imagined Dex’s hard body naked and pounding all the way into her. Him moaning her name the way she moaned his. The sounds he’d make and how he would look when he came. She could hear the wetness created from her thoughts and his actions. It intensified the feeling. Desire wrapped into a tight coil that was moments from exploding in her body.
Dex’s thumb abandoned her clit. He replaced it with the tip of his tongue, teasing and stroking. Her orgasm slapped her, and she flew back over the edge.
“Oh sh…Oh fuck!”
Cayla felt like her body dissolved. She became one with the couch. Dex held the dildo in place. Her body throbbed around it; her tight muscles attempted to push it out.
Her body returned to earth. Dex stared at her in a lustful haze. The dildo hit the floor with a soft thud.
“Fuck. That was hot,” Dex growled before his mouth attacked hers.
He picked her up and carried her to her room. Never breaking the kiss. He laid her on her bed and pulled the blanket up around her. Cayla sat up confused. He wasn’t joining her.
“What about you?” she asked almost desperate to feel his body.
He smiled sweetly at her. His eyes still blazing. “It’s not about me tonight.”
Chapter 12
Dex: Good morning. I heard you were off, want to come to the restaurant for breakfast?
Dex sent the text before shrugging on his shirt. He’d just finished his second shower and third hand job since leaving Cayla the night before. The memories played in a constant loop. The way she tasted on his tongue, her moaning his name, the eager way she looked at his erection. His attempt at being altruistic was killing him.
Dex could see the hesitation when he’d arrived. He was surprised she had said okay via text. He smiled to himself. That damn Kalilah set her up and he appreciated it.
Cayla: No.
Dex exhaled deeply. He just may be dealing with the other Cayla.
Dex: Lunch or Dinner?
Cayla: Neither