“There you go trying to lie to me again. I see straight through you, Brooklyn. You’re like clear glass exposing every thought and every feeling to me. I know it, and you know it. What happened in this elevator, not one minute ago, was the most exhilarating thing you’ve ever done. The fear of one of them or both turning around and discovering what I was doing to you turned you on more than you’ve ever been turned on before. You’re still so worked up that I bet, with just the flick of my tongue on that sweet little bud of yours, that you’d be coming all over again.”
Well, um. Okay. If I thought I was hot and bothered before, I’m now molten freaking lava melting into a puddle of scorching hot desire screaming to be graced with another orgasm.
Without saying a word, Dixon spins and slams his hand hard against the emergency stop button, causing the elevator to come to a halt. He then kneels down onto his knees while never taking his eyes off of mine.
My heart sounds like thunder booming across the night sky as it pounds forcefully against my ribs. I grip onto the metal pole so hard that I imagine my knuckles are now pure white. I cannot believe we’re doing this. Fifteen minutes ago I was telling myself I had to get used to never being able to experience another Dixon orgasm ever again, and now here I am getting ready to enjoy my second one in a matter of minutes.
He grips my thighs and slowly runs his hands along my outer thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up until I’m fully exposed to him. His hands leave a sizzling path of heat over my skin as they trail along my body.
The second his tongue slides between my lips and slashes against my sensitive bud, I curse out loud taking advantage of having the space to ourselves. I want him to hear what he does to me. I want my cries of ecstasy as he racks my body with multiple orgasms to haunt him in his dreams and torture him throughout his days.
“Ohh God! Fuck, Dixon! I’m going to cream all over your tongue if you do that one more time!"
Stopping, he squeezes my ass with the palms of his hands and beams up at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Is that a promise?”
Rolling my eyes, I squeeze my thighs against his bulging biceps and slam my head against the wall as the throbbing increases, and my body starves for a Dixon induced euphoric high. “Yes. Now please finish what you started, or I swear to God, Dixon...”
“I love it when you get all bossy on me.” He says with an amused tone before cupping his mouth over my mound. He begins sucking hard while swirling his tongue around my clit as he slides two fingers into my dripping wet pussy. My head is spinning and within two seconds, I’m screaming out in pleasure as another orgasm tears through my body. I’m shaking against his mouth and conjure up every ounce of strength in me to keep myself upright.
“Oh my God....oh my God…” My moans fade into a blur of words that are incomprehensible. I don’t know where each cry of bliss starts and ends. They simply flow together like the melody of a song.
As fast as our moment of bliss happened, it ends as Dixon’s phone dings, causing him to jump to his feet. He digs it out of his pocket as I adjust my dress, pulling it back down into place.
Without saying a word, he hits the emergency button once again and the elevator jerks back to life and begins ascending toward Kayden's and his penthouse suites. Both penthouse suites are two levels and overlook Houston. They are definitely living in luxury at this place.
He types a text before stuffing his phone back in his pocket and then comes to rest next to me leaning against the wall casually as if he didn’t just give me two orgasms.
The second the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open, I practically run out of the elevator. The air in there was getting so thick on the last few floors of the elevator ride, that I swear it was almost impossible to take a single breath.
Dixon takes two steps towards me before wrapping his arms around my waist and walking me in the opposite direction of which I usually go...right towards his suite.
I feel like Alice in Wonderland right now, and it’s as if just fell through the rabbit hole. Now I’m following the troublesome rabbit into Wonderland. I’ve wondered what it’d be like to go there and experience one more night with him. Now I’m about to find out. For some reason, I find myself wondering if I’m about to get myself in so deep that there will be no possible way to ever get back to the reality I’ve always known, or if I’ll want to know.
Chapter Six
Holy crap. My body hurts like hell this morning. I lift my arms slowly above my head, stretching, as I attempt to wake up. I feel like I ran a 5k with how tender every inch of my body feels. My thighs burn as I stretch my legs and roll toward the floor to ceiling windows. The sun is peeking through the spaces between the steel gray curtains that cover them with just enough sunlight to tickle my skin, warming it as it beats against me.
I glance down at my chest and see that I’m completely naked. My brain is foggy as I try to remember last night. I look at the nightstand beside my head and spot a bottle of Jack Daniels with only about a shots worth of amber liquor remaining in the bottom.
How much did we drink last night?
Judging by the state that my body is in and the pounding in my head, I’d say that I had a whole hell of a lotta sex and whiskey last night. I hear a deep, sleepy moan coming from beside me that pulls me from my thoughts, followed by a heavy arm landing on my stomach, pinning me to the bed.
The tattoo is the first thing to catch my eye. It is an antique compass with the quote, ‘Not all that wander are lost.’ A smile plays on my lips as I gingerly run my nails over Dixon’s bicep, tracing the dark black ink of his tattoo. I close my eyes basking in the warmth of his body against mine mixed with the warmth of the morning sun, and I feel my body instantly begin to relax.
I haven’t been in this bed since the night Dixon, and I first hooked up after Tank’s party. We had the most amazing morning shower together, then enjoyed a quick breakfast before I had to fly to Vancouver that afternoon. It feels like ages ago even though it was only just before Christmas.
I look around Dixon’s room, which is similar to Kayden’s penthouse with the same masculine decor. Everything is gray, white and black with very little personal touches. I spot my dress from last night discarded by the bedroom door along with a white button up dress shirt, tie and slacks nearby.
I’m trying to figure out what I should do. Normally, with anyone else, I’d slip out unnoticed and get back to my place before there is any awkward morning after with the guy whom I had my one night stand. But I can’t help but feel that if I did that, I’d regret it all day. What if this is the last time we hook up? Shouldn’t I grab onto Dixon with both hands and take everything he’s willing to give, before it all disappears?
As I lie here with my eyes closed, images from last night slowly come back to me now that my mind is becoming clear as the grogginess of sleep lifts.
Flashes of Dixon and me kissing as if we’d die if our lips weren’t touching, and tearing off one another’s clothes as if we were both possessed. Next, we were naked and stumbling into his bedroom where we finally broke apart. Me making my way towards his large king size bed while taking extra care to shake my ass the entire time while he walked towards the mini-bar in his room.
I remember hearing the faint sound of glasses clinking together followed by music playing softly throughout the bedroom before Dixon stalked towards me with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and two shot glasses in the other. I fell back on the bed laughing as Dixon made his way towards me, watching my breasts bounce and sway, as I slid my way up the bed until my back was flush with the headboard.
Many shots of Jack Daniels later, we were teasing every inch of each other’s bodies as we raced to see how many orgasms we could have before collapsing from exhaustion.
The one thing that keeps me coming back for more is that man’s ability to rock my freaking world in the bedroom. With Dixon, it’s plain and simple. The man was created by God to rock a woman’s world.
I discovered this the first night we were together. He was definitely blessed with the holy grail of dicks and he sure as hell knows how to rock his big rod. But Dixon last night...he was beyond amazing! It was as if he were trying to set a new world record for the best fuck of a girl’s life. I don’t mean just sex. I’m talking mind-blowing, laryngitis inducing, guy ruining sex. Judging by the way I’m feeling this morning, I’d say he nailed it...literally.
A new world record has been set, and by the look of things, it’s un-fucking-breakable. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that it’s going to be pretty damn hard for any guy to top what we did last night. And that’s saying a lot.
My internal battle is cut short as Dixon tugs me against his warm, hard body with his morning woody popping up to say 'hello' to my left thigh. I squeal as his fingers trail down my side, lightly tickling my skin before coming to rest on my hip.
“Mornin’,” he murmurs in my ear as he squeezes my side and effortlessly rolls me on top of him.
I straddle his lap, gazing down at his glorious ‘Dixie Stick’ as I’ve named his perfect dick. When I was little, I was obsessed with Pixie Sticks. I ate them all the time. I literally wanted them every day. My parents threatened me with the whole ‘You’ll have every tooth in your mouth rotted before your eighth birthday,’ but I couldn’t care less. That’s how I am with Dixon. I know I should avoid him at all costs, but I’m addicted to him and the things his dick does to my body.