"What do you want, Dixon? I'm too drunk to deal with your bullshit tonight.”
I feel him come up behind me, resting his hands on both sides of me, and his hot breath is tickling my skin. I can smell the whiskey on his breath as he begins kissing my neck. "I don't want to fight with you," He murmurs against me before biting a piece of skin between my neck and collarbone, making my knees grow week.
"Then what is it you want then? Because I'm tired of the games. It's exhausting trying to keep up with you. One minute you want me, then you don't."
I don't know if it's the alcohol talking, but I'm suddenly feeling really brave as I call Dixon out on his shit.
His hands slide slowly up my thighs before coming to rest on my hips. "No games. No fighting. All I want is you naked and beneath me as I pound my dick into your pussy. I've been dreaming of burying myself in you for weeks. My balls are fucking killing me, Brooklyn. I need to have you."
I spin in his arms and face him narrowing my eyes, "I can't Dixon. I'm here with Jax." My resolve is crumbling with every breath that passes between us.
"That doesn't mean shit and you know it. I want you. You want me. We both know Jax is a nice guy, but he doesn't make you come the way I do. Only I can make your pussy drip with the slightest touch and make your voice grow hoarse from shouting my name as I give you orgasm after orgasm."
Ahh hell. I'm so fucking screwed. My heart and body are caving to his advances even though everything in me is screaming to tell him to fuck off!
"I don't want to hurt him, Dixon. He deserves more from me than this. When you broke my heart, he was there for me. When Zak attacked me, it was Jax right there by my side helping me," I let out a frustrated sigh. I reach up, fisting Dixon's shirt in my hands, as I blink up at him. "I want you...this...so badly. But not like this.
Dixon squeezes my waist tighter as he presses his erection into me, showing me how much I turn him on, causing a soft moan to escape me. I'm trying so hard to stand my ground, but he's making it so hard.
"You feel that, darlin'? That's how hard you make me every second of the fucking day. I understand you wanting to do the right thing, but you two are just friends fucking exclusively. I've been a fucking fool treating you like I have. I practically handed you over to him on a goddam silver platter because I've been too busy fighting my need to have you instead of embracing it."
"Dixon..." My words are cut off by Dixon's mouth crashing against mine. I melt into him, still holding onto his shirt. I'm squeezing it so hard my fingers are starting to hurt but I feel like I'll lose all sense of control if I let go.
He grinds against me making my clit throb as his tongue fucks my mouth. His kiss consumes me and his tongue brands mine marking it as his.
I feel as if my body is going to float out into the ocean and drift away to a sea of ecstasy with just the slightest touch from Dixon. He has my body wound up so tight.
Before I know what's happening, I find myself jumping up into Dixon's arms and feel him moving with me in his arms. Within seconds, we're back inside and disappearing into a hallway that leads towards the theater room.
I hear the click of the door opening then shutting, and then we are moving once again as Dixon breaks our kiss and begins kissing and sucking on the sensitive part beneath my ear that drives me absolutely crazy.
"God, I've missed this. Missed you. I'm done fighting it. I need to be inside of you, baby."
My body tingles all over as his words breathe against my skin. I love hearing those words. I want so badly to pinch myself, so I know I'm not dreaming.
"I've missed you too. Please hurry before someone comes looking for us." The need and desperation is evident in my voice. It's been weeks since I've been with him, and my body is on sensory overload as my hands slide up his chest and into his hair.
Everything is happening so fast. I feel him reach down and undo his shorts while pinning my body against the wall. I'm holding onto him with my legs kicked around his waist, and my fingers are digging into his scalp as I inhale sharp, deep breaths.
I feel his hands come up under my dress gripping my hips and then with one effortless move my panties are tearing from my body as he rips them off of me and stuffs them in his shorts pocket. Within seconds, I feel the burning hot heat of his dick as it presses at my entrance. It feels like heaven on earth as he pushes himself inside of me. He's so big...so perfect...stretching and filling me unlike anyone else has or ever will.
"God! Harder Dixon, please! I need you to fuck me hard, fast and talk to me with that filthy mouth of yours like I love it!"
Growling into my neck, he squeezes my ass with one hand while fisting my ponytail hard with the other yanking my head back hard, causing my sex to clench around him.
"You like it when I'm rough don't you, Darlin'."
I'm panting and moaning breathlessly as he pounds hard into me, each time shoving me up the wall.
"Yes! I love it. You make me so fucking wet. Pull it harder, bite me, fuck me until I'm creaming all over your dick.” I beg as I start sucking on his neck and flick his earlobe with my tongue before tugging on it with my teeth.
"You're a dirty little slut aren't you? You starve for my dick every second of the day. You're mine, Brooklyn. Every inch of you."
He tugs on my hair as he thrusts harder and faster inside of me. "Yes. I'm yours." I tighten my legs around his waist and shudder against him as he bites and sucks on my neck making a fiery path up to my mouth. The second his lips connect with mine; I come undone moaning into his mouth as I come harder than I have in weeks. My pussy clenches around his cock, as I shake against his body riding the wave of euphoria on which only Dixon can send me.
Just as I think I'm finally coming down, Dixon picks up his pace and starts thrusting so hard I swear his dick is going to bust straight through my fucking cervix. I feel my core tightening in anticipation of another orgasm ready to explode.
"Fuck...fuck... fuck…your pussy is squeezing my dick so fucking hard I can't hold back any longer..." His words taper off into low growls as he explodes inside of me, filling me with every last drop of his cum.
As I slowly come down from my second orgasm, I feel Dixon pulling out of me before setting me down on wobbly legs. I sag against the wall and allow what just happened to sink in.
"I can't believe we just did that. When I'm around you, I swear it’s physically impossible to ignore the pull you have on me, Dixon."
My head is all over the place right now. On one hand, I just had some amazing sex with the guy I'm madly in love with, but won't tell him because I'm too damn stubborn. I am filled with guilt for what happened just now because Jax has been so amazing. He deserves a girl who can give him what he needs. Sadly, that girl isn't me.
"Everything's fine. It's only sex, Brooklyn. It's not like you and Jax are together. You're friends who are fucking—that’s it. So don't, for one second, feel guilty about any of this." His eyes are burning with flickering flames of desire as he melts me where I stand with his intense gaze. "I've tried to fight my attraction to you but it's physically impossible, too. To be honest, I've driven myself fucking crazy trying to stop myself from wanting you."
Holy shit! Has hell officially frozen over? Dixon is admitting to feeling the palpable attraction between us! I think the end of the world is coming.
Adjusting my dress, I let Dixon's word sink in. I fix my ponytail trying to hide the fact that Dixon fucked my brains out in here. He quickly fastens the button of his shorts and runs his fingers through his hair.
A light, airy laugh comes out as I stand in shock letting his words really sink in. I almost want to pinch myself, so I know I'm not going freaking crazy!
Stalking back towards me, Dixon pins me against the wall with his stare and his body. "What are you smiling about, Darlin'?"
Shaking my head, I bring my hands up and run them over Dixon's short beard he's sporting today. "At you...us. We are quite possibly the craziest people on the planet. You drive me completely batshit crazy on a daily basis...infuriating the hell out of me and bringing me to the point where I want to knee you in the balls...repeatedly...then tackle your ass and fuck your brains out."
Dixon lets out the sexiest 'make my girly parts light up like the Fourth of fucking July' husky chuckle as he listens to my rant. "Well, I have to agree with you there. You do sound kind of crazy. I guess that's a side effect of having too much of the Dixie stick." He says teasingly giving me a playful wink.
Smacking him on the chest I yell, "Don't ever call your dick that ever again! Only I'm allowed to call it that."
"Whatever. Get your crazy ass moving before someone notices we've disappeared."
Dixon's words feel like a bucket of ice being poured over my head. I freeze at the door and turn back to Dixon, "Please promise me you will keep what happened in here tonight between us. If Jax finds out, it'll destroy him. I promised him we'd only hook up with each other. I truly meant it when I told him that. It's just too exhausting fighting what we have between us. We may fight like cats and dogs but when we're fucking, it feels like there's nowhere else I'm supposed to be."
Dixon grabs the nape of my neck and burns his eyes into mine, "I promise. But I don't want to share you. I don't know where things are going to go with us. Maybe we will fuck a few times and then the explosive passion between us with fizzle out. Or maybe it won't. But all I know, trying to ignore it is getting fucking impossible to do. I've walked around this weekend with the worst case of blue balls in my life. Watching you with him, knowing I couldn't bend you over anywhere I wanted, was pure. fucking. torture."