Under Locke(131)

His mouth finally pulled away from my chest after a lazy lap at each wet nipple. Dex’s heavy eyes were on me, lips slightly parted before his mouth was on mine again, taking all of me without a second thought as his hand cupped over my shorts. His fingers slipped up one of my legs, pulling my bottoms and underwear to the side, his pads grazing over the seam of my sex.



He made a husky, raw noise in his throat. “Jesus,” he murmured over my mouth, fingertips grazing over the moist line of my lower body.



I was too turned on to care that I was, in fact, really wet, and too wrapped up in my own little world to care that I had a damp spot on my underwear to tell that story. And that little—or maybe not so little—spot was held captive by Dex’s palm.



All of his fingers except his thumb fell away, leaving his thickest digit to brush lightly along the slit. “You’re so hot, baby.”



Holy crap. Holy crap.



Dex swept his thumb over me again and again. He didn’t ask for permission when his index finger spread me wide, his thumb brushing over me once more with a feather-light touch.



Oh my sweet lord. Holy craaaaap.



I dropped my head to the pillow below me, breathing hard as he parted me open, letting the heat of his hand sweep over me. “Iris, Iris, Iris,” he chanted, one of his fingers grazing directly between my legs before continuing its path lower until the tip of a long finger dipped into me. Then dipped deeper. Dex’s eyes closed before he slid it gradually completely inside, palm flush against my outer flesh.



I panted. There wasn’t anything else to do besides call him God, or moan and beg him to do whatever he wanted except stop. What had I been so scared of? Someone please tell me. It felt like drowning and being born at the same time. He pulled his finger out slowly, the crease between his eyebrows furrowing with the movement before he slid it back in completely with a husky groan.



"Fuck," he drawled like he was in pain. Those bright blue eyes made a trek from the center of my body up to my face, heavy and horny, the weight of Dex’s gaze was crushing. His normally smooth skin was flushed pink. Fingers massaged the slick channel they’d buried themselves in and I couldn’t help but gasp.



Dex’s bottom lip dropped just an inch, his breathing hard. “You like that, baby?”



By some friggin miracle, I managed to tip my head down once in agreement, earning a lick across my collarbone from Dex.



His fingers made a slow withdrawal, the pads grazing something incredibly sensitive and so unbelievably amazing. He circled over the same spot again and I might have made some kind of choking noise.



“So fuckin’ hot.” The relentless beast repeated the motion over and over again, as I squirmed against his hand, some part of me wanting and needing more and more and more. I arched my back and wiggled my hips in reaction. What did Dex do? He groaned, his breathing getting heavier. “You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna finger you all day, babe.”



Then he started turning his fingers as his mouth latched onto my throat, kissing me, sucking at me, breathing on me. I had my back arched against him when I spread my legs wider. He slowly slid another finger inside right then, creating that same line of dangerous movement that made my thighs shake with anticipation and my insides sting with the invasion of Dex's digits.



He swallowed hard as he pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before easing them back in. Dex shook his head, licked his lip. "You're ruinin' me, babe."



I pushed my hips down greedily, loving the way he felt stretching me. Any desire to be modest just kind of flew out the window. “Dex.”



He groaned, tilting his head to look right in my eyes as his movement sped up. His fingers scissored, his palm grinding against the start of my slit with each sinking thrust of his digits. Dex’s eyes were dark, his shoulders tense as he fingered me.



“You gonna come on my hand, baby?” he asked in a rough voice. His body was tight and coiled over me, and I think he might have started sweating but I was too selfish to be sure.



I swallowed and nodded, dragging my eyes down the colorful slope of his detailed chest to land on the bulge beneath his boxers that had gotten bigger in no time. Some deeply possessive, sexual part of me wanted to touch him. My skills might not be anything to brag about, but how hard could it be? My boyfriend in high school had come in his pants just from dry-humping each other.



Okay, well, it was completely different but still. I’d seen enough porn even if my one-on-one experience wasn’t something confident-worthy. My hands shook just a little from nerves.



So I told that part of my brain to go to sleep a second before reaching forward to dip my fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging the elastic down low enough so that the broad, blunt head of his cock peeped out. The plum-shaped, deep pink head that was missing a piercing.