Finally, he used his thumb to angle his rigid length towards my now soaked and very eager opening. He slid inside and I panted and shook as he spread me open and split me wide. I’d never been with someone that was as well endowed as Church was. I could feel him . . . everywhere. I could feel him touch every nerve. I could feel every part of my pussy move and stretch to accommodate him. I felt my muscles clench and relax as they worked to pull him deeper and deeper. I could feel every quiver and quake as pleasure coiled along my spine and ripped through my veins. This was more than having sex. This was being claimed. This was being invaded and taken over. This was being conquered by the king of everything and made the queen of all that was important to him.
“I lied.” His voice was ragged against the side of my neck. “If there is something better than heaven that’s what being inside of you feels like.”
He used his hold on my hip to urge me to move. I started sliding up and down, his cock pulling along swollen, sensitive flesh with each downward glide. It made my eyes roll back in my head again and had my toes curling. His free hand skated up the ladder of my ribs and worked its way under the heavy weight of my bouncing breast. His thumb circled my nipple on one side as his head shifted so that he could catch the other one in the heat of his mouth. The dual sensation caused me to throw my head back and moan up at the ceiling. I was well past the point of worrying that someone was going to hear me.
I rode him hard.
I rode him fast.
I rode him wild.
I rode him rough.
I felt his fingers digging into my hip and I knew I was going to have a bruise but I didn’t care. His teeth were scratching roughly across my nipple as I panted into his ear with each collision of our bodies. I could feel my orgasm chasing me down. It was pushing, shoving me towards the edge that I was scared to drop over. Once I did I knew the only person that would know where to look for me after I landed was the one driving me towards the verge of a pleasure so intense it was going to change who I was and what I was willing to accept for the rest of my life.
“Church.” I whispered his name into the darkness and let my lips skim along the curve of his shoulder. He was salty with sweat and his skin was warm on my lips.
“Goddamn, Dixie, you make it really hard for me to remember why I thought it was a good idea to stay the hell away from you.” I squealed in surprise as he suddenly lurched to his feet and maneuvered us onto the bed. He urged me to curl my legs up around his pumping ass as he held on to my hips. I locked my ankles at the small of his back and groaned when he ordered me to put my fingers between my legs. I did as requested, sliding fingers through my own wetness and almost purring in delight when his hardness brushed across the back of my knuckles as he pounded into me.
I used a much lighter touch than he had when I circled my clit. My fingers barely made contact as I brushed the engorged little nub. I whispered his name again, not really sure if I was asking for more or asking for mercy, either way my little caress was the last step I needed to go over.
My body bucked against his thrusts and clamped down tightly on his pistoning cock. I gushed pleasure and leaked desire in a flood that wouldn’t be stopped. He rumbled something animalistic and raw from deep within his chest. He told me that I was better than anything that had been before me. He told me I was beautiful, that I felt beautiful. He promised me that I would feel him in the morning and every time I moved for the next day. He told me that he’d never had anything perfect but if he had to guess what it felt like it would be the two of us together. He was constantly telling me that he was a liar . . . but with him over me, with him inside of me . . . I believed every word he said. The truth was in his hands, in his mouth, in the way his cock moved in and out of me like he couldn’t get enough of me . . . or of us together.
When he came his eyes were like a kaleidoscope of passion and pleasure colliding. I got lost in the sheer beauty of everything that was Dash Churchill. It was hard to keep my eyes open but there was nothing that could pull my gaze away.
He was breathing hard and uneven as he braced his big body over mine. He was comfortable in the dark, so I knew he could see me clearly while I struggled to take in everything that was hidden in the dimness.
We watched each other, both changed in unspeakable ways as our heart rates returned to normal. I put my hands on either side of his cheeks and lifted my head so I could give him a kiss. There, against my lips, I felt his lips twitch and move. Slowly at first. Rusty and out of practice. He smiled as I kissed him and I felt it all throughout my soul.
I had given him something good to replace the bad and he had given me something that was going to be cherished and unforgettable when this moment with him was nothing more than my favorite memory.
Chapter 12
Church
I couldn’t remember a night that I slept throughout without waking up. My body was trained to doze lightly and to wake when even the slightest thing seemed off. I never rested easy when I was in a new place and I very rarely managed to out-sleep the sun going up even after working the extreme bar hours I’d been keeping as of late. It was an instinct honed over years of catnapping under a sky set on fire by missiles and gunfire. It was a reaction that had saved my ass more than once.
My childhood home wasn’t exactly hostile territory and bedding down with Dixie sprawled heavy limbed and orgasm drunk all over the top of me definitely wasn’t sleeping with the enemy, but there were enough differences in my usual routine that it should have been a restless night without much shut-eye. The opposite was true. I slept better than I had in ten years. I wrapped my arms around the warm, pliant woman that had blown my mind . . . and other parts of me . . . closed my eyes, and drifted off like I didn’t have the kind of history behind me that usually led to nightmares instead of sweet dreams. Granted I was more than worn-out. The reunion with my family, getting an earful from Elma, the puzzle of who was trying to make this trip home more difficult than it already was, all of that weighed heavily on my mind, and then Dixie had her way with the rest of me and every muscle I had, every tendon and bone felt like it had turned to mush. I’d never considered myself a man that had the ability to go soft for a woman, but dammit all if she didn’t make me malleable and pliable with nothing more than her sexy moans and wicked demands whispered in my ear. I told her I would give her the best of what I had. I didn’t anticipate the need, the overwhelming desire to give her better than my best because that’s what she gave me.
I woke up when Jules and Dalen were rambling around the house getting ready for work and school respectively. I heard them down the hallway in the kitchen and contemplated getting up and bringing breakfast back for the woman who was still breathing slowly and evenly into the center of my chest. Her uncontrollable tangle of hair was brushing my chin and sticking to the scruff that I had yet to find the time to shave off. One of her hands was folded under her cheek, lying across my heart, and that little traitor leaped at the knowledge that if I dared to let her hold it there was no way she would handle it with anything but gentle care and delicate reverence. Her other arm was tucked along my side where my arm was curved across the sexy dip of her hip. I had no idea when my palm took up residence on the luscious swell of her ass but I wasn’t going to complain about it and I was in no rush to move it.
I liked her goofy T-shirts with their silly sayings that she seemed to prefer sleeping in, but if I had a say she wouldn’t be in this bed with me with anything covering her up for the rest of our time together. I was still finding cute little freckles that I hadn’t yet put my tongue on and there was no way I would be able to find them all if she was keeping those lush curves of hers hidden.
She had one of her legs cocked at an angle between mine and while my morning erection was always alert and ready to go before I was, this morning it was particularly insistent that I get my shit together and take advantage of the fact that what felt like an endless amount of silken smooth female flesh was pressed against it, warm with slee
p and soft from lingering satisfaction. She felt good draped across me. She felt like she belonged there.
My fingers stroked across the supple skin like they had a mind of their own. Dixie mumbled something drowsily and rubbed her nose on the hard line that divided my pecs. The heavy muscle flexed involuntarily, and I sucked in a careful breath as her knee grazed the very sensitive part of my anatomy it was resting against. My dick twitched and lifted, pressing pointedly into her thigh. I couldn’t tell if she was on board with this particular wake-up call but the hand along my side moved so that it was resting under my ribs and her freckled cheek brushed against my chest like a kitten searching for affection. I took the hand that was resting behind my head and tunneled my fingers into her fiery mane of hair. I loved the way it coiled and snaked around my fingers. It was the only trap I would walk willingly into time and time again.
“You awake?” My voice was raspier than normal and I could hear the throb of desperation in it. I really, really wanted her to be awake or I wanted to wake her up in a way she wasn’t going to be able to forget anytime soon. We’d gone at each other hard last night, several times over. I could feel it in my thighs and in my back, so I had no doubt she was probably sore and tender in all the places I wanted to leave even more marks and memories on. “I know it’s before noon, but if you rise and shine I can guarantee you won’t regret it.” It wasn’t lost on me that my asking her to let me in had more than one meaning. I wanted inside all the sweetness that would go wet and ready for me in an instant, but I was also starting to feel like I needed inside, past all the warmth and kindness she had for everyone, to the real heart of her.
The tip of her nose rubbed back and forth over my collarbone as she shook her head and mumbled something else I couldn’t make out but her leg shifted between mine again, this time more deliberately. This time it was a caress. This time it was her leg sliding along the underside of my very erect cock, rubbing it up and down, causing it to pulse against her and making me shift my hips under her so I could chase the sensation. She made me desperate and entranced me with very little effort. I’d wanted to take her to bed from the minute I saw her, but now that I had her there it felt so much more significant than getting off and getting a piece of her. It felt like something I had been fighting for, something I had been working towards without even knowing I was taking those steps.
I buried my face in the side of her neck and licked along the creamy column. It was easy to maneuver her so that we were lying face-to-face and I growled in satisfaction against her skin, now damp from my mouth, when her leg moved so that it was on the outside of mine, giving me unfettered access to her pretty, pink center. I was kissing my way up to her ear and rubbing my hands all over her back while retaining my hold on her ass when I vaguely heard the trill of some song I didn’t recognize coming from somewhere on the floor.
I was wrapped all around Dixie, I had the tip of my dick nestled perfectly between folds that were warming up and getting slick and ready when she suddenly made a noise that indicated she was no longer half asleep. Her eyes popped open and she stared at me for a minute before her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed back a little bit until I loosened my hold on her enough that she could roll away from me towards the side of the bed. She didn’t have her typical morning scowl and blurry-eyed annoyance stamped on her pretty face. It was nice to know if I woke her up with foreplay her claws stayed retracted, not that it bothered me when she sunk them in.
“That’s Wheeler. I need to answer it. Some crazy stuff went on with my sister yesterday, and he might need to talk.”
I heard her hands patting the floor where everything had landed after our acrobatics on the bed last night. I shook my head to get my thoughts together and frowned at her back even though she couldn’t see my sour expression.
“Can’t you call him back when it’s a better time for you?” I knew she went above and beyond for the people she cared about but there was no missing the way her body responded to mine. She wanted what I was about to give her, half asleep or not.
She looked at me over her shoulder with her strawberry brows pulled into a scowl. I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me or at the interruption. “It’ll just take a second. I have to be there if he wants to talk.”
I scowled right back at her but mine lacked the heat hers had because in her haste to answer the call she forgot to pull the sheet back up and her plump, rosy nipples were poking out at me looking like the most delectable little berries. That was the kind of breakfast in bed I was talking about. My frown quickly morphed into a smirk as I asked her, “What about what you want? When do you get to put your own needs first?”
Her scowl deepened as she issued a breathy greeting into the phone. Maybe she didn’t like me pointing out that she was always putting others first, but at some point the girl deserved to have hers and damn everyone else. I felt my lips pull upwards as I continued to watch her. Her cheeks heated, and she put a hand out to ineffectively ward me off as I leaned towards her. She wanted me to smile. I wasn’t quite there yet but I could grin, and I could do it wickedly and mischievously because I didn’t care that she was on the phone trying to fix someone else’s life. I cared that she wanted me and there was no reason to deny herself, or me. She deserved to come first every now and again . . . in fact I was going to make it my mission to make sure she came first whenever we were together for the foreseeable future and not just when we were in bed.
“No. Don’t chase after Poppy, Wheeler. That’s the worst thing you can do. If you go pounding on her door she won’t open it.” Her eyes widened as I reached for her and started to pull her back across the bed towards me. She held up a hand and shook her head frantically while I continued to grin at her. I ignored her swatting hand as I rolled her much smaller frame under mine and trapped her with my bulk.
She continued to glare at me as I caught the hand that wasn’t busy with the phone in one of mine and pinned it to the bed next to her. Her wiggling only served to make a space for me between her legs that I immediately took advantage of. I captured one of the plump, pert tips between my lips and used the tip of my tongue to circle around and around. Her whole body went still and I heard her suck in a breath and then assure the tatted-up caller on the other end of the phone that she was fine.
“I just have something caught in my throat. Why are you worried about how Poppy feels? I know Kallie can be intense, but shouldn’t you be concerned with what she came over to tell you and not how the confrontation affected a total stranger?”
I heard a masculine voice rise on the other end of the call and took advantage of the fact that Dixie moved the phone away from her ear to get my mouth on her other breast. I wanted them glistening and wet. I wanted them slippery enough that I could slide my cock between them until the tip touched her lips. That image had me growling around the stiff tip locked between my teeth. The vibration had her legs shifting against mine where I had them immobilized in a different, more restless and less combative, way.
“Uh . . . what? No, no, I’m listening to you and I’m not taking Kallie’s side. I just think you need to listen to her. What she has to say isn’t going to make the fact she cheated on you hurt any less, but it will go a long way towards both of you finding some kind of closure. I think my neighbor should be the least of your concerns at the moment.” Her words were coming out faster and faster. Instead of trying to wiggle away from me she was pressing her chest up into my mouth as I licked across her collarbone and stopped to suck on the hollow at the base of her neck hard enough to leave a mark. She made a pained little sound and moved her legs more aggressively against mine.
Because I wasn’t done showing her that she should put her wants and her needs before others’ occasionally and because I was enjoying the slow and sweet torture of touching her without having the luxury of having her hands undoing me in turn I wrapped an arm across her chest and rolled us so that her back was plastered all along my front. My th
robbing dick found a very happy home nestled along the sexy crevasse of her backside. The rounded flesh pressing into my erection had me sucking in a breath that was loud enough to be heard by the person Dixie was struggling to have a conversation with.
“Jesus, Wheeler. Do you really want me to get into all the ways in which it isn’t your business who that was? You have enough on your plate without worrying about me.” She swore softly and turned her head to glare at me over her shoulder as I grabbed her knee and propped it up on the outside of mine. She could play at being mad all she wanted, that pussy that was what dreams were made of didn’t lie. It was shiny and all kinds of perky and eager. Her desire was evident and I wasn’t about to deny either of us the otherworldly gratification we could give to each other. “Listen, I have to go.” She sure did. I curled my hand around her knee and lifted it up so that I could prod her swollen entrance with my cock. Her body pulled at me, tugged at my rigid flesh until I couldn’t resist the lure and pushed all the way into her. She made a strangled sound that I figured Wheeler had to recognize because a split second later Dixie was muttering, “Talk to Kallie. I’ll check on Poppy later. Bye.” The phone fell to the bed as I started to thrust slowly in and out of her.
She was still looking at me over her shoulder but the heat that was angry was quickly switching to arousal. “I’m super mad at you right now.” The words had no force behind them and I couldn’t stop another grin from escaping as the hand that had been using the phone lifted up and bent behind her so that she could hold on to the back of my head as I latched my teeth on to the delicate dip at the base of her neck.
“I don’t believe you. You don’t feel mad. You feel like you want to come. You feel like you need to come.” From this position behind her I couldn’t get as deep. My thrusts were shallow, slow and deliberate. I could feel the way my cock dragged across tender flesh and sensitive nerves. It was delicious torture for both of us but there was no way either of us were going to get off with this teasing, taunting pace. “You feel like you want something just for you, Dixie. Take it. You’re allowed to come first, pretty girl.”