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“Not just to help the others?” I have to be sure. I won’t let him take this step for them. While this may be to get the others out of a rut, I still want him to enjoy it.
He gulps, eyes dragging down my bare chest. “No. I want you. I think that’s why you being here makes me so angry. I shouldn’t want you like I do.”
I swing a leg over his lap, balancing myself on top of him. “I shouldn’t want any of you like I do.”
Chapter 37
My lips clashwith Dexter’s, and a feeling of rightness seeps into my bones. His scent, his touch, his taste, all of it is a heady cocktail that has me whining and desperate for his touch.
His fingertips dig into my hips where he grips me, pushing me down hard onto his cock. Even though layers of clothing separate us, I can’t stop myself from grinding against his hardness. He throws his head back, showing off the smooth, unblemished column of his neck as he lets out my name in a low, rumbling groan before pressing our lips together again.
I quickly take control of the kiss, chasing his tongue with mine and sucking it into my mouth. I pull away, biting his lower lip gently, and yank off his plain black tee. His body is all corded muscle, lean and fit from his training and trapeze work. I’ve seen him shirtless countless times at this point, after shows and just wandering the property, but it’s never affected me like it does now.
Before I lose myself in him, I take a look at the men around me. Quinton has Matteo pinned down, fuckinghim from behind with an iron grip on his hair, and the Beta’s eyes are rolled back, his throat exposed. The usually mellow Alpha’s teeth are bared in a snarl as he makes eye contact with me, hips moving at a brutal pace.
Dario and Jude are both working their cocks, eyes locked on me like heat-seeking missiles.
Satisfied that everyone is as contained as they can be, I let the room around me fall out of focus as Dexter takes up every one of my senses.
I push him backward, and he sprawls out on the floor of Jude’s trailer. Straddling his hips, I drag my fingers down his face, to his collarbones, and across his abs. He shudders under my touch, eyes falling closed as I tease him with soft, sweeping touches. When he whimpers and thrusts up, chasing my touch, I place a hand on his sternum, holding him down.
“Do you need me to take control, Dexter?” I purr quietly. “Do you want me to take what I need from you?”
Something tells me he is an Alpha who is always in control. His stern demeanor, contrasting with Dario’s goofy, outgoing personality, weighs him down, and maybe, this once, he would like the opportunity not to think.
To just feel.
“Yes,” he responds, hands tracing the curve of my waist. “Please.”
“If you need me to stop, just say the word, Dexter.” I gather his hands in mine, holding them to my chest. “I will never, ever take this farther than you want.”
His dark eyes soften. “I know.”
Dropping his hands, I kiss the path my fingers just traveled, across his collarbone, down his chest, and then to the waistband of his shorts. His cock strains them, and I move around it, touching the soft flesh of his abdomen and then dragging my hands up his thighs. He groans,hips thrusting up, as I touch everywhere but where he wants me most.
“Please,” he moans as I finally ghost my hand across the tip of his cock. “Alex.”
My name on his lips is as decadent as the molten caramel of his scent.
Slowly, I pull his shorts off his body, unable to take my eyes off his cock, the tip angry and dripping for me, as it appears from under the fabric. It curves upward, the knot at the base slightly swollen, and I cannot resist the urge to flick my tongue out and catch a drop of moisture pooling at his slit.
That single touch has his body shaking, his hands fisting at his sides.
I love being in control like this. After everything that Rich, Greg, and Tripp put me through, being able to take what I need sexually is a luxury I didn’t know I needed. And Dexter is the perfect partner for this. Tentative and unsure, fearful and a little angry, he needs someone to take the lead and guide him.
I am more than happy to be that person for him.
Unable to resist any longer, I slip my lips around his cock, sucking softly and gripping the base, squeezing his knot gently. His body jackknifes up, his hands weaving in my hair, as he cries out in pleasure. His body bends around my head, and his hips thrust up like he’s unable to control himself.
As if the pleasure my mouth has brought him is too much for him, and he has lost all control of his body.
He thrusts three times before he’s spilling in my mouth with a gasping breath. Immediately, he drops my hair and leans back on his elbows, face red with embarrassment.
“Holy shit,” he whimpers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I’d… I thought I’d last longer.”
I crawl into his lap, noticing that his cock is still hard and his knot has grown in size, but isn’t fully inflated. Maybe he’s closer to a rut than I thought, if he’s ready to go another round.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, kissing up his neck. “It’s your first time.”
