Page 33 of How to Flirt with a Hellhound
”What do I owe you for all this?” I asked.
“Nothing. It’s no problem. I want to keep you safe,” he said.
Aww, that was totally sweet. I figured I’d find some way to pay him back for it (and not with sex, brain—get yourself out of the gutter). I would say I’d cook for him, but maybe I’d order some takeout instead—that would be safer for everyone.
“Do you, umm, want to come in for coffee?” I asked.
He smiled and bounded up the porch, and I opened the door and led us to the kitchen. I busied myself with the coffee maker and asked, “Did you look at the emails?” I felt myself blushing and couldn’t help it. They were embarrassing. Some of them were mean, and some were sexually explicit, and I knew I had no reason to feel ashamed, because I sure as hell didn’t send them, but somehow I still had this nasty feeling squirming in my gut when I thought about them.
“Not all of them,” he answered, watching me closely. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I did send them on to a friend to try and analyze them, or do whatever technology magic he can, but I don’t have to read the rest of them if it makes you uncomfortable.”
I chuckled weakly as the coffee started sputtering, turning around to get two mugs, the sugar, and some cream from the fridge and setting them down in front of us. “No. It’s ok. I know it’s not my fault and all, but it still feels… I don’t know. Just icky, I guess.”
Dex came around from the other side of the counter, took my face between his hands, looked me in the eyes, and said, “You are not responsible for anyone else’s actions, and I don’t want you reading any more emails. I will take care of you, Toby. I promise.”
Swoonworthy. Dex was perfect, and I couldn’t help standing on my tiptoes to attack him with my mouth.
Luckily, his mouth attacked right back.
This was no gentle, flirty kiss like earlier. This was all heat and tongues dancing and lips nibbling. He held my face as our mouths pressed hungrily together, and without any thought I ran my hands up under his hoodie to feel his bare chest. He growled low in his throat, pressing closer to me.
The man wason fire. Holy smokes—pun fucking intended.
He stepped away for a half a second to rip his hoodie up over his head, then his mouth crashed down into mine again. The next breath of air had my shirt peeled off, and we were bare chest to bare chest.
I didn’t even have time to feel self-conscious, because Dex was touching meeverywhere. It was like he suddenly had more than two hands. His skin was hot and hard against mine, and I could feel his cock pressing against my belly. The man was fuckinghugeas far as I could tell. It was such a turn on that I had made him that hard just from kissing.
His mouth pressed against my neck, teeth gently nibbling, and I whimpered low in my throat, grinding my own hard cock against his leg. It felt so fucking good, and I thought I might literally come in my pants. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on from kissing someone.
Then again, up until yesterday I don’t know that I’d ever kissed someone quite like Dex.
“Please,” I ground out, not even really knowing what I was asking for. Whatever he wanted, I wastherefor it.
He nipped my neck again, his hand gently tweaking my nipple at the same time, but then his hot skin moved away from mine. I mewled out in disappointment, except he didn’t move away; he moved down.
Holy fuck.
“I need to taste you,” he grumbled, his voice low and growly and sexy as hell, and he was already unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as I made sounds of agreement. He pulled my pantsand boxer briefs down in one quick move, and before I could even steady myself my dick was surrounded by hot, wet suction.
I almost fucking fell over. Holy shit.
Dex reached an arm up to steady me, even as his mouth continued to work me, and I leaned against the counter behind me. When I looked down he was looking up at me, bobbing up and down on my dick. His tongue was tracing around the head, licking at the sensitive underside at a frantic pace that was about to send me over the edge. He was doing that sexy as fuck growly thing, and Ifeltthe vibrations on my cock.
Then his mouth took my cock completely, and I could feel his throat swallowing around me, squeezing the head, wet and fiery heat surrounding my length.
The pleasure was so intense that my knees literally buckled, but Dex was there, his hand holding me up, and his fingers found their way to my nipple, giving a little tug. I cried out as he continued to suck on my cock, his tongue doing something that felt amazing but that I couldn’t even explain.
When I opened my eyes again, not even realizing I had closed them, I swear to god it looked like his eyes flashed red, and that was it. I didn’t have time to warn him before my orgasm was crashing into me, my legs actually shaking and my chest heaving with the intensity of it.
He sucked me gently through it, extending the pleasure, and it was like he knew exactly when to pull off. When I had my wits about me again, I looked down, and Dex’s head was resting against my thigh, his chest heaving. I put a hand down and ran it through his hair, which was soft and silky and fucking beautiful.
I couldn’t quite see his face, but he pressed a kiss against my thigh that made me shiver.
“Let me…” I started, but he looked up at me, and his eyes… I didn’t know if I was seeing shit or if I needed my light bulbs replaced or what the fuck, but I swear that there were flamesin them. Glowing red and blue flames danced in his eyes, and I opened my mouth to say more, but nothing came out.
He blinked slowly, and when his eyes opened they were normal again. Not that Dex’s eyes were really normal. They were a golden hazel color that seemed to look brown most of the time, but sometimes you could see hints of green or blue if the light hit them the right way.
“If you give me a minute, I’ll totally return the favor,” I whispered, mesmerized by his sexiness. Still, I managed to not sound like a complete idiot as I said it (hopefully). I didn’t want him to think I was a selfish lover.
