Page 59 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“Clearly not.”
There are professional grounds IknowI should maintain with Daxton. He’s paying me and I shouldn’t get involved with him, physically or emotionally. But it’s too late for the latter. And I can’t recall ever wanting a man’s touch more than I want Daxton’s right now. I don’t know where I find this surge of reckless confidence, but everything in me succumbs to the tension that’s been building between us for weeks and I reach out, stroking a finger over the silhouette of Daxton’s lat muscle. His breathing ceases.
“Jordan, that’s a dangerous move.”
“Maybe I want to be dangerous. I can’t sleep because of you.”
He rolls toward me, his movements so quick I have no time to comprehend how we arrive in this new position. Daxton hovers above me on his hands and his hips have slid between my legs. I gasp, feeling how hard he is through the fabric of our clothes, his cock pressed to my wetness. My legs wrap around his waist and he thrusts against my clit, drawing a moan from me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, the sound filled with both pain and pleasure. “There’s a difference between us, Jordan. You want me because you’re sexually frustrated. For you, this moment is sparked by spontaneity. As for me, I want all of you. Your body. Your mind. I want you fucking obsessed with me the way I am so unbelievably obsessed with you. The day will come when I do fuck you, Jordan. I promise you that. When that day arrives, I won’t be able tostopfucking you. But I can’t cross that line with you yet.”
“Why?” I beg.
“It will… complicate things.”
I open my mouth to clarify Daxton’s meaning, but he thrusts again, eliciting a blissful cry from me as I arch my back.
He smirks, glancing at the door then back down at me. “You want people to hear you?” His dick grinds into me again. Another flare of heat builds in my groin, growing an orgasm and making me ache for more. From the smug look on Daxton’s face, I can tell he’s enjoying this, teasing me with what I want.
“I might already be obsessed with you.” My hips lift up, searching for the friction of Daxton’s erection.
He grants my desire and thrusts along my panties again, only this time, I feel his muscles tremble above me and his breath shudders. The darkness in his eyes as he looks at me is fueled by all the things he wants to do to me. Things I want too.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Kiss me.Anything, because this is torture.”
“Good. I want this to be torture for you. I want you to need me as much as I need you.”
My hips lift again, needing to feel his hardness. He meets them with another thrust.
“That’s it, Jordan. Get yourself off on my dick. You have no idea how much I love watching you. I could watch you forever. I thought the sight of you dancing on that aerial hoop for me was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But this moment wins by far, having you breathless beneath me and desperate for my cock.”
Another moan leaves my lips when I hear how much Daxton desires me. The rasp of his voice itself brings me closer to the edge. I’ve never been with a man who speaks during sex, let alone talks the way Daxton is right now.
“Don’t stop talking like that,” another plea leaves my lips.
“Like what?”
“The dirty talk.”
“Jordan, if you think this is dirty talk…” A groan vibrates through his body as he thrusts. “My mind is in thefuckinggutter with all the things I plan on doing to you.”
His words send my pussy tighter, my movements growing more frenzied with an approaching orgasm. I’m out of my mind, wildly grinding against him and gripping onto the bedsheets. My body undulates in uncontrolled motions as I get closer to release.
Before letting the orgasm consume me, I gaze up at Daxton’s face, needing to know what he’s thinking. All I see is that obsession he spoke of earlier, and when we make eye contact, my inner muscles tighten beyond belief until I reach the mind-blowing edge. My delicate muscles spasm around nothing, just the fantasy of Daxton’s cock inside me. Even with the emptiness, I’ve never felt anything this intense in my life.
My moans are uncontrollable as my orgasm rolls on, growing stronger and stronger. The heat of Daxton’s eyes remains on me the whole time and I love it. He continues to thrust, working my orgasm. My God, I wish he was inside me. I wish he was coming in me, bare, with no barrier between us.
When I finally come back down to earth, my breathing is labored and I’m exhausted. Daxton holds himself above me with a slight glisten of sweat to his skin and a gaze that devours me. His cock is still hard between my legs. Desperate to know what he looks and sounds like when coming, I reach down to feel him, but he grabs my wrist before I have the chance to wrap my hand around him.
“Tonight isn’t about me,” he says.
“You have good self-restraint.”
He laughs, the sound laced with a hint of something bitter that I don’t understand. “Trust me, I haveterribleself-restraint. I shouldn’t have done any of this with you, but I couldn’t resist seeing you like that.”
