Flirting with Forever: A Hot Romantic Comedy(76)

Luckily for him, I wanted him out of that tux, hot as it was on him.

“I’m ready. Let’s go.”

We left and the tension between us practically heated the air in the car as we drove home. I crossed my legs and recrossed them several times, trying to deal with the rising urgency.

He put his hand on my thigh and slid it up the slit in my dress, finding bare skin. His eyes flicked to me and the corner of his mouth lifted. “I can’t wait to get you home so I can fuck you in that dress.”

“Don’t you want to take it off me?”

“No.” His low voice sent a tingle down my spine. “I want to defile it.”

My eyes rolled back. “Drive faster.”

He squeezed my thigh and pressed on the gas.

We pulled into his driveway and I was even more grateful to Gillian for taking Riley for the night. He led me inside with that same possessive hand on the small of my back and shut the door behind me.

I stepped out of my heels as he peeled off his jacket and tossed it aside.

Without a word, he pushed me against the door and lowered himself in front of me. His hands moved up my thighs, beneath my dress, and he hooked his fingers through my panties. He slid them off and let them fall to the floor.

He lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder. His lips trailed up my inner thigh until his mouth reached my center.

I was already familiar with the magic of Dex’s tongue, but tonight, he was especially merciless. He licked and sucked like the expert he was, until I could barely stand it. I leaned against the door, my leg draped over his shoulder, gasping as he tortured me with bliss.

My other leg threatened to give out. I was spiraling toward climax already, the heat and tension building fast.

I cried out as my orgasm swept through me, the pressure exploding in a burst of sparks. He rode it out with me until I sagged against the door, breathing hard.

He lowered my leg and it was all I could do to remain standing.

“Don’t think for a second that I’m done with you.” He stood, discarded his tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt. “That was just a warm up.”

I was too breathless to reply.

He moved me to the couch. I was putty in his hands, ready to do whatever he wanted. He positioned me on my knees and hiked my dress up over my hips.

“Fuck yes,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you all night.”

I looked over my shoulder while he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick erection. He took it in his fist and slid the tip through my wetness, up and down. Teasing me. Torturing me again.

“Dex, please.” My voice was a needy whimper. I never begged a man for anything but once again, Dex seemed to effortlessly break my rules. “Fuck me.”

“You want this?” He dragged the tip across my slit again.

“Yes. I want you inside me.”

He slid his hand up and down his shaft and groaned. I watched as he rubbed faster. “Tell me again.”

“Fuck me, Dex.”

His hand jerked up and down his thickness. “You need to beg for it baby, or I’m going to come all over your ass.”

“Please. Please, Dex. I need you. Fuck me now.”

With a harsh grunt, he grabbed my hips and plunged inside me.

I arched my back, leaning into him. He drove in and out, holding me in a tight grip, growling as he fucked me. I closed my eyes, letting him have his way with me.

Without warning, he smacked my ass cheek. The sting heightened every other sensation in my body and I moaned.

“Again.”

He smacked it a second time, right in the same spot.

“Harder.”

His hand connected with a loud slap. I threw my head back and moaned while my inner muscles spasmed around him.

Grabbing my hips again, he drove in deeper. He thrust in, again and again, until I teetered on the edge of my second orgasm.

His rhythm changed and I knew he was close. I looked over my shoulder again. I wanted to watch him come.

Muscles tensed. His jaw was tight and he had a deep furrow in his brow. He grunted and I felt his cock pulse, watched with awe as he unleashed inside me.

He was gorgeous.

The feel of him throbbing inside me and the look on his face as he came was too much to resist. I clamped down on him, my own pulses rippling through me. Our orgasms melded, peaked, and surged again. Waves of pleasure washed over me, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Finally, he stopped and slid out, then leaned down to kiss the spot he’d spanked.

My arms felt like jelly. I rolled onto the couch, too exhausted to even stand.

“What did you just do to me?” I asked.

“I meant to take you upstairs but I couldn’t wait.”

My eyes fluttered open. He stepped out of his pants and underwear and fell onto the couch next to me.

“Take the dress off.”

“Dex, I don’t think I can take anymore.”

He grinned. “I just want to feel your skin.”

With his help, I peeled off my dress. He shifted so he was lying down and drew me on top of him. His skin was warm against mine and the scent of him—clean and manly—surrounded me.

He caressed slow circles across my back. “See? This is nice.”

“It’s very nice.”

It was. I loved the feel of his hard body beneath me. I relaxed into him, letting my eyes drift closed, my body warm and satisfied.