My fingers buried themselves in his hair, wrapping around the strands and holding on tight. I brought his anxious face down to mine and whispered, “You’re going to have to take my clothes off then.”
His eyes swept across my face in a lustful gaze before he blinked hard and tried to regain some control.
“I’ll get you into your pajamas,” he countered in a rough voice.
“I sleep naked now.”
“Not tonight, you don’t.” He promptly began to undo my jeans. As I raised my hips to let him pull them off, I quickly took off my sweater and shirt. The neckline got caught on my face but when it was finally off, I lay there, languishing in the fact that I was wearing brand new undergarments: A lacy maroon bra and matching boy shorts that I had picked up when shopping with Rebecca the other day. It was a pricey purchase but it was worth it to see the expression on Dex’s face as he looked over me. He was stunned.
“Oh Jesus,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on every part of me like a man studying a most intoxicating puzzle. “Why are you doing this to me?”
I laughed and propped myself up on my elbows. The room spun a bit more and I tried to ignore the nausea. “Me? I’m not doing anything.”
He stroked his chin. “Oh, yes you are. You are doing many things.”
My eyes naturally fell to his groin but he quickly turned and was at my duffel bag, bringing out my Slayer shirt and flannel pajama pants. “Here we are. Aren’t you cold?”
I shook my head even though my ni**les were so hard they could have cut flesh. That wasn’t just from being cold though.
Dex ignored that and ordered me to raise my hands in the air.
“I feel like I’m a disappointment to mankind,” he remarked woefully as he placed the shirt through my arms and began to pull it down over my br**sts. “Someone this gorgeous should be on display in a museum.”
As he pulled it down, he let his hands drift softly over my br**sts and my knees quivered from his hot touch. His mouth parted and he closed his eyes briefly, relishing the feeling of my br**sts as much as I did from his fingers. He stroked them delicately, rubbing his thumb over my aching ni**les. A pained whimper escaped from my mouth.
In a burst of passion, I leaned in and kissed him, using his wet mouth to bury my cries. All I wanted was him, now. I wanted to feel his c**k in my hands, feel how hard I knew I made him. I wanted to taste him and make him moan. I wanted to be someone else, someone with no rules, no boundaries. No heart.
He tongued me back, eagerly at first, like I was a thirst he couldn’t quench. A small groan escaped his lips. A sound of resigned annoyance. He reluctantly pulled his head back, leaving my lips wanting, my lungs breathless.
“Perry, this isn’t you,” he whispered. He placed his forehead on mine and closed his eyes. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
“What are you talking about?” I said and winced knowing I slurred the whole sentence.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said. He straightened up and pulled back the covers. He walked around the bed to his side and began to take off his cargo pants. I marveled at how sculpted his ass was in his boxer briefs before it was covered up by drawstring pants.
He turned and saw me gawking at him.
Pointing at the covers, he ordered, “Come on. Get in. Now.”
I didn’t move. I watched him get in, tossing off his shirt at the last minute. He lay flat on his back and pulled the covers up to obscure his ridiculously smooth and fit body.
“No,” I told him. I flipped around until I was on all fours and slinked my way over to him until I was hovering above his body, the tips of my br**sts grazing the covers.
“Perry,” he warned. “You’re drunk.”
“You’re chicken,” I replied in my most seductive voice. “You can talk the talk but you can’t walk the walk.”
His eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh, I can walk the walk. I can walk the walk so hard that you’ll be sore for days.”
“Put your money where your mouth is.”
He angled his head and I noticed a twitch underneath the covers. His breathing was becoming more labored.
“Forget it,” I said and, in one quick motion, pulled back the covers so he was exposed. “I’ll put my mouth where your money is.”
I didn’t even know if that made any sense, but it sounded good. I dragged my fingernails down his chest and went straight for his pants, tugging the drawstring until it was loose, then I slipped the pants down.
I raised my head to look at Dex. He was watching me with a feverish intensity, confliction swarming his brow. I didn’t understand why.
I ran my hand over his boxer briefs, sliding it over the massive rise of his erection. It was bigger than I remembered and harder than a brick. I was mesmerized by the feel of him pulsing beneath my touch, my brain clouding over with blood and alcohol.
Dex cleared his throat, sounding very far away. “Perry, please stop. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you have to stop.”
I shook my head. The room spun faster. My grip on his dick grew tighter. “But you’re so hard.”
“Of course I’m hard,” he sputtered out as if he were in pain. “I’m always hard when I’m around you. I’m thinking about investing in a jockstrap just to keep things in line.”
I grinned and rolled back the band so just his shiny tip was exposed.
“Oh shit,” Dex cried out and I glanced up to see him covering his face with his hands in anguish. “Oh no. Oh, please, I forbid you to go any further. Do not touch my cock.”
There was a quick pounding at the wall at that and a muffled Mitch yelled, “Hey would you shut up in there? I’m trying to sleep!”
I giggled to myself, strangely unembarrassed. I fixed my attention back on Dex, who looked a bit mortified instead.
“You told me to throw out the rule book,” I reminded him.
His eyes flashed. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing and I am not going to take advantage of you.”
I laughed. “I think I’m taking advantage of you. Besides, when did you get so moral?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbled with eyes clenched shut, shaking his head back and forth on the pillow. “I don’t know God damn it!”
“Shut up!” Mitch yelled again.
I ignored both of them. Then just before I lowered my lips on to the head of his cock, he reached forward, grabbed me hard and swiftly pulled me up with agile strength. Now my face was right up to his, my br**sts, squished against his chest, his c**k pressing into my pelvis.