Break Away (23 page)

Dex was like gravity. Right from the beginning, he had pulled me in, drawing me to him in a way that no one ever had. I was tired of fighting the pull and tired of fighting my heart. I felt more connected to Dex than I’d ever felt to anyone, tethered to him by some invisible force that was stronger and more powerful than both of us.

He didn’t hesitate to pull me close as his lips began moving frantically with mine. I draped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, aligning my body with his so I could feel the wild beating of his heart against my chest, pounding in a rhythm that echoed my own. His hand tangled in my hair as he explored my mouth and clutched my body to his, pressing me against the railing. He slipped his hands underneath my bottom and lifted me up, wrapping my legs securely around his waist. As soon as his hardness made contact with my aching center, I moaned into his mouth and rocked my hips against him, desperate for more.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned, pulling me tighter against him. “I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”

He carried me inside, kissing me lovingly all the way to my bedroom before laying me down on the mattress. With his eyes fastened on mine, he stood up and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side before climbing over me. Dropping his mouth to my stomach, he began peeling my blouse off while his lips blazed a trail up my torso and between my breasts, not stopping until he reached my mouth and brought my shirt over my head.

He gazed down at me, his tender eyes burning into mine as he ran a finger down my cheek. “I’m yours, Liv. Tell me that you’re mine.”

My voice caught in my throat. I nodded, placing my palm over his heart. “I’m yours.”

His lips moved slowly over my skin, worshipping every inch of my body and driving me wild. He pulled off my jeans, his eyes leisurely raking over me before he lowered himself on top of me.

“I can’t get enough. I want to taste every inch of you,” he murmured, removing my bra and staring hungrily at my naked breasts. He kneaded them gently and ran his thumb over my nipple, watching it harden beneath his touch. I felt like my body was going to ignite at any moment, and when he dropped his lips to my breast and pulled my nipple into his mouth, I had no control over the cries that poured out of my throat.

Sliding a hand into my panties, he began teasing my wet, sensitive flesh with his fingers while simultaneously sucking my breast. I reached down and began fumbling with his jeans, writhing desperately underneath him as desire coursed through my body.

“I want you now,” I whined, pressing my lips to his neck. “I’ve been waiting so long. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.” He withdrew his hand from between my legs and stood up, dropping his jeans and boxers as he grabbed a condom from his wallet.

My eyes ran over his perfect form, taking in every muscle and ridge before landing on his thick, hard length. I watched him slide the condom over himself, marveling at the fact that he would soon be inside me, and my body tingled in anticipation. I’d never wanted anyone more than I wanted him.

I bit my lip, absorbing his hungry stare as he stalked forward and kneeled on the mattress. Hooking his thumbs into my panties, he slid them off and settled between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. Placing a gentle kiss on my lips, he slowly pushed inside, inch by precious inch, until he filled me.

“Christ, you feel so fucking amazing,” he groaned, stilling once he was deep inside. “You’re so tight and perfect. I just need to feel you for a minute.”

My body stretched pleasantly to accommodate him. I felt so amazingly and completely full in a way that I never had, but I was anxious for more. I ran my hands down his back and grasped his toned backside, pulling him into me as I lifted my hips, encouraging him to move. “I need you, Dex.”

He finally began to shift, drawing himself out and plunging back in, deeper than before. His pace was slow and deliberate, allowing me to feel everything more intensely. Each movement was amplified, and I was all sensation, my entire body a live wire frantically waiting for a spark to combust. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he immediately began increasing the speed of his thrusts, moving faster, harder and deeper. I clawed at his back, moaning loudly as the quiver in my belly began to intensify and my muscles tightened around him, begging for more.

“Oh God, yes,” I wailed. “Right there, don’t stop…”

He pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it gently while he continued driving into me until I exploded around him, screaming out his name as I flew over the edge. He absorbed my cries with his mouth, drawing out the waves of pleasure as his movement accelerated.

Grabbing his neck, I brought my lips to his ear and whispered, “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

With one last powerful thrust he stilled, loudly groaning out my name as he shuddered and found his release. He collapsed on top of me and my arms automatically went around him, holding him close to me. After a few labored breaths, he gazed down at me and placed a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

“I missed you so damn much,” he breathed.

My heart swelled in my chest. I reached up, brushing my hand along the rough stubble of his cheek. “I missed you, too.”

I woke with Olivia in my arms, her head resting on my chest and her warm body pressed against mine. Her sweet smell invaded my senses and clouded my mind with images from the night before. I pulled her closer, needing to make sure she was really there and I wasn’t dreaming. She nuzzled against my chest but stayed asleep, and I didn’t dare wake her after the long night we’d had.

We’d been denying ourselves for so long that the first time had done little to curb our appetite for one another. The simplest touch ignited our hunger, and within minutes, we had wrapped ourselves up in one another again, lost in our frantic need and desperate for more. We had taken our time learning each other’s bodies, exploring every inch of one another. I’d discovered that I could make her toes curl by kissing her neck, and she found that nibbling on my earlobe drove me wild.

I could have kept going all night, and it still wouldn’t have been enough.

Olivia shifted, watching me with lidded eyes as she ran her hand up my stomach and settled it on my chest.

“Good morning,” she smiled, her voice heavy with sleep.

“I love waking up next to you. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Me, too,” she said. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I was stubborn and scared. Scared of getting hurt or left behind… but mostly, I was scared of my feelings for you. Waking up with you that morning, I felt so happy and peaceful, and whenever I feel that way, something always seems to come along and rip it away from me. I didn’t want to lose you, Dex. You’re so important to me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I told her, running my hand over her silky smooth skin. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who fucked up, not you. I’m just glad you’re here now. Part of me was worried that last night was the best dream I’ve ever had, and I was going to wake up alone.”

She laughed gently and trailed her hand down my stomach, tracing my abs with her fingertips. Her hand disappeared below the sheet and I sucked in a sharp breath when she wrapped her hand around my already rock hard cock.

“If you were dreaming… would I do this?” she said playfully, stroking up and down my length.

“Ahhh… yes,” I groaned. “Yes, this is exactly what you’d be doing if I was dreaming…”

Keeping her eyes locked on me, she shifted on top of me and slid her body down mine. “What about… this?” Her warm mouth covered my dick and her tongue brushed over the swollen tip.

“Oh shit…” My body tensed, struggling to hold back as she wrapped her lips around me, licking and sucking and driving me crazy. “Damn, baby, that’s so fucking good. Just like that,” I cried out, slipping my hands into her hair. My eyes kept trying to roll into the back of my head, but I held them on her. Normally I closed them, only caring about how it felt, but this was different because it was Olivia. I watched her suck me and, holy shit… it was erotic as hell. She took me deep until I touched the back of her throat and when her hand joined in to stroke the base of my cock, my control snapped. “Fuck yeah baby, suck it… just like that, don’t stop. You’re fucking amazing, Liv, feels so damn good… I’m gonna come, baby…”

She didn’t pull back, and I came hard, groaning loudly as I poured into her mouth. My whole body shuddered, and she didn’t stop until she pumped every last drop from me. Licking her full lips, she gazed up at me deviously. “How’d that compare to your dreams?”

“Damn… that was beyond my wildest dreams. You’re incredible, you know that?” I flipped her on her back and hovered over her. “I was planning on spending the morning inside of you, but now…” Reaching my hand down, I found her pussy soaking wet. She moaned, pushing her hips against my hand. I crept down her body until my head was between her legs and looked up at her eagerly.

“… I think I’ll have you for breakfast instead.”

We finally got out of bed a while later. I resisted the urge to follow Olivia into the shower, deciding to make breakfast for her instead. When she emerged—looking unbelievably sexy with damp hair and wearing my tee shirt—I handed her a cup of coffee and led her to the table where I had two omelets waiting for us.

“Wow,” she said between bites. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“Teddy,” I answered. “Throughout high school and boot camp, he was always the guy who took care of everyone. We’d wake up hung-over after partying too hard the night before and Teddy would have these huge breakfasts laid out for us. He drank just as much as the rest of us, but somehow he always woke up cheerful and ready to go. It used to drive our friends crazy, especially when they were fighting wicked hangovers, but it’s the way he always was.” Pain twitched in my chest at the memory. “He had such a great attitude about life… like he was just grateful to be here. Total glass half-full type, you know? He took everything in stride. No matter what happened, he was always positive, loving life. It was impossible not to be happy around him. He had this infectious personality that pulled people in. I always wished I could be more like him.”

“Sounds like a really great guy,” Olivia said, placing her hand over mine.

“He was.”

I never discussed Teddy, with anyone, ever. It was too painful for me to talk about him, and yet, here I was chatting to Olivia about him without even thinking. She made it easy to open up and share those parts of myself that I kept hidden from everyone else. I was completely hypnotized by her. She knew what it was like to lose someone who she loved, and she understood a lot of what I was going through.

Olivia didn’t ask any more questions or press for details, and she didn’t tell me how sorry she was. I loved that about her. It was as though she could sense how much it hurt for me to talk about him, so she changed the subject to make it easier for me.

There was still a part of me that worried what she might do if I opened myself up to her completely. There was so much bad shit inside me. I couldn’t help but fear what would happen if she saw the darkest parts.

Olivia had to leave for work shortly after we finished eating, so I walked her out to her car before we went our separate ways. She was working for the next three nights, and I wouldn’t be able to spend much time with her. At this point though, I was glad to have any time with her at all.

We stood at her car, looking at each other awkwardly for a moment, neither one of us knowing what to say. After spending the last twelve hours in our own perfect little bubble, it was time to get back to the real world.