Free Ashes to Ashes (Experiment in Terror #8) by Karina Halle Page A

sly look, putting
pressure on my hand, my fingers gripping him. Still, I told him
quietly, “I don’t think this is a good idea. That door over there
doesn’t lock and anyone could come in at any moment.”
    He sat up slightly and put his
hand behind my head, holding me there hard. His eyes looked like a
fire had been lit in them. “I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees us
or hears us. Do you?”
    I swallowed hard, surprised at
his intensity. The way his eyes were burning into mine, I knew that
this had to do with what Uncle Al had talked to him about last.
Hell, I don’t know why I wasn’t feeling like giving him a big fuck
you either.
    I shook my head. “No, I
don’t.”
    “ Good,” he
growled and then kissed me, tangling me in a wet, passionate kiss
that made our tongues dance. I felt my body relax under his touch
as his hands began to slip my underwear and shirt off. He tossed
them across the room then put me on my back, his firm body pressing
down on me. “This is real,” he said, voice oh so low, so gruff it
made me throb. “This is nothing but real. You and me. Us. You know
that, don’t you?”
    I nodded. “I know.”
    “ Perry, I love
you,” he said, his gaze drifting to my lips. “I’m not…” He paused.
“I’m here. I’m staying here, by your side. This is more than just
two people shacking up together. This is so much more.”
    “ Dex,” I said,
my fingers trailing down his face. “Are you okay?”
    He watched me for a few loaded
beats before he closed his eyes. “Yes. Sorry. I’m okay, I’m
just…I’m your fucking man, baby. That’s all there is to it, I’m
your fucking man. That is never going to change.” He looked at me
and grinned, his hair falling in his face. “And now I’m going to
fuck you till we embarrass ourselves.”
    Before I could say anything to
that, his mouth was on mine again and his fingers were sliding
between my legs. He let out a moan when he felt how wet I was. It
only took a minute of his deft exploration before I was close to
coming so I shimmied out of his grasp and turned my self around so
my mouth was at his cock. Naturally, my ass was at his face.
    “ Holy fuck,”
he said under his breath, and while I placed my hands firmly around
his shaft, he gripped my hips and pulled me back a bit toward his
face. Dex and I had been pretty adventurous in our relationship—I
mean, nothing really compared to that night we had in the hotel New
Orleans. But a sixty-nine was something new to me.
    So while I concentrated on
licking him from balls to satiny shaft, working him with my mouth,
hands, and tongue as best I could, he was trying to get me off at
the same time. And though I was one of those rare females who
actually got turned on while giving a blow job (it helped that Dex
was so perfectly endowed), it was hard to continue when his own
tongue was sliding along my pleasure spots and making me forget
where I was. Long story short—the sixty-nine position doesn’t work.
You both get too turned on to keep going. It’s a beautiful
failure.
    “ Fuck this,” I
said, letting go of him and turning around. I placed my legs on
either side of his hips, straddling him, and guided him into
me.
    “ You’re taking
charge today,” he said, staring up at me with feverish eyes. He bit
his lip as I started rocking into him and moaned again.
    “ You might
want to keep it down,” I whispered, vaguely conscious that Uncle
Al, Marda, my cousins, and Rebecca were just a few rooms
away.
    “ You might
want to shut up and keep fucking me,” he answered with a lazy
smile.
    That I did. I gently rocked
back and forth on his cock, sitting up straight, my long black hair
flowing over my shoulders as Dex enjoyed the view. I knew I wasn’t
the prettiest, skinniest chick around, and now especially, but from
the way he always looked at me with my body on display like I was a
platter of ripe fruit, I knew I had to at least try and work it. I
played with myself, building up to an