Chapter 58

Dix placed an open-mouthed kiss right at the entrance to her channel, took one last lick at her sensitized skin, and looked up at her. His smile was so wicked, she began to get turned on all over again.
"You have the best cunt I've ever tasted," he rasped. "Sweet and tart and spicy all at the same time. It's like mixing chocolate candy with a margarita."
Peyton couldn't help it. Even as she lay trembling and weak, she burst out laughing. "Is that some kind of recipe?"
"I think it's a unique one." He studied her face, eyes glittering. "Maybe I should call it the Peyton Cocktail. Only I couldn't put it on any bar menu because I'd have to kill anyone who tried to order it."
Her laugh was breathy and unsteady. "O-okay." She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "That was...incredible."
He gave a rough chuckle. "Only incredible? I think I'll have to do better."
If he did any better, Peyton was sure she would die from it.
He rose to his feet and undressed so swiftly it took him scant seconds. She couldn't help staring at his magnificent body, finely honed and well-defined muscle, broad shoulders, flat abs, and a large, swollen cock rising proudly from a thick nest of dark curls. Her fingers curled automatically, itching to hold it. She didn't remember any man ever affecting her this way. Of course, none of the pitifully few men she'd been with could hold a candle to Dix Amendola. He was in a class all by himself, both in looks and attitude. A stray thought buzzed through her mind - none of the men she'd been with had ever thought about her pleasure first, as Dix had just done.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, which brought her right to eye level with his elegantly swollen shaft. The head was a dark purple, a thick vein wrapped around it, pulsing as blood flowed to it, and a tiny bead of fluid sat right on top of the slit. Almost reflexively, she reached for him, closing her fingers around the girth of him and sliding them up and down, just once.
Dix sucked in a breath, and his entire body tensed.
Peyton looked up at him. "Not good? Am I doing this wrong?"
He gave a short laugh. "Wrong? Hell, no. Just not enough."
"Oh." She stroked up and down again, then once more before she stopped, looking up at him again. Every muscle in his face was taut, his hands clenched at his sides as he made every effort to control himself.
"Don't stop now," he begged. "Please."
Peyton had no idea where her boldness came from because she sure hadn't ever felt this way with anyone else. Maybe because, from the start, they'd all been focused totally on themselves. Anything she did to please them had only been in the hope they'd find her more desirable. To make them want her. And look how well that turned out.
But this man? She was getting more pleasure from this little bit she'd done so far than all her other experiences rolled together.
Sliding to the edge of the bed to give herself a better position, she tightened her grip on him and lapped her tongue over the flat of his head, swiping the tiny drop of fluid from it. A small groan escaped Dix's mouth, so Peyton did it again. Then, boldly, she closed her lips over the head and began to suck as she set her hands into a rhythmic up and down stroke. Dix threaded his fingers into her hair, twisting the strands around them for a better grip, and began to guide her head.
His cock swelled as she worked it, filling the entire space, but still she sucked and stroked. Getting even bolder, she slipped her free hand between his rock-hard thighs and cupped the sac with his balls, caressing the soft skin covered with even softer hair and rolling his balls with her fingers.
In a distant corner of her brain, she was shocked to realize she was actually enjoying this. Doug and Chase had demanded she do this, pushing her in a way that made it distasteful to begin with. She always did her best to get it over with as quickly as possible. But, with Dix, it was a totally erotic and sensually satisfying experience. She savored his taste and inhaled his scent, loving every minute of it.
Go figure!
Dix groaned and tightened his grip on her head, holding it firmly in place. The sound of his pleasure made her pussy flex in response. When he pressed down on it, the head of his shaft hit the back of her mouth, and she was afraid she would choke, he was so damn big.
"Breathe through your nose," he told her. "You can do it. Jesus, Peyton, you've got a magical mouth. Don't quit now."
His words inspired her, the praise evident in his tone, so she did as he told her, tilting her head back at the same time. And there he was, fully lodged inside, her lips closed tightly around him as she rubbed and sucked. Dix's grip grew even tighter, and then his entire body tensed, his fingers digging into her scalp.
"Jesus. Fuck. I'm coming, Peyton, so you'd better back off."
But she clung tenaciously, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, and he spurted thickly down her throat. She squeezed him and swallowed until she'd taken in the very last drop of his fluid. Then, in a gesture as unfamiliar as everything else she'd done so far, she slid him from her mouth and placed a kiss on the velvet head. Dix's fingers eased their grasp on her head, and he blew out a long breath.
She sat there for long seconds, listening to the heaving of his breath. She was about to push herself off the bed and slide out from in front of him when he lifted her by her elbows and placed an incredibly tender kiss on her lips.
"I'm not done," he murmured, and placed her on the bed. "Don't go anywhere."
As if! Where on earth would she go, already climbing the ladder of arousal after making him come with her mouth.
"Where are you going?" She frowned as he headed out of the room.
"Nowhere. I'll be right back."
She lay there, vibrating with renewed need, when he strode back into the room and held up his fist. When he opened it, she saw several condoms lying there. Her eyes widened.
"Aren't you being a little optimistic? I mean, you just - You know."
"I am." He gave her a half grin, but the look in his eyes was more erotic than humorous. "Hope never dies." He looked down at his groin.
Peyton followed his glance, stunned to see his thick cock already half swollen again. Lordy. Was the man a machine? But just the sight of it made the walls of her pussy flutter and something deep inside her begin to unravel again. She was so wet, she could smell her own arousal, so surely Dix could.
"You smell like a dream," he told her, as if reading her thoughts. "But if it's a dream, I don't want it to stop."
Dix climbed onto the bed with her, pulled the pillow from beneath her head, and slid it under her hips. He opened the foil packet and rolled the condom on with an ease that came of long practice she didn't even want to think about. He arranged her legs to his satisfaction, feet planted on the bed, hips raised, legs wide open. The last thing she expected was for him to put his tongue to her again, lapping and licking, sucking gently on her clit. But the more he did it, the more turned on she became.
"I could eat that sweetness forever," he told her in a husky voice, the head of his shaft nudging at her opening then nudging a little more. "But, right now, I have other things on my mind."
And then he slid into her in one smooth, easy glide.
Ohmigod!
Peyton had never felt anything like it. He filled every inch of her, thick and hot and hard. She could hardly believe it, but she began coming at once, her body shaking. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into the small of his back, pulling tight to him as the walls of her pussy convulsed over and over.
She was startled, when the tremors subsided, to find that, although she had ridden out the orgasm, her body was far from satisfied. Already a climax was building again, low and deep inside her. Actually, shocked was a more appropriate word. Her hands roamed up his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. He was hard everywhere, and solid. When she hummed in satisfaction, she looked up at Dix and saw the knowing, hungry look on his face and in his eyes.
"Fuck, Peyton. You blow every other woman I've ever been with right out of the water."
Then he flinched as if he hadn't meant to say it. And maybe he hadn't. He'd said just the one night. Nothing more than this. She'd agreed, so she'd better not be stupid enough to read anything else into it.
"No thinking," he told her in a husky voice."
He began to move, and it suddenly became impossible for her to think. She could only focus on the sensations racing through her body. The walls of her sex pulsed and gripped his hard length as he stroked in and out of her, slow and steady then faster and faster. She wound her legs around him again, locking herself to him and lifting her body for the deepest penetration.
"Peyton, look at me." His voice was rough with hunger.
She opened her eyes and stared into his. They were a dark, stormy grey and, inside them, she saw a swirl of so many emotions, she could not look away. She never broke that gaze as he drove into her over and over, his body tense with the effort of holding himself back until he felt she was ready again.
The explosion, when it came, was cataclysmic. She shuddered so hard she was afraid she would shatter into little pieces, yet still he pounded into her again and again, her inner walls clamping down on him like a slick, wet vise. Nothing existed for her except this man and this moment and the intense world of sensation spinning her around. A whirlwind had picked her up and tossed her onto the waves of a very sensuous ocean, the water cresting and falling and pitching her body with it.
When the shudders finally subsided, she was weak and spent. Every inch of her had been consumed by the release until she had absolutely nothing left to give. But Dix had never taken his eyes from hers, never broken that intense visual lock between them. His breath was seesawing as much as hers, perspiration also coating his skin, and the heavy thud of a heartbeat could have been his or hers.
He kissed her, a soft, gentle kiss that was diametrically opposed to the intense eroticism of the climax they had just shared. The tenderness of it shocked her, and she had to force herself not to read anything into it. He gave her one last unfathomable look before he carefully slid from the grip of her body, pinching the edge of the condom as he eased himself from the bed. She stared after him, too limp to move, as he strode out of the room, toward the bathroom. If he planned to use the rest of those condoms, she'd better dig out her vitamins.
When he came back, he fixed her pillows, slid into bed, and spooned her against his body.
"We should probably shower," he murmured, "but I think we'll save that until I get my second wind. I can't wait to soap every inch of your body."
The thought of his hands gliding slickly over her skin made her shiver with anticipation. But she could certainly use a little nap first. One thing about sex with Dix Amendola - it definitely took everything out of you, in a very pleasant and satisfying way.