Heart of Dixon Page 6

  I glance down at my chest and see that I’m completely naked. My brain is foggy as I try to remember last night. I look at the nightstand beside my head and spot a bottle of Jack Daniels with only about a shots worth of amber liquor remaining in the bottom.

  How much did we drink last night?

  Judging by the state that my body is in and the pounding in my head, I’d say that I had a whole hell of a lotta sex and whiskey last night. I hear a deep, sleepy moan coming from beside me that pulls me from my thoughts, followed by a heavy arm landing on my stomach, pinning me to the bed.

  The tattoo is the first thing to catch my eye. It is an antique compass with the quote, ‘Not all that wander are lost.’ A smile plays on my lips as I gingerly run my nails over Dixon’s bicep, tracing the dark black ink of his tattoo. I close my eyes basking in the warmth of his body against mine mixed with the warmth of the morning sun, and I feel my body instantly begin to relax.

  I haven’t been in this bed since the night Dixon, and I first hooked up after Tank’s party. We had the most amazing morning shower together, then enjoyed a quick breakfast before I had to fly to Vancouver that afternoon. It feels like ages ago even though it was only just before Christmas.

  I look around Dixon’s room, which is similar to Kayden’s penthouse with the same masculine decor. Everything is gray, white and black with very little personal touches. I spot my dress from last night discarded by the bedroom door along with a white button up dress shirt, tie and slacks nearby.

  I’m trying to figure out what I should do. Normally, with anyone else, I’d slip out unnoticed and get back to my place before there is any awkward morning after with the guy whom I had my one night stand. But I can’t help but feel that if I did that, I’d regret it all day. What if this is the last time we hook up? Shouldn’t I grab onto Dixon with both hands and take everything he’s willing to give, before it all disappears?

  As I lie here with my eyes closed, images from last night slowly come back to me now that my mind is becoming clear as the grogginess of sleep lifts.

  Flashes of Dixon and me kissing as if we’d die if our lips weren’t touching, and tearing off one another’s clothes as if we were both possessed. Next, we were naked and stumbling into his bedroom where we finally broke apart. Me making my way towards his large king size bed while taking extra care to shake my ass the entire time while he walked towards the mini-bar in his room.

  I remember hearing the faint sound of glasses clinking together followed by music playing softly throughout the bedroom before Dixon stalked towards me with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and two shot glasses in the other. I fell back on the bed laughing as Dixon made his way towards me, watching my breasts bounce and sway, as I slid my way up the bed until my back was flush with the headboard.

  Many shots of Jack Daniels later, we were teasing every inch of each other’s bodies as we raced to see how many orgasms we could have before collapsing from exhaustion.

  The one thing that keeps me coming back for more is that man’s ability to rock my freaking world in the bedroom. With Dixon, it’s plain and simple. The man was created by God to rock a woman’s world.

  I discovered this the first night we were together. He was definitely blessed with the holy grail of dicks and he sure as hell knows how to rock his big rod. But Dixon last night...he was beyond amazing! It was as if he were trying to set a new world record for the best fuck of a girl’s life. I don’t mean just sex. I’m talking mind-blowing, laryngitis inducing, guy ruining sex. Judging by the way I’m feeling this morning, I’d say he nailed it...literally.

  A new world record has been set, and by the look of things, it’s un-fucking-breakable. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that it’s going to be pretty damn hard for any guy to top what we did last night. And that’s saying a lot.

  My internal battle is cut short as Dixon tugs me against his warm, hard body with his morning woody popping up to say 'hello' to my left thigh. I squeal as his fingers trail down my side, lightly tickling my skin before coming to rest on my hip.

  “Mornin’,” he murmurs in my ear as he squeezes my side and effortlessly rolls me on top of him.

  I straddle his lap, gazing down at his glorious ‘Dixie Stick’ as I’ve named his perfect dick. When I was little, I was obsessed with Pixie Sticks. I ate them all the time. I literally wanted them every day. My parents threatened me with the whole ‘You’ll have every tooth in your mouth rotted before your eighth birthday,’ but I couldn’t care less. That’s how I am with Dixon. I know I should avoid him at all costs, but I’m addicted to him and the things his dick does to my body.

  The effect he has on me goes beyond sex. After last night, that was very clear. Our bodies blend together perfectly. It’s as if we instinctively know every spot to touch when we want to drive the other completely crazy with lust. It’s scary as all hell. I can’t explain it. If I tried to put these feelings into words, I’d likely sound like some crazy ass chick!

  I lift my eyes up to his and bite back a smile. He shouldn’t look this good so early in the morning. Especially after the marathon sex we had all night long. On the other hand, I probably look like a homeless person with the mess of hair on top of my head. “Mornin’, Dixon,” I say in my best Southern Belle drawl.

  Dixon immediately starts laughing at my failed attempt to sound like a country girl. His fingers work their way up my back. With each caress of my skin, my body sparks to life as a fiery path sizzles across my skin wherever his hands have touched. Even though every inch of my body aches with tenderness, including my very overworked girly parts, I find myself tempted to slip his cock, which is hard as steel right now and standing perfectly before me, deep inside of me and ride it until my legs burn, my body aches, and I’m left floating on another Dixon high.

  “Let’s hope you never get cast to play a girl from the South because that was far from Oscar worthy.” He teases as a cocky smirk plays on his lips.

  Smacking his chest just hard enough to make it sting a little but not enough to make it hurt him or my hand too much, I lean forward, bringing my lips just a breath away from his and whisper, “How about I show you an Oscar worthy sex scene?”

  Before he has a chance to respond, I rest my hands above his shoulders, pushing my hands firmly into the mattress, as I lean down crashing our lips together. I feel a tingling sensation cover every inch of me and travel to my core where the tingling turns to an intense throbbing that is begging for me to let Dixon work his magic once again.

  Reading my mind, his hands find my hips and with little effort he’s lifting me in the air and finding my entrance with precision, making me squeal out in shock, pleasure and surprise at his super speed. He stretches and fills me perfectly as I come down on him, colliding our bodies together. Everything around us fades away as he buries himself deep inside of me.

  Never taking my lips off of his, I slide up and down his length, rotating my hips at a perfect rhythm. I immediately feel my first orgasm building inside of me. My clit throbs with the need to be stimulated, so I begin grinding my hips harder making an extra effort to slam my clit off of his pubic bone. Each time I come back down on top of him and rotate my hips just right, we moan into one another’s mouths as our tongues tangle together hungrily.

  Topping me from the bottom like he loves to do, Dixon squeezes my hips even harder, to the point that the pain is red hot, branding my skin where the tips of his fingers are biting into me. He begins thrusting up into me hard and fast, causing my body to light up like freaking Independence Day. The slow build of ecstasy erupts all at once, overwhelming me. I break away from his lips and sit up straight, toss my head back, and grab onto my legs to balance myself as I scream out his name.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride my fucking cock like you own it. Squeeze it with that tight little cunt.” He clenches his jaw together as my walls pulsate around him, and my orgasm consumes me. “Come on baby, take everything I’m giving you.” His hips continue to thrust up at me hard and
fiercely, sending a shockwave of pleasure and pain through me, as he pushes me to edge of almost too far and not far enough.

  My head is spinning as I try to catch my breath. I open my eyes and lock them onto his as he begins to slow down his pace to yet again another tortuous yet magnificent rhythm. Extending his arms up towards my face, he slides his fingers into my hair, pulling me down to his mouth once again. He doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he slowly and seductively glides his tongue over my lip before clamping his teeth down and tugging lightly, making my pussy contract around his dick with the need to come again.

  Our bodies are slick with sweat as my breasts slide up and down his chest with my nipples rubbing against his lightly speckled chest of hair making them harder as they ache to be licked, pinched, bitten and played with. I slide my fingers into his disheveled hair that's still sporting the 'just fucked look' from our earlier sexcapades, and start ever so slowly sliding up to the tip of him before slamming back down repeatedly.

  “God, you’re a feisty little minx…” he murmurs against my lips as he frees my bottom lip. I trail a path of kisses from the corner of his lips and across his speckled jaw, giggling at the feeling of his scruff against my lips, before coming to a stop at his ear.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I whisper in his ear before stopping abruptly. His dick is throbbing inside of me as I slide off of it, leaving him naked, horny and stunned.

  I pad across the hardwood floors and stop at the doorway to his ensuite. I lean against the doorway and look back at him over my shoulder, “Well, are you going to lay there and jerk off or are you going to join me in the shower so we can finish what we started?”

  His eyes light up. In a flash, Dixon is off of the bed and charging at me. His arms wrap around me just underneath my breasts as his body crashes into me, sweeping me off of me feet, and forcing an array of giggles to escape my lips and echo throughout the bathroom.

  “Was that a trick question?” He asks with an amused tone as he turns the shower head on while pinning me against his Adonis-like body.

  Smiling up at him over my right shoulder, I momentarily get lost as I stare at his sparkling eyes that make my heart dance in my chest. “You answered correctly; that’s all that matters. Now, where were we?” Spinning in his arms, I make my vision from last night come true by jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and locking my fingers behind his neck while relishing in the feeling of him dunking us under the warm spray of the shower.

  “If I remember correctly, we left off with me balls deep in this sweet pussy of yours and you calling me God again.”

  “Yupp...sounds about right!” I shout between cries of pleasure again as Dixon pins me against the tile wall and begins pounding into me once more. There’s no doubt in my mind that Dixon’s only agenda for today will be trying to break that Goddam record he set last night.

  Dixon

  Vertigo is loud and jam-packed with enough people, alcohol, and girls to last me a lifetime. So why the fuck is my brain thinking of nothing but Brooklyn?!? I fucked her until my dick screamed at me to give it a frickin’ rest already, and it still wasn’t enough. We parted ways this afternoon. She went to the hospital, and I hit the gym. The last thing I needed was a workout after the hours upon hours of sex we had within a twelve-hour span, but I needed to burn off some pent up frustration.

  Now, as I push my way through the club and pass security, making my way up the tall cast iron staircase leading up to the VIP area with girls in front of and behind me. I have only one agenda on my mind: Get so damn drunk that I’ll be saying Brooklyn who? Hopefully, I will get sucked off by one of the chicks I know will be hanging off me all night.

  I’d say I’d end the night with a girl in my bed to help me push the image of Brooklyn from my mind, but my body is too damn worn out. I had housekeeping clean my suite today and change my bedding. A part of me thought I should leave the bed the way it is because it smells like sex and Brooklyn. That was the dumbass side of my brain talking. Soon enough, the voice of reason side spoke up and said, Rip every single thing to do with her out of my place as soon as fucking possible.

  I spot my favorite VIP section open and nod at one of the bottle girls, Tali, who I’ve hooked up with a time or two over the last year she’s worked for Knox. I shot her a text earlier letting her know my boys, and I would be in tonight and to keep our usual spot open. I love it because it has the perfect view of the dance club below and the stage for when special guests perform. Tonight there’s a sick D.J. spinning only the best mixes up on the stage overlooking the dance floor, who’s wearing a massive cat head as he mixes some of the best club music I’ve ever heard.

  My body may be sore, but not sore enough to not go grind on the dance floor for a bit. I need as many distractions tonight as I can get.

  “Evenin’ fellas. What can I get y’all to start off the night?” Tali asks sweetly with her thick drawl.

  I perch myself onto the wrap around couch and set my iPhone on the small table in front of us before resting my hands on my lap and bringing my eyes up to hers. “I’ll have a Jack n’ Coke. What about you guys?” I ask, turning towards Brantley, Greg, and Miles.

  They all order beers. I don’t even bother to ask the girls. I’m not here to be polite or be a fucking gentleman. I’m here to get drunk and party the night away.

  An hour and a few drinks later, I’m feeling good. My dick is coming back to life as it grows hard in my jeans as this gorgeous brunette sits on my lap, running her fingers through my hair and kissing my neck. I have a good buzz going and the music blasting through the night club is making Cece...I think that's her name...wiggle nicely on my lap, teasing my dick that is now wanting some action.

  “You wanna go dance?” She whispers in my ear seductively as her nails scratch at my scalp, making my dick twitch against her ass that is sitting nicely on my lap.

  I give her hip a gentle squeeze, “Let’s go.” And then I push her off of my lap before standing.

  Grabbing my phone, I stuff it back into my back pocket before turning towards the guys who all have girls on their laps too. “I’m headin’ down to the dance floor,” I tell the guys before zig-zagging through the array of bodies filling the upper level of the club. Cece is only a step behind me, clinging to the back of my t-shirt, as I bounce down the staircase and walk onto the dance floor.

  There’s barely room to even move so I squeeze into a small open space where Cece slides in front of me and spins around so her ass is pressed against my still semi-hard erection. I slide my hands along her waist and get lost in the music. Before I know it, she has her head down by her feet and her ass is twerking and grinding into my dick so hard, it’s as if she’s trying to find out if it’s possible to make a guy jizz in his fucking jeans from a standing lap dance.

  My dick is so hard it’s painful. I need to blow my load now. Tightening my grip on her waist, I force her gyrating to stop, causing her to snap back upright and spin around to face me. Her long, brown wavy hair falls around her face. For a moment, I swear its Brooklyn standing in front of me instead of Cece. But the moment she opens her mouth, my daydream or nightmare...who the fuck knows...turns to smoke and floats away.

  “What’s wrong?!?” She shouts at me over the music.

  I jerk my head towards the bar and bring my lips to her ear. “I’m done dancing. As you can see, you started something that needs to be finished right-fucking-now.”

  Her hands travel along my back as she hugs me to her and continues to sway to the music, teasing my cock with her body.

  “Alright. Where do you wanna go?” She asks, looking around the club.

  “Follow me,” is all I say to her before I begin maneuvering through the crowd, pushing our way through until we finally break free and find ourselves standing in front of the long bar crowded with a mass of bodies, all waiting for their next drink.

  I know Kayden is at the hospital with Savannah, so that means his office is open, which I just so happen to h
ave a key too, since I helped him renovate the entire place a few years back.

  We stop in front of the large door, and Cece squeezes my hand, tugging on it, “Are you sure it’s okay to be going in there? I’m on probation—I can’t get in trouble for trespassing no matter how hot you are.” I shake my head. I really know how to pick ‘em. It's a good thing she’ll only be sucking me off. She’ll be pissed off, but by the time she realizes it, she’ll have to find someone else to fuck her tonight as the deed will be done and I will be on my way out the door.

  I’m an asshole. But it’s really all Brooklyn’s fault, not mine. She’s the one who’s fucked with my head and made me resort to using this chick as a simple means to an end. I need to do something to get Brooklyn out of my head.

  I glance at Cece over my shoulder as I dig my keys out of my pocket. “My cousin owns the place. Believe me, you don’t have anything to be worried about."

  Unlocking the door, I go straight to Kayden’s desk and turn on the small lamp sitting in the corner, casting a soft glow throughout the room. The last thing we need is bright lighting filling the room. I feel her behind me the second I flick on the light. Her hands begin roaming over my body. She’s not wasting any time.

  Turning to face her, I rest my hands on her shoulders and flash her a cocky grin. “Drop down on your knees and suck me.” My tone lets her know I’m telling, not asking.

  “Okay.” She answers eagerly as she gets to work undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my jeans. Just as she’s shimmying them down my thighs, my phone starts going off in my back pocket.

  Fuck. I forgot to put it on silent. I decide to ignore it, but Cece has other plans. She actually has the balls to reach into my back pocket that’s resting behind my knees and scoop my phone out!