above her, his usually playful exterior stripped away in a moment of naked intensity. His belt already hung open, and in seconds he had his pants jerked open and his cock in hand, his fist clenched around the shaft and the blunt head hovering just before her mouth.
"It's his lucky day," Dallas rasped as he smoothed his hand around her throat and up into her hair. He nudged her head forward, until her lips brushed the tip of Mad's dick. "Because when he's buried halfway down your throat, you'll know I gave you that. I'll give you anything you need."
Anything. Lex clenched around the fingers inside her as she sucked Mad into her mouth.
He was so hard it had to ache, the head of his erection already slick and hot, and he groaned his pleasure at the first touch of her tongue. As if the sound had electrified her, Noelle redoubled her efforts, sending another bolt of sensation shooting through Lex.
The couch dipped as Ace settled on the couch opposite of Jas and Noelle, leaving Lex surrounded. His clever artist's fingers stroked the curve of her breast as Dallas tightened his grip in her hair and pushed her head forward. "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" Ace asked softly. "Everyone tangled together. All getting off on each other, you getting off on all of them?"
They all belonged there, right alongside Lex. There wasn't a person in the room who didn't belong to Dallas. They wore his ink, fought for him, trusted him with their lives.
It hit her, really hit her, along with a dizzy rush of ecstasy. This fantasy, every last harsh, sweet moment, wasn't about her at all, but about him--her body for his pleasure, readied by those he trusted most. She'd known that, but not what it meant.
Her fantasies didn't mostly revolve around Dallas. They were Dallas, start to finish. Trust and belonging and a longing so razor-sharp it could carve you into a million pieces and leave you begging for more.
Love.
She moaned around Mad's cock as her shaking intensified, driven by the hard thrusts and soft caresses and possession. They were touching her everywhere, inside and out. Completely focused on her release, on an orgasm that finally seized her in its grip and twisted, wrenching a muffled scream from her throat.
Dallas moaned, as rough and desperate as the hand in her hair, and then his mouth was on the nape of her neck, teeth closing tight. "That's right, love. You're almost ready for me. Keep squirming. Keep coming."
She already couldn't separate the rise and fall of pleasure. Her vision blurred, and she clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms. Distantly, she realized Mad had pulled away and Jas and Noelle's fingers were gone, but Dallas was still stroking her, still whispering filthy promises against her skin.
He gave her no chance to recover. She sobbed in a breath as Dallas released her wrists with two flicks of his thumbs, and then they were both moving, the room dipping dizzily as he rose and swung her up into his arms in the same graceful movement.
Lex hit the floor, carpet under her shoulders and one plush cushion under her hips. Dallas knelt between her thighs, sliding his belt free of the buckle.
Yes. Lex reached for him, but Mad caught her wrists in a firm grip. He guided them back to the floor above her head as Dallas jerked his belt loose, the leather rasping through each loop in turn. "What do you want, Lexie?"
She stared at him, at the flex and play of muscle beneath skin. "I want you."
"Damn right you do." He pulled open his jeans and spoke to Mad without releasing Lex's gaze. "Sharing time's over. Go make Noelle's night."
Not quite get your hands the fuck off my woman, but the undertone was there, the dangerous edge that wasn't play at all. Dallas had gotten off on giving her what she wanted, but now he was ready to take what he needed.
She could struggle. He'd get off on that, too. But all she wanted was to open for him, body and soul.
She reached for him again, and he caught her hips and drove into her. Hard enough to hurt, and Lex bit her lip until it bled. "Don't stop--"
Another thrust cut her off. Rougher, almost violent. His fingers pressed bruises into her ass as he hoisted her hips higher. "Don't stop what? Don't stop fucking you?"