One bed between enemies

Best Bad Decision

He caught her lips again and she moaned as his tongue swiped along her bottom lip. He stretched up on his knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed so their bodies were pressed together.

He flexed his hips forward as he groaned and grabbed her exposed thigh. His fingers trailed up her soft skin and caressed the curve of her bum. her shivered as he nibbled at her lip and toyed with the edge of her panties.

Dex moved his lips to her neck and sucked gently, her stomach tightened as his breath hit her wet skin and his fingers moved towards her core. He pulled the cold zipper down. He lifted his hips in silent invitation and her slowly pulled his jeans down.

Her heart pounded in her chest as his jeans fell to the floor. She could see the outline of his erection raised in his boxers. She clenched her thighs together to relieve the pressure that was building inside of her .

Dex reached out and grabbed her thigh, running his hands softly back and forth. her looked away from his boxers to see him staring lovingly back at her . The gentle glint in his eyes relaxed her. She kept their gazes locked as she reached forward and tentatively stroked him through the fabric.

His head dropped back against the bed and his eyes fluttered closed. She tugged his boxers down. her breath quickened when the full length of Dex’s d**k spring free. She wrapped her hand gently around him and felt the soft skin of his shaft under her fingers.

The tension between her legs intensified when she felt him throb in her hand. Dex was breathing heavily as she explored him. After a moment, Dex fluttered his eyes open and stared at her. He slowly started moving her hand up and down. His eyes followed her as her dropped to her knees in front of him.

Dex sucked in air as her leaned forward and flicked her tongue under the head of his erection. She repeated the motion, moving her tongue slowly down his shaft as her watched him scrunch his eyes tightly shut. When her brought her tongue back up to the top her took a deep breath and wrapped her lips around him.

“f**k!” Dex moaned as her breathed through her nose and relaxed her jaw around his size. She moved her head down, but her couldn’t go very far before his erection hit the back of her throat. It made her stomach clench for a moment but the breathy whispers that were slurring out of Dex ’s mouth told her he liked that, the jolt sent her a gag reflex.

“f**k, you’re so good.” Dex mumbled as he gently brushed his hand through her hair.

His large hand held her cheek, she tried to deepen the kiss but he kept the pace slow and sensual as he moved against her mouth. She felt his hand go to her lower back before he flipped them so that she was pressed into the soft leather. Dex kicked his legs to get the boxers off of him and then reached up and tugged off his shirt. Heat prickled her skin as her stared up at his God-like form.

He licked his lips and ran his hands down her body to the edge of her shirt, he dropped his body close to hers and she relished in the heat of our skin touching. He trailed wet kisses along her collar bone before dipping down to the edge of her bra. His tongue licked the tender skin that peaked out from behind the lace making her arc her spine. Dex groaned as her breasts were pushed farther into his face.

He reached around her back and pinched the hooks of her bra, releasing the straps to fall by her ribs. His hands slowly skated up her arms and pushed the fabric aside. “Rosy,” he mumbled against her skin as his mouth left kisses over the exposed skin. The cold air tightened her exposed n*****s into little buds.

A moan slipped from her throat as his lips sucked one gently into his warm mouth. her pelvis flexed upwards by instinct eliciting a strangled sound from Dex as she pushed into his erection. He trailed his kisses around the curves of her breast, licking and tasting her flesh. Then he shuffled his body downward, dragging his lips along her stomach.

She jolted forward when her felt his wet tongue flick over her c**t. Electricity pounded through her veins as her whole body tensed with pleasure. She was a moaning her ss as Dex’s mouth tortured her. He ran his tongue in long strokes between her slit, brushing past her pleasure point then slipping back down. She sucked in air when her felt his finger at her c**t, swirling in her wetness.

Dex continued sucking and stroking until her could feel the coil in her stomach tightening. She stiffened when her felt his fingers enter her slowly but swiftly. A whole new feeling of ecstasy washed over her . His internal massage coupled with his warm tongue on her c**t sent her body over the edge as an orgasm ripped through her.

She whined when the heat of his body was ripped away from her and the cool air nipped her skin. Dex stood up and reached for his walled for a condom. She gulped as he stood before.

Dex dropped back onto the bed and caged her head with both of his arms as he ground his hips into hers, she moaned as she felt his erection press against her core. He reached one hand down and grasped himself, guiding his manhood to her entrance.

An intense pressure flooded her pelvis as he pushed himself slowly into her, Dex slowly moved his hips, pulling almost completely out of her before pushing back in.

“Yesss” Zoey cried as his body moved over hers with an expert rhythm as he slowly allowed himself to move faster. she clasped her hands onto his shoulders and dug her nails in as breathy whimpers were pushed out of her lungs.

“Lift your hips,” Dex growled.

She was lost in the crashes of emotion and pleasure around her as his thumb continued to swirl at her c**t. She tried to focus her foggy brain on his words and flexed her hips up, holding her weight with her legs.

This new angle cause Dex ’s erection to hit a different place within her. Every smooth stroke he took pushed her closer and closer to exploding.

Just when her thought her body couldn’t take any more Dex pressed his thumb down harder on her core and mashed his hips into mine.

Light exploded behind her lids as every nerve on her body sung with pleasure. Dex and her euphoric moans twisted together in the air around us as their bodies convulsed as one. She could feel the walls of her core clenching around Dex as his thrusts became sloppy, pulling his orgasm from him as mine winded down.

Dex slumped forward, dropping his weight to her chest as they held each other. She wrapped her arms tightly around his head, though their skin was sticky from exertion but she didn’t care. His heart pounded heavily into her stomach, with hers blaring in his ear.

She had never in her life felt more f****d.

“Goodnight, Dex,” she said.

“Goodnight, Zoey.”

★ ★ ★

She woke at five.

The room was grey, the city at its lowest register. He was asleep on his side, facing her, one arm bent above the pillow. She’d expected him to sleep with the same controlled stillness he wore awake. He didn’t. He slept like someone who’d finally stopped managing, softer, the precision gone, younger around the eyes. The version of him she’d caught glimpses of all night. The one behind the armor.

She watched him too long. She always watched too long , that was her tell, Maya had told her once. You fall in love with people’s sleeping faces before you’re ready to admit you’re falling.

She sat up.

She knew her patterns. The wanting-to-stay was always the sign that she was already in further than she’d planned, and she’d planned to be nowhere at all tonight, one glass of wine, a celebration, home before eleven. Maya’s gift card and a water tower view. Instead she’d found a man with a dead brother’s scotch and a scar she’d touched without knowing what it meant.

Don’t trust too fast. That was the rule. That was the lesson Brianna had burned into her with the efficiency of someone who understood exactly which parts of her were flammable.

She dressed in the grey light, quiet and deliberate.

At the desk she found the notepad. Stood there with the pen in her hand. She could leave nothing. Clean. No evidence of wanting-to-stay.

She wrote: “Best bad decision I ever made. Z.”

She put the note on the pillow by his hand. Close enough that he’d find it. Her father’s voice, somewhere in the back of her head: knowing what excellent things exist matters, even if you can’t have them.

She looked at Dex one more time.

She went to the door. Opened it. Closed it behind her with the quiet click of a woman who had made a choice she was going to call clean.

She stood in the hall for three seconds. Her chest did something complicated and unhelpful.

She pressed the elevator button and looked straight ahead and told herself the ache was just sleep deprivation.

She was very good at pretending.