Page 69 of Ballistic

Eyes on me, he dragged his tongue up my slit, defying my resistance, and while it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life, it terrified me. Games like those had always been a means of manipulating me.

I make you feel good, you do whatever I want, Vinco had always said. So I’d played along, because doing what he’d wanted meant getting my next pill.

What price would Dax place on my pleasure?

I bucked my hips, feeling his fingers curl into them, holding me still.

No, please, my head battled, but his hands against my skin stirred objection. I didn’t know which to trust, which one had been programmed and which was real.

“Dax … I feel … dirty. Maybe after a shower?”

“You’re not dirty, Nic.” He pressed his lips between his thumbs and sucked, lapping at me, as though trying to capture the melting drips of ice cream from a cone. The deeper his tongue ventured, the more I wanted it. “You’re beautiful. The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

Panicked, I tipped my head back, curling my fingers into tight fists, and exhaled a forced breath, my mind desperate for diversion. “Then, I question what you’ve been looking at all your life.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat, but it didn’t stop him from sucking the juices he’d roused. “I’ve been everywhere in this city and have seen some pretty breathtaking views.”

“You’re comparing me with that?” I jerked my head toward the orange-red ball of fire sinking beneath the buildings. “You’ve been staring into the sun too long.”

Everything felt good—his tongue against my flesh, the cold stones pressed against my back, while his hands kept me steady, the wind carelessly blowing my hair—so different from the nights when Tesarik would bury his face between my thighs while he’d stroked himself to orgasm and expected me to lap it up. His fat fucking nose had prodded every crease in the most awkward and demeaning experience of my life. The very thought sent a shudder down my spine, and every muscle in my body begged me to push Dax away as he moaned into my pussy, his practiced tongue clashing with the thoughts in my head.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to see. So fucking wet.” Fingers spreading me wider, he growled through the merciless burrowing of his tongue.

I clamped my eyes closed, the air growing thin as his stubble tickled my skin. It’s Dax, I reminded myself, mentally willing the thoughts of Tesarik and Vinco away.

His tongue painted my seam again in long, wet strokes, and as if an invisible thread had hooked itself somewhere deep in my belly, it tugged downward, into my thighs.

Look at you, on display for the whole world to see what a whore you are. My mothers voice chimed in, too, my head reeling in the chaos of all those voices. Nothing but a couple of filthy sinners making sport of it.

“Dax, wait!”

“Keep your eyes on the sunset, baby.”

Opening my eyes, I focused on the soft pinks, oranges and yellows that colored the distant horizon. Detroit existed under a suffocating gray dishwater sky most of the time, but the view before me was made for canvases. The kind of awe-inspiring beauty from which I couldn’t look away.

Beautiful, like the two of us. Nothing filthy, or wrong about it.

Hands slapped to my ears, I let the bright light blind me to anything else, and all at once, the voices gave way to the first moan that escaped me. A pleasure-glutton sound so foreign, I couldn’t believe it’d come from me. It lulled me, drawing my head back against the stone, my eyes shuttering out the view, until that ambient glow flared behind my lids and I could still see the burnt shadowy circle of the sun, smack in the middle.

Dax’s tongue sent chasing vibrations across my skin, strumming my libido in perfect rhythm to his fervency. The delicious buzz demanded I grind my hips to its tempo, meeting his tongue with small thrusts. The string connected to my belly pulled tighter, and at the unexpected invasion of his fingers, my lids shot open. In and out, he pumped them, his lips working in tandem with each delicious stroke. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Had never felt anything more there than the harsh jabs of greedy fingers. Nothing so reverent and attentive, with slow and easy strokes, like deadly weapons made only for a skilled and patient master.

“Please, Dax.” Ecstasy dripped from my voice, and I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out what the hell I was begging for. Climax? More?

Concrete scraped across my spine, adding a twinge of pain as my body slid down the wall, but Dax guided my thighs over his shoulders and held me up.

Muscles tight, I watched the silhouettes of the buildings turn darker, the clouds duskier, and the sun eventually disappeared over the horizon, until only faint rays shot up from behind buildings.

And with the sunset, something darker unfurled.

Dax’s mouth turned voracious, sucking, licking, teeth nipping at my sensitive flesh, and the groans and moans that vibrated in his throat had my thighs trembling. He consumed me like an animal that’d been starved for too long—one that ate solely for it’s survival and nothing else.

The quiver in my muscles heightened, and I imagined steel strings pulling tighter and tighter. I needed to hold onto something. I needed to sit down. I wanted to push him away and pull him into me. My entire body turned chaotic in an effort to stave off the impending crash, but Dax wouldn’t relent.

More, my body commanded, as if it’d never felt the punishing blows of enjoying too much.

His tongue, his fingers, every part of him stoked the frenzy inside of me.

I was frantic, desperate to keep going, keep climbing up the slope, which seemed steeper and steeper, the closer I edged toward the peak.