Desire, excitement, and trust.
Dillon said his name with a tremulous whimper, her hips lifting to chase after his hand, her urgency coming through loud and clear.
It only served to excite him further; the dichotomy of wanting to give Dillon everything she asked for and wanting to deny her until she couldn't stand it rode him hard.
He eased one finger inside her, feeling the powerful muscles of her pussy clench down tight enough to strangle. Slick and velvety, hot enough to burn.
One finger, and he could barely move for the exquisite pressure. The urge to deny her disappeared like a magician's flash paper.
“How long has it been since you had a man?”
She shook her head, gripping his shoulders so tightly he could feel the prick of her nails through the leather of his cut. “Since before... oh my god... before I was taken.”
“Ten, eleven years?” Nasa clarified in astonishment.
Dillon nodded, sliding her knee farther down his thigh to give him all the access he needed, keening softly when he used his thumb to spread the thick, creamy fluid dripping from inside her in circles around her clit.
He rubbed and thrust, waiting until the grip she had on him eased enough to slip a second finger inside, locking onto the quarter-sized spot at the front wall of her pussy.
Nasa could feel the raised ridges of her G-spot, and the crook of his fingers against it had Dillon's entire body rippling in immediate answer.
“There! Oh... ohmmmthere!”
“Yeah, right there,” he echoed, thrusting back and forth, inside and out, moving like he was rolling a ball around between his fingertips.
Stimulated on both fronts, it didn't take long for Dillon to come apart at the seams. “That's it. Come all over my hand. Don't stop.”
He'd used that particular technique on his fair share of women, and each of them responded differently, but none had ever come so hard, so long, or so spectacularly.
It truly felt as though his bones were being ground to dust, but Nasa couldn't find it in him to care. The moment Dillon got enough air in her lungs to breathe, it was to give a strangled wail of relief so profound it brought tears to her eyes, but they didn't fall.
He continued to stroke her gently—not to stimulate but to soothe—feeling the fluttering contractions as they continued to ripple across his fingers.
Dillon looked at him through wide eyes, still holding onto him even though he could see she was shocked by what he'd made her feel.
Before she could pull away or let the uncertainty of unfamiliar feelings derail the beauty of what she'd just given him, Nasa gently withdrew his hand, refusing to look away when he raised his fingers to his mouth and slowly, deliberately, licked them clean.
Dillon's lips parted on a shaky indrawn breath, her gaze transfixed on the movement of his lips, her eyes hooded with renewed lust. Nasa savored the sweet, tangy flavor of her honey. It was delicious, and he told her so.
“Next time, I'll have this right from the source,” Nasa promised as he sucked his index finger into his mouth to clean the last of her from his skin, watching her watch him do it. “Would you like that?”
Dillon gave a disjointed nod, tipping her face up when he leaned in, stopping only centimeters away from her kiss-stung lips. The short whimper she gave sounded like music to his ears.
“Use your words, Dillon.”
She opened her mouth to answer him, but Damon's untimely bellow cut her off. “Time for PT! Haul that universal ass up outta your hole!”
Nasa growled under his breath, turning his head to shout back, “I'll be there in a goddamn minute!”
“I've heard that before,” Damon scoffed doubtfully, “Don't make me come down there!”
“Fuck off, dickhead!” Nasa roared, “I'll be there in ten!”
“Sheesh, alright already. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?”
Nasa waited to hear Damon's retreating footsteps before returning his attention to Dillon, who had a soft, dazed smile on her face.
Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment, but when she looked up at him, her eyes sparkled with warmth and happiness.
“Is eight minutes enough time for me to return the favor?” she asked, and if not for the real desire to please in her husky voice, he would have been offended.
Nasa bent to touch a slow, lingering kiss to her smiling mouth.
“That was all for you, and it wasn't a favor. It was a claiming. You’re mine now, Tiger Lily.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dillon sat on the porch beneath the shade of a wide umbrella with a pineapple, mango, and kale smoothie in her hand, courtesy of Athena.
The petite redhead sat beside her with a ridiculously large sunhat on her head and an equally enormous pair of sunglasses perched on her dainty nose.
They sat in quiet appreciation as the sun rose higher in the sky, sipping their smoothies, watching the guys flip the tractor tires up and down the length of the field, lifting weights, throwing medicine balls back and forth to one another, push-ups, pull-ups, and all manner of sweat-inducing exercises that made their muscles ripple and flex beautifully.
Relaxation permeated every pore, every follicle on her body, and every time Nasa glanced her way, Dillon's vagina did its best impression of a fainting goat. Convulsion, seizure, and a little death.
She couldn't get over how quickly, or how intensely he'd made her come, or how amazing she felt afterward.
Her sex drive had been non-existent until Nasa, and there was a small part of her insisting she was moving way too fast, but the voice was swiftly becoming no more than the annoying whine of a mosquito in her ear.
“Enjoying the show, ladies?” Top called as he made his way across the deck.
In the days she'd spent here at the compound, Dillon spent some time watching all the men of Perdition, and the president of the club hadn't escaped her observations.
He had an odd habit of wandering around the compound, his booming voice bouncing off the walls as he talked on
