On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 12

Dexter

We were trying to pull skeletons out of each other’s closets. I sensed hesitation and possibly fear in

Barbie’s eyes, but I was fucking curious to know who the fuck made her stop training. This was why I

never did dinner, diving straight to sex. This way I could avoid all the awkward moments. No one

fucking knew that my father was weak and he took his own life. Those deep emotions killed him, and

that’s why I was doing everything I could to avoid them.

I liked the way she was going all shy on me when I talked about what I could do to her. Maybe I was

turning into a total pussy, but I wanted an answer. Before I had a chance to press her further, she got

up and walked away. She wasn’t wearing any shoes and I nearly fell off the chair when she bent down

and presented her fucking ass to me with glimpses of a red thong. I lost my shit then and in an instant I

forgot what we were talking about.

“Barbie, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked her with a raspy voice, my cock straining already,

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She shot me one of her sultry looks, biting her lip. “Dancing for you, Dexter.”

My mind emptied when she spread her legs and touched the floor. I wanted to grip her firm ass and

sink myself deep inside those incredibly firm bum cheeks.

Whatever the fuck she was doing to me, it was a dream come true. Next thing I knew, she was walking

away swaying her hips, lifting her leg up. I'd asked for a dance and now I was getting it, my own private

performance, and we weren’t even done with dinner yet. She reached the pillar that supported the

ceiling. She walked over to it and started rubbing herself around it, up and down. My dick throbbed,

begging to be buried inside her tight wetness.

Within a few seconds of her doing shit to the pillar I realised that nice Dexter wasn’t in the room

anymore. She was pushing my limits and right now I wasn’t fucking thinking straight. She screamed of

sex, drowning me in it like an animal in heat. I was uncomfortable knowing that I hadn’t banged her yet.

She was teasing me with her flexible body, inviting me over to fuck her senseless.

When she bent down and showed me her red slutty thong, it was over for me. I couldn’t just sit there

and pretend that I was patient enough to wait until the end. No, I needed to have her right then. I shot

to my feet and was beside her before she even noticed me.

Sasha smelled like an erotic and wild adventure.

“Dexter, what are you–”

I didn’t let her finish. I picked her up and threw her across my shoulder. Her ass was in my face and it

was bliss knowing that she was at my mercy. She was shouting at me to put her down, but I was only

thinking about entering her soft flesh with my rock-hard cock.

“We are going to fuck right now. We both know that you’re drenched with need to have me inside you,”

I said, putting her down on my bed. And with inhuman speed I started taking my shirt off. She could say

whatever, but I knew she wanted it from the moment she showed up in my apartment.

“I didn’t say you could sleep with me now, did I?”

She was flustered as hell, and she had that hunger and need in her eyes.

“The only thing that your pussy needs right now is my tongue, so don’t bullshit me, Barbie. I own it and

I’m going to devour it,” I said and tossed my shirt away, pulling my trousers down. She opened her

mouth, dropping her sexy eyes to my hard cock. I didn’t give her any time to think about this. I cradled

her in my arms and began kissing her flesh. She responded, rubbing herself against my enlarged dick.

When she moaned into my mouth, I thought it was the sexiest sound that I have ever heard.

She let me forget about the inner darkness, the crawling hollowness when my mouth was on hers,

tracing my tongue down her neck. It was time to take what belonged to me.

“Stand up straight,” I ordered her, pulling away.

“What? Why?” she whimpered.

“Because I fucking said so,” I growled, deepening the kiss again, forcing my way into her mouth. She

finally obeyed me. I was so hard for her that it was unbelievable, stretching the muscles around my

abdomen until they were burning.

When she straightened her body, I started moving down, nipping and barely touching her skin. I used

my other hand to unzip her dress and at the same time my tongue traced the lines of her collarbone.

When the zipper came all the way down, I pulled her dress off abruptly.

“You’re so sexy, Barbie, and your pussy is going to beg to be fucked over and over. I want you to

scream for me when you come,” I murmured, meeting her eyes. She wanted it. Her pupils were dilated

and she was trying to cover the anticipation, but I knew that she was wet. Her breathing was even

faster than mine.

I finally had her in my bedroom, standing in her red bra and thong, helpless and uncertain. For a

moment I wanted to just admire her body, but my cock was throbbing painfully. I gripped her hand and

unhooked her bra. It fell on the floor, giving me access to her amazing tits. She was still obeying me

well, standing straight, so I connected our mouths, moulding her huge breasts. Her nipples hardened

instantly.

Once her lips were swollen and she was panting, I started sucking on her nipples, taking one at a time,

swirling my tongue around them. She moaned again and urged me to move faster, but I wanted to take

my time. An alarm had gone off in my head. I fucking didn’t do slow, but Sasha was like a delicate

flower that bloomed with care and attention.

I needed to have all of her, taste every inch of her sexy body. I went down to my knees and stuck my

face in her sweet pussy. She smelled like the musky scent of sex, her tight wetness begging me to lick

her faster and to ravage her.

“Oh, Dex,” she moaned and I hadn’t even done anything yet. “Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

I laughed, running my fingers over her folds. I was going to make her lose her mind. She closed her

eyes and then I inched her thong down. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I fucked fast and hard,

never slow and tender. With Sasha it was all about knowing that I owned her.

“Spread your amazing legs,” I demanded. This time she didn’t hesitate and just did what I asked.

I started licking her folds while my other hand was on her ass, holding her in place. She was so wet for

me, begging me not to stop whatever the hell I was doing. I continued to move my tongue in her flesh,

slowly, eagerly, to the point when I felt her hips trembling, pressing herself into my mouth. I wanted to

hear her come for me, breaking apart with waves of pleasure. Fuck, she had the sweetest pussy that

I'd ever tasted and I didn’t want to let go of her ever.

Sasha

Fireworks exploded in my head. His lips were licking me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I shut my eyes,

trembling and wanting to get comfortable to enjoy his torturous moves, but his grip on my ass was like

steel. Bastard, he knew that I was struggling to stay standing up while his tongue explored me deeper

and further. My pussy throbbed with the need to release, tightening as I panted. I was so close, ready

to explode. At any moment my knees were ready to give out.

My insides clenched and I thought he sensed that he'd pushed me to the edge, so he released his grip.

I was on the bed before I had a chance to take some air. He moved so fast, spreading my legs wide

apart and diving his head between them, nuzzling my clit with his tongue. I cried out when he slid two

fingers inside me and started fucking my pussy with his hand.

“Barbie, you’re unbelievable. Are you ready to come for me?”

His question didn’t make sense; besides, my mouth wasn’t working. Sweat broke out over my body as

he continued thrusting his fingers in and out. I gasped for air as I exploded, coming apart as smaller

orgasms rippled through me. His eyes were watching me intently, hungrily. My body trembled and I

didn’t want to move, but he wasn’t done with me yet.

Dexter ripped the condom packet open with his mouth and rolled it onto his massive cock. I lost the

sense of what he just did to me. My heart jackhammered in my chest.

With not much warning, he was between my legs and then he was inside me. His lips were on mine,

kissing, pulling and sucking, as his body stilled.

“Barbie, your pussy is so tight, so fucking perfect. I won’t go easy on you. Fuck, tell me if you want me

to go easy on you,” he urged.

Hell, I couldn’t catch my breath, much less talk. “No, oh, fuck me,” I pleaded as my pussy clenched

around his cock. He pounded into me, losing control of himself.

“Shit, this is unbelievable,” he shouted. His thrusts felt so damn good and I wanted more, needed to

feel him deeper. He started nibbling on my breast while shoving his dick up and down inside me. I was

losing control, shouting his name.

He made me come again and again. Then he went back down on me, licking and breaking me apart. It

was a sweet and delicious torture, because I couldn’t take it, my hips were numb, my core drenched.

I was trying to push him away, but he only laughed until I exploded again. I had no idea how much time

had passed.

By the time he was done with me I was lifeless, so fucked that I couldn’t move my limbs. I must have

drifted to sleep when he wrapped his arms around me, but it was bliss.

***

I was watching him sleep. My body was pleasantly numb and I was sore. No other man had ever made

me sore. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with him. Everything had happened so fast yesterday—the

conversation, his hungry eyes, and my seductive dance.

I was expecting him to throw me back to my apartment after we were done, but he let me sleep. Dexter

was intense, overwhelming, and he wasn’t lying when he said that he could fuck.

I slid out of bed carefully, making sure that I didn’t wake him. It was ten o’clock on Monday morning and

I had no idea if he had to go to work or not, but he looked too peaceful to be disturbed.

I walked around his living room trying to picture myself in his life. Things were complicated with me, but

Dexter helped me to ease the tension, to remember that there was more to life than work and worries

about tomorrow. I contemplated going back to his bed. I could wait for him to wake up, but what for?

This whole thing was awkward enough. There was no point staying and pretending that I wasn’t like his

other women. One sinful night was enough.

I was headed to the door when I heard the familiar voice.

“Where the hell are you going?”

Crap, he caught me sneaking out. I had no idea what to say or do. I turned around slowly. He stood in

the hallway watching me, naked and absolutely beautiful. Heat rushed over my skin, curling up my

toes.

“Home. I need to drive to the city and take care of a few things.”

I needed to see Mum’s solicitor for some paperwork that I missed, so this wasn’t a total lie. He knew

that I was running away. I was giving him an opportunity to move on, acknowledging that there wasn’t

going to be any repeat of last night, that I wasn’t expecting more.

Wrong. I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t done with wanting him.

Dexter looked annoyed. His eyes wandered down to my boobs and a wide smile spread over his

gorgeous face. “I thought that we could hump some more this morning,” he said with a slight tension in

his voice. I didn’t get it. Was he angry that I was trying to sneak out?

“Or maybe we can talk instead?”

“Talk? About what?” he asked.

“Tell me about your relationship with my uncle. Were you two close?” I asked, not quite sure where this

was coming from. I went straight to it, without preparation, without any small talk. This kind of

conversation before coffee was too heavy, but I was lost; embarrassed with myself that I enjoyed

rough, no-strings-attached sex.

He walked up to the kitchen and began setting up his espresso, like all of a sudden I didn’t exist.

Maybe he dropped that letter purposely for me to find it. I couldn’t ignore it, but I had to know if what

Joey had written about him was real.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“I don’t want to discuss him right now, Barbie. You can leave if you want. I won’t be crying after you.”

Breathe... I needed to remember how to breathe. I stood by the door watching him for a bit, but he

continued to ignore me. It was a clear indication that I shouldn’t have asked about Joey.

I wanted to say that we didn’t have to talk, but no sound came out. I turned around and left, telling

myself that I shouldn’t have expected anything else. Dexter wouldn’t magically open up and explain

why he behaved the way he did.

I went back to my apartment and changed, congratulating myself for being so pathetic. One night of

crazy good sex and the mere beginnings of honest conversation didn’t give me a right to think that we

could be in a relationship. We both enjoyed the game of hide-and-seek, but enough was enough.

An hour later I was walking towards my car thinking about what I could do tonight when I received a

text message.

Hey Beautiful,

I can be quite persistent and I won’t stop trying. There is this new restaurant in the centre and my friend

works there as a chef. I managed to score a reservation and complementary dinner.

I will be pretty disappointed if you say no to me again.

Alistair.

I sighed and bit my lip. This was the perfect opportunity for distraction. My Monday shift was cancelled

and I didn’t want to be stuck in the apartment. I was certain that Dexter was already planning to invite

another girl to his bed this evening.

What the hell!

I guessed that one innocent date wouldn’t matter. Sex with Dexter only proved that I was ready for

anything. Healed enough to grab life by the balls and enjoy myself like I used to.

I texted back asking him to pick me up at seven.

Dexter

Stupid fuck. Why did I have to behave like I didn’t care? Like she was just like the others?

What pissed me off the most was that she tried to sneak out while I was sleeping. Last night with her

was different; she was so responsive and made me work harder than normal. Each time I collapsed on

the bed panting, I was ready for more.

I was caught off guard when I woke up and she was gone. She had balls and I wasn’t expecting her to

leave first, but she did, or at least she tried to. One night, that’s all I ever promised her. Sometimes I

wondered why I wouldn’t just shut my stupid mouth. Sasha had crawled under my skin, wrecked my

routine and seeded an unsatisfied desire for more.

I fucking decided to set her straight, to ignore her. She woke me up with questions about Joey. I hadn’t

even had a coffee yet and she was already digging. Where the hell did that even come from?

For a moment she just stood there, watching me, probably expecting me to say more. I didn’t. It was

none of her business if we were friends or not. As usual, I didn’t think and told her that this

conversation was off limits. And when she turned and left, I was too stubborn and stupid to go after her.

She went back to her place and I spent the day wondering what was happening to me.

The sex was fucking unbelievable, and I was ready for another round. I liked her strong personality, her

sharp tongue and the fact that she wouldn’t back down from me. All of a sudden I didn’t need coffee. I

wanted to screw her again, to hold her again but this time never let go.

It was time to get busy, so I took a shower, dressed in a suit and went to work. This way I didn’t have to

think about her or dwell on the incredible night we had spent together.

In the office, things didn’t go well. Barbie occupied my fucking mind like a shadow. I remembered her

smooth skin, her loud breathing and her moans.

When it was time to go on a conference call with other clients, I could barely focus.

After I told everyone that I wasn’t feeling well, I locked myself in my office. My phone was silent. At

least I could have taken her number, but what was I supposed to talk to her about?

We had dinner, talked and then fucked. That was it. So why the fuck couldn’t I simply forget about her?

There were plenty of other women out there.

I left the office at six and headed back to the complex. Most of the time Jennifer was up for a good

session of screwing, and she was just a phone call away. In the end I didn’t call her. Within half an hour

I was back in the building, ready to have an honest conversation with Barbie. While waiting for the lift, I

made an instant decision to stop fucking around and tell her that I was ready for more.

A few moments later the lift opened up and I strolled up the corridor, walking straight to Barbie’s door.

Some unfamiliar, bulky-looking guy was standing there.

Sasha looked delicious in a black and navy short dress and navy heels. I didn’t know what the occasion

was, but she gave me an instant raging hard-on.

“We need to talk,” I snapped, getting straight to the point. Barbie paled and glanced nervously at the

guy next to her.

Who the fuck was he?

“We'll talk another time. I’m kind of busy right now,” she explained, almost stuttering. I had to get a grip.

There was no point beating around the bush. I wanted her and that was it.

“Sasha, I need to talk to you right now, so tell whoever the fuck this is to get lost and come back later.”

“Dexter, please—”

“Mate, she’s with me and there is a cab waiting for us downstairs. She said she’s busy,” said the guy,

slipping his palm around Sasha’s waist. Then, this whole thing finally clicked. Barbie was going out on

a fucking date. She'd been with me this morning, we had epic sex at least ten hours ago and now she

was with someone else, some asshole who wanted what belonged to me.

In that moment I knew that she had power over me, and she was going to make me lose my fucking

mind.