The Dixon Rule (Campus Diaries, 2)

Ask me nicely

DIANA IS THE STUFF OF FANTASIES. MY LITERAL FANTASIES. SHE’S LETTING me order her around without a single complaint, and we both know she loves it. A flush of desire reddens her cheeks. She’s still in that sexy red dress, but it’s pulled down to reveal her delectable tits. I don’t order her to take the dress off, though. I like that she’s still half-covered. That I still haven’t seen her pussy. For some reason that makes this even hotter.

She sinks to her knees. I’m so turned on, I know there’s no way I’ll be able to fuck her for more than three seconds if I don’t take the edge off first.

“Wrap your hand around me.”

She moans and does what I say. The feel of her warm fist closed around my cock is next level.

“Put your tongue on it,” I mutter. “Get it nice and wet and ready for your mouth.”

Another moan.

My pulse races as she begins licking the head of my cock, circling it with her tongue. Her hand moves tentatively along my shaft.

“Tighter.”

She squeezes me, and I groan. Meanwhile, that obedient tongue continues to lick, making my shaft glisten.

“Your mouth, Dixon. I need it now.”

I know I’m big, but fuck, the sight of her lips stretched around my dick is hot enough to make my head spin.

“Make me come.” My voice is low. Hoarse from lust and thick with promise. “If you do a good job, you’ll get a reward.”

She releases me with a soft pop. Interest flickers in her eyes, mingling with the heat of desire there. “What’s the reward?”

“I’ll let you decide.” I smile at her. “My tongue or my fingers.”

Her breath hitches. She strokes her hand over me again. “Not this?”

“No. You’re not ready for it. We’re going to have to work our way up to it.”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty wet already.”

I groan again. “Stop distracting me. Give me what I want.”

She grips my dick and goes back to sucking it. Christ, she can barely get me in her mouth. Maybe halfway. So she has to use her hand too.

It takes effort not to thrust full force into her mouth. I let her take the lead, trust her to get me where I need to go. Truth is, it’s not going to take much for me to blow this load. She looks so fucking incredible on her knees in front of me.

Platinum hair tousled from being tied and released.

Eager mouth sucking me up.

The little noises she’s making.

Jesus.

My balls are drawn up so tight, it’s like they’ve disappeared into my body. Every muscle is clenched right along with them. I finish faster than I ever have before. There’s no controlling myself. She makes me hotter than anyone has in a long time.

“I’m coming,” I warn her. I’ll let her decide how she wants it.

Diana releases my cock and jerks me through the release. I groan and come on her tits. She doesn’t seem to mind. She’s biting her lip. Her other hand is between her legs.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” I growl, even as I’m still releasing the last few drops of the most mind-blowing climax. It was fast and forceful, like a sudden downpour, and I’m nowhere near sated. I’m still so hard and so ready for another round.

But I made her a promise.

Diana rises to her feet, her dress around her waist. I pull the fabric down her legs and then throw it away.

“On the bed,” I tell her.

She scrambles for the mattress. I have a feeling this is the only time I’ll ever see Diana Dixon submissive, and I’m going to enjoy every last second of it.

Still breathing hard, I stroke my dick. There’s still a drop of come on the tip, and I rub my thumb over it as I rake my gaze over Diana’s naked body.

“Tongue or fingers?” My voice is raspy.

“Tongue,” she says.

“Good choice.”

I kneel at the foot of the bed and run both hands over her smooth legs. She shivers when I stroke her calves and shins before gripping her ankles to pull her body forward so her thighs are inches from my face.

“Ask me to lick it.”

Her breath catches. I peer up to find her watching me, pupils dilated, lids heavy.

“Ask me,” I repeat.

Her chest rises on a deep inhalation.

“Lick it,” she whispers.

Smiling, I spread her thighs and bring my mouth between her legs. When my tongue comes out for a taste, it short circuits my brain. She’s goddamn delicious. I just want to lap her up, but I can’t. I need to tease her a little. I’ve been with enough women to know that foreplay is necessary, not optional. They need to be ready for me.

I lick her pussy while she rocks against me. We don’t speak. The only sounds in the bedroom are her needy moans and my greedy ones, because her pussy is like a drug, and I need more. I slip one finger inside her, and when she clamps around me, I realize this is going to take a while. I add a second finger, and she moans so loudly, I can’t stop a chuckle.

“Damn, Dixon. You want it bad.”

“I know. What’s wrong with me?” She sounds agonized.

I lift my head. My lips are covered with her arousal. “Nothing’s wrong with you. This pussy is the rightest thing I’ve ever felt.”

It’s not difficult to guess what Diana likes. And if she’s faking it, she’s doing a damn good job. Breathless noises. Soft gasps. The whispered “fuck”s she chokes out when I push my fingers in and out.

I add another finger. “Tell me if it’s too much.” We’re at three now.

She rises on her elbows and peers down at me. Her eyes are completely hazy. She bites her lip as she watches what I’m doing to her. As I slide that third finger in and push it into an impossibly tight space.

“You take it so good, baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

She moans.

“You’re going to come for me now, okay? When you give me this orgasm, I’ll give you my cock.”

She sucks in another breath. “I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl.”

I gently thrust my fingers inside her and bring my tongue back to toy with her clit. I know she’s getting close, but she keeps squirming and moaning in agitation, not getting where she needs to go.

Remembering the near violent jerk of her body when I sucked her nipples, I reach a hand up to give one of those puckered buds a tight pinch. And Diana goes off like a rocket. She comes with a gasp, and I find myself grinning against her pussy as she takes every ounce of pleasure I have to offer, grinding herself on my face.

By the time I withdraw my fingers and lift my head, she’s panting hard. Her pussy is swollen and glistening.

“There you go,” I murmur in approval. “You did such a good job.”

My cock is like an iron spike. I leave her on the bed, blissed out. Her eyes track me as I retrieve a condom and roll it on. She watches as I rummage in the top drawer.

“What are you looking for?”

“We might need some lube.”

“Trust me, we don’t.” She laughs weakly. “Just get over here already.”

It’s the only order she’s issued since this wildly erotic interaction began, so I let her have this one. Besides, she’s not wrong. I tease one finger through her slit and discover she’s dripping wet.

“That orgasm wasn’t enough?” I grin at her. “You almost crushed my face.”

“Nowhere near enough. I’m dying to know what it’s like to come around that.” Her gaze is glued to my erection.

I climb onto the bed and cover her body with mine, my lips coming down to kiss her. But I don’t get inside her yet. I’m trapped between her, throbbing, my dick seeking an outlet, hips moving to find it. Our tongues tangle as I drive the kiss deeper. She’s a phenomenal kisser. And those noises. I can’t get enough of those noises. I’m not a fan of over-the-top porn-star moans and shrieks. Diana doesn’t do any of that. She’s vocal, but it comes from the most primal place.

I grab a pillow. “Lift your ass,” I say, and slide it under her. I know from experience it’s the best way for her to take me in this position.

I grip my dick and tease it into her pussy. Even an inch has us both sweating. I push another inch in. She looks like she wants to crawl out of her skin.

“Fucking hell, Lindley. Give me more.”

“Ask me nicely.”

Heat flares in her eyes. It’s the first time she’s challenged me. “I want it now.”

“This isn’t your show. It’s mine. If you want to come, you have to ask me very nicely to put it inside you. Ask me for another inch and say please.”

Her throat dips in a swallow. “Give me another inch, please.”

My lips curve in a smile. Having Dixon submit to me is the hottest thing that’s ever happened in my bedroom.

I give her another inch, and she lets out a happy breath.

“Another one,” she begs.

“Yeah? You want more of this?”

“Please.”

Very slowly, I push in. “Halfway, baby.”

“Half!” She groans. “Oh my God. I already feel so full. How are you not all the way in? Give me more.”

I give her more.

“More. Please, Shane.”

Every breathy plea does my head in. I push forward, not with my entire length but deep enough that I feel her around me like a tight glove. Enough that it rolls her eyes to the top of her head and has her clinging to me. She starts rocking.

“Slowly,” I warn. “Get used to it.”

“I’m used to it,” she says stubbornly.

“Dixon—”

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Diana Dixon is begging me to fuck her. I never would’ve imagined this last year, when she was mocking me about my fuckboy ways, vowing she would never have me. Well, she has me now. She has all of me. Well, almost all of me.

I’m not going to lord this over her, though. This isn’t some sort of humiliation fetish. This is about making her feel good. Taking control so she doesn’t have to. Showing her that her pleasure matters to me as much as mine.

I go slow despite her pleas. Because the buildup is everything. Deep, measured thrusts. Her fingers dig into my ass, and her teeth bite into my shoulder.

“You’re a feral little thing,” I grunt.

She responds by biting me harder. The sting of pain triggers another bolt of pleasure. I speed up. Yeah, the train has left the station. I can’t control the pace anymore. No one’s in control but my hips and her pussy swallowing me up.

But I still have some willpower left in me. “Are you going to get there again?” I grind out. I’m wound up tight. So hard for her.

“I think so. Keep hitting that spot.”

I angle my hips. “This one?”

“Mmm-hmm. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

I pound into her. My body is on fire. Heart thundering. I’m officially in the danger zone. That point where a woman tells me not to stop what I’m doing because she’s about to come, which means I’m about to come, which means soon I’m going to stop exactly what I’m doing because I’m too far gone.

I hold off as best as I can, trying to think about anything but the fact that her pussy is about to spasm around me. I kiss her, biting back a curse when she nips at my lower lip. Fuck. My willpower shatters, and I hope to God she comes too because I’m done. Pleasure explodes inside of me. I shudder, tempo abandoned, as the orgasm is ripped from me.

I’m a destroyed and demolished mess, panting hard. I collapse on top of her and feel our hearts beating in unison. A fast, throbbing rhythm.

I growl in her ear, “Please tell me you came.”

Her breathless laughter vibrates against my chest. “Yes.”

“Thank God.” I roll us over and pull her warm, pliant body on top of me. “That was the best fake sex I’ve ever had,” I tell her, and she laughs even harder.