Rezso’s POV
I glared up at Dixon, but his smirk never faltered. He had me pinned to the bed, his hands holding mine in place. He didn’t seem the least bit annoyed, in fact, he looked rather pleased. I cursed myself for choosing such a foolish plan, wondering why I didn’t think of a better plan.
“Say it again,” he ordered, his grin widening like a Cheshire cat’s. His eyes bore into mine, challenging me to repeat my words. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.
“What I said was that you smell like a sweaty gym sock and I might die from asphyxiation from your odor,” I repeated what I said, feigning a smile. Crossing my legs underneath him, but my heart was still racing. I wasn’t sure if what I said would stop him from drilling my hole for the second time in less than ten hours.
Dixon might have sensed what I did, he pushed his knee to my thighs, forcing my legs open. Spreading them a little wider than before, my cock brushed roughly against his knee and I let out a muffled groan.
“I bet you’re doing this to stop me but guess what? I would just go in there,” he let go of one of my hands, pointing out to a closed door that I assumed to be the bathroom. “I will have a quick wash and come back to you,” he added, gripping my cock and giving it a rough stroke.
“Mmph! Ahh!” I cried out before shoving him off me. He stumbled backwards, landing on the floor with a thud. I raised my head to stare at him, his face flushed with embarrassment.
I opened my mouth to tell him ‘sorry’, but Dixon was already up to his feet, laughing hard like a freak, the sound ringing in my ears like a melodious song.
What the hell was he laughing for? I glared hard at him.
Dixon’s gaze met mine, taken in the hard glare I was throwing his way, he paused, a confused look on his face.
Dixon’s laughter died down as he stared at me, his face now wearing a look of confusion and disbelief. “You’re telling me you’re not interested in me?” he asked, his tone almost pleading. “You’re not joking, are you?”
What? Why would he think it that way? I had given my heart to him, so how could I not want him? I had accepted all of him, even the parts he thought were unlovable. I knew the risks when I decided to love him, but I never imagined he would feel the same way. My heart ached at the thought of him thinking I didn’t want him anymore.
“Fuck it! I am still a little bit soar from what you did last night, how can you still think of sex this early in the morning?” I cried out, my hand slid down to my ass, I raised my legs and moved my ass cheek with my hand for him to see what he did to me the previous night. To show him the reason why I didn’t want him to go inside of me.
“Can you see what you did?” I growled at him.
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. “Trying to show off your gorgeous ass-hole, hmm?” His eyes were fixed on me, and I could feel his gaze burning into me. I turned to look at him, and he licked his lips, a playful grin spreading across his face.
“Silly! I mean to tell you that I’m still feeling a little funny down here,” I groaned, shoving my thumb into my ass-hole and that earned me a gasp from Dixon.
“Are you trying to save me the stress of losing you up?” he asked, the expression on his face showed he was serious with what he was saying, “Don’t! Don’t touch yourself, I will do it.”
“You might be a great warrior that I adore, but right now, you’re just one sex-maniac idiot that I want to smack!” I scoffed, extracting my thumb from my ass-hole.
He did tear my ass-hole, yet he thought I was preparing my hole for another drill, how silly can he be?
Dixon’s face was a picture of befuddlement as he stared at me, his arms hanging limply by his sides. “What?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“What is what?” I glared at him, my arms crossed over my chest, letting my legs down. “I’m telling you that I can literally still feel you shoving that beast of a dick inside of me, it hurt down there.” I mentally yelled at him.
“Oh,” his face flushed, I guessed he was feeling proud of what he did. “Even though it’s been hours since we did it, I’m glad you can still feel it.” he beamed, his eyes trailing on my stomach, down to my hard-on.
I let out a heavy sigh. Arguing with him was pointless, and I was starting to get frustrated. “Just go take a shower. You smell like you just ran a marathon.” I made a face of mock disgust, wrinkling my nose and holding the sheet up to my face as if it would block the smell.
“Oh, please. Shut up already,” he groaned, rolling his eyes at me. With a mischievous grin, he lifted the hem of his shirt to his nose and sniffed it dramatically.
I laid back on his plush pillow-top bed, and a knowing smirk lingered on my lips as I watched him make a disgusting face while sniffing his shirt.
“Got that?” I carefully raised my brows, trying as much as possible to drive him to the bathroom. Perhaps he would have a change of mind and realize what he needed at that moment wasn’t sex, but a good wash and nice rest.
“Damn it!” he grumbled, and I could hear the frustration in his voice. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, revealing his toned abs and well-defined chest.
I gulped hard like never before. I watched him ripped off his pants, standing naked in front of me with his long-curved cock, glaring at me. I licked my lips, and my cock throbbed while watching his cock jiggling as he went to grab a towel.
He turned around, his butt was staring at me, I panted heavily, and couldn’t control my hunger for his body as I roamed my eyes on his nakedness. My hand went to my cock, I wrapped my fingers around my erect and started moving my hand up and down, pleasuring myself as I stared at his hot-sexy body.
“I can feel that! Stop it if you don’t want me to perish the thought of going to the bathroom,” Dixon groaned as he shuffled through his closet, searching for towels.
I didn’t say anything, I was too engrossed in his body that I didn’t acknowledge what he was saying.
My eyes were drawn to the intricate tattoo of a blue wolf on his upper back, the ink bold and striking against his skin. “Wow,” I moaned out, unable to hide my admiration for his tattoo. Never knew he had one.
“That’s a gorgeous tattoo, blue is definitely my colour…”
At my mention of his tattoo, Dixon’s head snapped in my direction, and I could see the colour drain from his face. He bounded towards the bed and leapt onto it, landing beside me with a thud. He grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the mattress, his eyes wide with alarm.
His hot breath fanned across my face, his eyes boring into mine as he spoke in a low growl. “Don’t even,” he growled, his voice stern and threatening. “Do you know what that tattoo means?” he demanded, his voice raised in rage. I could feel his heart racing, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Huh? Why would he ask me that? Wasn’t that my first time seeing his tattoo?
“No,” I gasped, “I don’t know.” I shook my head, and Dixon heaved a sigh of relief. His shoulders jerked as he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my neck.
“I’m sorry,” Dixon gulped, falling on top of me, his body weighing heavily on me. “Please don’t mention it to anyone in this Villa.” he pleaded, I nodded my head, wrapping my arms around his bare body.
Even though I didn’t know what that was, whatever his reason was, it must be a sad experience that he didn’t want anyone to know about.
Without thinking, the words tumbled from my lips. “I love you,” I mumbled, my heart pounding in my chest. His body tensed in my embrace, and he stopped breathing for a moment as if the words had knocked the air from his lungs.