Dix (Elite 8 Studios Book 1) by Emmy Sanders

Author:Emmy Sanders [Sanders, Emmy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Niko

Something is going on with Dixon. He’s covering it well enough, but I can tell. Ever since that deep kiss, he’s been intense. He’s still playing the scene, but he’s a little more quiet, and he keeps staring at me like he’s doing quantum mathematics in his head.

When Jerome gives the cue to move on from our cutesy light-hanging stuff, Dixon descends without hesitation. I had just spritzed him with a holiday-scented air freshener when he swoops towards me, lifting me in his arms with ease as I squawk in surprise. He deposits me on the couch and tosses the air freshener aside.

“Joke’s on you because now you’re about to smell like a peppermint pattie, too,” he says, rubbing his face all over my neck.

I laugh, the sensation of his mouth, nose, and stubble tickling me. “Nooo,” I mumble halfheartedly. “The horror.”

Dixon grins against my skin, tugging my sweater lower to nip at my collarbone before he sucks a bruising kiss against the tender flesh of my neck. I gasp, not having expected that in the least, and Dixon raises his mouth, capturing my lips once more.

I wrap my arms and legs around his bigger body as he kisses me, pressing me into the couch cushions. He does smell like peppermint, but underneath it is still Dixon, manly with a subtle kick of his fresh soap that’s scented like clean laundry. He kisses me for what feels like an eternity, grinding against my erection, his heavy body comforting over top of mine as I run my hands over whatever skin I can find beneath his shirt.

Before long, we lose the clothes, taking turns tearing them off one another piece by piece. Dixon’s boxers have little reindeer on them, and I laugh loudly before flinging them away to land on the prickly branches of the Christmas tree next to us.

When Dixon sits back on the couch, I settle over him. The crew is still around us. One cameraman at the entrance to the room, capturing a wide angle. The other a foot behind me, likely zoomed in on my ass in Dixon’s lap. Marco is standing just off-screen, holding the large boom over us to catch each pant and moan and whispered word. And Jerome is nearby, monitoring it all.

They’re all here, but I only see Dixon.

He’s directly in front of me. Under me. Holding me in his arms as we writhe together on the couch. He’s the only one who deserves my focus.

Dixon takes us in his big hand, squeezing our dicks together as I buck against him. I could happily come just like this, but our scene calls for me riding him instead. Which, honestly, doesn’t sound like a hardship at all.

Dixon grabs the lube, snaking his hand around my body to prep me. I lift enough so that he has easy access, and the instant he touches my hole, I relax, knowing Dixon will take his time, making sure every step of the process feels euphoric. We talk as Dixon preps me because Jerome wanted more dialogue in this scene.

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