She smiled, trying to wiggle out of my hold.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I secured my hands, clasping them together. She wasn’t getting away.
“Well, I thought you were probably…” she didn’t finish her sentence. My mouth covered hers, sucking the air from her lungs. Kissing her until she felt how my body responded to her.
My cock was growing hard again. She drove me wild. Her body was better than my best brand of bourbon. She was ecstasy in my arms.
“Oh?” She looked surprised. “You keep proving me wrong.”
I rolled her on her back. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but tonight I’m going to fuck you like I want. Understand?”
She nodded emphatically. I reached into the drawer for a second condom.
“What time did you tell the driver to come back?” she asked.
I pulled one of her nipples between me lips, flicking my tongue back and forth. I looked at her. “Six.”
I sat forward to roll the condom on. I was already hard and we both knew our night was ticking away. In two hours the car would be in the driveway.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me toward her like a vise grip.
I sank into her, bowing her off the bed. I pinned her wrists over her head and pumped in and out of her. The sweat pooled between us, our bodies slick with sex and heat. This time I didn’t let up until she screamed my name.
I growled, biting at her. “Say it,” I commanded. “What do you want from me, Alexa?”
Her head rolled back. “Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
The words triggered something primal in me. I thrust deep inside her as I felt my release rise to the surface. It catapulted through me with wicked force, ripping through my legs. Tearing through my body until I was so deep in her, I owned her. She was mine. Every inch of her beautiful skin. Her gorgeous breasts. The heat between her legs. It was all mine.
“Oh, God, Luke. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promised, pushing her knees wide so I could hit against her inner walls.
She screamed out, as her orgasm wracked her body with shakes and vibrations so intense I felt it wrap around my cock.
“Fuck,” I roared, slamming into her as my release coiled from my spine and fired through my body. She pulled me under, spiraling us into an orbit of pure sin I’d never felt so fucking intensely before.
I kissed between her breasts and then collapsed on top of her in a heap of useless muscle.
I felt her fingers trace the lines on my back. But soon I was asleep, never having felt so fucking satisfied in all my life.
***
I rolled over. The covers were flat. “Alexa?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was still early. There was barely any sunlight outside.
I checked the bathroom. Her piles of clothes were gone. The boots were missing.
“Alexa?” I walked down
the hall, then looked up at the clock in the kitchen. “Fuck.”
It was six-thirty. She had left half an hour ago and I had slept through it.
I walked back to my room and fell onto the bed. The pillow smelled like her. The sheet, the comforter. My whole damn room smelled like Alexa Wilde had been here.
I rolled on my back, trying to make myself go back to sleep, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Last night was imprinted on my bed. It was in my pores.
My phone was on the nightstand. I picked it up to send her a text.