21
After they left the restaurant all Mary could think about was being with Alex again. After she’d bared every dark and embarrassing part of her soul to him, confided in him and told him her most shameful experience, all she wanted to do was feel him hold her… touch her.
And all she could keep thinking about was what he’d told her, how sincere and genuine his words had been. To hear him tell her there was no other for him but her had everything else fading away. He made her heart pound like a drum in her chest, and had a sense of euphoria washing through her all at the same time.
Before they made it to his car he had his hand wrapped around her waist, spun her around, and pressed her to the passenger side of the car. He had his big, hard body pressed to hers, and instantly she softened, a soft moan leaving her because he felt so good. She was wet, her nipples hard, her thighs tightening in anticipation of being wrapped around Alex’s waist like before.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled. “You smell so good, Mary.” He ran his tongue up the length of her throat and hummed in pleasure. “Taste so fucking good.” And then he was kissing her, taking possession of her and dragging his tongue along hers, plunging it between her lips as if he were fucking her.
“I want you,” he groaned against her lips, and her answer was to drag her tongue along his bottom lip before giving it a little nip. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” He ground his cock against her belly, the length big and thick, and reminding her how much he’d stretched her back in the locker room.
“Let’s go someplace private,” she murmured, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“My roommates are gone, probably crashing at whatever party they are at right now.” He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth at the same time he rolled his hips back and forth against her.
“Take me there.” Mary didn’t care how desperate she sounded. And despite telling him what she wanted, they continued to kiss for long, drugging moments. Finally, he was rational enough to pull away, because truthfully she probably wouldn’t have been able to. She loved kissing him too much.
The next twenty minutes passed in a blur with them getting into the car and driving to his place. They were silent, the sexual tension moving between them so strongly that she felt it coat her skin. Beads of perspiration started to dot the valley between her breasts and the length of her spine, and her pussy was so wet she knew her jeans would be wet, her panties already soaked.
He pulled the car to a stop in his driveway, cut the engine, and for a few moments they just sat there, the sound of their identical breathing filling the interior.
“I’m trying to play it cool here,” he finally said, his voice so deep and gruff. So sexy.
She looked over at him, her heart racing, her body so heightened the slightest breeze had her nearly moaning. He looked at her then, and the hooded expression he wore had her sucking in a breath.
“But I want you too fucking badly.” He leaned in an inch so their mouths were only speared by a hairsbreadth. “I could come just looking at you, just by the sweet scent that lingers on you.” He groaned and slanted his mouth across hers before she could respond.
He stroked his tongue along the seam of her mouth, and she opened immediately, allowing him inside. She wanted him everywhere, on her skin, in her lungs, deep inside her body. He broke the kiss far too soon and rested his head against hers, both of them breathing harshly.
“Take me inside,” she whispered, needing to be with him, to have Alex over her… inside her. He groaned and kissed her again then moved his mouth down her neck to lick at her pulse that beat frantically right below her ear. “I want you so much.” She didn’t care how needy she sounded.
She’d already sent Darcy a text saying she wouldn’t be home tonight, and all she’d gotten back was a thumbs up and a winking emoji.
“Say that again,” he murmured the words against the side of her throat before moving his mouth up and pressing it lightly to her lips. “Say it again, baby.” He slid a hand along her arm and over her chest to curl one of his big hands around her breast. She moaned and closed her eyes. Even that small touch felt incredible.
“Alex,” she breathed his name out because right now it was the only thing she could manage. He did wicked things to her nipple with his forefinger and thumb, pulling and tweaking, tugging and smoothing the pad along the stiff peak.