“When I’m ready,” I said, rising to my knees. “Lay down.” I pushed at his chest, and he crawled to where I’d been and lay back, looking up at me with hungry eyes as he stroked.
I slapped his hand away, earning a chuckle, and then I took him into my hands. As I leaned forward, my long, straight hair fell around me, spilling across his hips. His hand pulled it back and gathered it behind my head as I licked his tip and then swirled my tongue around his bell.
He sucked a deep breath through his teeth, and his hips inched forward to urge me. I locked my lips around him and then lowered myself as close to his base as I could get. He was much more than a mouthful for me, and I was finding it hard to take the whole of him without gagging. His hand held my hair as pulled me forward, and his cock hit the back of my throat, closing off my air. I pulled off quickly and gasped and flattened my palm around his sac, cupping the weight of them and kneading them with my fingertips.
“Fuck, it’s so good, Lexa.” Hearing him say my name made me proud, and I wanted to do better for him. I took a few deep breaths and then relaxed my throat, taking him much deeper. I bobbed my head a few times before I tight-lipped my way off, milking another tiny pearl of his pleasure. It hit my tongue with the taste of salt, and then I pulled away, not wanting things to end before I got him inside me.
The need there had me soaked. His fingers slid into my pussy, and then he spread the nectar on his cock.
I made quick work of sheathing him. He took my arm and pulled me down beside him where he kissed me and cupped my breast to play with my nipple. His thumb caressed it softly as he rose to his knees, positioning himself at my entrance. He nudged it slowly, and I winced as he pushed deeper, spreading me to my limits.
Then he pumped inside of me slow for a moment, and I moaned beneath him, grinding myself against him. He lifted me up and lay back so that I straddled his lap. He held me close and then gripped my hips while I rode him steady until my release burst forth in delicious waves of ecstasy which milked his cock until his own release followed. His cock twitched deep inside of me as he pulsed in my depths, and then he let out a deep breath and wiped his brow.
“Fucking amazing.” His lips found mine, and he rolled me off to settle beside him, taking my hand, where he planted a soft kiss.
A playful giggle sounded from my lips. “Yes, it was.”
He stroked my hand softly. “I have a confession, Lexa. I haven’t been completely honest with you, but I want to be.”
Guilt wrapped around me like a wet blanket. I hadn’t been honest with him either, and though I wanted to be too, I couldn’t. I braced myself for his next words. Was it something terrible?
“I didn’t make the enchiladas. My maid, Mattie, she did.” I met his eyes, and he seemed so sincere that I didn’t quite know what to say. “I’m sorry I wasn’t honest, I know it’s stupid, but you were so impressed and-”
“No need to explain; it’s fine, really.”
He smiled and kissed me again. The guilt burned greater than my desire had until I thought it would consume me and burn me away to nothing.
I hung around as long as I could without being rude, but then I gathered my clothes, got dressed, and bailed. I’d given in to desire, but I couldn’t let that happen again. This whole thing with him had been crazy, and I knew in my heart it had to end.
Chapter Eleven
Aiden
I stepped out of the shower, threw on a towel, and hurried for my phone, hoping it was Lexa. I didn’t want to m
iss her if she called, and my throbbing erection could use a little more help than I was giving it under the showerhead. I had been thinking about her all morning, and I hadn’t heard from her since Saturday. She’d seemed a little strange when she left, and I hoped I hadn’t ruined things with my little white lie.
The phone showed me the call was from Layne, and wouldn’t you know; it killed my hard on. “What?” I put the phone on speaker and placed it on my bed as I dried off.
“I need you to get here as soon as possible, Aiden. It’s not good news.” He sounded desperate and out of breath.
“Tell me now.”
“No, get your ass down here. I’m not having this conversation over the phone. It’s about the Pattersons’ suit.” Layne had always had a flair for the dramatic, but something about his tone, the way he sounded like he could puke at any moment, worried me.
“I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone and got myself dressed in the first thing I found, which was a pair of loose jeans and a plain white tee. I grabbed a pair of socks and shoes and headed out to my truck.
I didn’t want to deal with this shit, but this family seemed hell bent on taking my fortune. And if I planned to fuck off the rest of my life, this could greatly affect that.
I thought of Lexa’s question and curiosity about what I did for a living. I hated the answer I’d given her and wished I could say I was doing something worthwhile. Maybe my days of fucking off were behind me. She could surely encourage it again with her tight body sliding on my cock. She’d been amazing, and I couldn’t wait to hear from her again.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the office parking garage. Since I wasn’t on my bike, I decided to take my father’s reserved space, where no one ever parked out of respect…until today, apparently. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Layne’s Corvette, which barely won him points. Instead, it was someone’s SUV. I decided to block them in and hurried up to Layne’s office.
“This had better be important.” I plopped down in one of his matching leather chairs in front of his desk.
“It’s not good news. I got the official filings on your estate, and I’m afraid they devastating.”
“How devastating? And, don’t start talking dollar amounts; tell me how it’s going to hurt.” Dollar amounts could change as deals are made, but not by much. I needed to know if was expected to sell a car or a kidney.