She took that as her cue and before I knew what was happening, she was loosening my pants. “Greedy little girl.” I hissed a breath through my teeth as she stroked me, her cool hands warming against my cock.
The blood was starting to build, but she was moving faster than I was. She had her mouth on me so fast she sucked me hard, and as I grew bigger in her throat, she slurped and gasped. She pulled away and giggled as I let out a long held breath. “You’re going to make me finish before we start.
“Fine, I’ll sit back and be a good girl.” She put my throbbing cock back in my pants, and the slow ache in my balls had me driving a little faster.
“I can’t believe I’m in love with a tease.” I threw her a look, and she feigned being offended before she laughed.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright and wild as her teeth gleamed in the freeway lights. “I just wanted you to know what you’re going to get when you get me home.”
“You’re going to get it, too.” But then something she said resonated with me. When you get me home. I loved the sound of that, as if my home was her own. It was something I’d entertained once before, and I wondered if she’d even go for it.
If seeing her apartment told me anything, it was that she was set in her ways. She had everything lined out in perfect order to fit her life, and if she lived with me, that level of discipline wouldn’t be possible. Would it even work out if we tried? Would she be willing? It wasn’t like she could live alone forever, especially since I had hoped that she’d be with me at least that long.
As she stroked my thigh, still teasing me, I knew I wanted that kind of playfulness to continue forever. I truly loved her, and nothing was ever going to change that. It’s why I’d reacted the way I had with what happened, why I’d felt like I’d died. With her gone, a part of me had, and I’d never be fully complete unless I knew for certain she’d never leave again. Thinking that could happen scared the shit out of me, and I knew I would never survive the loss.
I pulled into my drive, and before I stopped the car, she was back on my cock. She was definitely the one for me.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lexa
I had given him a bit of a tease on the way home from dinner, but I had been scared things would finish too soon if I wasn’t careful. Besides, I liked seeing him all worked up. His face had flushed, and there was a bead of sweat across his brow by the time we reached the house. I leaned closer and stroked his cock, which was still hard and throbbing when he shut off the car.
He turned and kissed me, my hand never stopping, and he slipped his down to my thigh and moved it higher up my skirt until his fingertips brushed against my mound. I moaned against his mouth, and he pulled away as if to give me payback as he got out of the car. He made sure his cock was hidden behind his pants as he came around and opened my door.
“Let’s get inside before we make the crickets blush.” He took my hand and led me to the door where I made another move, brushing my free hand against him. “You’re bad.” I took off like a shot as fast as my high heels could take me toward the stairs and he belted a laugh as he shut the door. I was halfway up the stairs when I stopped and looked down at him as he crossed the room to catch up, but before he got close, I took off into his room and climbed up in his bed.
He caught up with me before I could crawl under the covers and climbed on the bed and pulled me by my waist, my ass pressing against his thick erection. “No, no. You’re not getting away this time.” He took my petite wrists and held them behind me with one hand, and then he unzipped my dress, letting it fall open. I pulled my arms free to let it fall to my feet, but that left me in a sheer camisole and panties.
He left them in place and pressed his hard length in between the cheeks of my ass. “I’m never letting you go again.” His words were a growl in my ear, and it sent chills throughout my body until my skin prickled with goosebumps.
“I’m not going anywhere.” The words were a vow spoken with certainty, and he spun me around. For a moment, I thought he’d kiss me.
“Do you mean that?” He seemed to search my eyes, and my heart broke that he might still think I’d deceive him.
“I do, Aiden. I want us together always.” I averted my eyes for a moment, but then I met his again, determined to make him believe me.
His next words came as a shock. “Move in with me.” I stilled in his arms, and for a moment, not even my chest rose and fell as I forgot to breathe. He wanted me to move in and take that next step with him. Sure, it seemed a bit sudden, but I wanted it all with him.
“Yes, if you could stand me.” My mind raced about a thousand things. When would my lease be up, how would my commute change, but then his lips found mine and none of that mattered.
He pulled away as if that kiss had put my every concern into his head. “I’ll help you pack tomorrow and don’t worry about the lease; I’ll buy you out of it. I don’t want to wait. I love you.” He searched my eyes again, and I fell back against the bed pulling him down with me.
“Then make love to me.” I ground against him and found he was still hard for me. He kissed my mouth as he pushed up the camisole until I lifted my back so he could strip it free. Then he kissed his way down as my knees rubbed together at the way he straddled my legs. He pressed his hand flat against my tummy and rubbed my mound with the other, and then he tugged down my panties nice and slow, kissing down my legs until he reached my knees and pulled them free. He tossed them aside with my camisole, and I lay there before him naked and panting, anticipating his next move.
He stood at the foot of the bed and stripped off his pants, his shirt following soon after and then he held my knees and parted my legs. His gaze slid across my body as he nudged his way between my thighs, and then he cupped my breasts and pulled a taut nipple into his mouth. The heat built between my legs and I ground myself against him with a need so strong I was moaning as if to beg for it.
He sucked my rosy tip and then gave the other the attention it craved, too. My sex was tingling, a slow pulsing throb, as his hand trailed down my tummy and brushed against my mound. He slipped his finger between my folds, causing me to cry out when his strong fingers rubbed against my swollen bud.
I opened my eyes and found him focused on me, like a lion about to devour its prey, and then he dipped down, dragging his tongue across my clit with a gentle flick. He was going to make this slow and torturous – I could already tell by his reactions to my pleasure.
He closed his mouth around my bud and sucked, pulling it between his teeth where he nibbled ever so softly and flicked his tongue until a torturous pleasure broke through me, beckoning my first release.
My sex was slick with my pleasure, and he raked his fingers through to spread the nectar to my bud. He rubbed it nice and slow with just the right pressure as he tongued my slit and dipped his tongue into my channel.
Then, with my walls still quaking from my first orgasm, his hand parted my lips as he inserted at least two fingers. He fucked me with them nice and steady, spreading and stretching me as his thumb worked my clit.
And when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he continued proving me wrong. He kept up the torture until I was lying in a puddle, soaked from my release, and screaming for more.