Better With You (Better Love 2)

That was sexy. I have no idea what he said—could have been “fancy a pb&j?” for all I care—but that was hot. Hello, French dirty talk. I’m a little stunned, head foggy with lust and need, so I say the first thing that comes to my mind.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”

His lips twitch, and I can tell he’s trying to hold back a laugh. There’s a sexy growl from his throat that makes me tighten my thighs.

“Oui,” he says, his eyes dancing. Damn this man.

Alex grabs my waist, pulls me back to him, and attacks my lips with another desperate kiss. I pull back slightly with a smile, toying with him, and dip my tongue in and out of his mouth, caressing his tongue and then making him chase me. I reach my hand into the back of his joggers, gripping his tight ass and squeezing hard. He bites my lip, groans into my mouth, and moves his hands to the button on my jeans.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be thinking about it for weeks,” he whispers as he drags my zipper down.

“Prove it,” I taunt, and he tugs my jeans over my ass and down my thighs.

Then we’re being halted by his phone alarm. It’s one of the loud, foghorn-type ones, and I wince at how annoying the sound is.

“Cupcakes,” he grunts against my lips. He rips himself away from me and walks backward toward the door. “Don’t move. Not a single inch. I’ll be right back.” Then he darts into the hallway, and I hear the loud thumps of him running down the stairs.

Because he told me not to move, I stand up and take my jeans off. Then my socks. Because who the hell has sex with socks on? Not me. I drop them where my shirt has already been discarded by the bed.

Should I take off the bralette?I hear clanking in the kitchen and quicken my movements. Yes, I should.

I’m dropping the bralette on top of my pile of clothes when he comes rushing back into the room, and he skids to a halt. His gaze eats up my bare skin, turning my nipples to stiff peaks and setting me ablaze.

“I told you not to move,” he growls.

I shrug. “Oops.”

I put my hand on my hip and pop it out, power-pose, and wait as he looks me over. I’m almost completely naked, wearing just a pair of plain red cotton underwear, but I could be sporting the latest Savage X Fenti line with how slack his jaw goes, how scorching hot his eyes flare. When I feel his eyes settle on the tattoo on my chest, I speak up.

“I’m at a disadvantage here, Butch.”

He raises his eyes to mine with a smirk. “Yeah?”

I nod. “Level the playing field.” I gesture to his lower half. “Pants.”

Alex complies without question, keeping his eyes on me as he lets his joggers fall to his feet and kicks them to the side of the room. Then he takes off his socks, thank god. When he stands back up to his full height, I lose my cocky smirk and literally gawk. His black boxer briefs are tight, really tight, and his hard dick is displayed perfectly down his muscular left thigh. I can actually see the ridge of his head outlined through the fabric.

“Holy dick print,” I whisper, and his low chuckle vibrates through the room. He reaches down and grips his giant erection with his giant hand. I groan at the sight, and he squeezes and gives it a tug. I slip my thumbs into the band of my panties so I can slide them off, but he stops me.

“No.” His voice is low and commanding, no room for argument, and he stalks toward me. “I’m doing that.”

I gasp when he curls his hands over my ribcage, just under my arms, and brushes his thumb over my tattoo, then lower, over both of my nipples, and then the underside of my breasts, then lower still, tracking over my belly button to my hips.

When he drops to his knees in front of me, I almost come.

“You’re all mine now,” he says, deep and dark with promise, and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I plunge my fingers into his hair. God, it really is just as soft as I thought. And thick. I tug at a fistful, and he bites my nipple, making me cry out. His eyes meet mine, dark, dark brown with dilated pupils, and he grins at me.

This fucker grins at me, mouth full of my fucking tit, and drags my panties down to my ankles. I step out of them, then he lifts me up, puts me on the edge of the bed and spreads my legs so I’m totally exposed.

I lean back on my elbows and watch him, his wide shoulders settled between my parted thighs. It’s so sexy; I can’t even handle it. I’m tingling everywhere, ready and wanting. His eyes set me on fire, first on my pussy, and then up to my face.

“You’re soaked,” Alex says with a devilish smirk, and I roll my eyes.

“No shit, Sherlock. What are you going to do about it?”

“I’ve got big, big plans.” He raises one eyebrow, smirk still on his face, and glides his thumb through my folds and over my clit.

“Yes,” I gasp, and drop my head back. He rubs my clit in little circles with his thumb, and I’m just about to spur him on when he replaces his thumb with his mouth. “Oh, fuck yes.”

I rise back up on my elbows and watch as he closes his entire mouth over me and licks with the flat of his tongue, never taking his eyes off me. When he sucks on my clit, I moan and raise my hips, wanting more. Needing more. He chuckles against me, and goosebumps erupt over my entire body. When I feel one of his thick fingers circling my opening, I drop back down on the bed and fist his hair in my hands.

Slowly, so slowly, he presses into me, first one finger, then a second, and with his tongue and lips attending to my clit, I can’t separate the sensations. All I can do is rock against his mouth and pull on his hair, and soon, I’m riding his face as he fucks me with his fingers. The scruff on his jaw scrapes against my inner thighs, and when he flicks his tongue quickly on my clit, I feel him start to add a third finger. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a third finger before, and I want it. I want his.

“Oh my god, Alex.” I press against him as he slides in, and after only a few pumps from his fingers, a few more licks and sucks, I can feel myself start to tighten and my hips start to quake. “Alex, I’m gonna come. Keep doing it just like that,” I cry out, and he continues to flick and suck my clit as his fingers curl inside me, stroking my inner walls.

When I come, my orgasm blasts through me, bunching up all my muscles and making me quiver in a way I’ve never felt before. I clamp my thighs closed, but Alex uses his arms to press them back open, tonguing my clit until I start to jerk and shake, pulling harder on his hair.

“Oh my god,” I say, “no more, no more.”

He brings his mouth to my hip bone and bites, then sucks, and I know I’m going to have a mark tomorrow. When he stands, I sit up and immediately go for his boxer briefs.

“Off,” I demand as I grip the band and tug down. From our position, the movement is awkward, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. I just need him inside me. I need to feel whatever it was I just felt again.

He takes a step back and replaces my hands with his, pulling his underwear down and allowing his erection to spring free.

And Ho. Ly. Shit.