Hooking Up (Shacking Up 2)

“That all sounds nice, but maybe it would be better if we ordered room service, that way we have more play time.”

“If that’s what you want, I can certainly have dinner brought to us.” Lex skims the hem of my dress and his fingertips dip under. He doesn’t push much material out of the way to confirm what I’m sure he already knows.

“No panties either. I was going to steal them and make them my new pocket square.”

I slap his thigh over the reference to the Halloween soirée several months ago. Armstrong had to cancel at the last minute, which turned out to be a blessing, since my crazy ex with a panty-stealing fetish showed up.

The lightness is replaced with that electric energy that always seems to arc between us as soon as we’re touching. “No matter. I prefer you bare anyway.” Lex brushes over my clit and I exhale a shaky breath.

I will sensation to overpower emotion. I don’t know if it can, though. Everything seems to be blending together. I push down the fear, bottling it up, because I don’t want tonight tainted with the overwhelming sadness I know is coming for me.

“Such a naughty, girl, aren’t you?” His fingers stroke feather light along my slit, barely grazing my clit with each slow pass.

I nod fervently, pressing against his erection, parting my legs to give him better access. I want him to erase everything that came before him. I want this night to last forever. I moan when he continues with the gentle passes, a touch that can’t come close to sating me.

“What am I going to do with you tonight?” He nibbles on my neck.

I turn toward his lips, until they meet my cheek. “You’re going to fuck me, hard and repeatedly.”

“You’re sure about that?” He’s teasing, fingertips sweeping back and forth along the crest of my pelvis.

“Positive.” I hike my dress over my hips so my bare ass is rubbing on his fly. The cool steel of his belt buckle makes my clit throb. Then I reach up to grab the back of his neck so I can gain access to his mouth. “And you’re gonna like it, too.”

He chuckles against my lips, his smile dropping when he cups me with his palm, then pushes two fingers inside. I cry out at the welcome invasion.

“I’m one hundred percent sure I’m going to love every second.” He slips his tongue between my lips, fucking my mouth to the same rhythm as his fingers inside me.

I’m needy, desperate for him. I cover his hand with mine, pushing his fingers deeper, grinding my ass on his cock. I want him naked and inside me. I want this feeling to never end. He keeps pumping his fingers, curling them faster and harder until I’m moaning and shaking, no longer able to kiss him because I’m coming too hard.

With his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me upright, Lex leans over and swipes his free arm across the mattress, moving sex toys aside, turns me around, and sets me on the edge. I’m still trembling, still pulsing even though his fingers aren’t inside me anymore. I yank the dress over my head and then reach for his belt, fumbling hopelessly as I try to unclasp it. I growl in frustration when I can’t get it right away.

“Hey.” Lex’s hand covers mine.

My eyes flip up to his. “I want this off,” I snap.

His gaze searches mine and then his free hand moves up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking along my jaw. “We have all night, Amie.”

“We only have tonight left.” I want to take the words back as soon as they’re out.

His lips touch mine. “And there are lots of hours in it, so we can take our time enjoying it, can’t we?”

“I don’t want to sleep.”

“Me either.”

“Good.” My relief is already steeped in anguish.

Sixteen: Claim

Lexington

I keep my eyes on Amie as I lean in to kiss her, trying to slow this down. But I feel and understand her panic, even though mine is different than hers. She has to go home to real life and the mess she left behind while I continue to avoid the drama.

Amie slips off the edge of the bed so she’s on her knees in front of me. “I’ll get your pants, you get your shirt.”

“Bossy and impatient, aren’t you?”

“I prefer efficient and excited.”

I caress her cheek, wanting her to know that I’m playing with her, that her impatience is echoed in me. That I want her with the same kind of ravenous hunger she seems to have for me, that the end of our time together is not something I want either.

“Help me get you naked,” she says softly, unfastening the clasp on my belt with shaking fingers.

While I manage my shirt, she unzips my pants and pushes them down my thighs. She laughs in a burst at the boxers covered in lip prints before they’re on the floor, too. She braces one palm on my abs and grips my erection with the other, giving it a slow stroke.

Leaning in, she looks up at me and brushes her lips over the tip, all soft and sweet, those lashes fluttering, those stunning blue eyes locked on mine. They drift closed for a few seconds, and her lips trail back and forth before she turns her head and nuzzles my cock. Fucking nuzzles it. And I know in this moment that I will probably never get over this woman. That these two weeks with her have been simultaneously the best and worst of my life because there will never be another Amie.

There’s no vengeance in this. This isn’t a game for me and it never has been.

I just wanted her. I want her. She’s going to take a huge piece of me with her, a part that isn’t just fueled by lust and desire, but something bigger. A connection I’m not sure exists more than once in a lifetime. And isn’t that just fucked up? She still belongs to someone else on a technicality and there’s no goddamn way she’s ready for what I want from her. Which is everything. All of her. The parts that I can’t have. The heart that’s still broken.

I stroke her cheek, the one my cock isn’t pressed up against, and her eyes open and lift.

Her tongue peeks to touch the slit, purposefully light. “Can you hold my hair for me?” The question is soft, deceptively innocent.

“Amie.” I won’t last two minutes if she does this.

“Please.” She holds up her makeshift ponytail.

I have to close my eyes against the sight of her for a second. In that moment of darkness she gives the tip a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

It’s pointless to fight her, so I push my fingers under hers and wrap her hair around my fist. She’s wild between the sheets, as evidenced by the extensive collection of toys covering the comforter. I watch her face, lids lowered, lashes resting on her cheeks, and wait.

I’m not disappointed. Her eyes open and meet mine at the same time as her fingertips trail from the outside of my thighs to my knees. Then she strokes up her own thighs, reaching behind her to grip her ankles, giving me control.

I groan, because even though I know this is coming, it still gets me every single time. This woman, so ferocious in bed, puts me in charge of how she moves, how much she takes, how deep I go when I fuck her gorgeous mouth. As predicted I don’t have the longevity I’d like. Far too soon I’m chanting the word fuck as I come.

Lifting her up with one arm around her waist, I shove things out of the way as I lay her on the comforter and shoulder my way between her thighs, licking her until she comes again, giving me enough time to recuperate. Not that I need much, because my hard-on doesn’t ease up in the slightest.

I kiss a leisurely path up her body, pausing at her nipples before I finally return to her mouth. Something cold bumps against my forearm, dragging my attention away from her perfect face.