3. Lex
LEX
T here was nothing in the world like waking up with Summer’s warm, supple body draped over mine.
I smiled to myself as the world returned to focus.
Slowly, I came back to life, and once the brief moment of confusion passed—waking up in a strange place, remembering where I was and why—I slowly stroked Summer’s back and smiled again.
We both needed this chance to reset after having recently wrapped up a film she’d helmed.
The success of our first film together led to even greater success.
Doors opened, calls were suddenly taken by executives who were otherwise too busy.
She was still in demand more than two years later.
Which meant we were both wiped out by the time dinner ended last night and returned to our suite. A quick shower was the most we could manage before collapsing into bed.
Now, soaking in the softness of her skin and the tantalizing scent of her coconut shampoo, I began to stir below the waist. By the time she roused, lifting her head from my chest, there was a tent under the sheet covering my lower half.
“Good morning.” She blinked sleepily at me, offering a drowsy smile and brushing long, auburn locks away from her face. “Sorry. Did I drool all over you last night?”
“I’m not afraid of a little drool.” I didn’t think she had, anyway. “Don’t you know there’s nothing I like better than feeling you asleep on me?”
She slid her leg over mine, awakening the rest of me an inch at a time, warming my body, sparking desire.
I’d always wondered how people managed to stay interested in each other for the long haul.
Before Summer, the most I could ever muster was brief interest, some lingering lust which inevitably cooled.
With Summer, there was no getting enough.
She fascinated me, challenged me, and aroused me with the briefest look.
It was the sort of look she wore now, kissing the tip of my nose, then slowly, playfully working her way down my body. “Did you get lots of rest last night?” she asked, and there was no missing the laughter in her voice. We both knew what she was getting at.
At first, I was too interested in the touch of her lips to my chest to consider the question. “Sure, I slept like a rock. You?”
“Like the dead,” she confirmed. After a pointed glance at the twitching tent under the sheet, her eyes met mine. “It looks like somebody’s up.”
Folding an arm under my head, I lifted the other shoulder and smirked. “Maybe you should say good morning.”
She lifted the sheet and peered underneath. “Good morning.”
“Funny.” I had to laugh, and so did she. Somehow, I fell more deeply in love with her. It was inexplicable the way that always happened. It didn’t seem possible. There had to be a limit, right? I hadn’t found it yet. I hoped I never would.
“Right. I should really pay my respects.” She was grinning as she pulled the sheet away from my body, taking a slow tour of what she uncovered. Her fingers danced over my abs, tracing the V-shaped ridge leading to my cock. My muscles twitched, and I groaned in approval.
“Do you wanna know a secret?” Her eyes flashed with a light that made my breath catch. “I love having you like this. Mr. Big Shot, Mr. Studio Mogul. Practically helpless.”
“You know I’m always helpless when it comes to you.” There were few things in life I was weak for, and she was one of them. Right now, I would’ve admitted to anything so long as it meant being inside her mouth.
She made a long process of settling between my legs, and I held my breath, watching her every move.
She was right. She had me in the palm of her hand without ever touching my aching cock.
When I thought back to where we’d started, wondering if I’d manage not to kill her before I fucked her, I could hardly believe this was the same woman.
I could hardly believe I was the same man.
In many ways, I wasn’t. She had opened me up to creativity, being brave enough to pursue what mattered, and staying true to my vision, balancing the bottom line with a higher purpose.
Still, there were some things that would never change, and my aching dick was one of them.
There was only one thing I wanted more than anything else.
Something which she delivered with the first touch of her tongue to my sensitive head.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned out, my head falling back against the pillow, my eyes closing. “Just like that.”
“For what it’s worth, I like saying good morning too.” She giggled, then parted her full lips to allow me inside.
I could’ve sworn the entire world exploded in light, sensation rolling through me in waves.
“So good,” I whispered, my hands in her hair, my body craving her every touch, the pleasure of indulging in her this way, knowing I was the only one who could, just as there wasn’t another woman on earth who could light me up the way she did.
Slowly, her head bobbed, her tongue doing unspeakable things as I gripped her head tighter.
It was better to let her do her thing, but there were times when instinct demanded more.
“Nice and slow,” I whispered, watching her.
There was something unspeakably erotic about it, not only watching but feeling the result.
Her soft, throaty groans were just as effective as her hot, wet mouth, the pressure from her tongue against my underside.
I was drowning in sensation, and I had no desire to be saved.
As hard as I was, I might have killed anybody who interrupted.
Still, there could be too much of a good thing. “Careful,” I warned when the pressure increased, and her cheeks went hollow. “Not until you bring that pussy up here so I can return the favor.”
A deep, knowing laugh stirred in her throat and left me clenching my fists, balling the sheets up in them. She was too good at driving me wild. She took pleasure in it.
That was why I gently pulled her head away from my cock. “Sit on my face,” I ordered, letting the humor drop from my voice. I was determined now, craving the intoxicating aroma of her hot, wet pussy. It was everything, having her hover over me, filling my senses as I feasted.
Yet when she tried to turn around so we could sixty-nine, I stopped her, my hands on her hips to hold her in place. “No. Let me focus on you,” I murmured, positioning her over me. I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world, gazing up at a goddess whose body trembled in anticipation.
My goddess.
With her bald, glistening lips only inches from my face, I inhaled deeply, soaking in her sweet scent. “There’s that pretty pussy,” I whispered, extending my tongue and taking a long, slow lap against her slit.
Instantly, she grabbed the headboard with both hands, shaking.
“Oh, yes, that’s it,” she moaned out, settling more of her weight over me, making it easier for my tongue to delve into her folds and lap up her juices.
I worked her with my tongue and hands, playing with her ass, squeezing and molding her firm cheeks, spreading them so my thumb could tease her hole.
“Oh my God, you’re so dirty,” she whispered.
She didn’t seem to mind as her hips began to move, grinding her pussy against my face.
“More baby,” she begged, making precum dribble from my tip while I toyed with her.
My deep, desperate growls made her move faster, gasping, almost rubbing her clit against my nose as I flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
She cried out, moving faster, almost riding me. There was nothing in the world but her scent, taste, and the sound of her desperate cries until she shuddered one last time, drenching me in a wave of warmth that coated my chin and my tongue.
Opening my eyes, I gazed up at her heaving tits, swaying slightly with every ragged breath she took. “Oh my God…” She weakly moaned as I cleaned up the mess I made, licking up every drop in my greedy fervor. Finally, she had to stop me, lifting herself away from my face and rolling away from me.
There was one problem, and it was throbbing like mad by the time I got up on my knees and rolled her onto her stomach.
She moaned softly, approving of the way I took hold of her hips and lifted them.
“Fuck, I love your ass,” I whispered, squeezing it with both hands before delivering a slap against it that made her jump and moan again.
I had taken it a few times, but at the moment, I wanted nothing more than her sweet pussy wrapped tight around me, quivering the way I knew it would be in the aftermath of her orgasm.
And it was. We both groaned in satisfaction when I eased myself inside, savoring every second, closing my eyes to absorb the feel of her. The way she gripped me, her clenching muscles drawing me deep, promising the world.
“So sweet…” I sighed, my fingers digging into her hips, pulling her close against me.
There was no going deep enough, no fucking her long enough.
I would never be satisfied. She was my addiction, and I had no intention of breaking myself of her.
Not when it was so much better to soak in the pleasure of her helpless sighs when I pulled back and drove myself deep. Hard.
“Lex,” she moaned out, moving with me, meeting my strokes. “Fuck me. God, fuck me…” She clawed at the sheets, already building up, getting a little tighter with every stroke. “I love it. I love the way you fill me up. I love the way you feel inside me.”
“Yes, baby,” I rasped, soaking in every word the way I drank in every inch of her tight sheath and what it did to my throbbing dick. “Your greedy pussy is going to milk me dry.”
“Yes! God, yes!” Grunting softly, she worked harder, meeting my strokes, losing her breath the way I lost mine. “Make me come for you. Make me come all over you.”
Dear God, what did I do to deserve this woman? All I knew for sure was I would never stop because I couldn’t live without this. I couldn’t live without her.
When she pushed up on her palms, I upped the ante, pulling her up by her shoulders until she was almost sitting in my lap with my dick still buried deep.
Now, she could move, and she did, riding me while I held her close, my hands running over her tits, grasping her throat, making her whine and beg.
My teeth grazed her earlobe, then I whispered, “Are you gonna come for me?” I asked, my hand around her throat, the other dipping low so I could cup her mound, rubbing it, teasing her clit.
“Oh God!” She almost screamed, going limp against me when another orgasm hit. It took all of my control to keep from flooding her with my cum, holding on with all my might until she relaxed.
And still, I moved, letting her helpless whimpers and spasming muscles undo me with every stroke. “So sweet,” I told her again, so close to the edge I could taste it.
“You feel… so… good…” She managed to gasp, falling forward again. Now, there was no hope. I had to come. My body demands too much to resist a minute longer.
This time, when I took her hips, I was merciless, rutting, my teeth gritted as sweat beaded at my temples. Giving over to the primal force, loving every second of it. “Here it comes…” I whispered, letting it overtake me, shouting my relief when the tension broke.
My ears were ringing by the time I finished and slid free of her with a soft grunt. “Holy fuck,” I whispered, my head spinning as I caught my breath.
Summer moaned happily, rolling on her back and wearing a satisfied smile. “Yes, I think that was a holy fuck,” she agreed. “I sort of wish we could just stay here and do that again all day.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I warned with a growl that made her giggle. I loved the sound as much as I loved the sound of her passionate cries.
“I thought you were looking forward to golfing with the guys.”
When I stretched out on my side, she curled up in my arms, releasing a deep breath as she relaxed into me. This might’ve been my favorite part. Holding her afterward, feeling the way her breathing slowed and her heartbeat calmed.
“Sure, but how long can a person golf for?” I mused. “I’ll have to hurry things along, keep it moving fast so I can get back to the things that are important.”
“We can do that anytime.” I loved the humor in her voice, the caring.
“I know. But I’ve always been a little greedy when it comes to my favorite things, and you happen to be one of them.”
“I’m flattered, Mr. Landry.” Her kiss was soft, sweet, and all too brief. “I’d better get in the shower. I have shopping and lunch to look forward to.”
It was my turn to gently chide her. “You were the one saying you looked forward to a little girl time after so much work lately. Just think, there won’t be any networking, nobody trying to slip you their headshot in case you’re looking to cast your new film.”
“Your lips to God’s ears,” she said with a sigh as she got up, stretching, then crossing the room. It didn’t seem possible, wanting her again so soon after I had her. The sight of her ass and the faint red mark left behind by my hand got my blood simmering all over again.
“Any extra room in that shower?” I called out, sitting up.
“Only if you promise to be good,” she warned, smirking over her shoulder before flipping on the bathroom light.
“Oh, baby…” I was already out of bed, following her. “If there’s one thing you can always count on, it’s how good I am.”