Chapter 19 #2
I flick open his belt, shoving his pants and boxers to the floor as I kick my way out of the pile of my own clothes at my feet.
Our lips break free from one another just long enough for me to pull the undershirt over Alex’s head, and then they’re crashing back together.
We’re a tangle of mouths and limbs as we stumble across the apartment, bumping into walls and furniture in our pursuit of the bedroom.
Alex’s hands slide into my hair, tugging at the strands as he pulls me closer, like he wants to devour me whole.
And fuck, do I want to be devoured. I let him take over, submitting myself to him while he deepens the kiss and steals the breath from my lungs.
He pulls my hips flush against him, our hard cocks mashing against each other as we tumble onto the mattress.
With a bit of shuffling, I find myself on my back in the bed, arms above my head and Alex’s solid form settled into the cradle of my thighs.
He bites and nibbles his way down my chin, across my jaw and over the hollow of my throat, his fingertips tracing small circles on my hips.
When he presses his face into the pit of my arms, nosing the hair there and inhaling deeply, my hips surge underneath him, pushing up and seeking friction.
“You smell so good, El. So goddamn good, fucking everywhere,” Alex mutters as he breathes me in.
He does this every time he gets me naked, presses his face to my most intimate spots like he’s trying to drown himself in me.
I don’t know if he has a body hair kink, or maybe it’s some kind of scent thing, but either way, the sight of him burrowing into my skin like an animal sets me on edge in all the best ways.
“Touch me, baby. Please, I need you so bad.”
He tilts his head just enough that I can see the shy grin plastered on his gorgeous face.
“You’ll have to guide me, El. I’ve got the basics down, but I want to make sure I do this right.”
My brows furrow together, and then I realize what he’s trying to tell me.
“I don’t need much prep, sweetheart. I was feeling…hopeful after practice, and I wore a plug while I watched your game highlights.”
Alex groans, pressing his face back into my skin and nipping me with his teeth.
“Please tell me you took a picture. That sounds so fucking sexy, babe.”
“Next time,” I chuckle, loving the way he makes me laugh even when I feel like I might burst out of my skin for how horny I am.
I reach over the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube we haven’t bothered to put away and toss it on to the mattress.
“Just give me your fingers first, like you did last night when you were blowing me.”
He moans as he shimmies down my body, and I bend my knees and spread my legs further to make room for him.
Before I have a second to appreciate the look of Alex staring up at me from between my thighs while dribbling the lube on his fingers, he’s swallowing my cock down to the root while teasing my hole with his fingertips.
Since I prepped myself earlier, it doesn’t take much effort for him to slide two fingers inside me, the feeling of being stretched only making me crave his dick even more.
He swipes his fingers over my prostate, having found it while we were playing last night, and my hips buck upwards, the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat.
Alex swallows around me, and I have to grab two fistfuls of his thick, dark hair.
In only a few short days, he’s become an absolute master at getting me off with his mouth, and I’m already too close to the edge.
“Stop. Fuck! Stop baby, please.” I plead, pulling him off my dick. “Fucking hell, it’s like you want me coming in your mouth.”
“Don’t sound so surprised. You know exactly what you’ve been doing to me, feeding me your cock every night and turning me into your little cum slut,” he smirks, punctuating his point with another swipe over my prostate.
“Brat!” I hiss out through gritted teeth. “Get on your back. Now.”
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
“I want your cock inside me, but I’m the one who’s going to be doing the fucking. Now get on your back and watch me ride you, baby.”
I straddle his hips and find the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount into my palm before slicking up Alex’s cock. We had the whole sexual health chat earlier this week and decided that since we’re both clear and exclusive, we’re good to go without condoms.
Which is perfect for me, because if my time with Alex is as finite as it feels, I want to share every part of myself with him while he’s still mine.
When he’s good and slippery, I lift my hips. Positioning the head of his cock at my hole, I rock gently, teasing the both of us for long seconds.
“El, you’re evil. Please just put me insi-ohmygodholyfuckingshitballs.
” The string of profanities slips past Alex’s lips as I sink down on to him, taking his entire cock in one downward thrust. He digs his fingers into my thighs, his short nails leaving half-moon marks on my skin as his eyes roll back in his head.
I sigh out a long moan, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as I feel my body stretch to accommodate him.
I prepped myself well enough, but Alex is just thick and long enough to shock my system.
I stare down at him as I adjust, taking in his perfectly sculpted abs, the body glitter shimmering on his chest, the way his tongue is practically lolling out of his mouth as he laser focuses his gaze on the place where my ass meets his thighs.
“Alex, baby. You are so gorgeous.” I whisper as I begin rocking my hips, the burn of his cock inside me finally giving way to delicious, overwhelming pleasure.
“I…El, you feel…I can’t—” he pants as I move, finding a steady rhythm that has me lighting up from the inside out. I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest while I slide up and down his length, my cock rock hard, bouncing and leaking between us.
“Don’t say anything, sweetheart. Just lie there and enjoy. Let me do the work. Let me make you feel good. Anything you want. Anything you need. Let me fucking worship you, Alex.”
He continues to mutter quiet curses as I ride him in long, steady strokes that I know from experience will keep him on edge.
Despite my confident bravado, my entire body is quaking with need.
The need to make this amazing for him, the need to lose myself in the pleasure.
The need to beg him to keep me. But since I can’t do that, I try to convey my emotions through actions.
With a bit of repositioning, I pull Alex up so that I’m seated on his thighs with my knees on the bed and our chests are pressed together.
Like this, I can bounce on his dick while grinding mine against his stomach, all the while plundering his mouth with kisses and little words of encouragement.
“You fill me so good, Alex. You’re perfect for me. So fucking perfect.”
My vision blurs as I tiptoe the line of euphoria, holding on to the edge because I want to make Alex fall over first. Bringing my hand to his neck, I cradle his throat in my palm, gently squeezing until I can feel the frantic flutter of his pulse under his skin.
He makes a whining sound against my lips, and I can feel his muscles tighten, his hold on my hips so tight, I know he’s going to leave bruises.
“El, I’m gonna—”
“Come for me, baby. Fill me. Make me yours.”
Those words might be the closest thing I get to confessing just how much I want to belong to Alex, so I let them hang in the air between us as he tenses beneath me.
I keep my grip light on his throat and snake my free hand between us, stroking myself in time with the movement of my hips.
The moment Alex groans and I feel the first flood of his orgasm filling me takes my breath away.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen in my life, watching Alex’s face twist and contort as he whimpers through his release.
That is, until I finally let go, giving into the pleasure and letting my release sweep over me.
My orgasm is brutal and sharp, pounding and pulsing through my blood, wringing me dry and leaving me splintered into a million little pieces.
When I look down to see that I’ve stroked myself all over Alex’s body, painting his abs and his chest with my cum and the sated, dreamy look on his face as he, too, marvels at my masterpiece?
Then that becomes the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.