Chapter 21 – Lexi #2
“Shut up, Lexi,” he mutters through clenched teeth.
“The first time I saw you, I wanted you.” He shocks me.
“That was even before I knew what an incredible person you are, how strong you are, how beautiful inside you are.” He shakes his head.
“Then I got to know you, and this might make me sound like the biggest piece of shit, but I wanted you, knowing you were married.”
“Kirby,” I say his name.
“I will never force you to do something you don’t want to do,” he assures me, “or pressure you in any fucking way.”
“I want to come in.” I get on my tippy-toes and hope he bends his head to kiss me.
“Show me your house.” He bends his head and kisses me.
The kiss is very different from the one before.
This one is full of need, his hand gripping my hip tightly as I slide my tongue in with his.
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He turns, and with his mouth still attached to mine, he makes his way down the walkway to the front door.
“Is this safe?” I put a hand on his cheek as he walks up the steps to the front door.
“I’ve never tried to walk into my house with my eyes closed,” he admits before pushing open the front door, “but I have once arrived drunk and stumbled my way to the bedroom.” I laugh as I look behind me at the foyer.
There is a big mahogany table on the side with a huge mirror before he takes three steps up.
“After, I’ll give you a full tour,” he says, then stops, “unless you want one now.”
“Is that where your bedroom is?” I point down the hall, hoping I chose the right way and he nods his head. “Then I want to tour that.”
He chuckles as he walks down the hallway to the stairs that lead to the second level.
Both his hands are holding my ass as he walks up six steps and then turns on the landing to walk up another six steps.
He steps into his bedroom and I unclasp my legs from his waist. “This is exactly like I thought you would live.” I look toward the cream-colored see-through drapes that are floor to ceiling and open halfway for you to see the ocean in the distance.
His bed, which must be custom-made because it’s bigger than a king, sits in the middle of the room.
The headboard against a fabric wall goes from floor to ceiling too.
A plush seating area is to the side and another bench is in front of the bed, with what looks like the clothes he must have worn yesterday.
“It’s very modern, very masculine,” I say, not wanting to go on the beige-colored rug that covers the dark-brown wood floor, “yet very classy.”
“I’ve thought about you here,” he says, “in this room.”
I can’t help the smile. “Have you?”
“In that bed.” He points to his bed that has a beige cover folded over and then another cover draped in the middle that falls to the floor.
“Show me what you thought about,” I tell him and he just walks to me.
It’s all hands at that point. He’s gripping the bottom of my shirt at the same time I’m gripping his.
He pulls my shirt over my head before I get his off.
My hands roam up his chest, as my nails score his skin.
His abs contract as he bends his head and kisses my neck, right where my pulse pounds, before his hand unclips my bra.
He hisses when I move my shoulders and the straps fall, the bra now at the base of our feet.
His hand comes up to cup my breast, his fingers rolling the nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.
My whole body feels like it’s on pins and needles.
“Fucking perfection,” he mumbles before moving to the next nipple. “It should be illegal”—he looks up at me—“to be this perfect.”
My hands go to the elastic at his waist. “I’m really glad you didn’t wear jeans.
” I move his pants down past his hips, leaving him in his black briefs.
I then push him backward until he falls on his ass on the bench.
“Shit, get up,” I tell him and he does and then I slip his briefs down over his hips.
His cock springs out and I look down at it. “Now you can sit down.”
“Lexi,” he says, his voice tight.
“I’m asking you to please sit down,” I rephrase and then take a step back, “unless you don’t want that.” He sits back down, his hand coming out to grab mine and pulling me back to him.
“I want this more than I want to breathe,” he confirms and I get down on one knee first and then the other one.
“Jesus.” He leans back as I grip his cock in my hand, and I don’t waste time as I suck it into my mouth.
We both moan out as I try to get him deeper into my mouth.
My hand comes up to jerk him before I let the head of his cock go and kiss his hip.
His eyes fixate on my every single move, and I know it’s just the two of us in this room.
“I take it back,” he starts as I lick from his balls up his shaft to the tip of his cock, “this might be the best thing that has ever happened in my life.” The whole time his teeth are clenched.
“Watching you take my cock in your mouth.” I smile as I take him back into my mouth, working him with both my mouth and my hand.
He puts his hand in my hair as he watches me, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
He grabs my face and pulls me up to kiss my mouth, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
“If I hadn’t stopped you,” he says between kisses, “I would have come down your throat.”
“You act like that’s a bad thing,” I state, my hand still working his hard cock, trying to reach around the thick base. He cups the back of my head, bringing me even closer for a kiss. “Your kisses make me forget what I’m doing.” He lifts his hips to help push his cock in my hand. “Almost.”
I move my way back down, kissing his stomach before taking his cock back into my mouth.
I close my eyes as I swallow as much of his cock into my mouth as I can, lost in the way his body moves with mine.
“You fucking drive me crazy.” He moves the hair away from my face so he can watch me.
“Seeing my cock so far down your throat.” I look up at him.
“You need to tell me now,” he encourages, his breathing coming in pants.
“You want me to come in your mouth,” he says as my hand grips his cock tighter, “on your face.” My eyes must lust over because his eyes do the same.
“Or your tits?” His hands reach out to pinch both my nipples when he says that, and I swear I close my eyes and feel myself get wetter. “Where do you want it?”
“Where do you want it?” I let go of his cock enough to ask him the question.
“Mouth this time, pussy the next time, then your tits in the shower, and your face in the kitchen,” he lists and I watch his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he shoots down my throat, my name on his lips. “Lexi.”