Chapter 27 #2
When I get to the top step of her stoop, my fist hammers on her wooden door, disrupting the peaceful song of the cicadas.
Lights flick on inside, and I hear her slow footsteps over the floorboards, then the flip of a deadbolt and the knob turning.
The door opens partway, revealing a sliver of her upper body to me, hidden by a loose tee, and way too much wood.
“Gonna let me in?” I practically growl into the opening.
Her bottom lip pops open with a soft noise I wanna hear close up. “I thought I was coming over later?”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t in the mood to wait.”
Eyes going round, she pulls the door back, covering herself with it but letting me in. When it closes behind me, I see why. She’s in nothing but that white tee I’m ninety percent sure is mine—the little klepto—and a pair of underwear. No woman has ever looked so good in so little.
Knowing she took that shirt from my place gets my dick to attention faster than if she were naked.
The deadbolt flips again behind me, and when I turn to face her, her eyes don’t meet mine. It’s like her floor is the one calling to her, not the current that still hums between us, even in her morose state.
But I’m not going to be ignored. Not tonight.
One thumb and finger find the bottom of her chin to tilt her gaze until she gives in to the pull and looks up.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hi,” she says, voice softer than I’m used to hearing it.
“That’s all I get?”
“Were you expecting a red carpet?”
“Wouldn’t say no to that red lipstick you wore that first night. Or you on your knees for me.”
That gets a small twitch of her lips, a little spark in her eye at the memory.
Taking my hand in her smaller, softer one, she turns and leads me toward the hallway where I used her bathroom that one time. My eyes soak in the details of her place as we go, in case this is the last time I see it.
The front room, plants sprawling from every surface, and even hanging mid-air. The cozy kitchen that’s cleaner than I expected it to be. Nothing on her counters but an air fryer and an open can of Diet Coke.
I’d pay to see her fridge. Maybe it’s the chef in me, or maybe it feels like a look inside her mind, seeing what she keeps on hand, how she organizes her kitchen. It’s how I get to know people.
But what causes my eyes to widen and my pants to tighten is the first sight of her room. Deep colors, dark and moody, with a bold floral wallpaper, and velvet curtains and accents. Dusky maroons and sultry purples that feel like getting a glimpse of the part of her she doesn’t let others see.
“This where you use all those toys on yourself?” I ask her, voice gravelly, imagining her laid out on that king size bed, having to use three toys on herself at once to sate the need I started inside of her.
Her eyes flash with something defensive, but her cheeks heat for me, and the backs of my fingers run over that flush, trying to soak up the feel of her blood rushing for me. The first of many times I’m going to get her heart pumping tonight.
When her lower lip sinks between her teeth, eyes roaming me, I let my thumb wander, pulling it back out again.
“Nothing goes in your mouth tonight unless I say so,” I tell her.
Her brow arches. “You think you’re gonna come into my house and tell me what to do?”
Gripping the back of her scalp, I tilt her head back until her neck is craned, looking straight up at me as I loom over her. Her pulse thumps wildly along her neck, and I can see her nipples pebbled through my shirt.
Leaning down, I seal my mouth over hers and take a deep taste, proving my point until she softens beneath my touch.
“Got a problem with that?”
My free hand slides down her thick middle, gripping her hip until it finds her exposed ass cheek, and slapping down there, giving her a jolt that probably soaked those undies.
Her eyes heat, locked on mine, so defiant, like she isn’t dying for me to use her in a way that makes her forget anything but how full she feels.
That fist buried in her hair tightens and my other hand comes back up to grip her neck, sliding my thumb past her open lips and into her mouth. Her eyes heat at the intrusion, as I dare her to play.
“Now suck.”
Pushing my thumb all the way in until it bottoms out, she does what she’s told for once and welcomes the invasion with her tongue, her teeth, sucking and sliding over my finger in a way that’s all too promising for other parts of me. Parts that are anxious to find their way inside of her.
When I pull back out, she’s still sucking like she’s gonna get something out of it, and my thumb comes out with a loud pop.
“Show me what you do to yourself those nights you’re not stuffed full of me,” I order in a tight voice.
Eyes flitting back up to mine, she looks almost unusually shy at the command, but some of that misery is already draining away from her. This is territory she can let herself fall into with me.
I’ll make sure she loses herself entirely in what happens tonight.
This might be our last night together, so I’m going to give her plenty to remember me by.
I’m expecting her to take me to her nightstand drawers and show me her collection, but Lexi takes the few steps to cross over to the chest on the nearest wall and opens the doors. What’s waiting for me there is the largest toy collection I’ve seen outside of a shop.
“Fuck.” My teeth drag my lip on the word, impressed as all hell at what she’s working with. “Knew you were a dirty fuck, Lex, but this?” The swelling against my fly turns painful at the way my imagination runs wild.
Lexi turns on one heel to face me. “What’s the matter?” Her voice is all angelic innocence, nothing at all like the girl beneath it. “Feeling insignificant next to these?”
One hand wraps around a massive silicone toy that would scare most women. Lexi isn’t most women.
The inside of the cabinet has tiered shelving, like a display case royalty might have to show off their various tiaras and jewels. For Lexi, it’s plugs, vibrators and dildos, with mats, mounts, and attachments I’ve never seen, all stored away where she can mix and match to her cunt’s desire.
My mouth waters, seeing her gripping that thick son of a bitch, knowing just how good she looks when she’s stuffed full.
“You’re not hurting my confidence, bella. But don’t make me an offer you can’t live up to,” I warn her, taking a step closer. “Unless you think you can take me and that thing at the same time, you better not tease me.”
Her eyes widen marginally and her hand releases the largest one in her collection abruptly. Those skillful fingers of her trail over toy after toy on each shelf of her display, picking and choosing.
“That one,” I tell her, pointing to one I recognize from that day I used her bathroom.
“Randy,” she whispers.
“That thing is Randy?” I ask her in disbelief. And here I thought she’d made up some name to piss me off. It’s just the silicone that tries to fill my shoes when she’s thinking of me.
There’s a knowing smirk to her smile, and if I didn’t already have plans to teach her a lesson tonight, that would’ve earned her one.
My palm claps down on her ass once more, squeezing her entire cheek in my grip as she jumps, squealing.
“Hurry up,” I growl in her ear, nipping at the tender skin just below.
She looks back at me, almond eyes unsure, like she might see judgment in mine, instead of the ravenous hunger that’s waiting for her there.
“I want to see it all,” I assure her, and that’s all she needed from me. Reaching up top, she grabs a mount that has a handful of attachment points along the surface.
A purr rumbles through my chest when I see what else she grabs to go with it. Some little sucker mouth thing, and a fat dildo that looks like the head might rotate inside of her, plus a respectably sized plug, and a bottle of lube.
Closing the cabinet door behind her, Lexi carries the armful over to the bed, and I watch as she meticulously sets up her very own rig, her face already hot from the attention.
I’d bet the future Salt + Spice this is a side of her absolutely no one else has gotten to see.
Unlucky bastards.
Though, probably good for them, because I think I’d scoop the eyes out of any fucker who got to see her like this. When she’s uninhibited, giving into the desires that overtake her, that’s for me and her, and no one fucking else.
She screws in the clit sucker and the other toy as I step in behind her, palms on the sides of her thighs, trailing my fingertips up beneath the hem of her underwear as she hums in response.
My fingers sink into the fabric, gripping it in both hands, and I yank, pulling it down in one move. She gasps, sucking in a sharp breath at the feel of the cool air against her heated skin.
Kneeling down, I help her step out of them instead of ripping them off of her, but only because I’m trying to drag this out for both our sakes.
She keeps her concentration the best she can, my palms running up the sides of her legs as I make my way back up, while my tongue roams her freely, leaving a trail up one leg, then the other, before dipping into her center and pulling up to her other hole.
“Wilder.” My name is a moan on her lips, and I stand, bringing one of my hands around the front of her to collar it around her neck, bringing her back tight against my front.
I know she can feel exactly how much I liked that taste I got when she’s pressed up flush against me, but I don’t give her the friction she’s craving.
“It’s Chef,” I remind her. “For one more night.”
She gives me a tiny nod, all she can manage beneath my grip, and I release her.
Taking hold of the bottom of my tee shirt that looks so fucking good on her, I yank it upward, pulling it over her head, until her arms are held high, captive in the cotton. Using one hand to hold her in place, I bring my other to her front, tweaking one nipple while my mouth tastes her neck.
She moans, falling back against me, and I take it as an invitation.