Chapter 24 Juliet
JULIET
It’s a good few days after the whole fiasco with Darrio at The Dionysus Lounge when I wake with a head buried between my thighs and a mouth suctioned over my clit.
An orgasm rockets through me before I’m even fully coherent.
My hands shoot down, tangling in slightly longer locks that tell me it’s Lex.
Of course it is. Who else would wake me up with their tongue in my cunt?
Though, I suppose it could’ve been Gio, but he’d been heading over to Nolan’s the night before. So, even if the longer strands of hair give away my mystery cunt-eater, I would’ve already known the most likely candidate.
As soon as my release ebbs and my thighs stop shaking uncontrollably, Lex lifts his mouth away from my sopping wet pussy and grins up at me. My chest pumps up and down as I try to catch my breath. It doesn’t seem to work. I’m still gasping for air when he speaks.
“Morning, baby.”
Little shocks of pleasure jerk at my muscles as I try to work up the energy to reply.
My throat is dry, my tongue practically swollen and stuck to the roof of my mouth.
My lack of a response doesn’t give him pause as Lex crawls up from the place between my legs, shoving my sleep shirt—one of his—up along with him.
In the next second, my arms are being stretched over my head as he pulls the fabric the rest of the way off.
I groan. “Lex…”
He lifts one of my legs and pulls it around his hip as he settles himself more firmly between my thighs.
The head of his cock nudges against my core and I arch, crying out as he pushes inside, thrusting all the way to the hilt with little warning.
With no foreplay other than the swift waking orgasm, I cry out as his cock spears me, stretching my inner walls.
Muscles continue to spasm with little, tiny aftershocks, thanks to the force of his thrust. I shudder and lock my fingers around the back of his neck.
It takes what feels like a lifetime before I’m calm enough to look him in the eye and speak in a semi-comprehensible way.
“I know I went to bed wearing underwear,” I mutter, sucking in lungfuls of air as his cock jerks inside me. My inner muscles clamp down, squeezing his shaft, and he groans, low and rumbly. The vibrations of the sound move from his chest to my nipples, forcing them to tighten.
Need powers through me, pulsing like a living beat separate from the rhythm of my heart.
It leaves me a contracted, trembling mess in his arms, under his big, bulky body.
The skin of his chest shifts up and down as he withdraws and then pushes back into me.
The dark lettering and lines of his tattoos move with him, drawing my rapt attention.
“They were in the way,” is his only response, voice full of that low rasp of desire that makes my insides want to clench all over again. I resist the urge, but barely. There’s no telling when my body will take control from me again, so I get out my words while I still can.
“Is there a reason you couldn’t wait for me to wake up?” I ask, tracing my fingers over a snake crawling along down his shoulder and pec before disappearing around the side of his abdomen.
Lex moves his hands down my sides, grazing my bare breasts, lower to grasp my hips as he lifts me against him.
Clenching my teeth, my head sinks back against the pillow and mattress as he slides a few inches out before surging back in.
Then, his thumb is there, nudging between my legs and rubbing over my clit with insistent movements.
“Lex!” His name is both a demand and a plea.
“Nightmare,” is all he grunts as his thumb rubs circles around my poor, tortured clit. The damn thing feels like it’s attached to something electric. Every brush of his finger over it makes shock waves race through my veins.
I shake my head, trying to clear it of the lust currently taking up residence.
It’s not much, but I recall his response.
Nightmare? I want to stop and ask him if it’s the same one he’s had every night for the last few days, but then he does something with his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves that is my clit and I forget how to do anything but moan.
My eyes roll back into my head and the room fades around me as another rush of release forces me to leave off that train of thought.
Beat after beat of pleasure surges into my veins and I release a raspy cry as Lex pinches my clit one last time before thrusting into my cunt.
Back and forth, I can feel him moving over me.
It sends me higher and higher, the fresh orgasm flooding my senses and overwhelming me.
My thighs begin to shake again, and no amount of gritting my teeth or trying to focus stops the fractious movements. All I can do is hold on and wait for it to pass. Air squeezes past my moans down a ravaged throat as the release goes on and on.
Fuck. When will it end?
Eons go by before Lex’s low rumbling purr of a groan reaches my ears and he stills inside me.
The hot wash of his cum splashes against my insides, coating and filling me up.
Together, we sag down against the bed, his weight coming down on me.
Our skin sticks together, sweat blanketing every inch of us.
Panting and gasping still, I let my hands trail back up his body and into his hair.
He moans again, burrowing against me as he latches on to my throat with his teeth.
Not hard. Not sharp. Merely resting there as I scrape my blunt nails along his scalp and nape.
It’s like having a massive animal cuddling me, demanding more pets.
A chuckle escapes me before I can stop it. Lex sits up, teeth scratching at my flesh as he does. He arches a brow as he stares at me. “What?”
I press my lips together, though I know they’re struggling to remain uncurled. His eyes narrow. “You’re laughing at me,” he guesses, though he doesn’t sound upset by it.
“I’m not,” I assure him, still grinning.
Lex hums in the back of his throat. I narrow my eyes, suspicious.
Before I realize his intentions, he grabs me and flips us both.
I land against his chest with an ‘oomph’ of surprise, legs parting over his hips as he slips out of me.
A gush of sticky wetness oozes out of my pussy and I wince, the uncomfortable sensation making me want a shower sooner rather than later.
With his palm running up my back, kneading my muscles, it’s hard to pry myself from his bed.
“Ugh.” I moan as he gets to a particularly sore spot on my shoulder blade and rubs it harder.
Comfortable quiet spans between us for several long minutes and I relax into his body, letting him play across mine, touching, stroking, and just generally assuring himself that I’m fine.
“Darrio didn’t show up in the middle of the night and exchange me with a look alike,” I assure him sardonically. “So if you’re looking for a serial number or something, you’re not going to find it.”
“I just like touching you, baby,” he replies. It’s true, I know—but I also know that Darrio has all of the guys on edge now that he’s made it clear and public knowledge that he resents me, and both Gio and the guys are on his shit list. Maybe that’s the reason for his recent nightmares.
Leaning away from him, I check the time and realize that it’s only half past six in the morning. We’ll need to be up soon anyway, so now is as good a time as any. When I try to clamber off him, however, Lex stops me and seats me back on his thighs.
“Where are you going?” he demands. “You didn’t tell me why you were laughing at me.”
“I wasn’t—” I grunt, cut off as I lose the battle to get up once more. Big as he is, his muscles aren’t just for show and his grip strength is like that of a blacksmith. “Lex! Let me up, I want a shower.”
He shakes his head in denial. “Not until you tell me why you were laughing.”
I roll my eyes and smack his bare chest. “It wasn’t anything important.”
He gets comfortable, stretching one arm up and behind his head while he holds me on top of him with the other. “Then you won’t mind telling me.”
I contemplate just grabbing ahold of his nipples and twisting, sure that would get him to let me go. At his wicked grin, I suspect that even assaulting him won’t get him to let it go. With a huff of defeat, I tell him the truth.
“You’re acting like an animal,” I grouse. “I was just thinking that it felt more like I was petting a large cat than a man.” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring down at him. “Happy now?”
Grin still in place, Lex sits up, dropping his arm to my other hip as he rubs his nose alongside my own.
“I’m only ever happy when I’m balls deep inside of you or you’re in my arms, baby,” he murmurs, lightly pressing a kiss to my frowning mouth.
“But yeah, I’m good. Go take your shower. I’ll start on breakfast.”
With that, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all and sets me to the side of the bed. “Wait, don’t you need to shower too?” I ask.
Lex gets to his feet and stretches his arms over his head. “I’ll pop in while you pick out clothes for the day and rinse off,” he replies.
My eyes lock on to his tight backside, admiring the shifting of his muscles beneath the skin of his ass and thighs. Fuck. I fan my face with my hand and shake my head before getting off the bed.
Minutes later, I’ve got my clothes rummaged up from his closet where they’ve begun to stack up when I leave them here.
Lex comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and his hair dripping.
He really must have just rinsed because that was the fastest shower I’ve ever seen anyone take.
Still, I’m grateful to have the bathroom to myself as I slip past him and into the steam-filled room.