Chapter 18 #3
We move in unison for a kiss, and while I expect us to stay here for the next round, Lex has another idea. Careful that neither of us slips, he helps me up and out of the tub before picking me up again and leading me back to the bedroom.
There, he only hesitates for a second before lying me down in the mess of my clothes on the mattress. There’s most likely cum, sweat, or even spit on these, so they’re all going in the laundry, which means us being wet and soapy doesn’t matter.
Especially since it means Lex gets to thrust inside me faster after hooking his arms behind my knees. Fuck, I’m spread wide open like this, and he reaches so fucking far I can feel him right below my navel.
I’m so losing this bet. But then, it means Lex gets to tie me up, so is there really a loser in this scenario?
I think the fuck not.
“Water,” I grunt, panting as hard as Andrea.
“Yes, water … Great idea …”
She’s sprawled on her stomach next to me as I stare at the ceiling, trying to get my breathing in check.
My entire body is sore, even my cock. I can feel the pulsing of my heart in it, which can’t be normal.
We’re both covered in sweat, and no parts of us are touching for the first time in hours, too overheated to even consider it.
I feel entirely wrecked, but in the best of ways.
Shit, we won’t survive this … Not if we keep trying to make up for three months in one go.
“Lex, go get a bottle,” she whines, shoving my side with a weak hand, voice muffled by the covers.
“Why me?”
“I can’t walk right now.”
“Fuck, I don’t think I can either.”
She lets out a breath that sounds like an exhausted scoff. “Baby, are you saying I wore you out?”
“Maybe.”
“Does it mean I get to tie you up again?”
Fuck, no. I mumble a curse before forcing myself up. I can feel her eyes on me as I exit the room, so I know she notices my legs are wobbly. Fucking hell, what has this woman done to me?
When I return with a few bottles, she’s on her back, stretching.
My gaze instinctively narrows between her legs to admire my handiwork.
She’s slick with cum, her clit so overworked it’s still poking out from its protective hood, her folds a dark pink from the blood flow and the soreness.
I catch a glimpse of the plug I slipped into her ass earlier, as an attempt to make her even more receptive.
That backfired to some extent, as it made her tighter than she already was.
Wordlessly, I unscrew the cap of the bottle I already drank from and hand it to her.
She sits up, and once she’s taken it from me, I set the untouched bottles on the nightstand beside her.
She lets out an appreciative sigh once she’s done drinking, and I leave her there to head to the bathroom.
I wash my hands, clean my cock with a wet towel, and prepare a warm one for her.
Andrea is lying down again when I return, and her face is slowly but surely returning to its normal color, pink only lingering on her cheekbones.
Meticulously, I pass the towel between her legs to clean her up, fold it over, and start again.
“Do you want to keep the plug?” I ask, tugging on it just a little.
“I’ll keep it a little longer,” she decides. “Gotta get back to training so you can finally get in there.”
“Greedy little thing,” I whisper like praise before joining her on the bed.
Most of her clothes have fallen on the ground, and the bed looks like a war zone, covered in all sorts of bodily fluids.
I should probably work on changing the sheets, but I think this might be the only kind of filth I like.
Ours. The one our bodies make when we’re together.
The shameless result of our need and love for each other.
Andrea comes closer to me, to cuddle, I think at first, but instead, she crawls over me sideways to shuffle through the covers on my side. “What are you looking for?”
“My phone. I last saw it around here. When you came all over my ass.”
Right, I did that. The sight was near perfection, its only flaw being the fact that her rear end isn’t as plump as it used to be.
“Found it!” she proudly says, brandishing her phone. She settles there, lying across my hips, so I rest a hand on the back of her thigh.
“What do you want to eat?” she wonders, opening one of her food delivery apps.
“Something full of fat, carbs, and calories.”
“Are you secretly asking me to order from Burger King? Did you miss it?”
“In brutal honesty, the hamburgers they served us in jail were slightly better than Burger King. But I’ll have whatever it takes to refill this,” I explain, moving my hand up enough to squeeze one of her round cheeks.
She gapes, a little stunned. “Are you really trying to make me have a fat ass again?”
“It wasn’t fat. It was perfect.”
“And now it’s not?”
Fuck, did I say something I shouldn’t have? Scrambling to find the right reply, I quickly say, “I’ll forever love your ass, Andrea. But I don’t like seeing it like this.”
“Why?”
“Because it reminds me of how miserable you were. That I dragged you with me in this whole mess.”
The squint in her eyes softens, and her hand reaches to my jaw, laying a tender graze on it. “I need you to promise me something,” she says, emotion making her voice uneven.
“Anything.”
“Don’t start complaining when we’re having burgers every other day.”
The moment falls flat when I realize she set me up for more teasing, and she returns to her phone with an impish grin. I can’t stop my hand from administering a small slap on her ass, which has her yelping. “That’s what you get for being a tease,” I explain.
The sting of it has my palm prickling, making me want more. It looks like I’m not the only one feeling that way, because she turns to me with her white teeth biting into her bottom lip as her ass perks up just a little.
“And what would I get for being a bad girl who hacked into the DA’s computer?” she wonders.
Another sharp, dry slap makes her mounds jiggle, and she lets out a small cry that resembles a moan, her body jumping forward a little. Before she can get over it, I spank her once more.
“That one was for risking your own freedom to get me out of jail.”
She squirms with another moan, back arching while her ass rises, as if begging for more.
Because I can’t refuse her anything, I comply. “That one is for not having ordered the food yet. Go on, Andrea.”
Her hands and thumbs shake a little as she tries to comply.
Which isn’t easy since I keep finding more excuses that warrant spankings.
In between them, though, I graze her reddened skin to appease each strike.
It takes her five slaps to get the order through, and she couldn’t throw her phone away any faster.
“Okay, I’m focused,” she says hastily. “Keep going.”
“Always so fucking greedy.”
Although I can tell she’s enjoying this a little too much, I still feel the need to check. My hand slides down, fingertips toying with the damp expanse there.
“How are you so fucking wet from this, Andrea?”
“I wish I knew.”
I enter her with two fingers, but only a knuckle deep, definitely not enough to satiate her need to be filled. “Must be a naughty girl thing. That’s too bad. Do you know what good girls get?”
“More spanking?”
My fingers thrust all the way in, ripping a moan from her as her walls quiver around my knuckles. “No. Good girls get more pleasure. Naughty girls get the spanking.”
“Potato, potahto,” she argues. “Am I good or naughty for hacking into the laptop of the special agent in charge of your case?”
Another slap, harder than the previous ones.
Her fingers curl around the sheets as her profile twists into a mix of pain and pleasure.
The way her body flinches away from the pain, only for a split second, before it angles itself for more each time, is fascinating.
Hypnotizing, even. It shouldn’t already have happened, not after the day we’ve had, but my dick awakens from its slumber, swelling under her.
Let’s hope that by Monday, when she has to leave for work, we’ll be satiated enough. If not, I’m sure I’ll find a way to make her stay …
None of this is rational. Not a shred.
But I don’t think either of us cares.