Chapter 13
T he dinner with the Injin executives lasted about three hours, even though it felt like double that. Mr. Park and Ms. Kim were with us, as well as a few other people involved with the partnership. That included the man who has been tasked with assembling and leading the team that will create the phones they’ll manufacture for us.
Andrea spent most of her evening talking with him since they were seated beside one another, and I spent most of mine looking at her. She’s such a bratty, cunning, and vengeful little minx… I can’t believe I found the strength to stay right by the door, listening to every little sound as she fucked herself with that toy. It should have been me. God, I wanted it to be me.
But she set rules and boundaries, and I can’t break them because I’m still on probation. The moment I’m not anymore, though… She has no idea what’s coming to her, but greedy as she is, I don’t think she’ll have any regrets.
I spent the dinner imagining all the things I’ll do to her, ignoring my painful hard-on hidden under the table. Vivid fantasies of throwing everyone out and bending her over the table distracted me on several occasions, and I hope they’ll blame my lack of participation on jet lag.
Needless to say, I’m glad we’re now back in the suite.
I help Andrea remove her coat, and she thanks me with a smile as she looks up. Her elegant dress falls loosely over her stunning shape, and its gold color makes her look like a trophy, a prize. One I hope I’ll win again. And this time, I’ll never let go.
“I should pack my things,” she explains.
“Yeah, me too. ”
Tomorrow morning, an Injin car is picking us up to take us to their main facility for a visit, and then straight to the airport. This is our last night in Seoul, and I’ll miss having her a door away from me.
“Goodnight, Alexander,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.
“Goodnight, Andrea.”
She gives me one last look before she walks to her room. Once again, she leaves the door slightly ajar, and I can’t tell if it’s an invitation or a test. I’m lost, unsure of what she wants from me. Does she even know?
With a frustrated sigh, I make my way to my room to pack my things and prepare for the night. In the shower, I consider taking care of myself like I’ve craved since I heard her play with herself, but I hold back. It can’t be healthy, but a part of me likes this. My pleasure belongs to her, and unless she expressly asks me to relieve myself like she did on the plane, I don’t deserve to come.
From the very beginning of my sex life, I’ve had a dominant nature. It stems from my need for control. I like taking charge, and I like being obeyed. It’s always been that way, even with Andrea. But I’ve discovered that I like leaving her in charge. I want to see what she’ll do, what she’ll take and give, like when she tied me up to her bed that time. People who enjoy being submissive aren’t such a mystery to me anymore. There’s something thrilling about surrendering yourself to someone else’s will.
Though I do wish I hadn’t fallen for such a fucking tease.
Sitting in bed with my back against the headboard, I consider rubbing one out again. It’s getting in the way of my focus, and this trip might not be the best moment to test how much I’m willing to endure. Andrea certainly doesn’t bother holding back. She even brought a sex toy with her, for fuck’s sake.
Alright, I’ll finish catching up on my emails and then give myself a quick but necessary release.
Two shy knocks distract me from my phone, and my attention narrows on the door. The handle twists without my invitation, and the cause of my torment walks in. She’s wearing the same shirt as earlier, and it takes me back to the moment I found her in her bed, panting, satiated, and slightly flushed all over. Fuck, I can’t wait to have her looking like this under me as I ravage her with deep and powerful thrusts.
“Is everything alright?” I ask with a frown.
She nods and walks up to my bed, barefoot. I follow her every move, and when she lifts the covers to slip underneath them, I tense. “What are you doing?”
“My bed feels empty,” she says, as if it justifies everything.
“You want to sleep here?”
She nods. “Would you prefer I didn’t?”
Of course, I wouldn’t. If it were my choice, she’d sleep in my bed for the rest of our lives.
I remove my glasses, fold them, and put them on the nightstand along with my phone. Once the light is off, I lower on the bed until I’m under the covers with her. No matter how much my hands tingle from the need to touch her, I don’t.
But the moment she slips closer to me, with a slim hand grazing my chest, I give in to the urge and reach out to pull her in. She plasters herself against me, and her hand slithers lower, all the way to the boxer briefs at my hip. As if this isn’t enough yet, she lifts her leg and drapes it over me, her knee dangerously close to my awakening cock. I grab her thigh to prevent it from going any higher.
The moment stretches as she draws random swirls on my chest with her fingertips. “Lex?” she whispers after several minutes of this.
“Hm?”
“Can you promise you’ll never break my heart again?”
Although it’s too dark to see the details of her face, I look down. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I promise I’ll do everything in my power not to.”
I guess she appreciates the answer because she lays a tender kiss on my chest. Then, she grabs my hand at her thigh and twists around, pulling me with her until we’re spooning.
“We should sleep,” she decides. As if on cue, she yawns.
There’s no way she can’t feel my erection nested right against her ass. So, when she purposefully wriggles closer to it, I let out a groan and grab her hip in warning.
“Andrea, what are you doing?”
“Trying to find a comfortable position.”
“I mean, what is… this ? Do you want me to cave and fuck you, or are you testing me to see if I’ll respect the rules you set?”
She doesn’t answer, but I feel the way she tenses against me.
“I’ll do either,” I continue. “But I’m not good with mixed signals. I need to know which one you want from me, Andrea. I don’t want you to feel unwanted because I’m not answering your invitations—trust me, every cell in my body wanted to join you in your bed earlier and fuck you instead of that toy. But I also don’t want you to think you can’t trust me to respect your boundaries.”
She’s still holding my hand, keeping my arm around her, and she tugs so my hold is even tighter. “My conscience wants to test you, to hurt you a little for what happened,” she explains after a minute of pondering. “But my heart wants you, mindless of the past, unconcerned by the future.”
So, there is no wrong answer. Either way, she’s getting something she wants. “And which one should I respect above the other?” I ask.
“I think… I think this is for you to decide, Lex. I won’t blame you either way because I’m just as lost and confused as you are.”
I nod and tug her just a little closer. When she begins wriggling, pressing her perfect ass harder onto me, I mumble, “Andrea, I’m still not opposed to giving you that spanking.”
The threat falls flat, and I know she’s smirking when she does it again. My balls ache with need, and a small stream of precum travels through my cock and seeps out. “Fucking hell,” I groan.
I free my hand from her hold and give a firm and dry slap to the side of her ass. She lets out a small, surprised squeal, and I return my arm to where it was.
“Now sleep, woman, or I’ll throw you out of my room.”
This time, the threat seems to land as she tries to set some space between her and my aching length. I stop her and say, “You can stay there. Just stop wriggling.”
She giggles, and the sound is so delightful that I grin. “Alright, boss.”
Unable to resist, I nuzzle the back of her neck, enjoying the softness of her skin. Then I kiss the tender spot right behind her ear, and she relaxes against me with what resembles a purr.
“Sweet dreams, Coleman,” she whispers.
“They’re always sweet.”
“Really?”
“Mh-hm.”
“What’s your secret?”
“I dream of you.”
The snort she lets out isn’t what I expected. “You’re so cheesy sometimes.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
She shakes her head and gives my forearm a graze. “No, I love cheesy Lex.”
Love… How can four letters hold so much power? How can a single word send my heart into such a frenzy? The days she confesses to loving more than the cheesy part of me, I might combust.
But until then, I’ll fall asleep with a stupid grin, knowing at least some of me still holds a place in her heart.
W aking up in Lex’s arms feels as natural as breathing. This is where I belong, where I should start every single morning for the rest of my life. Nothing will ever compare to the pure, radiating joy I feel as I slowly wake up with his warm breath in the crook of my neck, his front plastered on my back, and his muscular arm around me.
As I come to my senses, I realize his hand is shoved under my T-shirt, and his palm rests over my breast. I can also feel his morning wood tucked between my cheeks, and I wonder if he was hard the whole night. Poor thing…
Maybe I should show him some mercy and help him with it. After all, he helped me on the plane, so it’s the least I can do.
The idea spreads a languorous heat through my body, and I roll my hips in small circles against him. Can I make him come in his sleep? Is that a thing? But more importantly, would he want that?
My stirring seems to wake him up before I can work out the moral implications. His hand on my chest fondles the modest mound as his hold tightens. Then, the warmth of his breath gets closer, and his lips meet my neck for an open-mouth kiss. I shiver at the wet touch of his tongue briefly sampling me.
“Good morning, baby,” I breathe out.
“’Morning, you restless tease.”
He doesn’t ask me to stop my hips from undulating against his erection, so I don’t. Actually, he even begins to rock into it, thrusting in rhythm with me. It’s like he has the ability to rewire my entire nervous system because I swear I can feel the rubbing into my clit.
Too sleepy to fight my desire for him, I arch my back, pressing my ass harder on his swollen length. “I want you,” I beg, not sure what I expect him to do about it.
“I know.”
He doesn’t make a move, though. He keeps grinding against me, which isn’t enough. I can only take it for a moment before I frustratedly tug my shorts down, along with my panties. A victorious smile claims my mouth when he lets out a hiss as I press my bare ass onto him, kicking my discarded clothes all the way off. I can feel him much better with only the thin layer of his underwear separating us. But it still isn’t enough .
I grab his hand to guide it to my exposed pussy, but he rips it away. Before I can complain, he rises to his elbow and slings the sheets away to reveal my bare lower half.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
The tiny hairs on my arms and neck rise at his domineering tone. “Lex, I want you to do it.”
“I won’t, Andrea. You have to do it yourself.”
I protest with a moan and push against him harder. Nothing compares to his touch, and that’s what I need right now. When he understands I won’t cooperate, Lex rips himself away from me and moves to kneel between my legs as he pushes me on my back. His dark irises stare down at my exposed pussy with hunger, and when I try to bring my knees together, he prevents it, his hands firmly keeping my thighs wide open.
“Touch yourself, Andrea,” he repeats, his voice lower.
Between how horny he sounds and how he looks at me, something throbs in my core. Fuck, I need something. Anything. My hand is hesitant as it travels down. I feel exposed and scrutinized. His eyes remain locked on my soaked folds as I circle my clit with the tip of my middle finger. It feels awkward at first, but I grow more confident with every roll.
“That’s it,” he approves. “Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.”
My back arches, spreading my legs further. He’s so hard, straining against his underwear, that I wonder if it hurts. If I have to be vulnerable like this in front of him, so does he.
“Take yourself out,” I order.
He isn’t long to comply, pushing down his briefs and letting his dick spring free. His obscenely swollen length points toward me, its tip wet with want. My insides throb, eager to welcome him, and I press my fingers a little harder, increasing the pace. Fuck, I want him to ram into me and take me hard. I want to leave this bed scathed, marked forever by his need for me.
“Grab yourself,” I demand next. Again, he obeys and wraps his large hand around his impressive girth. “Tighter.”
The muscles and tendons of his hand flex as he complies. “Good,” I approve with pride. “Now, fuck your fist, Lex. Imagine it’s my pussy.”
Wetness nearly gushes out of me when he begins massaging himself, following the pace of my fingers still playing with my clit. Watching him jerk off is another level of hot. It’s fucking scorching.
My eyes travel from his busy hand to his handsome face veiled with lust and desire. We watch each other, completely wrapped in a cocoon of lust. He focuses on the first half of himself, squeezing harder whenever he reaches the head. I’ve never been great at hand jobs, so I take mental notes.
“Take off your T-shirt,” he orders.
I obey quickly, sitting up to pass it over my head, and then I let myself fall back. Ravenous, he looks down at the hard tips of my breasts. Because I know how much he wishes he could do it himself, I palm my tits and pinch, pull, and twist my nipples. He enjoys the sight so much that a clear stream of precum drips out of his tip to land right on my folds.
Fuck, this has no right being so hot…
I’m about to return a hand between my legs when he beats me to it, releasing his dick. God, yes! Let him take over and make me touch the sky. But he swipes his palm and fingers along my drenched folds and grabs himself again. Jesus… He needed lubricant and my aching pussy delivered. Now, whenever he goes up and down his length, it makes a wet, carnal sound.
That’s when I understand that this won’t go any further. He won’t fuck me. We’re coming like this, together but separate. So, if I want to satisfy this need to have something inside me, I’ll have to do it myself.
Transfixed by his incredible body on display before me and the way he fucks himself, I slip two fingers inside me as deeply as I can. He curses under his breath as I pump them in and out of me at a fast pace, seeking my release. My fingers are too short to reach that sweet spot, but it still feels amazing, especially with his eyes on me like this.
We can both hear how wet I am. Maybe I should be embarrassed by it, but I keep going. I keep going until pleasure washes over me like a violent wave. My legs twitch on each side of him, my back arches off the mattress, and his name rolls off my lips with a cry. In the midst of my orgasm, I see that the tempo of his hand has become harsh, almost brutal. He’s about to join me, and I wish he’d slam into me and empty himself in my pussy. I can feel how drenched my orgasm makes me, how my walls spasm around my fingers, so I know how good it would feel for him.
I don’t have time to beg for it, as an animalistic roar rumbles in his chest. I look down just in time to see the first rope of his cum spurt out of his tip. It lands on the left of my navel, hot and thick. Still dizzy from my orgasm, I slip my fingers out and push myself up on my elbows to watch him come all over my lower stomach and pussy, streams of white seeming to come out of him endlessly. His groans and moans have my walls clenching around emptiness, craving so much more.
Once he has pumped out the last drop, he adjusts his boxer briefs back on his hips, shoving his still-hard dick in them. With visible relief on his dashing face, he leans back on his heels to admire his handy work. I look like a Jackson Pollock, covered in splashes of cum, some of it dripping down my slit.
“Go out on a date with me,” he demands out of the blue.
I didn’t expect that, not at this moment, so I don’t answer right away, a little surprised.
“Saturday. Let me take you out on a date,” he insists.
My nod is shaky—not because I hesitate but because I’m still recuperating from what we did. He must think I’m unsure about it because he feels the need to say, “I promise it’s just a date, Andrea. No implications, no expectations… I just want to spend time with you.”
I nod with more determination this time. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Lex.”
His shoulders sink with what must be relief before he leans in with his hands on each side of me. He kisses my chest, moves up my throat, and stops to hold his face above mine.
“I promise you won’t regret it.”
Touched by the eagerness in his voice, I caress the side of his handsome face. “I could never regret spending time with you.”
His lips twitch into an amused smile.
“What?” I wonder.
“I think I just met cheesy Andrea.”
I laugh. “And do you like her?”
“I love her.”
Fuck going on a date. He can have me right here, right now. I’m about to grab his neck and pull him down for a kiss when his phone rings on the nightstand. Lex groans with disapproval and moves away from me to pick it up.
He lets the person talk and then lets out a dry, “Alright, thank you.” Once the call is cut, he turns to me. “The Injin car will pick us up in twenty minutes, so off to the shower.”
With a stretch, I watch as he stands up and walks to his bathroom, wishing he was completely naked. I’m still there when he returns from his quick shower with a towel around his narrow hips. He frowns disapprovingly upon seeing me. “I said, shower. Now.”
“I think I’ll wear you under my clothes,” I suggest, looking down at his cum all over my stomach.
Given how his eyes turn ravenous, I’d say he loves that idea. But forever the pragmatist, he counters my suggestion with, “If you do that, I won’t be able to focus all day. Go wash yourself, Andrea.”
“Make me,” I dare him.
I’ve watched enough animal documentaries with my abuela to know exactly what the look he gives me means. That’s why I try to roll to the other side of the bed before he even leaps forward. But he’s quicker than me, so he manages to grab my left ankle. Excitement and fear make me giggle nervously as I try to crawl away from him while he tugs. I’m no match for his strength and determination, so I end up trapped by his powerful body. His towel fell off during the struggle, so he’s all wet skin and hard muscles now. Fuck, I wish we could cancel today’s plan and stay right here all day.
Lex doesn’t even leave room for negotiation, though, as he lifts me off the bed and carries me to the bathroom. He carefully sets me down in front of the shower and gives my ass a dry slap. “Go on, Walker,” he orders. “And if you make me say it one more time, you’ll regret it.”
He doesn’t wait to see if I comply, off to the bedroom again. Just to see what he meant, I’m tempted to make him ask again. But out of respect for our hosts, I begrudgingly step into the stall.
Plus, I’m genuinely excited about today’s program, so I don’t want to miss it. And Lex is taking me on a date on Saturday anyway, so I’ll get my way with him soon.
God, I can’t wait…