Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
I CAN BARELY MOVE, MY body still thrumming, little aftershocks fluttering through me. Alex lingers a moment longer, pressing a final, chaste kiss to my throbbing center.
“You made me come,” I say in disbelief.
“You let your guard down.” He picks up our joined hands, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of mine.
A triumphant grin takes over my face. “I guess I did.” Still between my thighs, he gives me a lopsided smile as he stands. I sit up, reaching for his belt. “Now I’m gonna make you come.”
With a sultry laugh, he says, “Not too fast.”
I yank the tab from the buckle. “We’ll see.”
But right before I can slide the thick leather free, he stills my hands. “We’re still not rushing,” he says.
I smile innocently, raking my nails down his bare chest, and he groans, a low rumble that shoots straight between my legs. I drop down to my knees, tearing at his belt, then unzip his black slacks, yanking them down.
He chuckles. “Glad to see you’re taking it slow.”
“Well, I can see you’re ready.” I stroke his hard length through his boxers, and he grunts, throwing his head back.
“I’ve been ready since that day you spilled your dildos in the quad.”
My hand freezes, and I look up at him through my lashes. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah,” he growls. “Especially when you tackled me. Took every ounce of self-control not to kiss you right there.”
The confession turns my body to jelly. I press a kiss to the beautiful twin sharp lines disappearing into his boxers, first the right, then the left. Then I ease the soft fabric down and bite my lip.
Holy. Shit.
Hopefully he doesn’t remember that jab I took about him never seeing a giant dick before. Because—
“You know I still think about that small dick joke you made,” he says as I run my fingers along his smooth skin, giving him a long, hard stroke. He’s so unbelievably heavy in my hand. And thick.
“Don’t worry, I’m the one who came out with egg on my face.” I grip him tighter, running my thumb along the sensitive ridge under his tip.
Air hisses between his teeth as he sucks in a sharp breath. “You keep doing that, and you’re gonna have more than just egg on your face.”
“Is that a promise?” I lean forward, swirling my tongue, and I’m rewarded by the tormented gasp that escapes him.
I relax my jaw, taking him all the way, gagging slightly as he hits the back of my throat.
His knees buckle as his fingers flex, tangling in my hair. “Fuck, June.”
Mmm. That’s right. It’s my name on his lips. I’m the one who’s going to drive him to the brink. I’m going to make Alex Cardoso absolutely lose control.
I bob my head, setting a rhythm that is anything but slow, soft sucking sounds filling the room. Then I snake my hands up the backs of his thighs, positioning them on his perfect ass, and squeeze, using it as leverage while I take him deeper. A string of strangled grunts spills from his throat.
“June. June.” His grip tightens in my hair, and I can tell by the way his legs are trembling that he’s right on the edge.
But then, he draws back.
My mouth makes a loud pop as I lift my head. “You’re not going to let your guard down for me?”
His eyes flutter. “I am. But not until I’m inside you.”
My core turns molten. “I’m not on birth control. Just so you know.”
“I have condoms.” He lifts me to my feet, pressing his body against mine as he kisses a hot trail down my neck. “And I know you do, too. I was jealous as fuck when you dropped your purse in my class and they spilled out.”
A rush of exhilaration tingles inside me. I can’t believe I managed to make Alex jealous. I always have condoms on me, just in case. Not that I’ve ever used them spontaneously.
But I can’t pass up the opportunity to tease him.
“The day you told me we were just colleagues?” I arch an eyebrow.
He grips my hips, guiding me two steps backward to the bed. “And then asked you to stay after class to clear that up.”
The corner of my mouth quirks up. “When you said we were just friends?”
He presses a scorching kiss under the hinge of my jaw as he lays me down. “I never said just.”
Before I can reply, his lips crash against mine, fierce and demanding. I wrap my legs around his waist and gasp as his rock-hard cock slides against my entrance. Every cell in my body is begging me to guide him in. But I fight the urge, my entire body screaming in protest.
“Condom,” I breathe, forcing my hips away from him.
He reaches into his nightstand, tearing a foil packet off the long pack. Holy shit, there must be at least forty.
And now I have my own pang of jealousy. “Someone’s been busy.”
“Just got these.” He leans on his side, rolling the condom down before hovering back above me.
“The night we got home from our road trip.” He brushes the hair off my forehead, then cups my jaw, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
“It felt like there was something between us, but I didn’t know if it was all in my head. I was hoping you felt it, too.”
He bought these for me. A burst of heat warms me from the inside out, pure bliss rushing from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.
He’s damn right I felt it. My hand drifts between us, and I grip his hard length, guiding him back to my center.
His jaw twitches, and that smile—god, that gorgeous smile—creeps up.
Then he leans down, capturing my lips with his.
I moan into his mouth, desperate and urgent, and finally, finally, he gives me what I want.
What I’ve been aching for. His hips flex, and slowly, he pushes into me.
The fullness steals my breath as my body adjusts to him, the sublime pressure already building in my core.
And then he rocks his hips.
I break our kiss, throwing my head back.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He drops down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, thrusting deeper into me, drawing helpless pants out of me with every stroke. “God, yes, keep those sounds coming, June.”
The words melt my insides.
“Alex …” His name is a plea on my lips as I drag him closer, clawing at his back, tightening my legs around his hips. He answers with a deep groan that reverberates against my throat as he drives into me over and over, the pleasure coiling tight inside me, desperate for release.
I close my eyes, getting lost in the unmatched sensations. His delicious weight on top of me. His hot skin pressed flush against mine. His sultry grunts against my shoulder.
He tilts up suddenly, searching my eyes. “Is it good for you?”
I nod assuredly, angling my hips to enthusiastically meet every thrust. But I know what he’s really asking.
And as skilled and attentive as he is, I know I’m not going to come again until I can go home and grab my vibe.
But that’s okay. Alex already tipped me over the edge once, which is something no one else has ever done before.
Even if I don’t have another big O, this is still the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
Alex’s forehead creases in concentration as he studies me, his movements slowing. “But are you gonna …?” He trails off, no doubt already figuring it out.
I squeeze my eyes shut, shame spilling over me. I hate that I’m disappointing him. Because I know how much he wants to get me off again. And I don’t want this to be on him when it’s clearly a me thing.
He leans up, and my eyes spring open as he sits back on his knees, tugging me forward.
I attempt to sit up, but he presses his large palm to my chest, holding me down.
The unspoken command sends blistering heat rolling through me.
Then he guides my legs up his chest, resting my ankles on his shoulders.
When he moves again, he shifts his hips up.
And, oh. My. God.
An involuntary yelp leaves my throat as an untapped level of pleasure zings through me. “What are you doing?” I pant as he hits that magic spot again, stars speckling my field of vision.
“Aren’t you a sex teacher?” He grins, lifting my hips higher.
I can’t even respond. All I can do is press my upper back into the mattress and try to survive as he delivers thrust after earth-shattering thrust.
“Group projects were last week,” he bites out, the words punctuated with each drive of his hips. “One was all about the G spot. I took some notes.”
Fuck. Me.
A wicked grin spans his face. “I am.”
Guess I said that aloud.
But I don’t have time to feel self-conscious because his eyes darken, and he licks his thumb, bringing it between us. I gasp as he presses it to my throbbing center, stroking me into oblivion.
That unmistakable heat spirals low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter, a breath away from snapping.
In a gravelly rasp, he says, “You ready to come for me, June?”
The words push me over the edge. The low timbre in his voice, the heat in his gaze.
My eyes slam shut as I thrash in his grip, a guttural moan breaking free from the innermost part of my core.
“Fuck, yes, that’s the sound.” He drives into me, his thrusts erratic and frenzied as his fingers bite into my hips, broken pants leaving his throat.
I’m still quivering around him when he lowers my legs back down and leans forward, sliding his hands under my back and scooping me into his arms.
Our gazes meet and the entire world slows around us.
There’s a quiet vulnerability in his eyes, and for a brief moment, I see a flash of his younger self.
The boy I had no idea was secretly insecure.
Who for some inexplicable reason thought he wasn’t good enough for me.
I bring my hand to his chest, his heart pounding under my touch, and he closes his eyes, brushing his lips against mine.
He thrusts once, twice, then buries his face against my neck, a primal sound tearing out of him as he throbs inside me.
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close as we ride the last of the waves together.