Chapter 20 #2
His movements slow, and he lifts his head, a shy smile playing at his lips.
I brush away some of the hair matted to his forehead, and he leans forward, giving me a soft kiss.
I feel so unbelievably full, like every part of me has been filled to the brim and is spilling over with pure euphoria.
Then he lowers me to the bed, whispering that he’ll be right back.
A few moments later, he slides behind me, pulling me into his embrace and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. His arm drapes over my waist in a secure hold, and a soothing calm washes over me, like he’s my very own weighted blanket.
My eyes flutter closed, and for the first time since that night at the lodge, I let go.
I wake to soft lips on the back of my neck and a velvety stroke of fingers on my bare hip. Alex is curled behind me, his cool breath on my skin making me shiver and snuggle closer against him.
“I hate to do this, but I need to get to class,” he says, pressing one final kiss to my shoulder. I groan in protest, and he chuckles. “I know. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He casts the covers aside, and I turn to face him, stealing an indulgent view of his backside as he slips from the bed.
“You should shower first,” I say, cocooning into the fluffy blankets. “Don’t want your students knowing what you just did … with your colleague.” I wink.
He eyes me mischievously, then tears the covers away. I squeal as he grabs my legs, tugging me to the edge of the bed.
“You’d better shower with me, then.” He bends down, easily picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
“Alex!” I yelp, giggling as he strides down the hall and sets me next to the expansive walk-in shower.
Endless rows of sea glass tiles gleam in the bright morning light, illuminating the space in an aqua glow.
“Wow, there really is enough room in here for two people. Maybe three,” I say under my breath.
“It’s only ever been me in here,” he says, slipping his arm around my waist. “Until now.” He leans in, kissing me long and slow, and everything else melts away.
After a few moments, he pulls back, a goofy grin tugging at his lips as he twists the faucet.
Streams of water rain down, clouds of mist filling the air.
He takes my hand, guiding me in, then walks me backward, pinning me against the rear wall.
A chill rushes through me as my skin comes in contact with the cold tiles, a harsh contrast to the steaming water flowing over us.
His hand drifts down between my thighs, encouraging me to spread my legs. Does he seriously think he can go for three? One was already record-breaking; two was an absolute miracle. But three?
“Alex …” I tip my head back, and he drags his lips down my throat.
“Just one more,” he mumbles against my neck.
I’m not about to turn down the offer. I tilt my hips, opening myself up to him, and moan as he slips a finger inside me. My knees buckle, and his other hand slides around my waist, keeping me upright as he adds a second digit.
My eyes flutter as my body melds into submission, chasing the curl of his fingers, the gentle rock of his palm.
His throbbing erection grazes my thigh, begging to be stroked.
I don’t consider myself a dick aficionado, but Alex’s is absolute perfection.
The perfect length, the perfect thickness, skin as soft as silk covering every generous inch of steely hardness.
All I want to do is drop to my knees and take him in my mouth again.
But what he’s doing with his fingers feels too good, so I wrap my hand around him instead.
With a deep groan, he leans into my touch, bracing his hand flat against the wall above me, his lips finding mine. We move in tandem, a slow, erotic dance. His fingers hit that magic spot inside me again, the mind-blowing pressure making the world spin.
I whimper, no longer merely open to the possibility of a third orgasm, but absolutely ravenous for it. I tighten my grip on him and quicken my pace while grinding against his hand, begging for more.
And, god, does he deliver.
He drives me higher and higher, reaching a new level of intensity I’ve never felt before, not even when I’ve been alone.
I cry out, my breath breaking off in frantic grunts as his fingers plunge against that perfect spot. My legs tremble, barely able to keep my body upright.
“Fuck, that’s it, June. Let go. I’ve got you,” he whispers over and over. He cradles me in his grasp, one hand around my waist, the other unrelenting inside of me.
The tremors tear through me like a tsunami. My legs give out, but he catches me instantly. I bury my head against his chest, my body convulsing in his arms as a flood of wetness gushes between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, his cock tensing in my tight grip, hot spurts of his release pulsing against my abdomen. “Fuck, June. Fuck.”
I lift my head, my body still buzzing like a live wire. “Did I just …”
No. I couldn’t possibly have. There’s no way—
“Fuck yeah, you did.” He shakes his head in astonishment. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
My mouth falls open.
Alex Cardoso made me come. Not once, not twice, but three times. The third time so powerfully, he made me squirt.
And he thought it was … hot. The hottest thing he’s ever seen. In his life.
I must be dreaming.
Slowly, he brings his fingers to his lips. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” My jaw gapes further as he sucks them clean, pulling them out with a slick pop. He eyes me wildly. “Have you ever done that before?”
I let out a shy laugh, tucking a mass of hair behind my ear. “Definitely not.”
“So fucking hot,” he rasps, leaning down and ravishing my mouth with his. An involuntary moan escapes me as his tongue mingles with mine, the sweet taste taking me by surprise. The unmistakable evidence of his renewed arousal presses firmly against my stomach, and I choke on my breath.
“You’re already hard again?”
With a sultry laugh, he says, “After that? I think I’m going to be hard for the rest of my life.”
My skin flushes as a wave of heat creeps up my neck.
“God, you’re beautiful when you blush.” His nails skate down my back, making my nipples tighten. “You’re always beautiful.”
His words wrap around my heart like a coiling vine covered in vivid blooms. He leans in to kiss me again just as an electronic alarm fills the space.
He mutters a curse, dropping his head. “I have to get to class.”
Right. We have lives that exist outside this shower.
Quickly, we rinse off. Alex steps out first, shaking out a fluffy blue towel and holding it open for me.
Gingerly, he drapes it around me, running his hands up and down my arms, a soft smile playing at his lips.
Something clenches tight in my chest. No one has ever toweled me off like this before, with so much care. Not even when I was little.
“There you go,” he says with one final squeeze against my biceps, and my eyes tingle with a well of emotion. “Woah, are you okay?” His brow furrows, concern seeping into his gaze.
I shrug out of the towel, letting it fall to the ground, and step forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. When my lips meet his, the kiss isn’t charged with passion or ecstasy or lust. It’s something else entirely.
Something that scares the ever-living shit out of me.
I’m falling hard for Alex Cardoso.