Chapter Twenty-Three Cord
Twenty-Three
Cord
Allegra doesn’t answer. Instead, she pushes me so I’m lying flat on my back. It’s an unexpectedly sexy move. “Condoms?”
I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a shiny foil packet.
She takes it from me, opening it and covering my cock. My eyes flutter at her touch and I force myself to not buck in her grip, to not spill all over her hand.
Allegra straddles my hips and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, this ready before. But there’s something uncertain in the small smile she gives me.
I reach up, cupping her cheek, stroking along the length of her jaw. “Giving you pleasure brings me pleasure, Allegra. I want to watch you take that pleasure for yourself. However it feels good for you is going to feel incredible for me.”
She nods, a little more confidence in her next smile.
I take my dick in my hand, notching it at her entrance. She’s so warm and wet and I can’t stifle the groan that escapes me as she slowly lowers herself over me.
It takes a full minute before I’m fully seated inside her, and we let out matching groans. She doesn’t move for a few seconds, and I relish being buried deep within her perfect body.
“Look at me, Slippers.”
Her hazel eyes meet mine and there’s a hint of wetness shining there. But I know it’s not sadness, because I feel it too. This overwhelming sensation of this being right where I am meant to be.
She plants her hands on my chest and swivels her hips. I suck in a sharp breath as she repeats the motion. Our eyes stay locked, and our pleasure stays synced.
I slide my hands over her thighs, gripping her hips. My thumb grazes over her clit and she gasps. I want to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. “This okay?”
She nods, her hips continuing to roll over me while I continue to stroke her clit.
I can tell when her orgasm starts to build and thank fucking god because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
She starts to tighten around me and I know she’s close.
I cup her breast with my free hand. Her nipples are pink and slightly swollen and it doesn’t take more than a few soft pinches before she throws her head back, her breaths coming in short pants, her pussy squeezing my cock and driving me to the edge.
“Do you think you can come with me?” she chokes out.
“If I feel you coming on my cock, I won’t be able to hold back.” I’m fighting for my life, waiting for that final release to take her before I let go.
“Good.”
She increases her pace, moving over me faster. My hips begin to buck underneath her, thrusting deeper until she cries out my name, letting the orgasm pull her under.
“Allegra, fuck fuck fuck.” I grasp her hips, my fingers digging into her skin. I explode inside her, coming harder and longer than I thought possible.
Her hips continue their swivel, slow and easy as we both come down.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. She buries her face in my neck, breathing in deeply.
“Did you just lick me?” I keep her pressed close to me, even as the sensation of her tongue dancing over my skin makes me shiver.
“Yup. You taste as good as you look.”
I laugh, one hand stroking her back while the other moves to tangle itself in her hair. “That was incredible.”
“That was beyond incredible.” She twines her arms around my neck, and I hope she stays here in my lap, in my arms, forever.
“Will you stay tonight?”
I wait for her to tell me that she can’t. That she has to wake up early for rehearsal or class and she needs to go home and sleep so she can be at her best for ballet. But instead, she surprises me.
“Of course.”
We take a minute to clean up. I’m back in bed before she is and when she exits the bathroom and slides under the comforter, snuggling into my side, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I kiss the top of her head. She kisses the spot on my chest right where my heart beats.
And we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Her alarm goes off at six a.m., a rather rude awakening to a pleasant night’s sleep.
My arm is wrapped around her waist and I pull her into me after she hits snooze. “It is way too early for that shit.”
She groans, nestling into my embrace. “I know, but I need to go back to my apartment and change. Then I need to get a workout in before class at nine.”
“There’s a gym here, you know.” My grip on her tightens and my hips press into the round curve of her butt, letting her feel how hard I already am for her.
“Please do not tell me you know a much more fun way to burn some calories.”
I laugh. “I meant there’s an actual gym here in the building, but I’m also down for a more creative workout if you’re up for it.” I trail my mouth along her neck, my teeth nibbling her sensitive skin.
She fights it for a second, but it doesn’t take long for her to press back against me, for her hand to snake around and bury itself in my hair.
But when the snooze goes off, she slides out of my embrace and climbs out of bed.
Posed in the bed like the hero on the cover of a romance novel, the sheet draped over my hips, tenting my arousal, I watch her hunt around the room for her clothes. She does everything she can not to look at me, escaping into the en suite bathroom to change as I concede defeat.
While she’s changing, I force myself out of bed and slip into a pair of gray sweatpants. Heading into the kitchen, I start the coffee and try to keep myself from grinning like the absolute besotted fool I am.
Allegra emerges from the bathroom, her hair pulled back, her eyes bright.
“Coffee?” I hold up the freshly brewed pot.
She nods and I hand her the travel mug I’ve poured for her, assuming she needs to make a quick exit to keep her schedule on track.
I don’t want to let her go; I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her straight back to bed, but I promised I would respect her schedule and I can’t very well break that promise our first morning together.
“Do you have a show tonight?” she asks, sipping carefully from the steaming mug.
“Not on Sundays. What’s your schedule like for the day?”
“I’m going to go home and change, get a quick workout in, then go to class.”
I know from experience that there aren’t official classes or rehearsals on Sundays, just as I know how directors keep a watchful eye on who shows up for non-mandatory meetings. It doesn’t surprise me that Allegra shows up even when she doesn’t have to.
Still, I hope that doesn’t mean she can’t find time for me today. “Can we meet up when you’re done?”
She hesitates, and I see those arguments bouncing around inside her head. I want to show her that we can do this, that I am supportive of her needs.
I set my mug on the counter, my hands landing on her waist and pulling her to me. “How about I take you out for dinner? I’ll come to your neighborhood and I promise I won’t try to score an invite back to your place after.”
She smiles. “What if I want to invite you back to my place after?”
I nuzzle her neck, my mouth finding the sensitive spot at her pulse point. “Then I will come over and deliver as many orgasms as you’d like and then leave you to sleep in peace.” Somehow, I think we both know that’s not how it would go down, pun intended, but we can pretend.
“Okay fine. But I’m only agreeing to dinner. No orgasms.”
I trace my tongue over the exposed edge of her collarbone. “What if I can’t keep my hands off of you at dinner? I might have to slip my fingers under your skirt, tease the edge of your panties. Will you wear lace ones again?”
Her breath hitches in her chest. “I’m gonna wear pants.”
I dot a line of kisses up her neck and along her jaw. “But if you do that, I can’t take you into the restaurant bathroom, bend you over the counter, and fuck you while you watch in the mirror.”
She fumbles setting her mug down on the counter, her hands cupping my jaw and bringing our mouths together. “You’re terrible,” she mutters into my lips before tugging me against her, our tongues sliding over each other.
I sense when she’s on the verge of capitulating and dragging me back to the bedroom. I choose that moment to pull away. Her eyes are bright and her lips, swollen. I give her a wicked smile. “I’ll see you tonight, Slippers.”
It takes a minute for her to focus, and then her cry is indignant. “You did that on purpose!”
I shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I pick up my mug and take a calm sip, like I wasn’t just about to take her on the kitchen counter. “You should get going. I don’t want you to be late to class.”
She turns on her heel, ready to huff out of the kitchen, but she pauses to press a single soft kiss to my lips. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” I flash her a wink. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Our date is canceled.” She grabs her purse and heads for the door.
“Sure thing,” I say with a laugh.
I spend my day thinking about her, fighting the urge to slip into the bathroom and bring up those photos on my phone, get myself off to the memory of the way she rode me, of her taste on my tongue. I manage to restrain myself, but just barely.
I’m waiting outside her front door at seven and even though I buzz at the door to come up to her apartment, she bounds down the stairs and out to the sidewalk a few seconds later, like she was standing by the door waiting for me.
She’s dressed in a floral print sundress, a jean jacket slung over her arm in case it gets cold. Her hair is down and slightly wavy, her face bright with a wide smile.
I greet her with a chaste kiss, the two of us grinning like utter fools when we part. Slipping her hand into mine, I tug her down the sidewalk. “Come on, I found a cute spot for us to try.”
“A cute spot, huh?”
I bump her hip with mine. “You heard me. How was class?”
“It was good. Sundays are usually pretty casual since they’re not mandatory.”