Chapter 28
She’s gorgeous, all flushed and eager, with the vibrator clutched in her hand, asking to make me come. Fuck, yes!
I spear my fingers into her hair, tumbling the bun down into waves, and pull her in for a wet kiss. She curls her tongue around mine, sucking on it before sliding her lips down my jawline, my neck, and over my chest, flicking the nipple ring.
“What made you get this?” she murmurs, her mouth not leaving me.
I’m already on edge with her naked and plastered against me, the ache burning to be satisfied. “Just something I wanted when I got my first tattoo.”
“You fascinate me,” she says, teasing another flick to my nipple that pulls out a groan.
“You’re all these contrasting pieces that work in perfect harmony. You’re raw, sexy, and tatted like the quintessential bad boy but also nerdy and corny, charming and funny with the kindest heart. I like all the parts of you, Chaz. Everything about you is stimulating.”
“Oh yeah?” I slip my hand between her legs, discovering the truth of her words. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“I want to get you wet too,” she says in a sultry voice and flips on the switch, making the vibrator buzz in her hand.
God, this woman. I pick up the remote and set it to the vibration I like. “Move it around my cock.”
“Like this?” she asks, teasing my nipple with her tongue as she touches the vibrator to my shaft. The pulse races up my spine.
“That’s good, baby.”
“I don’t want good. I want it to be fantastic.” She takes me in her other hand, her soft palm adding a firm, warm pressure.
“Yeah.” I groan. “Feels so much better when you’re touching me too.”
“I get that. It was the same for me.”
Lust grips my balls tight, watching those elegant fingers wrapped around the upper portion of my cock, jacking me up and down while she runs the vibrator around the base.
But when she envelops the head in her mouth, my hips jerk forward, and I grab a fistful of her hair just to keep me anchored. “Fuck!”
She laps the tip with lush sweeps of her tongue, drowning me in liquid heat. It’s intense, spiking my blood as she works her mouth on me, licking and sucking. Tasting. Running the vibrator along the length and then around the slit before taking me fully into her mouth.
“You suck me so good. Like that, baby, take it all in. Fuck me hard with that pretty mouth,” I rasp between gasping breaths and uncontrollable groans.
She’s undoing me by the second. Tracing the bulging veins with her tongue.
Her hair spills around my lap, brushing across my stomach, her lips sliding over me.
She sucks the crown, then runs her mouth down me again.
I fight the urge to thrust upward and hit the back of her throat.
Before I fucking lose it, I pull her head up.
She blinks at me, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Baby, I was about to shoot down your throat.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t want to come that way this time.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“To put my cock against your pussy and come together.”
“Yes.” Her moan is as desperate as mine.
I lube up the vibrator and, with her eager consent, slide it inside her, watching the inches disappear with envy. “How’s that?”
“So good,” she moans, and then moans louder when I give it a little buzz.
I watch it vibrating inside her before positioning us on our sides, facing each other. She drapes one leg over my thigh and I notch my pulsing cock between her lower lips. Swamped by her heat and wetness, I press closer.
“How are you always this warm and soft?” I ask, kissing her lips.
“Because of you,” she murmurs, her arms wrapping around my neck, her hands in my hair. “You drive away all the cold. With you, I feel like a flower in spring, blooming, coming alive.”
My heart twists and turns in my chest. “There was this darkness in me before you came along. You light me up, Blue. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Neither have I.” Her mouth opens, and her tongue traces my bottom lip. “Love me, Chaz. Make us come together.”
Her words echo inside me, and everything else breaks free.
I thrust against her, and Lexie makes a throaty sound.
The eye contact adds to the intensity. Her expression heats as I stroke up and down that wet strip, every slide working us into a firestorm.
The vibrator hums inside her, reverberating between us.
My hands slide along the back of her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her tighter.
She writhes against me. So close. It’s in the way her eyes slip out of focus, in the way her moans turn to whimpers, in how choppy her breath gets.
I’m learning her body, how to make it respond, and I’m learning her heart too.
I rub against her faster, the friction raining sparks down my spine, the pressure about to tear the roof off.
Our gazes lock through the heavy air as we rock and grind together, muscles straining.
As much as I want to be inside her, to feel her surrounding me, squeezing me, I can wait until she’s ready.
I love being a part of her exploration—her discovery. I love her.
She gasps when I hit a spot, her leg tightening around my hip. I do it again, and her eyes roll as she works herself along my cock.
“You’re drenching me, baby. Let go. I’ve got you, Blue.”
Another few strokes against her clit, and she comes sobbing my name.
“Fucking beautiful.” I surge against her, my mouth on hers—wild and savage. I fuck against her like a madman; the pleasure boiling inside me is too much to contain. I still, for one breath-stealing moment of complete surrender, and come hard, shooting all over her quivering pussy.
“Christ, Blue.”
“My thoughts exactly.” She sighs. “I didn’t know I could have one orgasm, never mind four in one night.”
“I want to give you more.”
“I want to give you more too.”
“Sounds like we’ll be busy then.”
“Good busy.” I feel her lips curve against my skin as she hugs me to her.
I lift my head and nuzzle her nose, pushing her hair away from her face. I itch to give her those three significant words, but they can wait just a little longer. I want to express them in a way that shows her the depth of my heart.
“Come rinse off with me.” I separate our sticky bodies, smeared with my semen.
When I turn off the vibrator and slip it from her folds, she slides her fingers through my come and rubs it over her pussy lips.
I pause, riveted to her.
“It’s thick and warm,” she whispers, her eyes not leaving mine as she spreads it lower and pushes it inside of her. “I want to keep a piece of you with me.”
At thirty-four, getting hard again after an orgasm isn’t instant like when I was twenty, but my boy rises to the occasion.
“Impressive,” she teases, with her sperm-coated fingers still between her legs.
“I’ll show you impressive,” I say, hauling her up and carting her off to the bathroom.
After gliding our soapy hands all over each other, doing more than just washing up, she dresses in another of my sweatshirts. I make her a decaf latte, and we take it down to the studio. Once she’s settled on the loveseat, I grab my guitar and pull up a chair across from her.
“I remember the first day I saw you playing,” she says, tilting her head in reflection. “I got all fluttery.”
Her admission has me entirely seduced and ready for this. “Let’s see if I can make you fluttery again.”