27. Alexis
Frantic.
That’s all I am feeling at the moment.
Frantic to see my boyfriend after two loooong weeks apart.
Frantic to finish cleaning my apartment before my parents arrive.
Just frantic.
I’m finishing cleaning the toilet within an inch of its life when I hear my door open. “Honey! I’m home!”
With a shriek of delight, I run out of the bathroom and jump straight into Jason’s arms. Well, that’s what I was planning to do before he shoots an arm out and stops me.
“What?” The fuck, why is he laughing?
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. I want to hold you so bad, but Alexis. You’re holding the toilet brush.”
Oh.
I quickly hide it behind my back. ”Shit, sorry, I was just so excited. Can we try that again?” He pauses, looking back toward the door, then back at me. I”m nodding frantically. ”Mhmmm, yep. Like go back out in the hall, and I”ll go back into the bathroom. And when you come in, I”ll come running but without the disgusting cleaning utensil.” I keep nodding, giving him my crazy eyes, so he knows I”m not fucking around.
“Ok, I’m going. But for the record, this is a little silly.” He laughs and shakes his head. Going back out into the hall.
I race to the bathroom and drop the brush back into the toilet. I then take half a second to fluff my hair in the mirror.
The door opens and closes again. I hear him softly chuckle again before he calls out, “Honey! I’m home!” pause, “Again!”
I laugh, too, before I charge out of the bathroom and straight into his arms. We don”t even kiss at first, we just hold each other, breathing each other in.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
I tip my head back and pull him down for a kiss. Pure magic. It”s sweet at first but turns hot quickly. His hands travel down to my ass, urging me to climb him like a tree and wrap my legs around his waist. Our tongues are basically battling for supremacy before he breaks the kiss to drag his lips and teeth down the side of my neck. I moan loudly at the sensations he”s able to produce with just his teeth against my shoulder.
He takes us to the kitchen in a few strides, setting me down on the counter before stepping back. I nearly melt at the heat in his eyes, and I know mine are just as lustful.
”I am starving. I skipped lunch so I could drive straight here. So, after I eat you out, we”re going on a date, and when we get back, I”ll fuck you until you lose your voice. Sound good?”
Hot damn, I think I almost came from the dirty talk alone. I can”t even vocalize my agreement; I need him so badly. So, I just nod and begin ripping off my clothing. He chuckles a bit before coming to help me. Within moments, I”m naked on the cool countertop, and his large hand on my chest is urging me back on my elbows.
He spreads my legs and then just looks at me like I”m the most beautiful thing he”s ever seen. Before I can tell him to hurry up, he steps back up to the counter and gives me a searing kiss. Just as I start to pant again, he moves down my neck to my breasts. He spends a few minutes licking, nipping, and sucking on them, building the ache between my thighs from dull to a roar. I”m laid out fully on the counter, one hand in his hair, gripping hard, the other over my head, holding on to the counter edge for dear life.
“Jason!” I arch my back as he starts to move farther down, exactly where I need him.
“I know, baby, I’m going to make you feel so good. Just be patient.”
I can’t help the frustrated whine that escapes my lips as he pauses and pulls back again. He’s hovering over my clit, blowing cool air on it, making me so damn wet and horny I can barely think. Just when I think he’ll never stop teasing me, he finally, finally puts his mouth on me.
He starts with long, unhurried licks as if we have all the time in the world. I try to use my hips to urge him to move faster, harder, but he just evades me. I yank on his hair, frustrated, which only causes him to chuckle against my clit. Which, admittedly, felt good. Just not enough.
”Hollywood, you”re killing me. Please, I”m begging. Please let me come!” There”s so much desperation in my voice that I almost cringe. I sound so needy. But when I look down at Jason, I see the same desperation reflected back at me, and my insecurities melt away.
He lifts away from me again, and I think he”s going to continue to edge me into oblivion when he says, ”Baby, I can never say no to you. Hold on tight.”
Then he sucks so hard on my clit that I see stars while slipping two fingers inside me and rubbing my G-spot. The pleasure is white hot, and I”m bent nearly in half, crying out his name while I come.
I’m in a literal daze as he sits me up and helps me dress. He shattered me and yet, somehow, put me back together at the same time.
It’s not until we’re walking out my door that I even realize I’m no longer on the counter. “Wait? What about you?” I tug on his hand, looking pointedly at the very large bulge in his jeans.
”I told you, Doc, I”m super hungry. We”re going to eat, and then I”ll let you take care of me.”
This man.
Sometimes, he just does the darndest things.
Fuck, I love him so much.
He takes me back to Maison LaCroix. Which, by the way, don”t make a joke about LaCroix Sparkling Water while you”re there. They do not appreciate it.
Jason and I ate as if our lives depended on it, pigging out to the point that patrons were turning away in disgust. Luckily, neither of us noticed anyone snapping photos, so hopefully, we won”t wake up to any fun, quirky articles about us in the morning. I spend our whole drive home palming him through his pants, making him crazy.
We barely make it into the elevator before we”re lip-locked again. We fumble down the hall as we make our way to the door. After what feels like an eternity, he”s able to unlock it, and we tumble in.
”Alexis, baby, I need you so bad,” he hoists me up against him, and I can feel his rock-hard dick press into my belly. I need it in me now. In the blink of an eye, my clothes are off again, and he”s half undressed. My back hits the cool hardwood of my floors; we”re both so horny, we can”t even make it to one of our usual surfaces.
I don”t feel it at first because it felt too good when he enters me the first time. The force of his thrust slides my body back bumpily, and a full second later is when I feel it. That burning sensation you get when you pinch your skin with friction.
“Ouch.” I can’t even contain my reaction. That fucking hurt.
Jason pulls back, concern marring his perfect features. “Shit baby, did I push in too fast? You felt so ready.”
I”m shaking my head, ”No, Jason, it”s the floor. My skin got friction burned.” I almost regret saying anything when I see the look of pure horror and regret on his face.
“Shit, Alexis, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about that!” I slap my hand over his mouth to stop the spiral I can see building.
”Oh my god, Jason, stop. I”m ok, it”s already starting to fade. I want you just as bad.” I look around and spot his T-shirt. ”Hand me your T-shirt and get back to it. I seem to remember you promised to fuck me so hard that I wouldn”t have a voice.” I clench my inner muscles around him to drive the point home. And just like that, the lust is back in his eyes, and he”s reaching for his shirt.
T-shirt under me, he bends to give some more attention to my breasts. Once we’re both panting again, he lines back up and thrusts in hard.
Instead of staying in place, the momentum of his thrust shoves my body back, sliding me a good foot into the living room. My head connects with the leg of the small table I have at the back of my couch. Then we hear something wobbling, then tipping, then rolling, causing us both to look up and watch in horror as my mother”s favorite vase takes a dive. Are we cursed?
With agility I”ve only ever seen him exhibit on screen, Jason dives forward, catching the vase just before it hits the floor and smashes.
We both lay there for a moment in stunned silence.
And then a giggle escapes. And another. And another. Until I am laughing so hard tears are streaming out of my eyes, and my whole body shakes. After he sets the vase back where it belongs, Jason joins me in laughter.
After a minute, he gets up and pulls me up with him. But he doesn”t stop there, he proceeds to throw me over his shoulder, ignoring my squeak of surprise, and smacks my ass. Fuck, did I like that?
”We”re never doing it on the floor again, clearly.” He says, humor still in his voice. His ass is level with my face, and I don”t know what exactly puts the thought in my head, but the next thing I know, I”m taking a little nibble out of his right butt cheek.
His yelp of surprise sets off another round of giggling for me, which only gets worse when he tosses me on the bed.
“What was that for?” He pretends to be upset, rubbing his ‘sore’ ass.
I shrug, trying to look innocent while giggling. “I don’t really know. Your lil’ butt cheek just looked so juicy. I couldn’t help it.”
He twists around, attempting to look at his own ass as if he”ll see what I see. When he turns back, the mood has shifted from playful to heated. ”Listen here, you little shark, you”re going to pay for that.”
He lunges for me, and I shriek, pretending to try to get away. My upper body is halfway off the bed when he grabs my ankle and drags me over to his side. I can”t help but continue to giggle. It”s like when you and your friend are laughing in class, and the teacher gets mad at you for laughing, but for the life of you, you and your friend can”t stop.
I”m still laughing as he flips me onto my stomach, then maneuvers my hips and knees until my ass is in the air.
It”s not until I feel the sting of his hand on my left cheek that I can stop laughing and moan instead. Fuck, I liked that.
”Did you like that, Doctor?” He smooths a hand over the spot he just smacked, soothing the sting. I can only moan in response. Then his hand comes down on the other cheek, and my hips jolt back. Apparently, spanking makes me wet.
”Now, are we going to continue without further interruption?” His fingers are gliding through my wetness, teasing me as I begin to unravel again.
”Yes! Jason, I”ll be good, I promise.” I”m nodding, flexing my hands against the bedspread.
I feel him leave me, then hear the rip of a condom wrapper. I almost want to tell him not to bother. I know we’re both clean and getting pregnant doesn’t worry me. The fact that it doesn”t scare me doesn”t surprise me anymore. I”ve spent more time thinking about our future than I had for any past boyfriend combined. All I feel is excitement about the possibilities.
“Are you going to be good now and let me fuck you?” His voice is deep and silky, and I’m pretty sure we’ve both just unlocked a new kink for ourselves.
“Yes, Jason,” I plead, squirming as he slowly pumps two fingers inside me.
Without warning, he slams home, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He’s pumping hard, I can hear the smack of our skin as our bodies meet. In what feels like record time, I’m crying out as I come.
He slows a bit but doesn”t stop or come himself. I”m basically incoherent at this point, my orgasm scrambling my brains.
“Jason,” I wince, I’m so sensitive, but he won’t let up the pace. “Jason, please, it’s too much.”
He leans over, his body covering my back; lips, and teeth snatching at my earlobe. A moan escapes from me when his teeth scrape against the soft skin.
“What did I tell you? You’re going to come again. And then again and again until you can’t speak. Do you understand?”
Oh fuck, why is that so hot? I find myself nodding, and he lifts himself back up. He adjusts my body, pushing my chest farther down into the mattress. The shift in angle isn’t huge, but it somehow completely changes what I’m feeling as he continues to thrust, picking up his pace.
Soon I’m chanting his name. My voice is cracking, I might not completely lose it, but I will be hoarse for hours. One of his hands snakes around and pinches my clit. And I see stars for the second time tonight. The pleasure of release is almost too much. My limbs feel electrified. I cry out so loud that my ears are ringing. Behind me, I feel Jason buck erratically as he comes, shouting my name. As we both come down, he slowly flattens me out, his body lying on top of mine. His weight is comforting, instead of crushing, and suddenly I”m drowsy.
He leaves me briefly to take care of the condom before returning to bed. My muscles are liquid, I”m so sated I barely crack an eye when he literally hoists me up, so I”m no longer across the short way on the bed and am instead lying in his arms. One of his hands strokes my exposed upper arm.
“That,” I say, poking him in his pec, his beautiful, beautiful pec that I am now wanting to bite, just like his ass. But I resist. Barely. “That was phenomenal, Hollywood.” He chuckles into my hair, his breath tickling my scalp.
”Couldn”t have said it better myself, Doc. Don”t fall asleep, though, I”m not done with you yet.”
And boy, he sure wasn’t.