Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Mollie
Alex kisses me in the backseat of the car, and I melt into him with a moan. Curling my hands around his neck, I breathe him in. Cedar, clean soap, and sandalwood. The way he smells, coupled with the faintly sweet taste of his tongue laving mine, almost undoes me.
"Fuck," he mutters. He dips me back, his lips moving down my neck, each one a burning brand that I will never forget as long as I live.
"I can't wait to get you home so I can strip this dress off and French kiss your pussy." He sucks on my neck at the juncture of my shoulder, sure to leave a mark. I glance at the driver, aware that Alex and I aren't exactly alone.
“Wait.” I put a hand to his chest. “Are you okay? I saw you arguing with your dad back there.”
He grimaces. “My dad brought my ex as his date. And she had a ring on her finger. Apparently they’re getting married.”
“What?” My jaw drops. “Wait, back up. Tell me everything from the start.”
“I don’t really want to think about that right now.” His lips dip to myyneck again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Not when I’m touching you, Molls. Can the questions wait?”
“Yes, but—” He kisses right between my breasts, licking a line up my cleavage. My eyes land on the partition.
This is a bad idea for several reasons, among them that we’re not alone and that this seems to be Alex using sex as a distraction from his life.
“Shh.” As if he knows exactly what I'm thinking, Alex says, "Don't worry, Freckles. The driver’s paid for discretion. And we're almost home."
“Okay.” My lips tip upward. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.” He tugs one stiff cup of my dress down and sucks on my nipple.
Slipping my hand down, I cup the sizeable bulge that I find there.
He moans slightly, his big hand cupping my free breast. I throw my head back; it feels like there are fiery lines connecting my mouth, my breasts, my thighs, and my pussy.
When he so much as brushes his touch over one of the lines, they all give a slight tug.
A slight tendril of dampness unfurls between my thighs. I want nothing more than to push Alex's head down there, or mount him and fuck him like a wild stallion.
Seems like we're skipping a few steps, but I don't even care. I want Alex, right now, in the worst way.
We are forced to stop because we arrive at the curb outside the marina.
Alex thanks the driver, slips him a wad of cash, then hurries me out of the car.
He pushes me in front of him as he punches in the security code at the gate.
Kissing my neck from behind, he steadies me as he guides me down the dock and up to the front door.
I squeal with delight and surprise as he picks me up and carries me inside.
Gordie perks up, watching us, as Alex drops me on the couch and hikes up my skirt.
I kick off my shoes, too intent on stripping my sweater off to notice Alex ripping my white thong off my body until it happens.
"Alex!" I scold.
He doesn't look a bit sorry. "I'll get you another, Freckles."
The living room is dark, except for the light off the water coming through the big windows. They move in slow lines across the ceiling. The whole house is quiet, except for us.
And then he's pressing my thighs apart. There's a flash of awkward embarrassment at being completely exposed to him.
But he spreads his big hands out on my inner thighs, moaning as he takes in the pink gleam of my pussy.
"Your scent is killing me. Like vanilla and lemons and sweetness.
" He drags his fingertip up my seam, his excitement evident by the gleam in his eyes.
"Fuck, Mollie. Look at how wet you are already. "
His fingertip is slick with the evidence of my arousal. I moan at this, especially when he pins me with his gaze and pops his finger in his mouth, groaning.
"So fucking good." He offers me his fingertip, and I dart my tongue out. I taste myself, sweet with a little bit of electric charge. And his skin, too. It's the taste of us combined that makes me flutter my eyes closed.
"Good?"
I jerk a nod. "So good," I breathe.
"Tell me what you want." He tightens his grip on my inner thigh and I look at him. "Use your words, Freckles. Tell me that you want me to eat your pussy."
"Oh god." Something tightens in my chest. "I want you to..." I gulp. "Eat my pussy, Alex."
His eyes darken with desire as he pushes me up on the couch, and begins to kiss my inner thighs. My muscles contract under his kiss, and I moan at the brush of his lips over my sensitive skin. For a minute, he just nibbles and licks my thighs, making me squirm under his attention. My clit throbs.
"Alex!"
He shushes me. "I'm getting there. This is my first time with my mouth on your pussy, so I'm going to take my time with you. Make you want it."
A laugh bursts past my lips. "As if I don't want you enough already."
Alex glances up at me from between my thighs, smirking. "I know you do, honey. I promise I'm going to make you scream."
Then he goes back to kissing and licking my thighs, my lips, my seam. I can't seem to stay still, so he grips my thighs harder, his tongue dipping into my center.
"Oh god. Alex... that feels so good," I pant.
Dragging his tongue straight up, he swirls it in a circle around my clit. My hips rock against his face. My eyes widen. "Oh shit. Oh god."
Alex does it again, then fastens his hot lips over my clit and sucks, fast and hard.
My eyes roll up in my head as my hips snap against him, thrusting in time with his needy sucks.
Then he slides his hand close, filling my slickness with two incredibly long fingers, motioning in a come-hither gesture.
"Fuck!" I cry out, burying my hands in his silky dark hair. "Alex!"
His fingers find a place on my inner wall that makes everything shimmer and glow.
At the same time, he scrapes his teeth gently against my clit, and then sucks hard.
I catch fire, shattering, as my pussy convulses and grips his fingers like a vise.
He growls against my flesh, and keeps licking me through my orgasm until I’m spent and push his head away.
It's only then that I realize I've wet his face and soaked his hand. I suck in a breath and giggle as he moves up to my mouth, kissing me.
"That was amazing," I whisper against his lips.
"Mm." He hasn't withdrawn his hand and starts to gently move his fingers. "Think you can give me another?"
"Yes," I answer honestly. "But it's your turn."
Alex gauges me, licking his still-damp lips. "This is about making you feel good, Freckles. Don't worry about me."
“Do you want to talk about your feelings seeing your dad? Or would you rather get your dick sucked?” I ask, fluttering my lashes. “Either is fine with me.”
“Jesus, Molls. You’re killing me. We’re supposed to be going slow.”
I huff. “I don’t want to go slow tonight. I want to move our relationship forward, either emotionally or sexually. Which is it going to be?”
He cups my face. “I’m not ready to talk about my dad yet. It takes me a while to process.”
I soften. “That’s okay.” Kissing Alex’s lips, I wiggle, pulling him down onto the couch with me. Then I brush my fingertips over the massive erection tenting his slacks. "You agreed to teach me. I want to know everything. Don't you think that I deserve to learn how to make a man feel good?"
He growls. "I don't want you learning how to suck someone else's dick."
“No? Only yours?” I brush his cock again. “I’d really like to try.”
"Fuckkkk." Alex kisses me hard, moaning when our tongues twine. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?"
"Good." I hop off the couch, then straddle him. He sits up and pulls my dress up over my head, rips off my bra. Then he unknots the tie hanging loosely around his neck.
I unbutton his shirt, open it, and spread my fingers over his chest. "You're gorgeous, Alex. You take my breath away."
He captures my lips, his hands finding my hair. I push him back on the couch, grinding down on his cock. It feels huge, and hot to the touch through his dress pants.
I wasn't lying. I am excited to learn about dicks. I've given two hand jobs in my life and both were disappointingly tepid affairs. It’s not that I didn’t try. I did. But overall, I found them pretty disappointing. Thank god the whole event never lasted long.
But now I eagerly unbutton Alex's pants. My anticipation is a living thing as I shape his stiff dick through his white boxer briefs.
"Freckles." His voice is gone to gravel. "Please."
I wiggle his pants down his hips with a gleeful smile. "Didn't you just tell me to be patient?"
"If I could go back in time and shut the fuck up, I would."
I slide his underwear down his hips, and his cock springs free, slapping his stomach. I touch it with curious fingers. It's pink, impressively veined, and big enough that I genuinely wonder how he plans to get it inside my pussy. It's like two Coke cans stacked end to end.
I grip his cock, watching his face as I start to stroke it up and down, varying the pressure and speed. "Show me how you like it, Hotshot."
He makes a frustrated sound and puts his hand over my own, tightening my hand a little and speeding up my strokes. "Just like that."
Tossing my hair, I lean down and give the tip a lick. He hisses, his cock moving to chase my lips. There's precum leaking from the tip, and I sample that too, the salty liquid rearranging some critical pieces in my brain. I go back for a second taste.
"Put your mouth on it," he urges. His voice is broken and rough, something I've never heard before. Licking my lips, I jerk his cock in my fist and suck the head of his dick into my mouth.
"Fuck. That's right. Take your hand away and spit on my cock to get it ready."
His instructions send a ripple through my core. I lick my lips and spit on his cock, then stretch my lips around his head.
"Fuuuuck." His hands are tight in my hair, and he gently begins to control my head, bobbing me up and down. His hips start thrusting as he stares at me, hyperfocused on where his cock disappears past my lips.
"That's so fucking good, Mollie." My chest warms at the praise and I move faster.
He groans. "Your mouth is so hot, Freckles.
I can't fuck your throat yet, because you're not ready.
But when I can, it's going to be so fucking tight.
It's gonna grip me so hard and milk my fucking cock.
Try to get every single drop of cum from my body. .."
I moan and try to go deeper, but his cock is so thick and long that I gag.
Alex's eyes roll up in his head, and he shudders.
"That's perfect, baby. Your mouth is all pink and puffy from sucking on my cock.
The sound of you gagging, trying to take more of me.
.." His fingers tighten in my hair. "I can't wait to fuck you, Freckles.
I'm going to have you face down, ass up, taking my fat cock so deep that all you can do is scream my fucking name. "
My thighs tense with excitement as he takes over, holding my head still as he basically fucks my face, my mouth, even a little bit of my throat.
I groan and gag, partially for the way it makes him feral.
But I'm enjoying this, too. The hot slide down my throat, the feel of his hands in my hair, the idea that I have no control and he's just taking me, using my mouth, is unbearably erotic.
"Fuck, Mollie. I don't want to come yet because your mouth feels like fucking heaven, but—"
I shove myself down further, drooling, and he loses it.
His breaths are jagged as he pumps into me, calling my name, his voice throaty and possessed.
Alex spills into my mouth and throat, hot and creamy and salty, groaning as he comes.
Cum leaks from my mouth and drips onto my tits; there's way too much of it for me to swallow down at once.
"Fuck." His hands loosen in my hair and he pulls me off his cock. I manage to swallow once before he pulls me to his mouth and kisses me. We're both breathless and panting.
He pets me, his pupils blown wide, as he murmurs sweet things to me. "Such a good girl. So perfect for me."
"So it was good?"
"It was better than good." Alex wraps his arms around me, not caring a bit that his cock is pressed between our bodies. "Man, I understand now what the fuss is about having insane chemistry. That was the hardest I've come... ever."
Blushing, I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "Glad I could be of service. That was actually way more fun that I thought."
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to do it again.” I smile shyly at him. “I mean, assuming you want that.”
“I want that, Molls.” His hand trails down to my ass, then touches my inner thigh. I squirm. "Alex!"
"I'm going down on you again. There's no arguing with me on this." His fingers dip to my core, where I'm already wet. "And you're ready for it, Molls."
I wet my lips. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather fuck me?"
He chuckles and kisses my lips. "I would rather, as a matter of fact. But you're not ready."
"Really? I feel ready," I say, my words coming out poutier than I meant them to.
"Let's take it one step at a time. Remember how amazing it felt earlier after I kissed your thighs and teased you?"
I nod slowly. "Yeah..."
"I promise you, Freckles. It’s gonna be like that. Let me build it up for you. Make you so wet and horny for my cock that you can't wait another second." His eyes gleam. "I can't wait for that, Mollie. It's gonna feel so good when I finally fuck you."
If I blush any harder, it's going to be a medical emergency. "Oh, Alex."
“Fucking love how you say my name.” He kisses me, teasing my inner thigh. And I force myself to relax into his touch.
I can’t help but wonder about Alex’s reaction to his dad showing up with his ex. That’s gotta hurt. If he feels that, though, he doesn’t mention it.
In fact, he seems solely focused on getting me worked up again. His tongue is in my ear; he breathes and I shiver. Maybe I do just need to let him process a little.
I have to say, tonight coulda gone several different ways. Alex seems content to push my knees up and eat me like a fucking animal. He has me screaming in just a few minutes of intense clit licking and finger fucking.
Who am I to say no to such a delicious end to the evening?