Chapter 30
Alex
Alonzo and I finish cooking and prepping my mom’s food in a few hours. When everything is packed and finished, we sit on the couch to rest and turn the TV on.
This is the first time he helps me prep her lunch and the fifth time he has been to my apartment.
There isn’t a place in this apartment where he hasn’t bent me over multiple times. I swear, this man has an insatiable libido, but I don’t mind. I have learned a lot about myself and my own desires in the month and a half I have been seeing him.
Seeing him.
I’m not actually seeing him. But it kind of feels that way sometimes. We spend a lot of time outside of class together, either at his campus office, his cabin, or lately at my apartment.
Two days ago, when I mentioned that Isabella and the girls invited me to Oktoberfest, but I couldn’t make it because I had to prep Mom’s lunch, Alonzo volunteered to help me in a heartbeat.
That same day, I told him about my mom’s condition. Unlike before, I felt safe discussing my life with him. I was comfortable telling him about Mom after he opened up about what happened to Esmeralda. And to think that just a few days before that, I was still trying to rob his money.
“If we work together, we can finish earlier, and you get to have fun with the girls,” Alonzo said that day. “You deserve to have fun.”
“Are you sure?” I asked him. “Don’t you have to look after your businesses?” I don’t know the exact number of restaurants he owns, but I assume it’s many.
“Don’t worry about that. The businesses can run themselves for a day or two. I want to help you.”
And that was that.
We spent a few hours this morning shopping for groceries, then a few more hours cooking and prepping the meals. Time flew by fast, and before I knew it, the meals were done. It helped that Alonzo knows his way around a kitchen.
“Well, we have a few hours to ourselves before you need to pick up Isabella,” Alonzo says as we cycle through the TV channels. “Netflix and chill?”
A giggle escapes my lips. It’s weird hearing a man like him use that phrase.
“What’s so funny?” Alonzo asks with a smile. He leans behind my ear, the ridge of his nose caressing the shell of my ear. His warm breath behind my neck sends warm shivers down my spine.
“Nothing,” I say, melting under his warmth. “It’s just that I need to shower before I head out.”
“I’ll join you. I’ll scrub the filth out of you, Ms. Walker.”
Before I can pretend to protest, he grabs my hand and leads me to the shower.
“Wait, I haven’t picked out my clothes,” I say, pulling from his iron grip, but it’s no use. His fingers are tight around my wrist.
“Who needs clothes?”
Our clothes litter the restroom floor a few minutes later, leaving a trailer to the shower. Warm water falls on the back of my neck, wrapping around the front of my body, where Alonzo’s face is buried in my chest.
He licks my nipples, going from one to the other, hardening them and sucking them deeper. His arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“Alex,” he says, looking up at me. “Where have you been all my life?”
My face reddens.
“Here,” I say, feeling butterflies in my stomach and longing for all of him.
There are way too many moments like these when his words melt my heart, and I have to remind myself that this is just a fling for him. As soon as the semester is over, it will all come to an end. He will find a different girl to sweet talk next semester.
Then stop this, my rational voice says. Put an end to it before you fall…
A moan escapes my lips when Alonzo inserts two fingers inside me. I’m already wet—and not just from the shower—that his fingers slide right into place. He slides them in until he finds my G-spot and rubs it in slow, circular motions. He puts his face between my thighs, his hot tongue swirls on my clit in rhythm with his fingers in my G-spot.
My breath stills at his touch. How can I ever give up something like this?
I have never met anybody who makes me feel this way. It’s not just about sexual pleasure. It’s the fact that Alonzo wants to pleasure me. Sex with my previous hookups and relationships revolved around the guys feeling all the pleasure, often leaving me sexually frustrated.
But I learned almost immediately that Alonzo was different. I orgasm and come every time I’m with him. Sure, he has more experience than men my age, but it’s more than that. Alonzo cares and pays attention to things that turn me on and things that don’t work for me. And he genuinely seems to get turned on by my pleasure.
“Fuck, Alonzo,” I moan.
He growls in response, putting more pressure on my clit. I arch my back, digging my fingers into his wet hair and pressing him deeper into me. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Never, mi cielo ,” he says between hot grunts.
Mi cielo .
Alonzo sometimes swears in Spanish during sex. I usually don’t understand what he’s saying, but this time I do. It’s a phrase I remember from high school Spanish class. Mi cielo means my sky .
Warmth pools in my lower stomach, and it only gets hotter when I look down and find his dark eyes looking into mine with such fire behind them that my extremities tingle in anticipation of release.
And then he stops.
He kisses my thighs and trails a path of hot kisses up my stomach and chest, until he is towering over me. Without warning, he turns me around and pushes me against the shower wall. My hands are on the cold wall, but the rest of my body is warm and burning for him.
“Fuck,” he says, grabbing my ass with both hands and squeezing them as if his life depended on it. He releases one butt cheek, and suddenly a sharp pain causes me to arch my back. He spanks the butt cheek a second time, causing hot fire to course through my body. “Fuck, I could worship this ass all day.”
“Well, you have thirty minutes tops,” I tease. I’m so choked up on pleasure that I can hardly speak.
He puts his mouth behind my ear and breathes, “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay here with me? I’ll make it worth your time.”
His breath tickles the back of my neck, sending a prickling sensation down my arms.
“I told the girls I would go,” I say.
He presses his hard body against mine, his legs spreading mine open. I bite my lips when his hard cock presses against my ass. His lips fall to the side of my neck, kissing me down to my shoulders and the back of my neck, spreading more waves of warm pleasure throughout my body and heat between my legs.
This is too much. I can’t take it anymore. I arch my back and press my ass harder onto his cock.
I need him now .
He spreads my ass open and enters my pussy. My wet, throbbing lips welcome him into a tight embrace. A whimper escapes my lips as my hands tense on the shower wall.
“How about now?” he asks, bringing his lips to the back of my ear and gently biting it. “Have you changed your mind yet?”
Instead of answering, I push my hips as far back as I can and grind against him. My ass bumps against his hard but warm body. The further back I go, the deeper I take him in.
“Or maybe— fuck —” his breath turns heavy against the back of my neck. He groans deeply. “Or maybe I can come with you.”
“Wouldn’t that be weird?” I ask. My own breathing is growing heavy, and my body is tensing up again.
“Are you embarrassed about being seen with me?” he manages to ask. He rams his cock into me, matching the rhythm of my hips.
“Aren’t you embarrassed about being seen with a student?”
“I don’t give a fuck what other people think,” he says, slamming harder into my ass. His hands dig into my hips as he presses me harder into his body.
Fuck . He is massive, and the pressure he puts against the walls of my pussy is deliciously unbearable.
“Wait,” he says in a deep growl. “I’m going to come.”
“Me, too,” I say, grinding faster against his body. “I can’t stop.”
He puts his hands on my hips and holds me in place to stop all movement. His cock pulses inside me. A few seconds later, he turns me around to face him. This is something he has been doing for a while now. Just before he comes, he looks me in the eyes. It was a little weird at first because of how intimate it feels, but I’ve grown used to it and look forward to it.
Alonzo reaches under my ass, scoops me up into his arms, and slowly brings me down onto his hard cock. I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me up in the air and moves his hips up and down, ramming his massive cock into my tight pussy.
His eyes lock with mine as the pressure builds between my legs again. My lips fall open, and soft whimpers call out his name. He grins and responds with faster pumps of his hips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper, tightening my legs around his waist and digging my nails into his back. In turn, he slides one hand behind my head, keeping me up in the air with only one arm, and pulls my face onto his until we’re in a deep kiss. His tongue opens my lips and finds mine.
I bite down on his lower lip as the pressure between my legs finally releases, sending spasms of pure ecstasy up to my stomach and extremities. Alonzo grunts and shudders as his warm liquid fills me up. His arms tense around me, his dark eyes still locked with mine.