Chapter Five
Alex lives on a small twenty-five-acre ranch toward the outskirts of town, far from the motel where I would be if I were actually sticking to the company trip. But here I am, going rogue and potentially tanking my career by chasing a gorgeous woman.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s a short drive along a gravel road from the main gate to the house. Not really a house though–it’s more of a complex. A lot larger than the arts and crafts style house I grew up in.
The single-story farmhouse looks brand new, painted a pale, cool gray with bright blue shutters, a navy front door, and a darker metal roof. Somehow it’s exactly what I expected; the entire aesthetic fits what I know about Alex.
“Here we are,” she says, opening the door and flicking on the light.
“This place is incredible.” I step across the threshold into the large front room.
It’s an open concept with high exposed wood beam ceilings and log accents, making it still feel relatively warm and inviting.
“I might have gone a little overboard, but I wanted a place where I could have my family and friends around.” She places her keys on a little ceramic tray in the foyer.
“You know…” I walk further into her house.
“...I think I see the vision.” I gesture toward the deep leather sectional surrounding a carved wooden coffee table.
“This area is practically made for board games and watch parties.” The image of myself sprawled across the couch foolishly lodges in my thoughts.
I shake my head, then move towards the dining room. “Cozy holidays with family.”
Cozy, there’s that word again.
When I turn around, Alex is practically beaming. “Yeah, something like that.” She nods towards the wide doorway, “The kitchen is through here.”
It holds the same warmth as the rest of the house. Alex clearly designed this space to be her sanctuary away from the stress of the office. Warmth sticks in my chest at the thought of being invited to such a sacred space.
Part of me wishes I had more days to spend with her past this whirlwind of a weekend, foolishly hoping things might develop into something more.
She walks over and opens the fridge, pulling out a light blue box with King’s Bakery written on the side and setting it on the center island.
“Oh, so you literally meant dessert. Here I was thinking it was a euphemism.”
“Is it a problem?” Her brow lifts as a smile plays at the corner of her lips.
There she goes, teasing me again. Each time winds me a little tighter, like we’re sharing a private joke. She knows exactly what she does to me and what I want. Nothing is lost in the silence.
I know I shouldn’t be getting so attached, but I can’t help it. I’m never this unguarded, at least not in my real life. There’s no fear of saying the wrong thing or scaring her off. For once in my life, I can be myself. Be adventurous.
“No.” I shake my head, my cheeks practically burning. “This is perfect.”
“My best friend, Chris, owns the bakery.” Alex grabs a couple of white plates from the cabinet, placing one in front of me. “She likes to drop off a care package once or twice a week. Usually, I bring them into work, but I had to keep these red velvet cupcakes for myself.”
“I’ve had a red velvet birthday cake every year since I was twelve years old. You could say it’s kind of a family tradition at this point.”
She pauses with a cupcake in hand. “Then I have to ask, sour cream or cream cheese frosting?”
“Way to put me on the spot.” I lean on my forearms, a surge of electricity shooting down my spine as her eyes flit to my blouse. “Cream cheese, naturally.”
“You had me worried there for a second,” she says, placing the cupcake on my plate.
“Would you have kicked me out if I said sour cream?”
“Yes, and it would’ve broken my heart to do it,” she laughs.
The blush creeps down my neck until it practically has me by the throat. I swallow, peel back the matching blue paper and take a bite.
This cupcake is arguably the best I’ve ever had in my life.
“Good, right?” Alex asks as she takes a bite of her own, letting out a little happy groan.
We finish our cupcakes in quiet appreciation, energy continuing to crackle between us.
Alex steps closer, then slowly brushes her thumb across the corner of my lips before taking it into her mouth with a satisfied hum that settles right between my legs. “Are you ready for dessert?”
We stumble across the threshold to her bedroom, my fingers plucking at the tiny buttons down the front of her pressed white shirt, revealing the tank top underneath. She quickly pulls it over her head and tosses it aside, standing before me in her heather gray sports bra and black slacks.
Her chest heaves as she stares into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mutter under my breath, running my fingers over her stomach and along her ribs. And so soft. Her breasts are at my chin, making it easy for me to kiss the subtle curve flowing over her bra as I pull at the eyelets down the front, exposing her blush-colored nipples.
“And you are such a good kitty,” she says, threading her fingers in my hair and angling my face up to a searing kiss which resonates deep in my core.
I draw her bottom lip between my teeth and kiss along her jaw and down her neck, shoving her sports bra over her shoulders until she's bare in front of me.
My hands roam over her ribs, my thumbs teasing along her nipples before I brush my tongue over the stiff peak.
She hisses out a breath, pressing my face further against her chest.
I swirl my tongue around her areola, inhaling the sweet scent of smoke and bourbon as she trembles against me. Squeezing her other breast, I toy with her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Her hands glide up my sides, tugging at my top. She makes quick work of my blouse, then shoves my skirt over my wide hips until it pools around my ankles.
Alex's hand wraps around my throat, cupping my jaw and lifting my chin until I'm staring into those big, beautiful brown eyes.
Before I can speak, she covers my mouth with hers, guiding me until the back of my calves hit the edge of her California King bed.
"Lie back and let me take care of you," she says against my lips, her breathing labored.
I do what she says, lounging on the plush, maroon blanket, enjoying the view. She unbuckles her belt and strips out of her pants, kicking them away. Her long tail swishes behind her as she stands in her boxer briefs, eyes raking down my body.
Somehow, I missed her powerful legs and trim waist. She crawls after me, hovering close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off of her skin, her soft fur tickling the inside of my thigh.
I grind against her knee, desperate for more friction.
She chuckles and pulls my bra straps down over my shoulders, pressing kisses along the column of my throat and down my collarbone before she takes my nipple between her lips and sucks.
"Fuck, you feel so soft," she says against my breast, her hands slipping between us, fingertips grazing the waistband of my lace panties as they slide underneath. She curses under her breath as she cups my pussy, then shakes her head. “You're gonna have to sit on my face.”
"What?" I sit up on my forearms as she climbs off of me.
"It's okay. I’ll tap your leg if I need to breathe,” Alex says with a wicked grin as she lies back. “Come here.” She beckons me with two fingers.
If I need to breathe.
I wiggle out of my panties and stare at her statuesque form, trying to figure out the logistics. Even though I’ve always been curious, it’s never come up with my previous partners.
She moves her hips, her tail flicking wildly.
Carefully, I straddle her head, facing her feet, leaning most of my weight on her chest. She grabs the back of my thighs, her hands sliding to my ass as she pulls me closer.
The first drag of her long tongue from my pussy to my clit has me lifting onto my knees, gripping her forearms to keep myself upright. She buries her face in my cunt, taking her time as she laps at my clit. Sparks dance along my spine each time her tongue presses against my entrance.
It has me angling my hips enough to guide her there, chasing the thrill as her lip teases my clit.
“Just like that,” I pant. The greedy whimper in my voice catches me off-guard. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She huffs out a breath through her nostrils, groaning as she squeezes my ass until her blunt nails bite into my flesh, the pain twisting me tighter.
Something deep inside of me snaps, and I’m rocking my hips in short, measured movements. I come hard, squeezing my thighs together, losing all sense of rhythm.
Alex grips my ass even tighter as I ride her face, grunting as she closes her eyes.
As I come down, she taps my thigh and I panic, tumbling off her, my back hitting the mattress. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to wanna do that again,” I mutter under my breath.
“What did you say?” She quirks a brow, hovering before she brushes my hair behind my ear.
“Nothing.” I comb her hair back and pull her into a kiss, then smile against her lips. “It’s your turn. Let me make you come.”
“I’ve been enjoying getting you off.” Her eyes search my face, something soft passing behind them.
“There has to be something I can do.” I run my hand down her stomach, stopping at her boxer briefs, waiting for consent. “Anything.”
“Anything?”
I nod, and she climbs off the bed. I admire her firm ass as she walks over to her large wooden wardrobe. She pulls something out of the top shelf, and anticipation winding tighter in my chest when I realize what she’s doing.
When Alex turns around, there’s a purple 8-inch monster of a cock threaded through the built-in o-ring in her boxers. She fists it, base to slightly rounded tip.“On your knees, pretty kitty.”