Chapter Thirty-Five Alex #2
She makes eye contact with me as I finish with the last latch, completely unaware of what that one little gesture does to me.
This isn’t like me, smitten beyond my own comprehension, taking a girl shopping, wanting to do whatever she wants if it means seeing the smile she’s sporting right now.
Sam backs away to look at herself in the mirror.
The fabric molds to her like it was made just for her.
The neckline is high, and her shoulders are completely bare.
The silhouette is elegant enough to be the safest choice.
But on her, it’s not safe at all. It’s lethal.
And I won’t be the only person at the party who won’t be able to keep my eyes off her.
She turns slightly to look at herself, and I see the way her eyes light up. It’s as if she’s not used to seeing herself like this, and that does something to me. It’s better than any drug.
She looks good, and she fucking knows it.
I shift in my seat, casually adjusting the leg of my joggers more for survival than comfort. My fingers flex on my knee, my jaw locked so tight it hurts.
Clarissa approaches. “That’s the one. And the strappy heels are perfect with it. Don’t you think?” She directs that question at me.
All I can do is nod in rapid succession.
“Do you have any gold accessories?” Sam asks.
“I do and it’ll be perfect. One sec.” Clarissa races off, only to return a few seconds later. “It’s one of our matching sets. Comes with gold leaf earrings, a black and gold clutch, and solid gold cuff.”
Sam looks at everything, her eyes sparkling in excitement.
“We’ll take it. Shoes too,” I finally manage to get out.
“You’ve got a good man.” Clarissa beams. “I’ll take these to the register and meet you up there. Take your time.”
With that, Sam makes eye contact with me, her gaze shifting tentatively. She didn’t correct Clarissa when she called me her man, and I won’t correct her either. Because it feels right.
“I’m going to change out of this one.”
I nod as my phone buzzes in my hand. An email alert dances across the top of my screen, and I sit up, my nerves getting the best of me.
Subject: Williamsburg, Alexander Makeup Exam Score
My entire future is riding on the results in this email. If I don’t pass and bring my grade up to at least a C, I can forget convincing Coach to let me play during the conference.
The email loads, and I hold my breath.
Congrats, Mr. Williamsburg. You’ve successfully passed the makeup exam with a solid ninety-two. If you can turn in even a portion of the extra credit work, I’ll make sure to get your grades updated in time for the game, as promised. I’ll see you in tomorrow’s class.
Professor Lewis
The sigh of relief is massive, and the tightening in my chest disappears.
“Yes,” I say louder than I realize.
“What?” Sam asks from behind the curtain.
I lean back, raking a hand through my hair, unable to contain my smile. “Just got my results from the exam.”
“Don’t leave me hanging. What’s the verdict?”
I exhale. “Ninety-two.”
“That’s amazing, Alex.” She pokes her head out. “But I’m not surprised. I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks,” I say, my heart full.
“For what? I didn’t take the exam. That was all you. You should be proud.” She ducks back behind the makeshift door to finish undressing.
All I can do is watch the curtain close. She’s being humble. We both know I wouldn’t have been able to pass without her help. But it feels good knowing someone believes in me.
“Alex.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m kind of stuck. Need you to unzip me.”
I flick my gaze at the subtle sway of the curtain, my nerves suddenly out of whack.
After wiping my hands along the front of my pants, I rise off the bench and inch closer.
My fingers wrap around the thick fabric, the rings scraping along the metal rod.
Sam meets my eyes through the mirror and all the blood in my body rushes to my toes.
“Didn’t want to risk forcing it and ruining it. Do you mind?” She presents her back to me.
I nod shakily.
I slip inside. The space is small, barely any room for her let alone the two of us.
Her back is to me, the little black dress halfway down her shoulders, the zipper stuck at the middle of her spine.
The angle exposes more skin than I am even remotely equipped to handle right now, but I focus on that zipper anyway.
My knuckles brush against her back, and her body jolts. Her skin is warm and soft, and suddenly the whole room feels ten degrees hotter. The zipper finally moves, and I peel it the rest of the way down, this time allowing the back of my hand to feel her.
I run my gaze across her back, and over her shoulder blades. She’s braless under this thing, and I want so badly to kiss where her bra straps would normally sit. I’m so focused that it takes a minute before I realize that she’s watching me through the mirror.
I huff. “Caught in four-k?”
Sam chuckles but it’s so low that it might as well just be a breath of air. “Thank you.”
She looks at the floor again then back at my reflection. Something takes me over and before I know it, before I can stop it, I’m stepping all the way into the stall. Sam turns to face me, still holding the dress to her chest to keep from revealing too much.
Letting the pad of my thumb stroke her cheek, I watch her lips and note the rhythm of her breaths.
When she doesn’t pull away, I lower my mouth down on hers.
I kiss her softly at first, a low groan rumbling in my throat when she rises on her toes to kiss me back.
Her tongue dances with mine, needy and hungry.
I cup her face, holding her close, tilting her head so that I may deepen our embrace.
Kneading her nape, I trail my lips from her mouth, over her chin, and down to her neck.
She moans softly, her throat vibrating against my tongue.
My cock twitches, slowly tenting my pants.
She feels it, if the grind of her pelvis against me is any indication.
Then I pull back, one hand still in her hair and the other softly around her throat.
I force her to meet my eyes, holding her head still to keep her from breaking the gaze.
“I know you have feelings for Kane,” I admit, and study her reaction. “And Mountain.”
Sam grabs my wrist, and the soft touch of her palm on me is enough to send me into a frenzy.
“Alex—”
“And I don’t care.”
She frowns, unable to look away even if she wanted to.
“I have eyes. See the way they look at you, the way they are around you. Just like I know they see how I feel, too. And see the way you look at us.”
I pause, the air now heavy between us.
“And. I. Don’t. Care.” Lowering myself so that I’m dangerously close to tasting her lips again. “Just don’t leave me out.”
“I won’t… what are you doing?” As she finally speaks, I drop to my knees in front of her.
I grip the back of her knees and peer up at her. “You said I’d have to beg you to touch me again.” I tighten my hold. “This is me begging.”
Sam stares at me a moment longer than I know what to do with.
Defeat is just about to seep in when she cups my chin and guides me back to my feet.
Then her mouth is on mine, teeth and tongue colliding as she melds our bodies together.
Her hands tangle in my hair, gripping tight as if she’s afraid I’d disappear.
I wrap one arm around her waist while closing the curtain behind us with the other.
Then I back her against the wall. The tension grows between us and before we can come to our senses, her dress is bunched up around her waist.
Sam shivers as I cup her pussy and find her clit through her panties.
“Can you stay quiet for me?”
Sam swallows and nods.
I grip her shoulders and spin her around abruptly until her back is flush against me and her face is pressed against the mirror.
I free my cock, the head engorged and preening, arousal already leaking from the tip. I grit my teeth and mutter, “Fuck. You’re so perfect.”
Sliding her panties to the side, I run my cock through her already dripping folds.
I lean in to kiss her back, then grip her chin with one hand while choking my shaft with the other.
I force her head back and kiss her hard.
Her neck is craned, the top of her head pushed directly in my chest, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
As I shove my tongue in her mouth, I press my cock into her, feeding her with both parts of me.
“Ffff,” she groans, her body trembling as I move in and out of her.
“Sh–shit,” I breath. “So, fucking tight. Ah… and all mine.”
“Alex,” she moans my name, and I thrust into her.
Over and over, I pump into her pussy, keeping her ass glued to my front to avoid alerting anyone to what we’re doing.
“Fuck, Sam,” I whisper in her ear, while tightening my grip on her neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this. Of fucking you.”
I thrust hard.
“Of making you come on my cock.”
Thrust twice.
“Of stretching this sweet little pussy until I’ve drained your body of everything it has.”
She fights to breathe, and I release my hold, taking her by the wrist and placing them behind her back for balance.
Sam lets me twist her body, fucking her to my heart’s content.
She tries to fuck me back, throwing her ass against me, but I know if she does that, I won’t be able to keep quiet.
Once I see her perfect ass bouncing on my dick, I wouldn’t give a damn that we’re in public.
So, I hold her still and do all the work myself.
Sam finds my wrist and she squeezes, letting me know that she’s close to breaking. Her nails dig into me, encouraging me to pump harder. I’m buried to the hilt, and I reach around her a find her clit.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper while continuing to fuck, flick, and pinch her. “Look at yourself. Look how pretty you look taking this cock.”
She groans, unable to hold it in. Without skipping a beat, I let go of her wrist and cover her mouth.
“You’re going to come for me?”
“Yes.” She tries to speak but it’s muffled by my palm.
“That’s my girl.” I moan in her ear. “That’s. My. Fucking. Girl.”
And when I pinch her clit, that’s all it takes to shatter the levee.
Sam thrashes against me, and her pussy convulses, milking me.
A soft cry escapes her just as her body falls limp.
But I manage to hold her up, still fucking her at the same time.
But I don’t stop stroking, and I don’t stop petting until she’s damn near crying for me to give her a break.
She looks so good like this, wholly sated, completely spent but still in position for me.
My grip tightens on her hips, nails digging into her skin as the pressure builds in my gut, and white explodes across my vision.
But it’s the moment she does a Kegel with me buried deep inside that does me in.
Quickly, I pull out only seconds before thick ropes of cum cover the back of her thighs.
“Shit,” I breathe out and plant a kiss to the side of her head. “That was fucking amazing.”
Sam doesn’t speak; only a nod tells me she agrees.
Once I’m sure she can stand on her own, I let her go and bring my soaked fingers to my mouth and lick her juices off them.
“Mm. You even taste like Sunshine.”