CHAPTER 7 ALEXIS #2
“Fuck, Lex,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and low. “Your cunt tastes so fucking good.” I feel the heat of his words against my hot, aching pussy, and he dips his tongue inside me again.
God, I love it when he does that.
His tongue moves up to suck on my clit, and he pushes a finger inside me.
I let go of my breasts to grip the sheets as the feeling of his finger working in and out of me paired with his tongue makes my entire body jolt off the bed.
I wrap my legs around his neck, opening them nice and wide to give him space, and I move my hips in time with his perfect, blessed tongue.
Holy shit.
I’m about to come, but I don’t want to.
I don’t want this onslaught of ecstasy to ever end.
He said he was going to make me come until I beg him to stop, but I can’t ever see myself wanting this perfection to end. His second promise is that his name will be the only one I remember…now that sounds about right.
I can’t think of anything else except him right now. What he’s doing to me. How he’s making me feel. How he seems to know how to work my body better than even I have been able to.
I cry out at the wave of pleasure that rolls over me, and I cry out again as it hits me again.
I’m fighting it off, and he slows as he pulls a finger out of me, dipping his tongue back inside me as he gives my swollen, needy clit a break.
He moans against me at the taste again, and it’s so hot hearing him moan just from tasting me. I can’t wait to have him inside me, filling me as he makes love to me, but I’m still not ready for this part to come to an end.
He reaches up with one hand to grab my breast, his fingertips landing on my nipple and working it between his fingers.
His finger dips back into me as he sucks my clit back into his mouth, and I cry out with the need to come as all the sensations plow into me at once.
All of a sudden, his mouth isn’t on me anymore, and my eyes pop open to see he’s moving up the bed until he’s hovering over me.
He bucks his hips toward mine, still clad in those jeans, and I feel the roughness of the fabric against my sensitive, aching clit.
He reaches down and shoves two fingers into me, and he shoves his hips against me as his fingers move in and out with the same rhythm.
He drops his head down so his mouth meets mine, and I taste my own tang on his tongue before he moves up again.
He pulls his fingers out of me and leans up on the bed, his arms on either side of my body, and he thrusts against me several times.
His head is tipped back, his neck corded, and he’s moaning and grunting as he pushes against me.
He lets out a low growl, and his face screws up in the sexiest picture I’ve ever seen.
He pumps against me a few more times before he settles back onto his knees, and our eyes meet.
His are hazy.
Mine are needy.
He lowers himself back down to the floor, and he moves his mouth back to my pussy.
He’s a little slower now, a little more nuanced as his tongue laps against my clit.
He dips it down into me and moves it in and out before moving back to my clit, and when he adds his fingers back inside me, I fall apart.
The orgasm crashes into me, hot and steady and hard, as I come all over his fingers.
My body is racked with pleasure as my hips take on a mind of their own, and I think I might even black out for a second as my legs go numb and the searing ache pulses within me.
It’s wave after wave of ecstasy, and he fights through my body’s response as he continues to lick my pussy through it all.
I’m lost to the pleasure as the moans and cries spilling from me are noises I’ve never made before in my life.
My body starts to slow down, my hips returning to the bed and my heart racing as I pant and try to return my breathing to its normal rate.
“Holy fucking hell, Lex,” he murmurs as he slides up the bed beside me.
I can’t even respond. I’m practically comatose over here, wrung out and sated in a way I’ve never felt before.
It’s his turn next, or it should be if I could make the body that’s currently complete Jello get up and move. That’s how this works…right? He gives me an orgasm, and I pay it back.
But I’m stuck in this weird afterglow that’s completely new to me, and I can’t make myself move.
He lies beside me and tosses an arm across my waist, and I might drift off for a while.
I come to when my phone starts to ring.
I should get it. I don’t want to get it.
I’ve never been more comfortable than I am here, lying naked after the intense climax I just survived with the man who gave it to me still fully clothed.
He gets up off the bed and grabs it out of my jeans pocket for me. He passes it over without looking, and I glance at the screen.
It’s Gregory.
I don’t pick up. “Thanks. What about you?”
“What about me?” he asks.
I clear my throat, and I nod down toward his dick.
He ducks his head a little, and I swear his cheeks turn pink, but he just had his face buried in my pussy, so it could be from the workout. Except I’m not sure how long I passed out for, so maybe he didn’t just have his face buried there.
Wait a minute.
Is Danny Brewer…embarrassed right now?
“Your turn?” I ask, thinking how much I’d like to see what he’s packing and debating if we should have sex or if I should suck on it.
I don’t want to rush any of this, but if Gregory is calling, that means it’s time to get going soon.
“I, uh…don’t need a turn.” His cheeks are definitely turning pink.
My brows dip, and I feel suddenly embarrassed. “You don’t want one?”
“No, that’s not it at all…” He trails off as if he’s unsure what to say. “I, um…I had one.”
“You had one?”
He nods meaningfully toward the bed, then down at his dick, and…ohhhh.
“In your jeans?” I ask, forcing myself off the bed to a stand as I leave my phone on the bed.
“It’s never happened to me before.” He scratches the back of his neck as he starts to ramble.
“Well, not never. There was this one time in junior high…but Jesus, you tasted so good, and I’m down there sucking Alexis Bodega’s cunt, listening to you as you’re moaning the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life, and it just…
I don’t know. It happened. I got overwhelmed by you.
I’ve never been turned on like that, Lex. ”
Oh my God.
Why is the thought of that so…sexy? He was so turned on by me that he couldn’t keep it together?
Holy shit.
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. “That’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. “I told you it’s different with you. I hope you believe me.”
I pull back and look up into his eyes. His are on me, warm and genuine, and another one of those waves runs through me.
But I’m pretty sure this wave is something else entirely.
“Of course I do,” I murmur, and his lips move down to mine.
My phone starts to ring again.
I heave out a heavy breath. “If it’s Gregory, I need to go.” I grab my phone, and sure enough, it is.
He looks disappointed. “When can I see you again?”
“I don’t know. I’m booked up for the next two days with endorsements. How long are you in town?” I ask as I gather my clothes while he’s still fully clothed.
“I head back to Vegas on Saturday.” He still seems embarrassed by what just happened, and I wish I knew what to say to help him feel more comfortable about it. Personally, I thought it was pretty damn hot.
“I’ll be in touch. We’ll find time, okay?”
He looks a little sad as he nods, and it hits me for the first time that while he’s playing baseball and I’m running from tours to filming movies to recording new albums…this whole thing between us isn’t going to be easy.
But I do think it’ll be worth it.