CHAPTER 11 ALEXIS
I’m still panting when I push him off me and sit up, and then I stand, kick off my heels, and pull my dress over my head. I unhook my bra and drop my panties to the floor, and he just lies back on his elbows, watching my every move.
I’m not experienced here, but I’m also drunk on pleasure, and that gives me the courage I need to do what I’m about to do.
I pull his shoes off and toss them beside me, then his socks. Then I move up his legs and toy with the button on his jeans for a beat before I go for the shirt. I rip it off over his head and I’m reminded of the day he opened his hotel room door and stood clad in nothing but a towel.
The abs look the same, but now they’re mine to explore.
We have obstacles in the way, certainly. Big ones.
But tonight, I want to forget all that and forge ahead with the man who just told me he’s falling for me.
I want to show him he’s the only man I care about.
He leans back on his elbows again as he watches me, and I lean down to press a kiss to his lips before I move down his body. I trail kisses as I move down, stopping at those glorious abs for a beat before I sit back on my knees between his legs.
My hands tremble a bit as I pull the button to his jeans and slide the zipper down. I glance up at him, and his eyes are hot on me, curiosity in them despite the heat there.
It hits me that I’m about to see Danny Brewer naked for the first time.
How many times have I dreamed of this moment before I ever even met him?
An embarrassing number if I’m being honest.
I pull his jeans down, and he’s wearing red boxer briefs. It occurs to me that he wore red for me, but maybe I’m delusional.
I work the jeans until they’re off and toss them on the floor. He continues to watch me, waiting patiently while I work, and I finally get back to those red boxers.
I see the outline of the hard bulge there and run my palm flat over him. He groans as he watches me, and he catches his bottom lip between his teeth when I do it again. I drag my body up his, allowing my nipples to harden as they glide along his skin, and I stop to kiss him some more.
I break the kiss to move back down his body until his dick is between my breasts, and he pumps up a few times to let me know he wants to fuck me there. I’m down for that, but maybe later. First, I need a taste.
I dip my hand into his boxer briefs and grip his cock into my fist before I pull him out.
I pump my fist up and down a few times, my fingers unable to form a full circle around his thick shaft.
It’s utter perfection, beautiful in all its glory, and I can’t wait to have him in my mouth. I can’t wait to have him inside me.
And just like he dove right into me the other day, I go for it.
I’m not tentative as I take him into my mouth as far back as I can.
I pull back, sucking the head of him into my mouth and swirling my tongue around and around.
I let go with a pop and slide my tongue down his long length and back up again before sucking him back in.
I take him in my fist and bob my head up and down, sliding my hand along him to the movement, and then I let go with my mouth and run my tongue along his shaft again.
This time I go all the way down to his balls, and I suck one of them into my mouth, too.
His growls are intense as he encourages me to keep doing what I’m doing, and as I lick my way back up his shaft again, I glance up to see how he’s enjoying it.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as my eyes meet his. “Suck me back in.” I do what he says, and he closes his eyes for a second. “Good girl,” he says. “Take my cock all the way to the back of your throat.”
I suck him in as far as I can, and it feels like he’s about to go down my throat when I pull back just a little.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Do it again,” he demands, and I do it. “Yes, baby. That’s so fucking good. Suck my cock like the dirty girl you are.”
Somehow being called a good girl followed by a dirty girl makes me ache for him—for his cock to be inside me. It makes me want to be his dirty girl. I suck him in as requested, but this time I move up until he’s no longer in my mouth.
Since we’re both naked, I move up and straddle his lap.
I fist his cock, and I slide it against my clit.
I pump his shaft up and down against my clit, and I feel absolutely drunk with power.
I’m overcome by passion and need in a way I’ve never felt in my life, and I line up his cock with my entrance and sit down on him.
“Oh!” I cry out as he enters me for the very first time, and I’m hot and wet and oh so ready for him as my body adjusts to his large size for the first time.
He lies back, and my hands move to his chest for balance while his hands shift to my hips, where he helps guide me up and down over his cock.
My eyes are on his as we watch each other bask in the pleasure, neither of us wanting to give in, neither of us wanting this moment to end, but both of us chasing toward the release.
He shifts his hips up and hits some spot inside me no man has ever hit before, and I cry out with pleasure. “Oh God!” The cry is followed by my desperate, needy voice. “Do that again.”
He does, and I think I see stars.
I claw at his chest as he keeps hitting that same place over and over again, and he brings me right up to the brink of pleasure before I come crashing down over it.
I scream out as I come, some mangled mix of curses along with his name, and my body squeezing him inside me paired with my cries must spur him into his release as his loud, growly sounds shift into longer moans, and then he pumps into me a little faster a few times before he stills and spills into me.
My greedy pussy sucks up every last drop of him, and even though I wanted it to be my mouth, I needed this connection with him. I needed him to know that he is the only man I want to be with, and I hope that what we just did more than proves that to him.
I know him well enough to know he would’ve stopped me before I put his cock inside me if I had anything to worry about.
He has regular physicals as a ballplayer, and I haven’t had sex in four years—but I do have an IUD to prevent my period from coming every month while I’m on tour, so we’re safe.
We’re fine. It’s a talk we should’ve had before, but passion got the better of me.
And now that we’re both satisfied, maybe we’ll have some time to talk…you know, before he’s all recharged so we can freaking do that again.