Beck and Indie texted me happy birthday, so I text them back. Then I do half an hour on my aerial silks, spinning and jumping and sliding to the floor. I probably look ridiculous because I'm stuck in the doorframe, but I wear myself out and work up a sweat.
Why the fuck not? It's my birthday, after all.
After a quick shower, I start gathering my documents. I wasn't kidding about needing to go to the DMV; my license renewal is coming up in a few months.
But when I get downstairs, Alex is home, relaxing on the couch and petting Gordie. He's fresh from his own shower, wearing sweatpants and his favorite dark gray hoodie. His hair curls damply against his forehead as he lets his gaze wander over my body.
"Hey, birthday girl." His voice, low and teasing, makes goosebumps break out over my skin. "And what do you think you're doing?"
I shrug. "Going to the DMV."
He rolls his eyes. "Put your bag down. Come here."
Making a face, I set my bag down and drag myself over to him. Gordie snuffles my fingers and rolls over for pets, so I stop and give him affection. Then I turn to Alex, raising a brow. "What's up?"
Sitting back on the couch, he pats one of his big thighs. "Right here, Freckles."
My face flames, but I duck my head and sit on his lap. Alex's lips find the curve of my neck and all the hair on the back of it stands up. I sigh and melt into him as his hand comes up to cup my breast through my shirt. I squirm against him.
"What are you doing?" I ask, breathless. He sucks at a sensitive spot of my throat and grinds into me, spreading my thighs with his free hand.
"You're so delicious, Freckles," he rasps. "I should've woken you up with my tongue on your clit, but you seemed too peaceful. I regret it, in retrospect."
I laugh. "How early was this?"
"Mmm." He nibbles at my earlobe. "It was still dark out. But I can't think of a better way to start your birthday. I'll remember that for next year."
My endorphins are buzzing now and it's hard not to laugh. "Oh yeah? You're already planning on waking me up a year from now? Be serious."
Alex's lips tease my throat as his hand slips up my inner thigh. "Couldn't be more serious."
“Yeah, right. And I'm the frigging Dalai Lama.”
"Have I ever lied to you?" His fingertips brush my panties.
I lean my head back, gripping his legs where they sit just outside mine. "Fuck, Alex."
He nips my neck. "You didn't answer my question. Do I lie to you?"
He rubs in a small circle, making it exceedingly difficult to think. "No..."
"That's right." He dips his fingers under the thin fabric of my panties to lazily tease my seam, up and down. "If I say I'm going to do something, you'd better believe that I will."
All I can focus on is his rough fingers parting my seam. I roll my hips, chasing pleasure, and feel his stiff erection near my ass. Suddenly, he's not touching me enough.
"I need more, Alex," I tell him. Opening my eyes, I get up and then straddle his lap. With a feverish kiss, I push his sweatpants down. He laughs and helps me, sliding his pants down further until his cock is between us. Long, heavily veined, and thicker than I can encircle with my hand, it's an angry red.
It makes my mouth water.
"Spit on it, baby," he directs. "Get it nice and wet before you fuck yourself with it."
His dirty words make me nibble on my lower lip and blush, but I do what he says, leaning close and spitting. He props his cock up and I spread the spit and precum over the bulbous tip.
"Can't believe I willingly fuck you. That thing is monstrous," I tease.
Alex grins as he lines up the crown with my pussy. "Just for that, I'm gonna fuck you rough."
He pulls my hips down, thrusting halfway in. I make a noise that's somewhere between a scream and a moan, feeling that marvelous stretch. He's too big for me. I think he always will be. But I roll against him, my hips rising and falling, my mouth falling open.
