"I can't wait to get you home so I can strip this dress off and French kiss your pussy." He sucks on my neck at the juncture of my shoulder, sure to leave a mark. I glance at the driver, aware that Alex and I aren't exactly alone.
“Wait.” I put a hand to his chest. “Are you okay? I saw you arguing with your dad back there.”
He grimaces. “My dad brought my ex as his date. And she had a ring on her finger. Apparently they’re getting married.”
“What?” My jaw drops. “Wait, back up. Tell me everything from the start.”
“I don’t really want to think about that right now.” His lips dip to myyneck again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Not when I’m touching you, Molls. Can the questions wait?”
“Yes, but—” He kisses right between my breasts, licking a line up my cleavage. My eyes land on the partition.
This is a bad idea for several reasons, among them that we’re not alone and that this seems to be Alex using sex as a distraction from his life.
“Shh.” As if he knows exactly what I'm thinking, Alex says, "Don't worry, Freckles. The driver’s paid for discretion. And we're almost home."
“Okay.” My lips tip upward. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.” He tugs one stiff cup of my dress down and sucks on my nipple.
Slipping my hand down, I cup the sizeable bulge that I find there. He moans slightly, his big hand cupping my free breast. I throw my head back; it feels like there are fiery lines connecting my mouth, my breasts, my thighs, and my pussy. When he so much as brushes his touch over one of the lines, they all give a slight tug.
A slight tendril of dampness unfurls between my thighs. I want nothing more than to push Alex's head down there, or mount him and fuck him like a wild stallion.
Seems like we're skipping a few steps, but I don't even care. I want Alex, right now, in the worst way.
We are forced to stop because we arrive at the curb outside the marina. Alex thanks the driver, slips him a wad of cash, then hurries me out of the car. He pushes me in front of him as he punches in the security code at the gate. Kissing my neck from behind, he steadies me as he guides me down the dock and up to the frontdoor. I squeal with delight and surprise as he picks me up and carries me inside. Gordie perks up, watching us, as Alex drops me on the couch and hikes up my skirt. I kick off my shoes, too intent on stripping my sweater off to notice Alex ripping my white thong off my body until it happens.
"Alex!" I scold.
He doesn't look a bit sorry. "I'll get you another, Freckles."
The living room is dark, except for the light off the water coming through the big windows. They move in slow lines across the ceiling. The whole house is quiet, except for us.
And then he's pressing my thighs apart. There's a flash of awkward embarrassment at being completely exposed to him. But he spreads his big hands out on my inner thighs, moaning as he takes in the pink gleam of my pussy. "Your scent is killing me. Like vanilla and lemons and sweetness." He drags his fingertip up my seam, his excitement evident by the gleam in his eyes. "Fuck, Mollie. Look at how wet you are already."
His fingertip is slick with the evidence of my arousal. I moan at this, especially when he pins me with his gaze and pops his finger in his mouth, groaning.
"So fucking good." He offers me his fingertip, and I dart my tongue out. I taste myself, sweet with a little bit of electric charge. And his skin, too. It's the taste of us combined that makes me flutter my eyes closed.
"Good?"
I jerk a nod. "So good," I breathe.
"Tell me what you want." He tightens his grip on my inner thigh and I look at him. "Use your words, Freckles. Tell me that you want me to eat your pussy."
"Oh god." Something tightens in my chest. "I want you to..." I gulp. "Eat my pussy, Alex."
His eyes darken with desire as he pushes me up on the couch, and begins to kiss my inner thighs. My muscles contract under his kiss, and I moan at the brush of his lips over my sensitive skin. For a minute, he just nibbles and licks my thighs, making me squirm under his attention. My clit throbs.
"Alex!"
He shushes me. "I'm getting there. This is my first time with my mouth on your pussy, so I'm going to take my time with you. Make you want it."
A laugh bursts past my lips. "As if I don't want you enough already."
Alex glances up at me from between my thighs, smirking. "I know you do, honey. I promise I'm going to make you scream."
Then he goes back to kissing and licking my thighs, my lips, my seam. I can't seem to stay still, so he grips my thighs harder, his tongue dipping into my center.
