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I swear, I could feel her snarky mouth wrapped around the said cock, and each time I snapped out of that fantasy, cutting conversations with Lexi to a minimum.
So, yes, I’ve tried to keep my distance and forget her. Drop my game plan and just move on, but like I said before, God is punishing me for all my sins using this little minx.
And I have a lot.
More than my shoulders can carry. So, this morning after another sleepless night and morning jerk-off session that did not ease the pain or the very blue balls I’ve been carrying. I barged into the office like a raging bull. I was done trying.
I just want one taste, one fix. That’s all. Just one.
At least, I did before my lips met hers. Before I tasted that fucking vanilla on top of smelling it. Until her breath got mixed with mine, leaving me paralyzed. Until all I felt and saw in front of my eyes were fireworks at the touch of her skin.
Lexi tried to stop me, slamming her hand to her mouth in a fruitless attempt to ward me off. As if it would be possible. As if I wasn’t too far gone with need and lust.
I bit her hand away, leaving her gasping and open-mouthed. Using that brief window of vulnerability, I slammed my lips to hers, pushing my tongue in and tasting her.
I was ready for the fight. I was ready to pin her down and make her submit, but I wasn’t ready for her response.
Lexi kissed me back.
She welcomed my tongue in her mouth with high-end hospitality, wrapping it with her own and playing a dirty fucking game with it. The space is filled with moans, clashing teeth, and heavy tension.
I was supposed to be the ruthless lover, thief of her soul and mind, yet she was the one with the savage kiss. With starved hunger and sinister determination.
What else don’t I know about Alexandra Ellis?
I thought I’d get slapped for my advances since she made no secret of her open animosity toward me. Yet her reaction is anything but hate. It’s almost as if she needed this as much as I did.
We don’t come up for air. We don’t need it. Lexi is my new brand of oxygen, and something tells me that breathing without her will no longer be an option. I owned her with this kiss. Showing the world who she belongs to.
I trace the zipper on her dress with my fingers and slide it down, pushing one hand inside, feeling the softest skin I’ve ever touched. It burned under the pads of my fingers, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t stop until I was right at the front and stroking the delicious, silky valley under her breasts, and every fiber in my body ached to move higher, to peel that bra off, to feel her pebbled nipples. To bite them, mark them, own them.
My little kitten seems to like my hands near her tits. Her weight shifted as she rocked and rubbed against me. If anyone was wondering what the hardest thing in this world is? The answer would be, currently, my dick. And I pressed it into her, pushing us both to the wall.
“Landon,” she moans out, arching her back into me as my hips start moving without a second thought. The need to be near her heat, near her sex, is too much. It’s making me crazy with thirst and hunger.
I dreamt about this for a solid month. Every night tossing and turning to the images of Lexi pinned beneath me.
I lift her up slightly without moving away from the wall and hump her through all the clothes we are wearing like a pair of teenagers getting it on under bleachers in the school gym, butI’m too far gone to care, and so is she. With my every thrust, she moans so sweetly into my mouth; it’s my new favorite sound, and I pick up the pace, only praying not to blow in my pants before I even take them off.
However, my beautiful kitten is close. She is so close to her climax; I can taste it with her hungry mouth on mine, and it’s making me unhinged, dry-humping her faster and harder until she screams my name out, clawing into my arms through the jacket and riding out her climax with the most perfect O face.
I should close my eyes; I can’t look at her because I am holding on by a small thread, but I can’t tear my eyes off her. The sheer shock and ecstasy are written all over her. I need to see that again and again. I go back to devouring her lips, needing that contact, that connection.
I can’t seem to be away from her even one minute.
Without breaking our kiss, I swipe my arms under her, lifting my little kitten by her ass, digging into the soft flesh with my fingers.
Fuck, my hands are touching that ass. The one I dreamt about for the past month. The one I jerked off to every day. Multiple times like a hormonal teenager.
But no dream could prepare me for the way it filled my palms. The way her ass was made to be carried in my hands.
Lexi wraps her hands around my neck, digging her fragile fingers into my thick hair. Her legs wrap themselves around my waist, clinging to me for dear life, and I want to be her lifeline. Her life support. The leather dress that was driving me nuts the whole day rides up, and I can feel her bare skin underneath it. Our bodies clashed together in a mesh of strength and softness. Her petite figure fits into me better than whiskey with ice.
It’s as if she was created for the sole purpose to be pressed to me.
Somehow my feet carry us toward my desk, and I sit her on the edge of it. Without letting go of Lexi, I swipe everything off the table in one swift motion, papers, pens, phones, and laptop sending it to its death on the wood floors. Everything. I push everything out of the way and lay her on top of my cold glass top.
My hands are trying to roam through her body, and all I can think about is “too many clothes.” There are too many clothes between us, and I need to fix that.
