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I’ve turned into a sex fiend, worse than a drug addict who’s craving their next fix. I want him. No, I want them.
His hands slide underneath the hem of my shirt, his nails grazing along my skin, sending ripples of excitement coursing through me. My shirt rises higher, the cool air grazing along my exposed flesh.
A throat clears from beside us, stopping us from going any further. “Dimitri, as much as I love watching you two together, Alexis needs tae eat and we need tae have the discussion.”
“Fine, but I want to be the first to go on a date with her. I feel it’s only fitting since I was the one who pulled her key card.” Dimitri states his reasoning for wanting to be my first one-on-one date.
“I accept. How about tomorrow?” I say playfully, pulling my lower lip into my mouth and biting, trying to cool down the flames burning hot inside my veins.
“Perfect.” Dimitri helps me off his lap and back into my spot on the couch.
Donovan has set our food out on the coffee table in front of us.
“Let’s eat and play twenty questions.” Donovan picks up the fork and hands it to me, taking the cover off of my pasta.
A girl could get used to being treated like this.
We spend the rest of the evening up into the late hours of the night, getting to know more about each other, with a few make-out sessions in between. A night well spent, in my opinion.
Even though I’ve learned a great deal about them, it still feels as if there are small pieces of their life they're guarding, held tightly to their hearts.
Chapter nineteen
Alexis
Tonight is mine and Dimitri’s solo date. So far, it’s been a night of low key fun. I wasn’t in the mood to go out. While we cuddled on the couch watching saved episodes of RuPaul’s Drag Race, he told me stories of his childhood.
I thought he’d be totally against it, but he wasn’t. He even loved watching the Snatch Game. Personally, I think it was his favorite episode. His laugh was so real and full of life, I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
The stories of his childhood and his mother spoke to my soul and from how his face lit up when he talked about her, I could feel his love for her.
Dimitri definitely put me in mind of a mama’s boy. A fierce, strong one who loves his mama more than anyone.
“I can’t believe I’ve never been in your bar,” I tell him as he guides me through the crowd, back to his office. While we were eating dinner, his hostess called about an issue with the card reader.
He apologized profusely about having to interrupt our date, but it didn’t bother me. I was kind of eager to see how he navigated his work environment. Seeing how friendly and at ease his employees were with him shocked me. There was no stilted boss-employee relationship. Instead, they seemed more like family.
When we enter his office, I make my way over to the couch while he sits down behind his desk and powers up his laptop. Dimitri begins typing vigorously on the keyboard, and I can’t help but smile at the wrinkle forming between his eyes as he focuses.
The more I watch him, the hornier I get. I stand slowly, gliding gracefully across the room toward him.
“Did you need something, baby?” He swivels in his chair toward me.
“I do.” I drop to my knees and place a hand on each of his knees, spreading his legs so I can fit between them. “I suddenly have a craving for some meat.” My fingers fumble with his belt, clearly not as nimble as I thought, but I make it work. As soon as I have it undone, I begin working on his zipper. I’m pleasantly surprised to find him commando.
“Is my needy girl hungry for my cock? Do you want to choke on it?” I look up through my eyelashes and nod my head.
“Take it out and wrap those perfect, pink, pouty lips around it. Suck me so hard I shoot cum down your throat.”
“Mhmmm,” I purr.
I wrap my hand around his metal-adorned shaft and open my mouth, guiding his mushroom head between my lips, slowly sliding down his length. I have to pause to relax a couple of times to allow more of his shaft in. But I don’t stop until I’ve reached the base, his piercing hitting the back of my throat.
Dimitri’s fingers slip through my hair, his fingernails scraping along my scalp, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.
My head bobs up and down his length, the feel of his metal balls causing my core to clench as they rub along my tongue. My pace quickens and I can’t help the moans that escape, vibrating along his length. I know if someone were to glide their fingers through my folds, they’d find me a soaking mess. I can feel the wetness dripping down the inside of my thigh.
His fingers wind through my hair and he begins to push down on my head, forcing me further down his shaft.
