“Can I kiss you?” I asked.
His tone rocked straight to guttural when he answered, “Fuck yeah.”
“Can we have sex?”
No sifting or tangling, his hand went up and gripped my hair, his other one went down and claimed my ass.
And it was grating this time when he repeated, “Fuck yeah.”
I kissed him.
He kissed me.
He was right.
Fuck yeah.
My hands roamed.
His hands roamed more.
I got stubble burn on my cheeks, jaw and neck, and I loved it.
He likely had teeth marks on his neck and collarbone, he acted like he loved it, and I hoped he did, though I knew I loved giving them to him.
His nipples were peaked because I’d nibbled at them.
My nipples were peaked because he’d rolled and pinched them.
I was so ready, my wet had started gliding down my inner thigh, when I broke our most recent kiss and asked, “Condom?” at the same time he grunted, “Wallet.”
He then gave me the hottest grin he’d ever given me, and this time, I let myself whimper.
Then I sat up.
He twisted at the waist to reach to his jeans on the floor.
I shimmied down his legs, fingers in the waistband of his shorts, and pulled down, stopping suddenly when I had them at his thighs.
Because his cock sprang free.
His massive cock.
Perfectly formed, purple, veined and distended.
Holy God.
I didn’t think, not once, so there was no hope of thinking twice.
I gripped him at the base, went in, and swallowed as much as I could get.
I felt the bed move powerfully, and the room rumbled with his groan of, “Jesus, fuck, Alex.”
Then his hand was again gripping my hair.
It was encouragement, but I didn’t need it.
Rix’s big dick nestled in those dark curls, tasting of him, filling my mouth, hard and silk, I could blow him for a lifetime.
I didn’t have a lifetime, but I had now.
So I went for it, sucking and stroking and licking.
Eventually, I vaguely sensed his hands on me sending a message, and since he was strong, it was a powerful message. So like a kitten, mewing and resistant when the bowl of milk was being taken away, I got my last licks in before he hauled me up his chest.
Then he rolled me so he was on top.
“I like your cock,” I breathed.
“No shit?” he asked, his voice rough with sex, but also amused, and honestly, that mix was the best I’d heard in my life.
“I’m gonna want more of that later,” I warned him.
“You got it,” he said.
And he kissed me.
I felt his hand working between us, then he flipped us again, so I was on top, but I felt the head of his cock was pressing inside.
He ran his fingers into my hair on either side of my head, gathering at the back, and he whispered, “Alex honey, you’re gonna have to take me.”
I understood him.
That long, wide shaft, I had to set the pace.
I held his gaze and inched down, feeling stretched…and wow.
So good.
“Yeah?” he grunted.
“Yes,” I whispered, inching down some more.
A muscle flexed in his jaw.
“Yes?” I asked.
“You’re tight,” he growled.
“You’re huge.”
“No, you’re tight.”
“You’re still huge.”
“Babe—”
I inched down quite a bit more.
His chin jerked up, and I got a full view of his roped neck and the line of his jaw.
Holy wow.
On one surge, I slid him all the way in.
Oh yes.
He righted his head, his gaze on fire, and my vulva caught the blaze.
“Yeah?” he groaned.
“Yes,” I confirmed urgently.
“Thank fuck,” he rumbled, whipped us back around, jacked up his thigh right when he did the same with my knee, and he thrust.
Powerfully.
Wow.
And again.
Oh God.
Again.
God.
Again.
I dug into his lats with my nails in order to hold on, because if he was going to fuck me into the wall, and there seemed real danger of that, I was taking him with me.
“Rix,” I breathed, my sex uncontrollably rippling around his thrusting cock.
“Fuck,” he bit, hooking the inside of his elbow behind my knee, jacking it up further, and driving deep.
Wow.
“Rix,” I panted.
“Baby,” he whispered, kissed me, and this being Rix, tasting him, taking the weight of him, having him fill me so completely, retreat and fill me again…
I was done.
I cupped the back of his head in both hands, and moaned down his throat as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
His tongue curled into it, his mouth sucked at it, then his face was in my neck, and his cock was driving deeper.
Faster.
He grunted so hard, I felt it inside me as I trembled through the end of my orgasm and clutched him to me.
Another grunt.
Then he wrapped his hand beneath my jaw, pressed my head to the side, sunk his teeth into my neck, buried himself completely, and groaned into my flesh.
Wow.
I felt the tremors swell through him, absorbed them, still soaring, but alas, coming down.
I coasted my hands over his skin, wrapped a leg around the back of his thigh, and I knew he was coming down too when he curved my other leg around his ass.