“You’re not some chick who’s shy,” he continued. “Shy is not you. You’re a dork, sure. A goof too. You can be a klutz. Shit comes out of your mouth that’s fuckin’ adorable. You got a dimple. The softest hair imaginable, and a lot of it. You’re an amazing kisser, which probably should have been a heads up when you got to the point you wrapped your mouth around my cock, but…fuck. It didn’t. You got great tits. A tight pussy. You know when to use your nails. And you get off on a solid fucking. That’s not shy or timid or anything generic like that. It’s cute and hot. It’s bashful. Now stop givin’ me shit, hey?”
Being all of that (even the first bits, though I kinda wanted him to explain the distinction between a dork and a goof), but also polite, I waited until he was finished before I asked, “How many condoms did you bring?”
He was silent.
Then I wasn’t on my elbow anymore.
I was on Rix.
And his hands were all over me.
But all his lips said was, “Baby.”
I planted my hands in his chest and arched up. “That doesn’t answer my question, Rix.”
“Got us covered,” he muttered, his fingers trailing up my spine, my neck, into my hair, and my arch was a memory.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Our mouths met.
And lucky me, I got what I’d told him I wanted earlier.
More.
With a bonus.
Because it was more of everything.
Chapter 14
The Friends
Rix
“Slip me out.”
Curled on the floor between his knees, her hair everywhere, Alex kept sucking him off.
“Al, slip me out.”
She kept at him.
Fuck.
He slid his hands out of her hair, grabbed her under her pits, pulled her up, and planted her astride his lap.
She held on to his shoulders, her two-toned eyes vague and so goddamn sexy, he beaded.
Which meant he didn’t fuck around as he shoved a hand between them and positioned.
“Take it all?” he grunted.
“Please,” she whispered.
His girl seriously liked his dick.
He caught her pussy with his cockhead, and grasping her hips, he pulled her down.
Her head dropped back.
His did too.
Christ, her sweet, tight, slick, goddamned gorgeous, fucking cunt.
He felt her mouth on his throat.
He dropped his chin and ordered, “Fall back.”
She raised her head. “Rix.”
“All the way back.”
Her teeth swiped her lip.
His eyes watched.
Fuck.
“Lap dance, baby,” he demanded.
She caught his gaze, then did as told, leaning all the way back, her fingers wrapping around his wrists to hold on, her abs and his hands doing the rest of the work.
And Rix worked her.
He used her hips to jack her on him, watching her tits bounce, her hair sway, his dick, glossy with her wet, sink in and out of her.
“Go after your clit.”
No hesitation, she went.
Oh yeah.
That was his girl.
“Rix,” she breathed.
Christ, his name like that scorched through his cock.
“Tit too,” he grunted.
Her other hand went to her tit.
She made a noise that made him jack her harder into his dick.
Alex’s head fell fully back, her body arched, and goddamn…
She was something.
“Baby, you’re gonna have to—” He didn’t finish with the word “come.”
Because she came.
He jacked her faster to give her more, and then kept doing it until he got his, then he pulled her up so she was sitting on his cock.
She rubbed her nose on his neck and then rested her cheek on his shoulder and sighed into his skin, all this with her arms around him, stroking his back with one hand just under his lat.
“C’m’ere,” he murmured.
No hesitation, she gave him her mouth.
He took it until she moved restless in his lap, and he felt her pussy get greedy again.
Since he needed some time before he could be ready for her, he pulled her off him and set her in his bed.
She started to curl up, but he ordered, “No. Spread.”
Her eyes locked on him, the tip of her tongue slid out, touching her bottom lip, she did as told, and he didn’t delay.
He reached for the damp cloth he now kept by the bed for this reason.
A tender, thorough clean then he tossed the cloth to the floor, twisted, positioned, and buried his face in her pussy.
His Alexandra’s pussy.
Fucking hell.
Dark and wet and rich, like pudding.
Spreading her open further with his hands on the hinge of her hips, he shoved in deeper.
She hooked his back with a calf and lifted the other knee, her fingers cupping his head.
He took his time.
He made her come.
Then he pulled himself up and over her and took his time making her come again, and this time, he came with her.
He was still balls deep when she whispered in his ear, “We probably should get ready for work.”
His Alexandra?
Just like him.
An early riser, ready to face the day with energy.
Rix lifted his head, cupped a hand under her jaw, ran his thumb along her lower lip and muttered, “You first, shower.”