Well, that definitely isn’t going to help.
I planned on pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, but I was thwarted as her tongue softly swiped against my upper lip. All control flew out the window as I opened my mouth to her. Alex’s arms wrapped around my neck, anchoring me to her as our kiss grew more intense.
Like the other day, the passionate moments with Alex caused the world to fall away. I could have been in the middle of the supermarket and not cared at all.
Reaching down, I gripped her ass and hoisted her onto the old dining table left behind by the previous owner. I needed to feel her hot center against my growing hard-on. I was desperate for it as her legs wrapped around my waist, bringing my hips in line with hers.
She mumbled against my lips, “I’m not wearing any panties,” and my body jerked at her confession. I’d been staring at her preppy little outfit through the entire walkthrough, wondering if she wore those sweet cotton panties of hers again, like the ones I’d stolen from her the other night.
Only to find out she wasn’t wearing any.
All the blood in my head rushed down to my cock. It ached behind the confines of my zipper.
“I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
There was no time to do anything else, consider any other options, besides unlatch my slacks and pull my cock out. It was so incredibly stiff that I felt a twinge when I wrapped my hand around the base.
On the counter, Alex spread her legs apart, feet resting on the tabletop. Her skirt bunched around her waist, and that fucking perfect pink pussy was on display.
I must’ve died and gone to heaven.
I stepped up to her, my cock straining in my hand as I smacked it against her mound just above the clit. She bit her lip in the way that left me wanting to suck on the plump skin.
“I don’t have anything with me, Alex.” I hadn’t exactly planned on this happening. The condoms I bought at the store the other day were back in my room at the B&B. It was stupid of me not to put one or two in my wallet.
“I trust you.” Later, when my brain received blood flow again, I would have to analyze those words.
“I’ll pull out,” I said through gritted teeth as I slipped my cock up and down her folds, coating my tip with her wetness.
“Nate. Please.”
I put the tip in her entrance, just an inch, and it was the most exquisite feeling. I had to force myself to stop and take a breath before pushing further inside. She was so fucking tight. Her pussy squeezed my shaft with every centimeter I moved deeper.
I pulled back out after only going about halfway, then thrust forward until I could go no farther.
“Ah, fuck,” I growled as I felt Alex’s moan all the way down to my balls.
“Ms. Easterly, Mr. Sullivan, what do you think of the apartment?”
Alex’s legs dropped off the table, and she pushed me backward, my angry, red cock slipping out of her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she whisper-shouted as she jumped down off the table and adjusted her skirt. “Nate, put that away.” Alex pointed to my dick, which only made him jerk at the attention.
Tucking my erection into my pants was pure agony. I could barely pull up the zipper the tent was so pronounced.
“We have the worst fucking luck,” Alex murmured as she moved into the living area, leaving me and my pissed-off penis in the kitchen. Thank goodness I had a kitchen counter to hide behind as the realtor reached the top of the stairs.
She looked back and forth between the two of us but mentioned nothing as she asked what Alex thought of the place once more.
“I love it. It’s exactly what I was looking for.”
“Wonderful. I have the paperwork ready for the one-year lease. The building owner isn’t interested in selling just the one space, unfortunately. But he did agree to any enhancements you need to make in the kitchen.”
“That sounds good. Will the lease include the rent for the apartment, or will that be separate?” Alex and the agent began walking down the stairs, continuing their discussion, leaving me alone in the apartment.
It was probably best, so I could get my erection down. I didn’t want to use my hand like I had the other day. It left me unsatisfied, and my craving for her only increased.
“How does it feel to be the proud owner of your very own cake shop?” I asked Alex as she dangled the keys in her hand. She couldn’t occupy the space for a couple of weeks, as the plumbing for the building would be addressed.
