“Just like that, baby. Jack me hard.”
Spurred on by his pleasure and the drop of pre-come pearling at the slit, I jerk him harder and faster. I love how his touches and kisses grow rougher as the impending force of his orgasm overwhelms his self-control.
My hand works fervently, desperate for his climax. His groans escalate, and his cock throbs with every pump of my fist. Stripped raw, all restraint gone, he gives me what I’ve been waiting for—what I need.
“Ah, fuck, Lex. I’m going to come so hard.” His eyes lose focus, his jaw clenches, and his muscles go rigid just before the orgasm tears through him. Shudders wrack his entire body with the power of his release as he spurts hotly over my hand. His guttural noises and breathless praise are more gratifying than he could know.
I wanted to do this—bring him to this point—even if I can’t get there myself. I keep pumping until there’s nothing left. Then, rubbing my fingers over his damp head, I kiss him tenderly, soothing him through the aftershocks until his body goes lax.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“Yeah.” His mouth twitches in a crooked, sated smile. “Wow.”
I kiss him again, feeling dazed and high.
He brushes his fingertips across my cheek. “Let me make you come.”
“No need. That was perfect just the way it was.”
“Lex.” I hear the angst in his voice. “I’m not okay with this being one-sided. I want to give you pleasure too.”
“You did,” I say reassuringly. “Everything we did tonight was incredible. I wasn’t panicked or in my head. I was just here . . . with you.”
“That’s good, baby. But I want you to experience an orgasm too.”
“Hopefully, I will. But I don’t need that tonight.”
“Lex—”
“It’s okay, Chaz. We’ll have other nights for you to work your magic on me.”
“I like the sound of that.” A grin sneaks in, loosening his guilt and concern. He kisses me and lifts me off his lap, sitting me back on the couch. “I’ll be right back.”
I lounge there, my mind still quiet, while Chaz goes into the downstairs bathroom. I hear the toilet flush and the water running before he returns with a warm, damp cloth.
Kneeling on the floor between my legs, he wipes his come off my hand and where it dripped onto my stomach. “There are so many things I want to do to you,” he whispers, nuzzling my breasts. “I want to find every place that makes you moan, and when you’re ready, I want to give you an orgasm so explosive, you won’t even remember your name.”
“I want that too.” An ache of hot longing fills me. “But what if it doesn’t happen?”
He cups my face, his expression so intent I believe this man would move mountains and slay dragons for me. “I won’t stop trying until we find what works for you. Just promise you won’t give up on yourself—or on us.”
“I promise.” Then, wrapping my arms around him, I realize the unspoken depths of emotion I’m beginning to feel for him.
The chalk whispers against the menu board as I write out today’s lunch specials. My hand moves on autopilot. I can barely remember making it through the morning rush, but every detail of last night is as vivid and sharp as the sunlight cutting through the winter sky.
I recall the sweet agony on Lexie’s face when I teased her mercilessly, those breathy whimpers that drove me crazy. Her naked breasts, round and full, with small toffee nipplesprotruding perfectly in the center. I remember how hard they felt against my palms and tongue, the way she smelled and tasted all over. I remember her soft curves beneath me, her hot wetness dampening her panties, and my struggle for control. I wanted to draw out her pleasure for as long as she could stand it, all while fighting the battle to go medieval. But when she wrapped those elegant fingers around my cock and asked how to make me come—fuck—the battle was lost.
I climaxed so hard I saw stars. The only thing that would have made it better would have been the ripple and pulse of her own orgasm. I want to give her that and so much more.
“Chaz!”
The chalk nearly slips from my hand as Sophia shrieks my name through the empty café. My heart jumps, but I manage to keep my balance on the step ladder.
“Jesus!” I snap, looking down at my sister, who’s bouncing on her toes like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Sorry!” she says, not sorry at all. “Chloe got me the weekend pass. She said I could stay with her. I need those days off.”
I exhale, stepping down from the ladder and tossing the chalk into the pail. “You could’ve told me that without nearly killing me.”
