Alex runs a hand over my hair. It takes everything in me not to lean into it as I beg him for more.
“Thank you for deciding to come. I’ve had an amazing time with you.”
There’s something there, in his tone. Something that I just can’t pinpoint but can’t imagine that it’s good. My senses never betrayed me before, and I could always tell when Alex was about to drop something on me, like him wanting to break up again.
I decide that I will have the upper hand this time. With the element of surprise on my side, I tangle my legs with his before bringing my hands up to his shoulders and pushing him back. When I land on top of him, I fit him so perfectly, I want to cry.
“Baby…” He smirks at me again, hands on my hips, his strong fingers digging into my skin. His hips come off the bed while the tip of his cock searches for my warm opening. I am always ready for him, and he knows that. But that’s not on the agenda for this morning.
My hands are now clenching the headboard, and my breasts swing gently right above Alex’s head. As if he can read my mind, he opens his mouth and comes up a little until his tongue is wrapped around one nipple. He sucks it gently into his mouth, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He switches breasts just as his cock locates my entrance. All he has to do is press himself up more, and he’ll slide right in. I move my hips back and forth, a chuckle escaping me when Alex lets out a low growl of warning.
“Wake up!”
The yell outside in the hallway makes me jump, and out of instinct, I roll off him, landing on my feet on the floor.
“That was some weird circus move,” I declare.
Alex watches me closely from the bed, a hand now wrapped around the base of his cock.
“Come back here, Mona,” he beckons me with his voice.
There’s so much want in his tone, I almost listen and hop back on. But then, I hear voices from somewhere in the house, and I decide that I can’t. It was okay last night while I had a strong buzz coupled with being absolutely slap happy. But now, without my brain soaked in alcohol, I don’t feel comfortable having sex with Alex in his friends’ house, who I don’t even know that well despite them being very welcoming last night.
“I hate to leave you like this…” He gives me a look, and I start laughing. “Okay, I’m not sorry to leave you like this, but…”
He groans. “Don’t let it be abutin there, baby.”
“There has to be,” I declare. Then, I promptly jump, and my hand goes to my chest when Kyle knocks at the door again. “I will kill your friend. Do you want him to see me naked as I do it?”
He takes his time looking me over while his hand is still moving up and down his engorged erection. It becomes uncomfortable in the best of ways when he fixes his eyes on thespot in between my legs, the one thing I never had any doubt that he wanted, even during our lowest lows.
The voices outside the door grow louder, cutting our time together short.
“I’m going to get cleaned up.” I throw a thumb over my shoulder as I start walking backward toward the bathroom. Alex still doesn’t miss a beat, his eyes glassy with desire.
I turn on my heels and make good on my promise of leaving him like that but do leave the door to the bathroom door open. That way he can see me as I clean up, and I can make things more interesting for him.
Taking my time with everything, I put on a show of wetting a washcloth, then running it gently over my pussy, going back and forth until I am content with its cleanliness. Next is washing my armpits and brushing my teeth.
Suddenly, I hear a loud groan from the bedroom. I turn just in time to watch the absolute magic that is Alex Connors having an orgasm. Ropes of cum land on his stomach, and his chest moves up and down aggressively as he tries to catch his breath.
By the time he finishes, I am out of breath alongside him. My thighs are wet when I move, making me think that I wasted a good opportunity for Alex to blow my mind again before we part.
“You better be ready to get me that when we get to my place.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can think better of it. I realize that I am contradicting myself. I need to be stronger.
Alex doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continues breathing heavy while trying to keep the cum from sliding off his hard stomach and onto the sheets.
On shaky legs, I walk over to where I threw my clothes last night. Actually, where Alex threw them. I don’t think I had much to do with that.
I dig out my panties, wincing when I realize that I have to put them back on. I’d totally go commando if we didn’t have to take the train for part of the ride back home.
I then put on the rest of my clothes and shoes, rather in a hurry, especially when I notice Alex coming into a sitting position.
“I’m going to go downstairs and hopefully have some breakfast.” I sound frazzled as all hell. “You better put your clothes on before you come down there, too.” I point a finger at him. “And you better not be looking at me like this until we’re alone again!”
