He looked at me, appalled. “I’ll know!”
I pressed up against him, and he chuffed out a laugh before pushing me away. “You said you were going to take that off.”
Pointedly, I looked down at his tented trousers. “That’s not going to help your situation.”
Alex closed his eyes again, and I leaned on my couch, waiting. After a minute or two, with noticeable tented trouser reduction, Alex pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed.
“Yes, hello, I have a reservation in”—he checked his watch—“fifteen minutes and I’m not going to make it.”
I raised my right hand to the opposite side of my body and raised my left arm to expose the zipper. Alex’s eyes zoned in on my fingers, and I gripped the zipper and tugged downward.
His eyes widened the further down I got.
“Yes. Boyd.”
Reaching the bottom, I let both hands fall to my hem and crossed my arms.
“Yes, for two people.” His eyes narrowed.
I raised the hem of my dress, wiggling my hips as I brought the material up and over my head, letting my hair fall in a mess around my head. I shook my hair out and dropped the dress beside me. I stood in front of Alex, naked save that thong he’d felt under my dress.
The phone fell away from Alex’s ear, and I heard the tinny voice talking to him. He blinked, taking me in from my messy hair to my toes.
“No-sorry-I-can’t-reschedule-must-go-now-bye.” Clicking off, Alex tossed the phone on the couch behind me. “You,” he said, tracing a palm over my hip, “look like you need a very good fucking.”
And with that he bent down and threw me over his shoulder. “Which way’s your room?”
I squealed. “Alex! Put me down.”
“Nope, can’t. I’m choosing a door.”
Alex stomped through the house in search of my bedroom, and as he made for one of the doors, I giggled. “Not that one.”
He tilted his head to lightly gnaw on my ass cheek. “Cheeky. This one?”
I didn’t answer, and instead slid my hand down the back of his trousers.
Next thing I knew, I was being tossed onto my bed. The sheets were already a mess—I never managed to be one of those people who made their own bed every day, but I suspected Alex was—and I bounced gently before Alex was on me.
We kissed, deep and hot, before Alex started to trail his way down my body.
“No, no, absolutely not. Give me the condoms, forget the foreplay.”
Alex lifted his head up from where he’d been kissing my belly. “You sure?”
“Take my thong off. Feel how wet I am.” I tipped my chin up.
Alex sat back on his knees—still fully dressed, mind you—and peeled the thong off before sliding a finger down my center.
He groaned and brought his finger to his mouth, sucking the whole digit clean. He bent down anyway, kissing my pussy. “I’ll be back for you later,” he whispered to it.
Standing, he peeled off his clothes with efficiency and started to climb back up on the bed. “Ack, wait, the condoms.”
I got to watch Alex’s lean ass disappear back into my hallway and return moments later with a whole strip of condoms.
I pointed at him. “On. Now.”
“Are you sure? I feel morally obligated to make you come first.”
