“Andrea, I don’t want to force you to do this if it’s too much,” he whispers. “I thought you had it in you, or I would have never insisted.”
“I—I’m sorry. I can do it.” I pause, wrapping my arms around him. “I’m just so scared I’ll mess something up and bring shame to the company, myself, or you.”
“You can do no wrong,” he promises, moving away to meet my eyes. “I’ve heard your pitch twice already, and it’s brilliant. You’ll nail this, Andrea.” I nod, already feeling a little better about all this. “What can I do to help?”
I can’t believe what I’m about to say, but here I go. “There’s one way you can help me unwind.”
There must be something in the look I give him that’s very eloquent because he instantly gets what I have in mind. The elevator doors open to the seventh floor, but we stay in it as Lex presses the fifth button.
My phone dings with a notification, and I see it’s Joseph in the group chat.
Joseph
Let us know if there’s something we can do.
Me
Thank you, guys. We’re going on a walk to clear my head. That should do the trick.
“You clever little thing,” Lex amusedly mumbles while we walk out of the elevator.
As soon as we’re in room 504, he grabs me, pulling me harshly against him to kiss me. Based on the demanding strokes of his tongue, I guess he’s been dying to fuck, too, just as deprived as I am from yesterday’s dry spell. We undress each other on our way to the bed, ripping away clothes, popping open buttons… Our refusal to let go of each other’s lips for longer than a few seconds makes our advance slow. Still, we manage, leaving a trail of discarded garments on our way to the bed.
Lex pushes me, and I let myself fall on the mattress, crawling up the comfortable surface before taking care of the clothes I have left. He watches me slip my pantihose along my legs while he finishes removing his pants.
“I’ll fuck you hard until you can’t take more of me,” he says, his voice dripping with sin. “And then I’ll fuck you some more, just to be sure.”
It probably isn’t a good idea to get on stage with a limp, but I can always pretend I twisted my ankle during our walk.
Mumbling something inaudible, he grabs my legs and pulls me toward him until my ass is near the edge, kneeling in front of me in the same move. He settles between my parted thighs, slips his arms around them, and I tilt my hips, ready for the touch of his tongue on my dripping core.
“So fucking wet…” Taking his time, he drops a kiss on my inner thigh, then licks the spot gently. “You never told me your favorite movie.”
“Lex, we don’t have time for this,” I protest, tangling my fingers in his thick dark hair, determined to bring him where I need him.
“We’re multitasking. So?” More butterfly-like kisses, but not where I need him.
“You’ll make fun of me.”
He tightens his hold on me, determined to make me talk, and gives me the faintest little flick of his tongue right on my clit. “What’s your favorite movie, Andrea?”
“It’s…Toy Story,” I give in, my breath short.
That earns me a slow, precise circle around the swollen crest. “So, according to you, the greatest movie of all time is a cartoon?”
“Animated movie. And itisthe greatest movie of all time.”
“Why is that?” He’s giving me what I need, but not enough of it, keeping me on the edge of pleasure and frustration.
“It’s—Well, the kid is named Andy, so, best name ever, great start, obviously,” I half-joke, letting out a nervous laugh when Lex’s tongue enters me.
“Keep going.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod docilely. Shit, he’s making it hard to form sentences. “Also, the plot is amazing. I spent months spying on my toys after that, hoping I’d catch them moving when they didn’t know I was looking.”
I buckle under him as he plays with my clit again, my skin tingling from his teasing, my body feverish. “Keep talking, Andrea.”
“Lex, I don’t want to talk anymore,” I whimper, tightening my fingers in his hair.
