“Make me come,who?” he demands, his lips against the shell of my ear.
“Make me come,Lex.”
“Not that one,” he insists, teasing my greedy nub just enough to make me frantic. He also tugs on my hair roughly, like a silent, disapproving punishment.
He always finds the most wicked ways to tease me, and I’mnotcalling him “baby” again.
“Alexander,” I warn, reaching over my shoulder to clasp his hair.
“Not that one either.”
I try to deny him the satisfaction of caving in too fast, but he’s incredibly cunning, expertly teasing my sensitive bud to bring me as close as possible to my climax, keeping me there, helplessly balanced on a razor’s edge.
“Make me come,baby,” I end up begging after less than a minute of this treatment.
“What was that?”
“Make me come,baby,” I repeat louder.
A low and approving grunt rumbles in his chest just before he kisses the side of my neck. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I’m about to tell him to go to hell when he finally gives me what I want. His finger strokes me with precision, and I let go of his hair to grab onto the covers. His shoves are even rougher than before, and he uses his hold on my hair to pull me back with each of them.
“Yes! Fuck—Yes!”
I come hard, my insides pulsing feverishly around his throbbing length as I scream his name. The pleasure is so intense I think I might pass out. Behind me, Lex tenses before biting on my shoulder with a groan. The pain of it strangely adds to my orgasm, mixing well with the waves of bliss. We come apart together in a mass of legs and arms, undulating and holding onto each other, our wet skin glistening, our ragged breaths filling the empty space.
By the end of it, he’s lying over me, pressing me into the soft mattress, his dick buried inside me as far as it can go.
“Shit, it was so, so good,” I moan, my hoarse voice muffled by the duvet.
“It really fucking was…” The sultriness of his voice makes me clench one last time. “Jesus Christ, woman. Give me five minutes, and I’ll be ready again.”
Hot damn… If I’m not entirely relaxed by the time I get on stage, it won’t be for lack of trying.
“Ah, there you are. We were starting to worry,” Oliver says, putting his phone away and coming to me when I enter the backstage room where we’re supposed to meet. We’re slightly late, which I blame on our inability to take a shower together without it turning into extra sex.
“Sorry, halfway to here, I realized I forgot something back at the hotel, so we wasted some time,” I lie.
“Well, at least the walk helped. You look much better.”
“It really did,” I agree, trying not to blush—a lost cause.Dammit. “Okay, we need to check a few things before it starts.”
Everyone knows their role, and they are all ready to ace it. Mace looks a little pasty but promises he’ll be fine. It’s the last time he eats sushi at an all-you-can-eat buffet, he swears.
“It starts in a little under five minutes. People are already coming in. Half the seats are taken so far,” Lex says as he joins us. I nod with a grimace, letting out a small sigh.
I can do this. I just have to not let it go to my head.
“We should go,” I suggest, ignoring the lump in my throat. We leave the room, back to the outside’s agitation. It’ll be fine. Lex thinks the presentation is great, the team at Kelex made some incredible visuals, and I have Mason backing me up.
Oli, Steven, and Brian are in charge of handling the screens’ content, so they leave for the control room. The rest of us—Lex, Mace, Joseph, and me—walk to the stage’s side entrance. My nervousness increases more with each step.
Lex senses my gaze when I look up at him, but instead of turning to me, he grazes my forearm with his knuckles in a reassuring gesture. The simple contact appeases me. He trusts me and has faith in my ability to nail this. And he’s the most intelligent person I know, so if he thinks I have it in me, he’s right.
When we get there, someone from the sound department comes to pin a mic on my shirt and hands me the wireless transmitter, advising me to tuck it into the back of my jeans under myblazer. Joseph helps me do that, and I watch as Mace gets the same treatment.
“You’ll be great,” the latter assures. His eyes are glassy, and his dark skin is pasty.Damn, that must have been some awful sushi.
