Not minding me, Lex goes to the fridge to take out a water bottle. I watch, bewitched, as he drinks from it, observing how his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He finishes it in one go, and when he puts it down, his eyes meet mine.
Fuck, this is all on purpose. This fucking asshole knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He stretches, making his abs and arms contract while the towel goes even lower, and I swear to God I’m seconds away from barking. He seems to decide this is enough for now, so he walks to his room, his back muscles rippling under his skin.
Woof.
“I know what you’re trying to do, Lex. It won’t work,” I scold, hoping it’ll give me the strength to not follow him in there.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answers without turning to me. He pulls on his towel to remove it, flashing me his delectable ass for a hot second before disappearing into his room.
My incredulous protest comes in the form of a shocked breath. Oh, he isn’t ready for what he just started. Because I’ve always lacked restraint with him, he doesn’t realize just how pigheaded I can be. But he’s about to understand why my mom sometimes calls mepuerquita.
Fueled by a mix of pride and frustration, I stand up and storm to Lex’s room. He’s just done pulling up a pair of black boxer briefs, still adjusting the waistband around his hips.
My sudden arrival doesn’t surprise him, as if he expected me to come. “Need something?” he not-so-innocently wonders.
His arrogant assurance is exactly what I need to remind myself I’m on a mission. “I’m going to my room to unwind before dinner tonight. I just wanted to let you know so you don’t disturb me.”
A twinge of disappointment flickers in his eyes, and I bite the inside of my cheek so I won’t smile. He really expected me to come begging for slex. I’m sure that if I lied down and asked him to eat me out, he’d drop to his knees and worship me until I said stop. But his attitude doesn’t deserve a reward, so I smile politely and say, “Again, don’t disturb.”
He nods, still taken aback. “Sure.”
Once I’m back in the living room, I turn off the TV. I need silence for what’s about to happen. Then, I practically skip to my room and leave the door slightly ajar so he can’t see the bed but still hear what’s going on in here. After a detour by the bathroom, I walk to my bed with Jensen in hand. Today, Alexander Coleman will learn a very frustrating lesson.
I remove my shorts and underwear in one motion, and after some consideration, I keep my T-shirt on. If he caves in and takes a peek, I’d rather he doesn’t get the full show. He’ll have to take my shirt off himself if he wants to see the rest.
My excitement almost makes me giddy as I lie on the bed, smiling at the ceiling. This will put me on Santa’s naughty list for the rest of my life, but I don’t care. Lex deserves it.
It won’t be as good as what he can do, but knowing he’s right there, knowing he’ll listen to everything, brings me an insane amount of satisfaction. And it makes me so fucking wet, too. As soon as I hear him out there, back to the central space of the suite, I move into action.
The familiar buzzing of the vibrator spreads goosebumps on my exposed skin. I spread my legs and bring Jensen between them. The soft silicon rubs against my lips as I push it lower—to where my desire for Lex has gathered. I roll it there for a moment, pressing just a little, playing with the idea of penetration. When it’s slick with my wetness, I bring it up again, right over my clit. Shit, it’s already swollen and sensitive. Lex really did a number on me, didn’t he?
My eyes close to conjure the vision of what happened moments ago, to imagine his perfectly sculpted body over mine. I let out a trembling breath, pressing Jensen harder. I think of that date he’ll take me on, of what will happen after. It’s so effortless to envision his head between my thighs, licking my pussy like I’m his favorite ice cream flavor. He always loved making me come like that. This time, it’s a soft moan that pours out of me.
He’ll make me come this way first, sucking on my clit, rolling his devilish tongue around the bud, entering me with it, even. Then, once I’m ready for him, prepared for his girth, he’ll sink his cock into me, inch by delicious inch until all of him is in all of me.
As I imagine him doing that, I align Jensen with my slit and push it in. “Hmm,” I moan, my back arching to find a better angle.
I tried to find something similarly sized to my favorite dick ever, but Jensen is missing a little over an inch and a half in length, and the girth is nowhere near Lex’s. It can still do the trick, though. Better than Idris, which always leaves me wanting more.
Though I’m pretty sure I’ll still crave more after. I’ll crave the stretch, the slight pain that comes with taking Lex’s cock. It’s been a while, so I’ll probably need to reacquaint myself with his size. Shit, I can’t wait for him to fuck me until I fit him like a glove again.
The steady pace of Jensen between my legs makes me moan so loud that I know he heard it. Even if he settled into the office to work, he now knows what’s happening here.
I’m not particularly vocal when I’m on my own like this, but this isn’t just for me. It’s mostly for Lex, actually, so I owe it to him to make sure he can hear it all.
My walls spasm around the rigid length, my orgasm building up already. But as good as it feels, it’s nothing compared to what I used to get. Lex’s dick was such a perfect fit, so incredibly efficient…
Desperate to relive that, I fuck myself harder with the toy. With the increased pace comes increased moans, and when I angle it to hit where it feels so fucking good, I let out a trembling cry. My free hand flies up to my chest, and I tug and twist at an aching nipple over my T-shirt, wishing Lex’s deft mouth was playing with it instead.
I open my eyes again and look at the door. It hasn’t moved, but I can almost feel his presence behind it. Is he standing right there, listening to me? Can he hear the wet sound of Jensen sliding in and out of me? Is he hard, wishing he was the one pumping into me like this?
The image has my hips bucking, my legs spreading wider as a shiver rolls through me. “Mmh, fuck,” I whimper.
The rhythm of my hand hastens as I shove the vibrator in and out, chasing that orgasm as if my life depends on it. Soon, he’ll do all this to me. He’ll fuck me and make us one again until we finish together. I miss his animalistic grunts when he comes inside me, the sensation of his cum shooting in my pussy, and the way he shudders against me.
“Aah, baby,” I let out, my legs shaking from the pending orgasm. The tension grows close to exploding.
Jensen has never felt this good, never made me cry out like this. But I’m not with Jensen right now. I’m with Lex. Jensen is only a vessel, a tool, a poor substitution for the person making me cry out and pant on the other side of this door, listening to every little sound, maybe even stroking himself.
