I grab his hand to guide it to my exposed pussy, but he rips it away. Before I can complain, he rises to his elbow and slings the sheets away to reveal my bare lower half.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
The tiny hairs on my arms and neck rise at his domineering tone. “Lex, I want you to do it.”
“I won’t, Andrea. You have to do it yourself.”
I protest with a moan and push against him harder. Nothing compares to his touch, and that’s what I need right now. When he understands I won’t cooperate, Lex rips himself away from me and moves to kneel between my legs as he pushes me on my back. His dark irises stare down at my exposed pussy with hunger, and when I try to bring my knees together, he prevents it, his hands firmly keeping my thighs wide open.
“Touch yourself, Andrea,” he repeats, his voice lower.
Between how horny he sounds and how he looks at me, something throbs in my core. Fuck, I need something. Anything. My hand is hesitant as it travels down. I feel exposed and scrutinized. His eyes remain locked on my soaked folds as I circle my clit with the tip of my middle finger. It feels awkward at first, but I grow more confident with every roll.
“That’s it,” he approves. “Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.”
My back arches, spreading my legs further. He’s so hard, straining against his underwear, that I wonder if it hurts. If I have to be vulnerable like this in front of him, so does he.
“Take yourself out,” I order.
He isn’t long to comply, pushing down his briefs and letting his dick spring free. His obscenely swollen length points toward me, its tip wet with want. My insides throb, eager to welcome him, and I press my fingers a little harder, increasing the pace. Fuck, I want him to ram into me and take me hard. I want to leave this bed scathed, marked forever by his need for me.
“Grab yourself,” I demand next. Again, he obeys and wraps his large hand around his impressive girth. “Tighter.”
The muscles and tendons of his hand flex as he complies. “Good,” I approve with pride. “Now, fuck your fist, Lex. Imagine it’s my pussy.”
Wetness nearly gushes out of me when he begins massaging himself, following the pace of my fingers still playing with my clit. Watching him jerk off is another level of hot. It’s fucking scorching.
My eyes travel from his busy hand to his handsome face veiled with lust and desire. We watch each other, completely wrapped in a cocoon of lust. He focuses on the first half of himself, squeezing harderwhenever he reaches the head. I’ve never been great at hand jobs, so I take mental notes.
“Take off your T-shirt,” he orders.
I obey quickly, sitting up to pass it over my head, and then I let myself fall back. Ravenous, he looks down at the hard tips of my breasts. Because I know how much he wishes he could do it himself, I palm my tits and pinch, pull, and twist my nipples. He enjoys the sight so much that a clear stream of precum drips out of his tip to land right on my folds.
Fuck, this has no right being so hot…
I’m about to return a hand between my legs when he beats me to it, releasing his dick. God, yes! Let him take over and make me touch the sky. But he swipes his palm and fingers along my drenched folds and grabs himself again.Jesus…He needed lubricant and my aching pussy delivered. Now, whenever he goes up and down his length, it makes a wet, carnal sound.
That’s when I understand that this won’t go any further. He won’t fuck me. We’re coming like this, together but separate. So, if I want to satisfy this need to have something inside me, I’ll have to do it myself.
Transfixed by his incredible body on display before me and the way he fucks himself, I slip two fingers inside me as deeply as I can. He curses under his breath as I pump them in and out of me at a fast pace, seeking my release. My fingers are too short to reach that sweet spot, but it still feels amazing, especially with his eyes on me like this.
We can both hear how wet I am. Maybe I should be embarrassed by it, but I keep going. I keep going until pleasure washes over me like a violent wave. My legs twitch on each side of him, my back arches off the mattress, and his name rolls off my lips with a cry. In the midst of my orgasm, I see that the tempo of his hand has become harsh, almost brutal. He’s about to join me, and I wish he’d slam into me and empty himself in my pussy. I can feel how drenched my orgasm makes me, how my walls spasm around my fingers, so I know how good it would feel for him.
I don’t have time to beg for it, as an animalistic roar rumbles in his chest. I look down just in time to see the first rope of his cum spurt out of his tip. It lands on the left of my navel, hot and thick. Still dizzy from my orgasm, I slip my fingers out and push myself up on my elbows to watch him come all over my lower stomach and pussy, streams of white seeming to come out of him endlessly. His groans and moans have my walls clenching around emptiness, craving so much more.
Once he has pumped out the last drop, he adjusts his boxer briefs back on his hips, shoving his still-hard dick in them. With visible relief on his dashing face, he leans back on his heels to admire his handywork. I look like a Jackson Pollock, covered in splashes of cum, some of it dripping down my slit.
“Go out on a date with me,” he demands out of the blue.
I didn’t expect that, not at this moment, so I don’t answer right away, a little surprised.
“Saturday. Let me take you out on a date,” he insists.
My nod is shaky—not because I hesitate but because I’m still recuperating from what we did. He must think I’m unsure about it because he feels the need to say, “I promise it’s just a date, Andrea. No implications, no expectations… I just want to spend time with you.”
I nod with more determination this time. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Lex.”
His shoulders sink with what must be relief before he leans in with his hands on each side of me. He kisses my chest, moves up my throat, and stops to hold his face above mine.
