“I’m going to fuck your cunt raw tonight, Lexi.” More squeezing has me grinning like a loon. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
She scowls at me, but the expression is meaningless when her body is pulsing and hot around mine.
“C’mon.” I rise up, taking her with me. “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can make you dirty again.”
“What?” Her fingernails dig into my shoulders when I launch to my feet with her in my arms, my cock still buried in her cunt. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the bathroom where I plan to get you all slippery wet.” The grin on my face hurts, it’s so wide. For the first time since I renovated the bathroom, I’ll be able to test out the seat and fancy shower heads I installed.
“Garrett.”
“You want me to put you down?” I stop walking and study her face. “Because if you say you’re done, I’ll pull my cock out and put you on your feet.”
She’s quiet and the look in her eyes tells me she’s fighting an internal battle I’m not privy to. Yet.
“You’re in charge, Lexi. You say stop, we stop. You say fuck me and I’m pounding into you until you feel me in your throat.” My words have her body clenching, and I know she hasn’t had enough of me yet.
“Just tonight. No strings.”
I nod in acknowledgment. I can’t verbalize an agreement because I don’t agree. Not with the one night and definitely not with the no strings.
I want all the nights and all the strings and…
I’m fucked.
This woman had me in knots from the second I laid eyes on her and now that I’ve been inside her, know what she feels like—sounds like—when she comes apart, there is no way tonight will be enough.
I can only hope our chemistry is too much for her to ignore. Even if she leaves in the morning planning to never come back, she’ll need to pick up her car at some point.
I’ll gladly use the Jag as a hostage.
I’ve never tricked or forced a woman into my bed, but I’m honest enough to admit I’d consider doing it with Lexi.
I’ll use every skill I have and learn more to keep her coming back to my bed—to me.
Because after one fuck I know I can’t go the rest of my life not burying my dick in her.
9
ALEXANDRIA
The bed beneath me is firm but soft and I don’t know if I’ve ever lain on anything so comfortable in my life.
Then again maybe it’s the pleasure surging through me that has me so relaxed—boneless.
I’ve lost count of the number of orgasms I’ve had tonight. Garrett has been on a mission to keep me flying off the edge. As soon as I tumble to the bottom, he pushes me back up again. Sometimes, like now, before I even reach the bottom of the incredible highs he’s delivered.
I’m sore. But Garrett is not an idiot. He’s proven how smart he is by the way he’s playing my body like a master who has done it all his life. No man knows me as well as this one. It’s only been a few hours and yet, every squirm, every twitch, every sound, he reads like the words on a page of his favorite novel.
This orgasm is quieter, slower, the sensations floating through me like warm honey, thick and sticky; my nerves are soothed while still being inflamed. It’s like a warm cloth on sore muscles. Comforting, relieving.
“That’s it, roll with it,” Garrett murmurs into my core.
Draped over his shoulders, my limp legs tremble around his head as he devours me. His talented mouth is all over me. Kissing, licking, sucking. Soft, sweeping, lapping.
I open my mouth to say his name only it gets tangled in my throat with a moan as his ministrations take me over the peak once more.
“Yeah, like that. Nice and easy. All sweet and slippery.”
