He squeezes my ass, aligning my hips closer to his, letting me feel just how happy he is. I run my hand down his arm, link his hand with mine, and drag him further into his apartment. He doesn’t protest when we end up on his balcony. In fact, his eyes darken. I hook my fingers in the elastic of my underwear beneath my dress and discard them, kicking them off.
“Jesus, Addie,” he hisses. And then he’s on me, kissing along my jawline, down my neck. “You’re wearing black today. I’ve never seen it on you.”
“It’s my sexy alter ego,” I say as he nips at my collar bone. “Figured since you were wearing colour that we should switch. I wanted to be broody today. Maybe you could take what you want this time. Bend me over the railing.”
He spins me away from him and pins me against the tinted glass of his balcony. I grab hold of the iron bar at the top. I shoot him a devious smile as I look back at him. He bunches up my dress like he’s savouring the moment. When his eyes meet mine, I can see the restraint in them, how hard he’s focusing on not ripping my clothes off. We’re concealed in the dusky evening. He faces the back of the complex, a view of luscious trees and a roadway in the distance. There are no lights back here. If he wanted to ravish me completely, he could. But there’s something distinctly sexy about him taking his time, lifting up my skirt, and discretely having his way with me.
His fingertips trail along my ass, leaving me aching in anticipation that he won’t let me give in to. Though, I guess I did tell him to do what he wants.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I say, parroting what he said to me our first time, but in reverse. “I want to know your dirty thoughts, Zander.”
“Addie, you’re going to kill me.”
“If that’s part of your fantasy, then sure.”
“I’m going to make you squirm.” His fingers deliver on the promise as he dips between my legs. I gasp as he draws a full circuit from my clit, down to my opening, and back again. “You’re soaked,” he whispers right by my ear.
Though he still hasn’t freed himself from his pants, I can feel him pressing against my back. It causes a whine to leave my throat.
“My needy girl,” he says, nipping my earlobe. “I’m going to make you come harder than you have in your entire life.” He squeezes my clit between his thumb and pointer finger. My bodylocks as a shockwave of pleasure shoots through me. “I’m not going to fuck you until I’m done having my way.”
“Fuck, Zander,” I say on a pant, then he’s on his knees.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn't his face between my thighs. I’ve dated a few men, had decent sex, even if I’d never come from penetration until Zander, but this…none of them had wanted to reciprocate oral sex. And, Jesus Christ, it’s so fucking perfect that Zander is my first.
I know I won’t last long the second his mouth lands on my clit. I cry out so loud it echoes around us. I cover my mouth as Zander chuckles against me, buzzing sensation through my core.
“Zander,” I say, gripping the railing so hard my knuckles turn white. “Zander, my God.”
“You taste like fucking heaven, Adelaide.” I can feel his breath against my clit and it makes my knees weak. “Now you’re going to ride my face until you come. Make a mess so everyone knows what we did out here.”
His words get me so wet I can feel myself dripping down my legs. He runs his tongue along my inner thighs, lapping me up before returning to my hot core. I shudder with his lips on me, his fingers curling inside me.
My head drops to the railing. I can hardly keep myself up. I must make some noise, a whimper, a low growl, because he intuitively senses me at the edge. His fingers pick up speed, mouth presses firmer. His tongue flicks against the bud like it’s his damn job. I can hear my pulse in my ears, feel it between my thighs. The ache is deep and stunning.
“Come for me, Addie,” he commands. He kisses my clit, a gesture so at odds with the manic movement of his fingers. “Come on my face.”
I gasp. He removes his fingers from me and the lack of action is shocking. It makes my body go rigid.
“Zander,” I growl.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ve got you. This is the grand finale.”
He licks from my clit to my entrance. It’s messy and delicious. It’s such a tease this late in the game when I’mthisfrazzled. And then his tongue pushes inside me. I fracture. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He vigorously circles my clit as I ride through a powerful orgasm that leaves me slumped against his balcony.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper.
He stands, drawing my face to his, making me taste myself on his lips. My pussy clenches hard, building the wave of a new orgasm. I moan into his mouth.
“Zander,” I pant. “I need you.”
I reach for his belt buckle, undo it with shaky fingers. He chuckles.
“I’ll take over for you,” he says, placing another kiss on my lips. I run my tongue over my bottom lip as he undoes his jeans, lowers the zipper, and slips himself out of his boxers. God, I almost drool. He palms himself. I can’t take my eyes off him. “Bend over.”
I do. I can’t form a thought. I would do anything he asked me if it meant I got to come around him again.
He slams into me, no warning or preamble. He sinks into me over and over and over again, my arms behind my back, clasped together in one of his long-fingered hands at the wrist. His other works my clit into oblivion.
