Better With You, page 4
He lets out a loud burst of laughter, and tries to resume kissing me, but I put up a hand to stop him.
“Gimme just another second. I’m committing this body to memory for later.”
He laughs again and sits back on his ankles. “And what about me? Don’t you think I should get the same opportunity?”
“Need spank bank material, Butch?” I grin at him, then sit up and rise onto my knees. Even mirroring his stance, I have to look up to see his face. And what a face it is.
“Yes, please.” So polite. His eyes are on me with rapt attention, and I feel powerful. I play with the hem of my shirt, and his gaze is stuck on my fingers, waiting. Anticipating.
“Fuck, Sundance, don’t make me wait any longer,” he grinds out, without taking his eyes off my hand. His blatant hunger spurs me on, so I slowly pull my band tee off and drop it on the floor next to the bed.
“Christ,” he whispers, and reaches out to palm my breast through my black lace bralette. It’s nothing special, but he’s staring like it is. He gives my breast a gentle squeeze, and I drop my head back and release a whimper.
He bends down and takes my nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking it through the lacy fabric of my bra, then meets my eyes and says in a voice thick with desire, “Je veux te faire jouir.”
Oh, okay.
That was sexy. I have no idea what he said—could have been “fancy a pb&j?” for all I care—but that was hot. Hello, French dirty talk. I’m a little stunned, head foggy with lust and need, so I say the first thing that comes to my mind.
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”
His lips twitch, and I can tell he’s trying to hold back a laugh. There’s a sexy growl from his throat that makes me tighten my thighs.
“Oui,” he says, his eyes dancing. Damn this man.
Alex grabs my waist, pulls me back to him, and attacks my lips with another desperate kiss. I pull back slightly with a smile, toying with him, and dip my tongue in and out of his mouth, caressing his tongue and then making him chase me. I reach my hand into the back of his joggers, gripping his tight ass and squeezing hard. He bites my lip, groans into my mouth, and moves his hands to the button on my jeans.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be thinking about it for weeks,” he whispers as he drags my zipper down.
“Prove it,” I taunt, and he tugs my jeans over my ass and down my thighs.
Then we’re being halted by his phone alarm. It’s one of the loud, foghorn-type ones, and I wince at how annoying the sound is.
“Cupcakes,” he grunts against my lips. He rips himself away from me and walks backward toward the door. “Don’t move. Not a single inch. I’ll be right back.” Then he darts into the hallway, and I hear the loud thumps of him running down the stairs.
Because he told me not to move, I stand up and take my jeans off. Then my socks. Because who the hell has sex with socks on? Not me. I drop them where my shirt has already been discarded by the bed.
Should I take off the bralette? I hear clanking in the kitchen and quicken my movements. Yes, I should.
I’m dropping the bralette on top of my pile of clothes when he comes rushing back into the room, and he skids to a halt. His gaze eats up my bare skin, turning my nipples to stiff peaks and setting me ablaze.
“I told you not to move,” he growls.
I shrug. “Oops.”
I put my hand on my hip and pop it out, power-pose, and wait as he looks me over. I’m almost completely naked, wearing just a pair of plain red cotton underwear, but I could be sporting the latest Savage X Fenti line with how slack his jaw goes, how scorching hot his eyes flare. When I feel his eyes settle on the tattoo on my chest, I speak up.
“I’m at a disadvantage here, Butch.”
He raises his eyes to mine with a smirk. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Level the playing field.” I gesture to his lower half. “Pants.”
Alex complies without question, keeping his eyes on me as he lets his joggers fall to his feet and kicks them to the side of the room. Then he takes off his socks, thank god. When he stands back up to his full height, I lose my cocky smirk and literally gawk. His black boxer briefs are tight, really tight, and his hard dick is displayed perfectly down his muscular left thigh. I can actually see the ridge of his head outlined through the fabric.
“Holy dick print,” I whisper, and his low chuckle vibrates through the room. He reaches down and grips his giant erection with his giant hand. I groan at the sight, and he squeezes and gives it a tug. I slip my thumbs into the band of my panties so I can slide them off, but he stops me.
“No.” His voice is low and commanding, no room for argument, and he stalks toward me. “I’m doing that.”
I gasp when he curls his hands over my ribcage, just under my arms, and brushes his thumb over my tattoo, then lower, over both of my nipples, and then the underside of my breasts, then lower still, tracking over my belly button to my hips.
When he drops to his knees in front of me, I almost come.
“You’re all mine now,” he says, deep and dark with promise, and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I plunge my fingers into his hair. God, it really is just as soft as I thought. And thick. I tug at a fistful, and he bites my nipple, making me cry out. His eyes meet mine, dark, dark brown with dilated pupils, and he grins at me.
This fucker grins at me, mouth full of my fucking tit, and drags my panties down to my ankles. I step out of them, then he lifts me up, puts me on the edge of the bed and spreads my legs so I’m totally exposed.
I lean back on my elbows and watch him, his wide shoulders settled between my parted thighs. It’s so sexy; I can’t even handle it. I’m tingling everywhere, ready and wanting. His eyes set me on fire, first on my pussy, and then up to my face.
“You’re soaked,” Alex says with a devilish smirk, and I roll my eyes.
“No shit, Sherlock. What are you going to do about it?”
“I’ve got big, big plans.” He raises one eyebrow, smirk still on his face, and glides his thumb through my folds and over my clit.
“Yes,” I gasp, and drop my head back. He rubs my clit in little circles with his thumb, and I’m just about to spur him on when he replaces his thumb with his mouth. “Oh, fuck yes.”
I rise back up on my elbows and watch as he closes his entire mouth over me and licks with the flat of his tongue, never taking his eyes off me. When he sucks on my clit, I moan and raise my hips, wanting more. Needing more. He chuckles against me, and goosebumps erupt over my entire body. When I feel one of his thick fingers circling my opening, I drop back down on the bed and fist his hair in my hands.
Slowly, so slowly, he presses into me, first one finger, then a second, and with his tongue and lips attending to my clit, I can’t separate the sensations. All I can do is rock against his mouth and pull on his hair, and soon, I’m riding his face as he fucks me with his fingers. The scruff on his jaw scrapes against my inner thighs, and when he flicks his tongue quickly on my clit, I feel him start to add a third finger. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a third finger before, and I want it. I want his.
“Oh my god, Alex.” I press against him as he slides in, and after only a few pumps from his fingers, a few more licks and sucks, I can feel myself start to tighten and my hips start to quake. “Alex, I’m gonna come. Keep doing it just like that,” I cry out, and he continues to flick and suck my clit as his fingers curl inside me, stroking my inner walls.
When I come, my orgasm blasts through me, bunching up all my muscles and making me quiver in a way I’ve never felt before. I clamp my thighs closed, but Alex uses his arms to press them back open, tonguing my clit until I start to jerk and shake, pulling harder on his hair.
“Oh my god,” I say, “no more, no more.”
He brings his mouth to my hip bone and bites, then sucks, and I know I’m going to have a mark tomorrow. When he stands, I sit up and immediately go for his boxer briefs.
“Off,” I demand as I grip the band and tug down. From our position, the movement is awkward, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. I just need him inside me. I need to feel whatever it was I just felt again.
He takes a step back and replaces my hands with his, pulling his underwear down and allowing his erection to spring free.
And Ho. Ly. Shit.
“What the hell, Alex,” I groan. “You’re smuggling a freaking baseball bat in your pants.” He laughs at me, loud and uninhibited, and for so long that he has to brace his hands on his knees. “This isn’t a laughing matter, Butch. You’re gonna impale me with that thing.”
He flashes me a salacious grin that I feel all the way to my toes. “I’ll go gentle on you.”
“Oh, no you won’t.” I want to prop my hand on my hip, but I can’t because of how I’m sitting. “Get over here and fuck me so good I’ll be thinking about it for weeks.” The laughter vanishes from his face, and he stalks toward me.
“You want me to slide home,” he growls as he climbs on top of me, boxing me in once more.
“Yes,” and I grab his hair again and pull his mouth to mine.
Alex reaches in the drawer of his bedside table and pulls out a condom, and I take it so I can be the one to put it on him. I grip him and smirk when he thrusts into my hand.
“Patience,” I tease against his mouth, and I slowly roll the condom down his thick shaft. Once it’s on, I rub his head up and down my slit, and I’m so keyed up—so turned on—that I whimper at the contact. Alex places his hand over mine, guides his dick to my entrance, and pushes in. He goes slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size, to the weight and feel of him, and when he’s fully seated, we both moan.
“I can feel you in my throat,” I say on a gasp as he begins to move with long, deep strokes.
“Fuck, Sundance,” he grinds out, “don’t say shit like that.” He hoists one of my legs over his bicep, and I can’t hold back my shuddering cry.
“Oh my god, you feel so good.”
He’s barely moving, but the heavy, full feel of him has me reeling. When he starts to pick up speed, stars dance in my vision, and I move with him, chasing the high. Chasing the sparks.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he pants, and I grab onto his biceps—rock solid and smooth. I can feel them strain under my fingers as he pushes into me, and I squeeze. He kisses me, rabid and hungry, and when I bite his lip, he grunts and thrusts harder.
“Yes,” I urge and buck into him. “Fuck me hard like that.”
“You want it hard, Sundance?” His rough, rhythmic movements don’t falter when he bends down and sucks on my neck, then rumbles onto my skin, “You want me to beat this pussy up?”
“Oh my god, yes.”
He hoists my other leg up, so both are resting on his shoulders, then he shoves something soft under my ass. A pillow, maybe?
“Hold on tight, baby.” He flashes me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, sweat dotting his forehead, his hair framing his face, and I clench around him just to see the lust in his eyes burn brighter. Before I can mirror his grin, he speeds up.
And fuck me.
He pounds into me so hard, so fast, that my teeth rattle and my pussy sings. The spot deep inside that he’s hitting is torturously good. I watch where we’re connected as he moves in and out at rapid speed. From this position, all I can do is watch and grip him, squeeze his arms and dig into his biceps with my nails. I want to move with him, to give him back what I’m getting, but I can’t. He’s in complete control, and I’m obsessing over it. It’s amazing, the way he’s owning me like this. The way he’s hitting me so deep. I don’t want it to end, but I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
“Is this what you wanted?” he says as he does what he promised. As he fucks me so good I’ll be thinking about it for weeks. “You’re gonna feel me for days, Sundance.”
I bounce my eyes between his dick and his face. I don’t know what view is sexier—the picture of dominance on his features or the way he’s stretching and filling me. How red and swollen and soaked my pussy looks. I clench around him, my walls start to convulse, and oh my god, I’m gonna come again.
“Yeah, baby,” he says, never slowing, unrelenting, “come all over my cock. Let me feel that pussy choke my dick.” Holy whoa, the mouth on this one.
“Oh fuck, Alex. Oh fuck, oh my god,” I chant, and I clamp my eyes closed as I detonate. My cry is unrecognizable, animalistic and feral, and he continues thrusting until I’m shaking and shoving at his chest.
He drops my legs and kisses me hard, and I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me. Our tongues tangle, and his hand runs up and down my body, pinching my nipple and squeezing my ass. Then he’s pulling out of me and flipping me onto my stomach, so quickly I don’t realize it happened until my face is in the mattress and he’s pulled my hips up, so I’m on my knees with my ass in the air.
I rise up on my forearms and look over my shoulder, just in time to see him thrust back into me, his eyes on my pussy, and my responding moan matches his in desperation.
“Alex,” I choke out, and he chuckles in that low, rumbling, devious way that vibrates through me.
“We’re not finished yet, Sundance.” He runs his palm down my spine and then smacks my ass. He strokes in and out of me, slower this time, but no less punishing, and despite my exhaustion, I rock my body back into him, feeling my ass hit his hip bones. When he speeds up, so do I, and I have to prop a hand on the headboard to brace myself. To meet him thrust for thrust with equal power.
“You’re going to come again,” he commands behind me and reaches around to rub my clit.
“I am,” I say, and I don’t know if I want to press back into his body or down onto his hand. When he pinches my clit, the decision no longer matters, and I come, for the third time tonight, on his dick as he fucks me, rubbing my clit and stroking inside me until I let out a sob and have to reach beneath myself to still his hand.
He laughs. The fucker laughs, and I’m too blissed out to care.
He grabs my hips and pounds into me a few more times, rhythmless and frantic, until he groans loudly with his release.
I faceplant into the mattress and he gets up to dispose of the condom. Then he drops down next to me, making me bounce from the impact, and for a few minutes, we just lie there panting. I have to wait to regain consciousness—for my soul to return to my body—because oh. My. God. That sex was phenomenal.
I mumble it out, to commend him on a job well done, and he smacks my ass again.
“You’re unbelievable,” he breathes, and I turn my head to meet his eyes. They’re on me. Dark, chocolate brown and dancing with something I’ve never seen before. Some sort of post-sex magical juju or some such sorcery. Whatever it is, I blink and roll over. It’s time for me to bounce before things get weird.
“Nope,” he blurts and puts his giant hand on my thigh, “we’re spooning.”
“You want to cuddle?” I ask on a laugh.
“Fuck yeah, I wanna cuddle,” he says as he pulls and maneuvers me so I’m curled in front of him. “Just give me ten minutes and we can go again.” I feel him settle behind me, his arms draped possessively around my body and his breath warming my scalp through my sweaty sex hair. I barely did anything, but I feel like I just ran one of Kelley’s marathons. My muscles relax despite the unfamiliar territory and my eyelids grow heavy.
“Ten minutes,” I say on a sigh, and let my eyes drift closed.
* * *
I wake feeling overheated and trapped.
There’s something large and heavy holding me down, and for a split second, I feel afraid. But then the surrounding room comes into focus, and I take note of the soothing deep breathing behind me, the familiar muscular arm that’s wrapped around my body, and the large hand that’s currently cupping my breast. I have to stifle a giggle. We’re here, sleeping naked in Alex’s bed, and dude is just casually holding on to my tit. Ridiculous.
Carefully, I remove his hand from my chest, slide my body slowly out from under his arm, then gently put his arm back on the bed. I start to gather my clothes from the nice, easily accessible pile I put them in, but I can’t find my underwear.
Where the hell are they?
Shit, that’s right. He took them off me. I huff.
I do a quick scan of the room but don’t see my red cotton panties, and when Alex’s big body rustles on the bed, I abandon my search and put my jeans on commando. Once dressed, I tiptoe to the door and take one last glance at the big, beautiful man on the bed. I feel a small twinge of something, a teeny tiny ache, and then I turn and walk out.
I slip on my Docs when I hit the bottom of the stairs, but before I can walk out the front door, I remember the cupcakes. My stomach rumbles at the thought. Damn it. I glance up the stairs and listen closely, but there’s no sign of movement, so I make my way into the kitchen on light feet.
The funfetti cupcakes have been placed on a cooling rack on the counter, and the bowl of icing has been covered with a plastic lid. To say I’m impressed at the tidiness is an understatement.
I open random drawers until I find the one with silverware and take out a butterknife. Then I snag one of the cupcakes, pop open the bowl of icing and scoop some out onto the cupcake. I spread the icing on the top, then lick the excess off the butterknife. The fudge and cherries burst on my tongue, and I release a tiny hum of appreciation. I put the knife on the counter and peel back the cupcake wrapper, taking a giant bite and savoring it.
Damn, that’s good.
“Now who’s the thief?”
I jump at the rumbling voice behind me, and whirl to find Alex leaning on the wall, arms crossed, and wearing only a pair of joggers. His eyebrow is raised and he’s smirking at me, and if I weren’t so startled, I might gawk at how hot he looks.
“I helped make these,” I say, and lick some icing off my finger. “Technically, I should be entitled to half of them.” I take another bite and delight in how his eyes are drawn to my mouth. He watches as I chew and swallow, and when I peek my tongue out to lick my lips, he pushes off the wall and walks toward me.
