against the wall,” he mumbles between short kisses. “Gonna fuck you good and proper.”
He reaches the bedroom, boots the door shut, and throws me down on his bed. I bounce once and lean up on my elbows to take him in. My mouth waters the instant he reaches behind his head, grabbing his tee by the neck and yanking it up and over. The bunch and flex of his muscles make me wet.
He grips my jeans, tugging the fabric open and sliding them off with my panties as if it were a sport. He follows me down, my body lowering beneath his until I’m flat on my back, and he hovers shirtless above me. He takes my mouth again in a slow, tantalizing kiss. My hands roam his back and press into his flesh, desperate to speed things up, to finally feel all of him inside me.
“Alex,” I beg, arching my neck and thrusting my chest upward. I want to cry in sweet relief when he takes the hint and peels my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere in the abyss beside the bed. He slips a hand around me and unhooks my bra, unwrapping me and sending it with the shirt.
“Yes,” I whimper, then groan when only a single-digit circles my nipple.
“What’s the rush?” His voice is husky with lust and want.
“I want to feel you.” To emphasize my point, I slip a hand between us and cup the bulge in his jeans. His eyes nearly roll back in his head. He drops his face to nuzzle my chest, the strands of his shaggy beard friction against my sensitive skin.
“So feel me.” He thrusts his pelvis against my hand. Empowerment hits like a lightning bolt, and my nimble fingers make quick work of the button and fly on his jeans. Parting the fabric blindly, I dive inside and immediately encounter the silky skin of his hard cock. I circle the width of him, just shy of making my fingers touch, and give a tentative stroke.
“Fuck,” he growls. “That feels good.” He thrusts rhythmically in my hand while letting me explore.
“You know I’ve done this before. You don’t have to take it slow.”
Everything stops as Alex’s thrusts cease. He lifts his head from my chest and opens his eyes to look down at me. He plants an elbow in the bed beside my chest and brushes a strand of hair from my lips.
“You ever make love to a man before? Before all the bad shit happened, did you lose your virginity to a bumbling teenager?”
Embarrassment blazes my cheeks. “No”
A muscle in his jaw clenches.
“Right. S’far as I’m concerned then, this is your first time, and I’m not going to take your virginity like some inconsiderate jackass who gets his while not makin’ sure you get yours.”
He dips closer, his nose nearly touching mine.
“That means, baby, we get to play.”
His smirk is devilish as he uses his elbow in the bed to roll, his other arm latching around to take me with him, and flips us so his back is to the bed and I’m straddling his thighs. He pistons his hips with his heels planted in the mattress, taking us both to the head of the bed. Resting against the pillows, he smirks again, his eyes all bedroom soft before reaching up, palming the back of my head, and pulling me down for a searing kiss. “Play,” he growls against my lips.
I take his hard length in my fist, testing the weight of him before slowly rolling my palm down and back up. I increase my pace, jacking him fast and then slow, twisting my wrist and watching the head take on a deep red hue before loosening my grip.
“Goddamn,” he groans and tips his head into the pillows. His tongue lashes out to lick his bottom lip, leaving a glistening dew.
The ache between my thighs spreads as I watch his growing pleasure, in his face, and the tension in his biceps bunched next to his ears. I bear down to relieve my mounting desire and come up empty in the space between his spread thighs. A moan of frustration slips free.
“Crawl up here, blossom.”
I look up from his hard cock to his face, the burning need stark and demanding, while continuing to stroke.
“Now,” he demands.
I go, mostly because I want to kiss him again, but also because the ache between my thighs is nearing unbearable.
Releasing him, I lower my body until I’m flush against his chest and slide