by Alex Wolf
“How drunk are you?”
She looks up at me and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Sober enough to know I’ve wanted you for weeks.” She makes a “come here” motion with her finger.
I don’t miss a beat.
She stands up next to my bed before I can make it over, and I kiss her harder than I’ve ever kissed a woman in my life. At the same time, I unzip her dress and slide it past the curve of her hips.
This is happening.
My mouth goes dry and all my senses are heightened. It’s like I’m sixteen again, about to get laid for the first time.
When her dress puddles around her feet, I appraise her from head to toe. She’s in a red lace bra and matching panties. I take a mental snapshot because she’s just—perfection, inside and out. She uses her foot and kicks her dress across the room. It hits the wall and slides down to the floor.
I reach for the hem of my shirt and peel it up over my head, my eyes locked on Abigail the entire time. She does that sexy shit where she bites her lip again, and if she’s not careful I might bite it for her.
“I think we need to take these off.” She takes a step toward me and reaches for my pants.
“Agreed.”
She fumbles with the button on my pants. I can’t remember my cock being this hard, ever. She doesn’t even get to the zipper before her hand is down the front.
My head tilts up to the ceiling for a split-second, because fuck, her soft hand on my dick is heaven. My entire body is on fire for her, immolating from within. I want everything, her mouth, her pussy. All of it.
More than that, I just want her.
She’s mine.
Her hand is still down my pants when I fist her hair and tilt her head up to face me.
Her eyes widen in shock, then the corners of her mouth turn up into a sly grin. A slight gasp parts her lips and I can’t help myself. She needs to know who’s in charge in the bedroom, and she doesn’t seem to mind one bit. I claim her mouth once more, licking and exploring. Her hand strokes back and forth on my dick, and I groan against her lips.
She takes her free hand and shoves my pants and boxer briefs down my legs, freeing my cock. “I can’t believe I just came to your apartment.”
I shove her down onto my bed and a soft coo parts her lips. Before she can recover, I spread her legs and stare right at her pussy. “You’re about to come in my apartment, repeatedly.”
“Holy shit, Dex.” She moans when my mouth dives straight between her thighs.
I glance up at her face and her eyes are heavy and sated. They widen when I grip her panties with both hands and rip them apart for getting between me and what I want.
“Holy sh—” Her back arches her tits up into the air.
I reach up and grab both of them, feeling her hard nipples brush against my palms.
I lick all around her pussy, tracing an outline around the edges, just enough to tease her relentlessly. She instinctively tries to close her legs, and I dig my fingertips into the insides of her thighs and keep them spread apart. I exhale warm breath over her clit and lick all the way up her slick folds and end at that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Goosebumps break out all over her tan skin, telling me I’m doing my job correctly. Just when she’s about to come, I pull away, put my hands on the backs of her knees, and shove them up to her shoulders. It lifts her ass from the bed and angles her pussy straight up to my face.
Before she can say or do anything, I dive back down and stroke her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“So. Close.” The words are barely audible over her labored breaths.
I lean back and fist my cock, then rub the head back and forth over her clit to feel how wet she is.
She stares up at me and our eyes lock. I watch every expression on her face, note every muscle in her body that tenses when I touch her a certain way. Her body is perfect, and I plan to master it, learn every way possible to give her more pleasure than she’s ever had in her life.
“How close are you?”
“God.” She drags out the syllable. “So close, please.”
“Good, beg me to let you come.”
“Please, Dex. I want it so bad.” Her words come out on a whimper.
I use my thumb to rub lazy circles around her clit, then line my cock up and barely push the head in, back and forth. “Not yet. I want to feel it with my cock.” I reach for my drawer and pull a condom out, then roll it on, my hand never leaving her.
“I’m on the pill.”
For some reason I frown. Fuck, how does she make me so damn jealous? Why is she on the pill? For whose benefit?
She shakes her head immediately like she can read my thoughts. “I just started two weeks ago, after our first date.” She looks away, damn near blushing. “Just in case.”
Euphoria shoots through my veins at her admission. I stare back at her, the head of my dick lined up with her warm, slick entrance. I wanted our first time to be special, and while earlier in the evening wasn’t my finest moment, I can’t think of anything more special than her, here in my room, saying these things to me. Not to mention that moment in the car, on the side of the road. I just cracked. Something stirred deep inside me and I couldn’t hold back my feelings.
I gesture toward my open drawer. “I bought these two weeks ago too, just in case.” I hope she doesn’t think I’m just saying that, because I’m not. It’s true. I lean over to her and our mouths lock. I still can’t believe how soft her lips are, how phenomenal she tastes.
I want nothing more than to just shove into her and fuck her so hard she can’t walk straight, but I don’t. I slide into her and, oh my God, I’m falling, falling hard. She’s hot and tight, but having sex with her feels more like a warm hug than just a reason to get off. We fit together perfectly.
Her legs spread apart, and I push deeper and kiss her harder, rocking back and forth. Our foreheads meet and her eyes flutter. She bites her bottom lip between her teeth and soft moans escape her lips each time I push farther into her.
I slide a hand down and circle her clit with my index finger while I push in and out, harder and faster, ramping up in intensity. “Look at me when you come. I want to see you.”
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about fucking Abigail nonstop, since the first time she walked into the office and was introduced with the new Dallas transfers. In my mind, I bent her over, pulled her hair, spanked her ass. Made her go to her knees and beg for my cock in her mouth.
But right now, it’s so different. We’re not fucking, we’re making love and it’s perfect; the perfect moment. I feel so connected. Maybe it’s because I’ve told her things I’ve never told anyone else. The world just feels right when I’m inside her.
“Dex.” Her voice snaps me from the moment, just being submerged in the experience of her wrapped around me.
“Yeah?”
“Please let me come.”
“Okay. Come for me, baby.”
She nods against my forehead once more, and I watch her eyes as they roll back in her head. Her entire body tenses and I speed my finger up on her clit and drive into her as deep as I can. She clenches around me and it feels so damn phenomenal words can’t describe it.
“Oh, God, Dex…” Her words trail off when she bites down on my collar bone.
Fuck, it hurts so damn good. Something about it awakens the primal part of my brain, when men evolved to hunt and conquer. I want to own her, every fucking inch of her body. My hips speed up as the orgasm crests through her body and her low groans turn into audible moans.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
I’m about to blow, so I pull out and stare at Abigail, nostrils flared, trying to keep my own orgasm at bay. Her eyes widen and they’re two parts excitement one part nervous; the perfect ratio.
I dive down on her pussy again and lick and suck, my fingers digging into her hips, yanking her up against my mouth. Her hands fly out and my sheets rumple between her fists.
I take t
wo fingers in deep and hit the secret spot inside her while my tongue lashes at her clit. At the last second, I flip her onto her stomach and pull her ass up into the air.
“Oh my God.”
I fist a handful of her hair and lean down to her ear. “What’s that? Want me to stop?”
“No.” She damn near barks the word at me. “Don’t you dare.”
I grin against her neck. “Good answer.” I line my cock back up with her from behind. “Are you nervous?”
She nods toward the headboard. “A little.”
I push into her and tighten my fist in her hair. “Good, you should be. I’m going to fuck you so hard you feel me inside you a month from now.”
“Holy sh—”
I speed up my hips, pounding into her from behind. Her pussy is so wet it streams down her thighs onto the sheets. “So. Fucking. Tight.” I groan out the words.
I expected Abigail to be more submissive than she is, but she’s not. Her hips buck back into me and she gives just as good as she takes. It’s hot as shit. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to last.
“God, Dex, don’t stop.”
I let go of her hair and grip both her hips, yanking her back into me as her words fuel my hips forward. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the room, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has bruises on her ass tomorrow from my hips crashing into her.
I don’t want to finish too early, not before she gets off again, so I pull out and spread her ass with my palms. I dive into her pussy from behind and fuck her with my tongue, licking and sucking.
Abigail let’s out a squeal and covers her mouth when it comes out. I lean back and slam back into her and resume where we left off.
“Again. Soon.” It’s all she can manage to get out.
I know exactly what she means, she’s about to come again. I reach forward and wrap a hand lightly around her throat and pull her head back toward me as I drive into her over and over. I slide my free hand around the curve of her hip and reach down so I can stroke her clit while we crash into each other.
“Shit, Dexxx.”
The orgasm rolls through her and she clamps down on my cock so hard I can’t hold back now. I ride it out long enough for her to finish, then pull out and yank the condom off. I don’t know what comes over me, but I have this unbelievable urge to mark her, brand her as mine.
My hand flies over my cock, stroking furiously and my balls tighten. I splay my fingers across her upper back, shoving her chest down to the mattress. It angles her ass up in the air. I hold my cock inches from her and grunt. Every muscle in my body contracts at once, and I shoot hot spurts of come all over her ass, then lash her hot cunt with the rest.
When I’m finished, I can barely breathe. I pant uncontrollably, trying to catch my breath, then stare down at my orgasm as it rolls down her thighs. It’s fucking perfect. She’s mine. The proof is right there.
She stares back at me, a huge smile on her face. “That was amazing.”
I nod. “Yeah.” That’s all I can say at the moment. I feel like I’m floating on the clouds. Like the strongest narcotic just shot through my veins. It was far and away the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Finally, I shake my head to snap out of my euphoric daydream. “Shit, sorry. Hang on.” I get up and walk off to the bathroom, then return with a towel. I stop halfway into the room and just stare at Abigail.
Her long blonde curls drape over her shoulders and frame her perfect face. She’s still on all fours, ass up in the air.
“Dex?”
I shake my head again. “Yeah?”
She laughs and glances around. “You gonna clean me up?”
“Shit, yeah, sorry. I was just… I don’t know.” I walk over and bend down, then drop a soft kiss right on her cherry-red lips. “You’re just perfect. I can’t stop staring at you.”
Her eyelashes do the flutter thing again. “Thank you.” I swear she blushes at the compliment.
I grin and move back to clean myself off her.
“Why are you grinning?”
I shrug. “Nothing. Just you blush at that compliment, but two minutes before you were throwing that ass back at me and begging me to fuck you harder.”
Now, her face turns full-on pink and she buries it in the covers. “Oh my God. You’re not supposed to say stuff like that. I’m so embarrassed.”
I can’t stop laughing. Once she’s cleaned up, I crawl into bed with her and kiss her a few more times, then push a few wayward strands of hair from her face. I swear I could stare at her blue eyes all night. I slide a palm onto her cheek and cup her face in my hand.
She leans into it and does a long, slow blink, like she’s about to pass out.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed. You’re gorgeous and it was hot as hell.”
“It was?”
“Fuck yeah.” I slide my hand under her chin and lift her face up so we’re eye to eye. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like and what you don’t. I want to make you happy, out there.” I gesture toward the wall. “And in here. I’d try anything for you.”
She grins. “Anything, huh?”
My eyebrows rise. “Within reason, of course.”
She taps her chin, pretending she’s deep in thought. “Well, I mean all of it was perfect. It started so sensual and slow, and that was amazing. And then you got this look in your eye and I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. It was all a blur after that, but it was incredible.”
“Anything else?”
Her cheeks turn pink again. “Okay, come here.”
I lean in and she pulls my neck over so that her mouth is next to my ear. She licks slowly up my neck to my ear and whispers, “I really liked when you pulled my hair.”
I grin like the devil. “Good.” I snake my hand up into her hair and give it a light tug. I smile against her lips and say, “I like pulling your hair. And I like you saying my name when you come on my dick.”
“You have the filthiest mouth I’ve ever heard.”
“Get used to it, Christmas clown.”
She smacks at my chest. “Maybe I will. I kinda like that too.”
We both laugh and she curls up against my chest. I stare around the room and up at the ceiling as she falls asleep on me.
I could get used to this. Going to bed and waking up next to Abigail every morning. I kiss her on the forehead. I don’t want to go to sleep. I don’t want this night to ever end.
Abigail
Groaning and stretching, I come to and look around the room. The smell of fresh coffee wafts into my nose. I smile as memories of last night play through my mind. I spent the night with Dexter.
Holy crap.
And we had sex. Not just any sex, but like the whole spectrum from making love to hardcore banging, for lack of a better phrase. Phenomenal freaking sex.
The ache between my thighs reminds me just how good he was, and his words filter through my brain. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you still feel me inside you a month from now.”
I squirm in his bed just thinking about it. He wasn’t lying. He has magical powers. I’m convinced of it.
My cell phone beeps from somewhere in the room. I rub my eyes and slide out of bed. I help myself to a t-shirt from Dex’s drawer and find my way to his bathroom. I go through the motions of washing my face and brushing my teeth with my finger. It’s not the best method but I don’t want to have horrible morning breath if he kisses me. It should work.
I find my purse on a chair along with my dress. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my missed texts while the sound and smell of bacon frying sweeps into the room.
Kyle: Wow. That guy is a fucking asshole.
Kyle: He headbutted Nick.
Kyle: Do you even give a shit?
Kyle: Did you really go home with him?
Kyle: Nick saw you get in his car.
Kyle: I don’t know if we can hang out anymore if you’re going to date that guy.
I
shake my head. He’s not sure if we can hang out? I don’t even know how to respond to that. I don’t like ultimatums, and I believe what Dexter said. It hurts like hell, but I feel like Kyle played me like a fool.
I was nice to him. I genuinely thought he was my friend. I don’t know what to do. He’s still my neighbor and it’ll be impossible to avoid him until I can move out. I’ll just have to nod and smile in the hallway until I can find a way to deal with it somehow.
I stop in the living room and cover my mouth when I glance in the kitchen. Dexter is completely naked, dancing around and singing, using the spatula as a microphone. He pauses during the chorus, between flipping two eggs, and does a little helicopter twirl with his dick, then goes right back to cooking.
Laughter erupts from somewhere deep inside me. I don’t even know how I laugh that hard, but I can’t freaking breathe.
Dex sees me and shoots me that boyish grin of his, then shrugs. “Tha fuck ya gonna do?” he says in some kind of Boston accent.
I shake my head and finally manage to control myself. To his credit, he stops dancing after he sees me. I wonder if he’s embarrassed he got caught and is playing it cool.
I walk over as he puts everything onto two plates. He’s acting so sweet. I can’t believe he cooked for me, and I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look incredibly hot while he did it, dancing and everything. He reaches up into the cabinet for something and muscles upon muscles ripple. He’s not huge like Deacon, but he’s lean and cut. The ink comes to life all over his torso as he moves around, hell, even when he just breathes.
I finally get a look at his tattoos and they’re so interesting. It looks like some ancient Greek buildings, like the Acropolis or one of those things, along with a few philosophers. There is writing. Then some music notes fill in the background along with a few more sayings in what looks like Latin.
“What do your tattoos mean? I’ve never seen anything like that.”
He turns around slowly and does a three-sixty to let me get a look at them. “They’re everything that makes me, well me.”
“Elaborate, sir.”
“Well, I have stuff that symbolizes the Hammurabi code, the Old Testament, Lady Justice. Because I’m a lawyer and it’s a huge part of my life. Then I have the musical notes and work from some of my favorite artists, then the double helix DNA structure and some binary code. It’s all sort of an amalgamation of me trying to reconcile science and art, the subjective and the objective. Those are things I struggle with internally.”
