by Marie James
The sharp pull of my hair has his thick cock falling from my mouth. The aggressive action is what I had been hoping for. He maintains his fist full of hair and pulls me to my feet while simultaneously spinning me around to face the bed. He releases my hair and pushes my shoulders, bending me in half over the bed.
“Hands straight out in front of you, Alexa. Reach back here and I’ll tie you up.” He warns me. I do as I’m told.
I’m wound so tight I involuntarily shift my hips in an attempt to rub my clit against the bed. Garrett’s open palm lands on my ass in a hard smack.
“Oh!” Escapes my mouth.
“Be still, Angel and I might even let you come.” His large palm is rubbing and soothing the heated area where he struck me.
His body is positioned off to my side and I feel his hot breath on my shoulder, his mouth leaving hot, wet patches on my skin. He strikes again, his aim landing in a different location from the last. I hiss and my core clenches, loving the aggression.
His mouth leaves my body and I can feel him move away from my side. My body trembles, unaware of when the next hit will strike.
“My dick is rock hard looking at these red hand prints on your ass.” He runs both hands over the offended area; the feeling is both pleasure and a mild bite of pain. “You like me smacking your ass, Alexa?”
I whimper and nod my head. “Please, more, Garrett.”
Before the words fully leave my mouth his hand strikes again, this time overlapping with the initial area. The extra bite of pain shoots electricity up my spine. His hand rubs over the spot, leaving a tingle behind.
I feel something brush down my legs, and suddenly his hot breath is ghosting over my exposed pussy.
“Fuck! I can’t get over how wet this tight cunt gets for me.” He uses both hands and spreads me open. “You’re glistening. Your wetness is running down your thighs.” He says just before I feel his hot, languid tongue run up my inner thigh, licking my juices away. “So fucking sweet. I could eat this pussy for days.”
His hand begins to manipulate my hardened clit as his mouth moves in to lick and suck. My eyes fly open and I’m instantly reminded that he has taken my sense of sight. I try to move my hips pushing myself harder against his mouth.
“Be still,” he commands as he removes his mouth from my aching center. My legs tremble and I feel the movement of his arm before his blow lands on my ass.
The second the hit lands, he rams his fingers into me and I orgasm instantaneously. The sting on my ass and the deep thrusts of his hand send me into euphoria, my greedy core locking onto his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and I feel his weight shift behind me, his muscular thigh between my legs, preventing me from sliding to the floor.
I hear the crinkle of a condom and smile, even that amazing orgasm hasn’t left me sated.
He grips my hips and lifts me onto the bed. I feel his body move around me as he lies down in the center of the bed. I feel his hand on my arm. “Turn around, Alexa. I want you to ride me.” I shift my weight to face him. He reaches his hands up and stops me. “Other way, Angel. I want to watch your ass bounce.”
I scramble over him, resting on my knees above his shaft as his hands cup my ass cheeks. I reach between my legs, line him up, and sink down on him. The moment he fills me I moan.
“Ah! Fuck!” Garrett heaves. The grip of his hands under my ass tightens and I register the bitter sting from when he spanked me.
I ride him up and down, my hand rolling his balls, my fingers testing their weight. I can feel the wetness that has dripped from me and coated them. I can’t help but to whimper every time I take him deep, his thick cock hitting the end of me on each stroke. The mild bite of pain doesn’t keep the momentum of my hips from increasing.
Garrett is grunting on every stroke, his hands beginning to control the speed and angle of my decent. I throw my head back when he begins to piston his hips up as his hands slam me down.
“Garrett!” I gasp as I feel the first wave of orgasm roll over my body.
I hear him hiss. “Alexa I’m going to...”
His words urge me into action. I pull myself off of him, shifting my body backwards and reach for his cock, my fingers the only sense I have to get my mouth where it needs to be. My hand reaches down in an instant and finds his hot, wet cock. I rip the condom off and slide him into my mouth and begin pumping him with my fist. I didn’t realize the position of my body until I feel his fingers ram into me and his mouth latch onto my clit. Just as my orgasm peaks, his come spurts into my waiting mouth. I suck and swallow until he stops throbbing. My body convulses at the hard sucks on my mound. I pull away from him, too sensitive to allow him to continue, and roll over onto the bed.
The only sound in the room is the combination of our heavy breathing. I could pass out right now from all of the exertion from tonight, but I know that won’t be happening.
“Come here,” I hear him say and feel his hand reaching down for me. I slowly turn around and before I can lie down beside him he reaches up and removes the blindfold. I blink as my eyes try to adjust to the infiltration of soft light. Suddenly I feel his breath on my face. My eyes focus a little better and realize he’s right in front of me. His eyes cut to my mouth seconds before he leans in and kisses me slowly, passionately.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says against my lips. I nod my head and collapse on his chest, his strong arm wrapping behind my back.
Chapter 15
Garrett
I slowly open my eyes and my brain begins to register my surroundings. I managed to fall asleep in the hotel suite with Alexa, something that I NEVER do. I smile even though in my head I’m freaking out; I don’t even want to evaluate that right now. I can see the dawn coming in; the curtains were never drawn last night and the purple and pink sky looks amazing.
I can feel her soft breaths against my chest and realize that we slept in the exact position we fell asleep in last night, her lying across my chest, and my arm around her back. My cock is painfully hard this morning and I squeeze her harder against me. Hey, I’m a man and this morning wood isn’t going to take care of itself. I figure as long as we’re here we should utilize the opportunity.
She shifts against me, slowly waking up. I feel her body go rigid when she realizes the same thing I did only a few minutes ago. One second she’s rearing her head off my chest and the next she’s shuffling off the bed.
“Damn, Garrett. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep!” She’s running around the room collecting her dress and shoes.
I don’t even know how to respond to her because if I’m honest with myself I’m freaking out also, so I just watch her scramble around the room. She throws on her dress and slides her feet into her insanely high heels. She turns her head from side to side until she spots her small silver purse on the dresser; she grabs it and looks back at the bed.
“So…ah.” She looks at a loss for words. “I had a great time last night. See you later, I guess. Yeah, so….bye.” She turns and walks out of the room. A few seconds later I hear the door shut softly behind her.
This is not how I saw this morning going, but I can’t help but smile. She’s ridiculously cute when she’s flustered. I groan, my hard-on choosing this moment to remind me that it has been left unattended. Knowing my hand will not do me justice after a night like last night I just roll over and go back to sleep.
***
I was able to keep busy all day Saturday with no problem, but today I’m only able to get a small amount of work done at home before Alexa infiltrates my brain and refuses to leave. I shove up from my desk, unable to focus on the task at hand. Sundays are always so boring and I’m tempted to head to the club but I’ve forced myself to start taking this one day off. I’ve handed over more responsibilities to Johnny and I want to give him the opportunity. Showing up will only seem like I’m trying to interfere and I don’t want that.
I’m aware of some of his history and I know that giving him the opportunity to remember
his passion through work is the best thing for him. I haven’t talked with him about his past but he has confided in one of the other bartenders. That guy spoke out of turn and let it slip that Johnny’s fiancé died a few years back and the guy has been struggling ever since.
That and the fact that he’s extra diligent with the rules of compliance have inspired me to put more on his shoulders. I know that if we ever have a run in with the Colorado Liquor Enforcement Division it will not be because of something Johnny did.
Unable to stay in the apartment any longer I shoot a text to Ian and pray that he can pull his dick out of Lorali long enough for a workout. The physical exertion from lifting weights may be the only thing that keeps my mind off of the exertion that my body would rather be doing.
He hits me back within minutes and lets me know we can work out but he’d prefer to do it at his home gym as he doesn’t want to leave the house. Apparently Sundays are his full day with Lorali and he’s making an exception this time only. Not for me of course but because he ate like shit yesterday at some benefit they went to. Yep. He’s definitely pussy whipped!
It’s three in the afternoon by the time I make it to the suburbs. I have to laugh when I pull up to the house. This damn family home should have been the first indication that Ian would be settling down soon. I ring the door bell and wait.
After several minutes, Ian answers. He’s dressed in work out gear but the red in his cheeks and the sweat around the edges of his hair says that he already had a work out this afternoon.
“Hey,” he says, partially out of breath. I can tell he’s trying to take up all of the room in the doorway. I understand why when, over his shoulder, I see Lorali shuffling to the back of the house, the same pink in her cheeks.
“Am I interrupting something?” I ask with a smirk.
“No,” he says looking back over his shoulder to make sure the coast is clear. Satisfied that his woman is out of sight, he steps back and clears the doorway. “Nope, come on in.”
I have to laugh again when he tells me to head to the gym, that he’ll be right back.
“Wash your hands! I don’t want to touch the weights after you if you don’t!” I yell to his back as he makes his way down the long hallway towards the master suite.
I hear Lorali’s female giggle before I hear his bedroom door close. I shake my head. I know I’ll more than likely be doing this work out on my own.
I hit the treadmill first; knowing that pounding out a few miles will help loosen me up and it’s the perfect way to exhaust myself. I’m almost to four miles when I feel Ian enter the room. Running without music sucks and I’m slightly pissed that he took off. I didn’t bring my headphones in and was on the treadmill and running before I realized I should have turned the stereo on.
Finishing my run, I turn the machine off and head over to the weights, first taking a seat on the bench to try and catch my breath.
“So glad you decided to join me.” I say to him. He’s even sweatier and in a different set of clothes. I’m not even going to acknowledge it. I can’t even be mad. He’s happy and has a great woman by his side. He deserves that and honestly I’m happy for him. It’s just not my thing.
He doesn’t say anything and sits down beside me. “What’s up, man? Not like you to insist on a workout. It’s been months since we worked out together.”
“Nothing,” I shrug my shoulders and stand up, heading over to the bench press. He follows me, knowing I’ll need a spotter. “Just thought we could catch up, and I like your equipment.”
He lets out a half hearted laugh. “That’s bullshit. I know for a fact that the gym in your building is much better than what I have here at the house.” The look in his eyes tells me I’m not fooling him one bit.
“And….I was hoping we could talk.” When the weights are added, I lie back on the bench, head under the bar. I reach up and grip it with both hands, hoisting it a few inches so it clears the lip of the bar rest.
I’m hoping he’ll prompt me on what I wanted to talk about but he doesn’t. I’m lost in my head. Lost in thoughts of Alexa, as I repeatedly bring the bar down, graze my chest with it, and push it back up. Long minutes go by before I’m able to say a word. I feel like a pussy with my head wrapped up in a woman but Ian is the only person I’d trust to discuss it with.
I shove the weight up a final time and Ian helps me get it over the lip of the rest. I sit up and turn my body to the side of the bench. He’s waiting for me to speak but not in a way that says he’s getting impatient in my silence.
“I know you would never keep important things from Lorali, but I need you to assure me that what we’re about to talk about stays between you and me.” The look of apprehension on his face has me adding, “It’s not anything that’s harmful or in any way will directly affect Lorali. So I need you to swear you won’t say anything to her.”
He takes a minute before he nods his head. I know I’m asking a lot of him but I also know his promise is as good as gold.
“I fucked Alexa,” I say before I drop my elbows to my knees and hang my head.
“And….? It was horrible?” He coaxes, trying to get more details. I can tell he has sat down beside me and is hoping for more information. He may be in a committed relationship but some things never change.
“Not even. Best piece of ass I’ve ever had!” He winces at my derogatory remark about Alexa.
“I don’t understand the dilemma. You fucked her once and now you feel guilty about a one night stand with Lorali’s best friend?” He asks, the confusion clear in his voice.
“Twice.” I state.
“Twice?!?” He declares. Now he’s catching on. He’s well aware of the bullshit Jamie pulled which lead to my, until now, unbroken rule about no repeats.
“Yeah, Thursday night and then again Friday night.” I look up and register the expression of pure shock on his face.
“Let me get this straight. You spent like 48 hours with the same woman?” He stands up and settles down on the other weight bench across from me. Apparently this conversation requires face to face interaction.
“No!” I exclaim, as if it really makes the situation any different. “We met up Thursday, fucked and she left.” I shift on my seat uncomfortable with what I know I’m about to reveal. “I went to a different club on Friday and was about to leave with another woman when I ran into Alexa.”
“And you decided to do what? Trade the girl you were walking out with for Alexa?” I know his confusion is in direct relation to the limited details I’ve provided.
“No I opted for a threesome.” I say and smile over at him.
He nods his head, a small smile on his face that says get it boy! So you walk by with your new conquest and scoop Alexa up and she’s down for a three-way?”
“No! Fuck! Pay attention.” Why am I getting frustrated right now? “Alexa was on the dance floor grinding her ass on some hot blond chick, letting that woman grope all over her. I decided against the little brunette I was about to leave with, shot Alexa a text and told her, and her friend to meet me at a hotel.” I sit back and take a deep breath since I just got all that out on one inhalation of air.
“Why did you get rid of the brunette? You could’ve brought her with you and made it a four-way.” He smirks at me. “Which is something even I’ve never done.”
I sigh and I can tell by his demeanor that he knows that this is where the good stuff is going to come from.
“I had that hot, little brunette pinned against the wall…my mind telling me to take her right there or get to a room fast enough to seal the deal, and my body just wouldn’t get with the program.” I hang my head again, ashamed of what I had just admitted, almost like it made me less of a man.
“I see.” He leans in like he’s telling me a secret. “So you couldn’t get it up?”
I glare at him. “You don’t have to say it out loud!”
“I mean I thought you were putting it all out there!” He holds his hands up beside his head, in an a
ttempt to ward off another verbal attack.
“Anyways, so I start to walk out with the brunette. I figure my body would work once I’m in the actual position to use it and I see Alexa on the dance floor. I swear the minute my brain is able to evaluate the situation, my dick was rock solid.”
“You did what any man would do in that situation. You went with the woman, well women in this case, that your brain told you to fuck.” He sits up and folds his arms across his chest like he solved the problem for me. He doesn’t even know the half of it.
“Yeah.” I say “That’s not all of it.” I spend the next minute or so battling with different parts of my brain about this next part, knowing that if I say the words I’m giving credit to even the idea of the possibility of having some sort of feelings for Alexa. My need to get to the bottom of it wins out. “When they showed up at the room,” I pause and have to look away from his eyes before I can finish the statement. “I had not one ounce of desire for the other chick. I mean she was hot and stacked and someone who would’ve caught my eye in another situation but she couldn’t even hold a candle to Alexa.”
He just stares at me like I’m some sort of anomaly so I continue, “I didn’t put one finger on the other girl. Every second of my attention Friday night was on Alexa, the other girl didn’t even register.”
“So you didn’t have a threesome, the other girl just sat there and watched?” He asks with no emotion on his face.
“Not exactly. I mean she sucked my dick for a bit and…” God, why am I going in to this much detail? “And she messed around with Alexa some, but I never put my hands on her.”
“So let me get this straight, you’re upset because you’re attracted to Alexa?” He asks.
“Ian, I’m attracted to many women. My issue is that I’ve never ran into a woman that I couldn’t turn down if they came sniffing for more after our one-night stand. My other issue is I sought her out. I texted her to meet me both times.” I huff. “It’s not like she was hanging all over me and I couldn’t resist her. I went after her.”
