by Marie James
Going home from the club has never felt so lonely.
***
Even though I woke up early, I decided to hit the downstairs gym before I messaged Ian about the donations the wet t-shirt contest brought in last night. My shower, which of course included an Alexa induced hand job, took way longer than usual, and I can’t help but smile at the pruniness of my fingers.
I settle in at the desk in my home office and fire off a text to Ian.
Garrett: The wet t-shirt contest went very well last night.
I decided to work through emails while I wait for his response. I don’t have to wait long.
Ian: That’s awesome. How much do I owe you?
Garrett: Contest brought in $53k!
Ian: That’s awesome! I’ll have accounting send you over a check first thing tomorrow!
Garrett: Sweet! Even sweeter is Alexa won!
Ian: I knew you’d make that happen!
Garrett: Not just me man. That woman brought in almost $15k of that herself., and I only donated $5k of that.
Ian: People really loved her tits!
Garrett: Hey, man. Watch it.
Ian: lol. So did you guys talk?
Garrett: We did.
Ian: And?
Garrett: She’s all for it!
Ian: Good deal. I wanted to make sure to invite you to the dinner Lorali has planned for Thursday.
Garrett: Dinner? First I’ve heard of it.
Ian: Lorali’s throwing a birthday dinner/party type thing for me.
Garrett: Just tell me when and where. You know I’ll be there!
Ian: Duo. 7 pm. Plan on hitting the club after.
Garrett: Which club?
Ian: She hasn’t decided yet.
Garrett: Ok, tell her I’ll make club arrangements.
Ian: Will do.
Since she’s already on my mind, like she ever leaves, I decide that now is as good a time as any to inform Alexa of her winnings. I opt to call her rather than text, feeling the need to hear her voice.
It rings three times before she picks up.
“You really are insatiable aren’t you?” She teases as soon as she answers.
I can’t help but laugh. “I’d like nothing more than to fuck you right now, Alexa, but that’s not why I’m calling.”
I hear a sexy sigh leave her lips. “Okay. So why are you calling?” His question is asked with no hint of annoyance.
“I wanted to tell you how much was raised last night.” I tell her and then remain silent.
“Well? Are you going to tell me?” I can hear the joking in her voice and I almost want to proposition her for a hard fuck in exchange for the total.
“How bad do you want to know?” I’m toying with her and she knows it.
I hear an exaggerated huff on the other end of the line.
“Garrett, you don’t have to have ammunition to fuck me. All you have to do is ask. If I’m available I’m all yours.” She advises sternly like someone would talk to a child.
I can almost picture that stubborn stance she gets when she’s trying to exert her power over me; the one that caves the moment I give her a command. “Oh Angel, you expect me to ask to fuck you?”
She doesn’t answer.
“And if I told you to be here in twenty minutes to suck my cock, what would be your response?” I insist in a sexy but commanding voice.
“Seriously?” She responds with a breathy whisper and I can tell she’s interested.
“Yes seriously.”
“I’d say make it twenty-five so I can grab a quick shower before I leave the house.” She answers without hesitation.
I can’t help but bark out a laugh. “That’s what I want to hear, Angel.”
“So? What’s the amount?” She prods again.
“I guess you’ll find out in twenty-five minutes.” I hang up on her and text the address to my apartment.
Well, that was the most impulsive thing I’ve done in a long time. This woman is like cocaine; tasting her has left me addicted, and I can’t wait for my next hit.
***
I open the door with over-eagerness when I hear Alexa’s gentle knock. She’s wearing jeans and a form fitting t-shirt and she looks just as sexy as she would if she had on a slinky dress and stilettos. The only problem with her clothes is that she is wearing them rather than being in a pile on the floor.
I tug her into the apartment and pull her against my chest. I can’t resist the desire to run my nose up her neck. She smells clean and perfect, natural and not over done. This is the first time, I realize, that I’ve noticed she’s not wearing perfume. I can’t decide which scent I like more.
“Strip.” I command.
Never taking her eyes from mine she begins to pull her clothes off, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor like she read my mind. My cock twitches in my sweats as I take in her naked body; the sight of her shaved pussy is a beacon for mouth. I regret telling her over the phone that she’s here to suck me off. I may change things up here in a bit but for now I have to follow through with my words. I’m nothing if not reliable in my words.
I stretch the waistband of my sweats away from my body and down freeing my raging erection. I stroke my cock with one hand as I back further into the living room and motion with my other hand for Alexa to follow. She’d hit her knees when I instructed her to, but I know the hard wood in the entry way would hurt her. All the pain she feels will be something I give to her not an indirect result of my pleasure.
Once we cross over on to the plush carpet of the family room I release myself. “Knees, Alexa.” She hits the floor before I could finish my command.
I close the space between us, my cock bobbing under its own weight in front of her face. She licks her lips in anticipation causing it to jump from the seductive promise. She sits still, leaned back on her heels, waiting for permission. It amazes me that the Alexa that’s always so feisty in public becomes this beautiful and incredibly submissive angel when we’re alone.
She’s staring at my dick like having her mouth around it is the only that will save her from sure death. She doesn’t take her eyes off of it, not even when I gently stroke her cheek with my thumb.
“You want to taste me, Angel?” The question comes out more huskily than I had intended, informing her that I need her mouth on me as much as she needs me in her mouth.
She rakes her eyes slowly up my body until her they meet mine. Slowly nodding her head she responds. “Please?” The softly whispered plea can’t be denied.
I take the last step toward her, eliminating all distance between her. She opens her mouth like a baby bird; the graze of my cock on her lips the only thing she needs to open wide for me. I close my eyes and groan, trying my best to calm the urge to slam in to the back of her throat.
Once I’ve calmed myself as much as I know I will be able to until I come the first time, I chance a glance down at her. The sight of her naturally pink lips wrapped around me and the vibrant green in her eyes as she watches my reaction to her mouth is almost as incredible as the blow job itself.
“Take it deep.” I demand. She obeys immediately. The repeated swallow of her throat as I invade it shoots tingling fire up my back. “Yes! Like that!”
I grab her head with both hands and direct her off and on my dick. She allows me to direct her actions never breaking the delicious suction her mouth has. Heaven. It’s not until I feel the light touch of her palms on my thighs and look down that I notice the alarm in her eyes. I pull myself completely out of her mouth and smile as I hear her gasping for breath.
Yes, I’m an asshole and just practically choked Alexa on my cock, but it’s the knowledge that she did nothing more than give me a gentle touch on my legs to inform me of her distress that elates me. A lesser woman would have struggled and attempted to pull herself free. She trusts me enough to read her and do what’s right.
She looks up at me with needy eyes and wipes spit off of her chin with the back of her hand. I pull my t-shirt ove
r my head and push my sweats the rest of the way down my thighs until they pool around my feet. Stepping out of my pants I reach my hand out to her and Alexa uses it stand to her full height.
I drag her flush against my chest, relishing in the warmth of her body. Her lips, like a siren’s call, demand my attention.
“Garrett,” she pants just before I crush my lips to hers.
I growl into her mouth when my tongue slides across hers. I feel her arms wrap around me and I almost pull away, the intense feeling almost too intimate, but then I register the scrape of her nails down my back and melt into the mildly violent embrace.
Needing my mouth on her other set of lips I ease out of the kiss. “Lay back on the table, Alexa.” I incline my head towards the coffee table in the center of the room. I watch as her lithe body glides to the table and I’m forced to bite my lip when she gracefully lowers herself to the table. She keeps her legs shut denying me the sight of her stunning pussy. The smirk on her face at knowing what she’s doing and the audacity of her actions moves me into action.
I grab the silk rope I placed on the couch before her arrival as I make my way to her. “Pull your legs up and spread your thighs.” The second she complies and give her clit a sharp slap. The sharp gasped moan informs me that I surprised her as well as turned her on.
She’s clamped her legs back together after my surprise attack. “You can’t seem to obey today. You know what happens.” I drag the length of soft rope from her chin down her stomach. “Spread your legs, Alexa.”
Her breath hitches when she realizes I’m going to tie her open, preventing her from hiding her center from me. I wrap the rope around her thighs and calves forcing her knees into a perpetual bend. Once I’m certain she can’t stretch her legs out I then tie her wrists to her ankles for good measure.
Without another word, I hit my knees and bury my head in her glorious pussy, licking and lapping up the wetness that has already escaped. I feed off of her moans and clamp my hands on the inside of her thighs as I devour her. I’m feasting on her less than a minute before her body explodes in an orgasms that has her shaking and convulsing against her restraints.
“You greedy bitch,” I curse as I pull my mouth from her clenching core. “I didn’t say you could come.” I smack the outside of her thigh and grin as the pink blush of my hand print rises immediately on her milky white thigh.
I turn away from her and grab the strip of condoms I have in my sweats pocket. I rip one from the strip and open it with my teeth. I glide it down my length as I walk back to her. I sink to my knees and line my stiff cock against her drenched entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Alexa. You will not come until I tell you to. Do you understand?” Her wide eyes look back at me like she thinks I’m crazy but she still nods her head and bites her lip.
I thrust into her, my balls hitting her ass. “Fuck!” The searing heat of her pussy nearly sends me over the edge. I do my best to reign myself in. I can’t chastise her for coming so quickly if I blow my load in seconds also.
I smack the inside of her thigh, mainly as retribution for having such a magnificently tight cunt. I pull back and thrust into her again; the power of my jab scooting her away from me. I clasp one hand around her leg to hold her in position. I reach up with my free hand and mildly twist her perfect pink nipple.
Her moan shoots straight to my cock and nearly sends me over the edge again. I see her bite her lip and hear her whimper just as I feel the pulsing clutch of her on my dick.
“I told you not to come!”
I wrench myself out of her and smack her clit with the tips of my fingers. The punishment didn’t have the intended effect as she continued to moan and shake; if anything the slap heightened her orgasm and fuck if that isn’t hot!
I ram back in and pound into her repeatedly, the fire in my gut sinking into my balls. “Take it all!” I ground out as my last handful of thrusts end in my own release.
“Garrett!” She screams as she’s hit with another powerful orgasm. Feeling generous, I stroke in and out of her until the shutters and clenching subsides.
“God damn, Alexa,” I mutter as I fall onto her chest and swipe my tongue across one of her pert nipples. “Amazing,” I whisper against her flesh.
“Yeah,” she whispers in return.
I raise my head off of her and smile at the sated, sleeping look on her face. I begin to untie her and for the first time in my life look forward to her aftercare.
I let the ropes fall to the floor and stand. “I’ll be right back.” I inform her as I leave the room. I head into the bathroom for a bath robe and a wash cloth.
I stand in front of the over-sized mirror in the ensuite bathroom and glare at myself. This woman will be the death of me I’m sure.
I make my way out to the living area. “I grabbed you a ro…” I stop dead in my tracks. She’s gone. She took off….again.
Chapter 20
Alexa
I could think of no better way to spend a Sunday than being fucked by Garrett Hale, so when he called and pretty much demanded it I was as giddy as a school girl being asked to prom by the captain of the football team.
I still feel shitty for jumping up and leaving when he left the room. I could tell from his demeanor that he expected me to stick around and I almost did. Almost. We’re great at hellos but I have no desire to live through an awkward goodbye with Garrett. I don’t what the snub and rejection would do to me.
Unfortunately, now it’s Monday and I’m at work. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but some days I’d rather be anywhere but here. Today’s one of those days.
My day got a little bit brighter when Lorali called and invited me to a birthday dinner and club outing for Ian. I know Garrett will be there and we can’t seem to keep our hands to ourselves when we’re in each other’s company.
I’ve been very good with this whole situation. Other than the little show on the dance floor at Club Ice, I’ve never contacted him or requested his presence. I was flirtatious and sexually suggestive in the very beginning, but I’ve never made the first move since we slept together the first time. I have to admit I feel chased. I feel like I’m being pursued, and I know this is very dangerous, because Garrett Hale doesn’t do relationships. I guess I should just count myself lucky that he’s even interested enough to sleep with me more than once.
I wonder how long the fuck buddy thing will last. Although I haven’t contacted him for a hook up doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to. Maybe it’s the female part of my brain, but I wouldn’t mind seeing him nightly. I know that’s bordering on a relationship mentality, but I can’t help it. There’s something about Garrett that’s changing me, and I’m not even able to put my finger on what exactly it is. It’s probably him as whole rather than any single one part. He’s unexpected that’s for sure.
***
I know Garrett’s a sure thing, but I still dress incredibly sexy for the birthday dinner. I don’t want him second guessing his decision for this weird arrangement, and I sure as hell don’t want his eyes to wander, leaving him feeling like he’s missing out on something.
I’m in bright red, sky high stilettos with rhinestone heels, which match my crazy short red skirt and black sequined top perfectly. My only hope is the wind doesn’t blow too hard because this billowy little thing flies up even with the smallest gust, but just in case I’m wearing the sexiest black thong that Garrett will no doubt destroy before the night is over. He seems to like ruining my panties.
Ian’s limo picked Josie and me up close to seven. It’s really good to see him and Lorali, but I couldn’t help but let my face fall when I climbed in the back and Garrett wasn’t there. Maybe I was wrong in assuming that he’d be at Ian’s birthday party.
We ride in style to the restaurant complete with glasses of champagne in the limo. I’ve never been to Duo before, but Lorali has reviewed it for The Courier and says it’s excellent. It lightens my mood a bit knowing the food and service will be top notch.
Once we arrive at the restaurant it’s evident that Lorali has made special reservations because we’re lead across the facility to a quiet room in the back. I can’t help but smile when we cross into the room and Garrett’s already seated at the table. He winks at me and stands, pulling the chair beside him out.
“You look happy to see me.” He whispers in my ear as he gracefully scoots me back under the table once I take my seat.
“I didn’t think you were coming when you weren’t in the limo.” I softly reply. I’m not sure what he’s told Ian, but I’ve assured Josie and Lorali that we’re only fuck buddies. I’ve no clue what the protocol is going to be this evening. I’m anxious and don’t know how to act so I sit gingerly with my hands clasped in my lap.
I feel his knuckles graze the back of my neck before he reseats himself. The cold chills this simple touch elicits is uncontrollable. I almost close my eyes and moan.
“I wouldn’t miss Ian’s party for the world.” He assures, leaning close into my side. “Especially not since I knew you’d be here.”
His hot breath on my skin is heaven and I just want to melt into him. His declaration is doing nothing to diminish the growing desire I have to be more than his friend with benefits.
He reaches down and I can feel him tug my chair until it’s flush against his. I look up to see if anyone is watching and realize the other three people at the table are chattering to each other about what they plan to order from the menu.
“Unless you want me to ruin those panties you have on, I suggest you excuse yourself to the restroom and divest yourself of them.” My breath hitches at his command. I’m only surprised that he’s given me the opportunity to take them off myself. As I begin to stand, his hand on my arm halts me. “For you, Angel,” he whispers as he hands me a small black box. Curiosity almost wins out but I know better than to open it at the table. I slip the box into my clutch.
