Her hand gripped me before I could do another thing, gliding rhythmically in a way that had me moving in time with her stroke. Even with my jeans off there still seemed to be too many clothes between us. I tore at my boxers, managing to get them off, even as Lexie continued to pleasure me. When I started to undo the snap of her jeans I was brought back to reality with a sickening thud. I didn’t have my wallet with me, so no condoms. Before I had met Lexie I had always carried a condom in my pocket, just in case I got lucky, because when it came to sex I believed in the boy scout motto “be prepared”.
“I need to get a condom,” I said, despising that I had to stop the flow for something that was both important, but also a pain in the ass right then.
“I have it covered,” she said with a seductive grin that seemed to say that this whole encounter hadn’t been by chance after all.
I loved it.
Without releasing her grip on me, she slipped her free hand into her jeans pocket, and pulled out a small foil square that looked a lot like salvation to me. I palmed it, then cried out in pleasure, as she quickened her moves, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. It had been so long since I’d had a woman’s hands on me, I didn’t have the self control that I normally had. Add in that it was Lexie’s hands, and I was almost undone. Not willing to finish before her, I gently pulled out of her grasp then went to work on getting the remainder of her clothes out of the way. She wiggled her hips until she was out of her jeans. I threw them onto the rapidly growing pile of our clothes.
I kissed her belly button, then tugged the waist band of her panties with my teeth, inhaling the scent of her sex and arousal. I eased down her purple silk panties, a match to her bra, using my hands and teeth. As soon as her underpants were down to her thighs, I ran the tip of my tongue against the folds of her sex, already slick and ready, confirming that she liked what I was doing. I spread her wide, kissing her in a way that made her shudder. She released a loud gasp then let her legs fall to the sides, giving me absolute access to every part of her that made her distinctly female. I rolled her panties down the length of her beautiful legs, until they were off. As soon as they were gone, I ran my thumb across her, feeling that she was swollen and dewy with need. I knew that with a little care in that tiny area, I could easily put her over the edge.
Still fingering her, I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were lidded with wanting, but she still had me in her sights. I moved up, unable to resist another taste of her full lips, puckered with lust. Our mouths worked together, this time there was more urgency in the kiss, as if neither of us could wait to finish.
I worked my hand between her legs, easing in and out of the wetness that said she was as ready as I was. She moaned into my mouth when I skimmed just the right spot, deep inside her. I made it a point to go back over it again and again, until her pelvis worked against my hand steadily, grinding against me, demanding to be satiated. I was only too happy to oblige.
“Ransom,” she said in a panting whimper, moments later.
I almost came at the sound of my name mixed with the eroticism of her climax. She clenched rhythmically around my fingers, her body shuddering with release as she crested, rocking her hips against my hand until the orgasm tapered away. As far as I was concerned, it was just the beginning of the pleasure I planned to give her.
29. LEXIE
I had known when Ransom’s birthday was, well before I had ever met him. Which was just one more reversal in how things were supposed to go. In the time that we had been in the cottage we had talked so much that I was quite sure I knew Ransom better than most people that I had considered friends. Though I had known that his father had been horrible to him, Ransom never went into specifics, but it was easy to read between the lines and know that his life had been hell. Especially after his mother had been murdered. And it was in one of these conversations when Ransom was laid bare, that he had mentioned the Lego set that his mother had once given him.
I considered Ransom a rugged kind of guy, all hard lines and muscles, but when he had spoken about that Christmas morning his face had changed. I didn’t have to work very hard to see the innocent little boy he had once been. The next day I had started on my quest to find him a similar set. I knew it wasn’t exactly the same, but I wanted to do something special for him because as far as I could tell nobody had really given a shit about him for most of his life. Though he didn’t want for food, clothes or a roof over his head, Ransom’s life had lacked one very important ingredient, love. It brought his selfless connection with his brother Gabriel into perspective, and how without Gabriel in his life he didn’t really know how to function. I guessed if you only loved one thing in your life, and it was suddenly snatched away, it would feel a lot like a living hell.
I had searched online, managing to find a complete set for sale that matched his description, luckily the vendor had expedited the shipment and I had got the set the day before his birthday. I had hoped that he would have been happy with the gift, but I hadn’t predicted how thrilled or even how emotional it would be. But now after all was said and done, it had been probably one of the smartest things I had ever done, since the reward was far better than anything I could have predicted.
Ransom leaned over me, his gaze smoldered with longing, and it was all for me. Unlike the first time we’d had sex, Ransom was sober and completely aware about what he was doing. It only made me want him more. His shoulders were all rangy muscles, more defined with the hours he had spent working out in the gym that Dad had set up in the cottage and had never used. I hated exercising, always had, but that had rapidly changed when Ransom had started working out. I had suffered the treadmill more times than I ever would have imagined, just so I could be voyeuristic.
Seeing him slick with sweat, his muscles rippling and expanding with use, made me want to do things with him that I never would have thought of before. The attraction I felt for Ransom wasn’t like anything I had experienced before. It wasn’t like the crush I’d had on Mitch, it was something richer, more grown-up and it had made me silly enough that I had actually gone out and bought a box of condoms. Now I carried one in my pocket all the time. The word slut had worked its way into my mind the first time I had pocketed it, but I ignored the judgmental voice in my head that said nice girls didn’t carry condoms in their pockets, because nice girls didn’t always have amazing sex either.
Ransom’s fingers worked in time with my body, that was responding without any need for directions. And when the feeling washed over me, the same way it had the first time we had been together, it seemed even more intense than it had been before, as if I was coming apart with pleasure. He was so beautiful in a manly way. It still baffled me that he actually wanted me at all. People that looked like him didn’t give a second look at people like me. Yet he had given me a second glance, then a third and so many more. I had felt the weight of his stare on me more times than I could count, and enjoyed it so much more than words could express.
His perfect lips, soft and sensual, curved into a smile when I instinctively said his name. Ransom’s eyes never left my face, watching me intently as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me. The way he gazed down at me made me feel as if my satisfaction mattered more to him than his own. I fell back against the rug, needing to get my bearings after the force of it all. And if I had thought that was the end of it I was wrong, judging by the gleam in his eyes, he had more tricks up his sleeve.
Ransom kissed me gently, with tenderness that felt almost too much to accept, because I was a liar and a conniving bitch. I didn’t want the words of shame to cut into a moment that was as closed to perfect as seemed possible, but it seemed I didn’t have a choice in the matter. Even as my body responded to the kisses that Ransom trailed down the length of my stomach, a voice screamed how I didn’t deserve the pleasure he was giving me, didn’t deserve anything at all.
Before, being responsible for Mom’s death was on the top of my roster of sins, now being a manipulative witch who was playing
Ransom, was number one on the list. But even as the thoughts trailed through my brain, I pushed them away. Though it might have started that way, at some point it had changed. Somewhere without me knowing it at all, everything had shifted. If I hadn’t known better I might have said I was falling in love with Ransom.
I felt his tongue, hot and wet, graze the flesh of my inner thigh and all thoughts other then being right there with Ransom were swept away. There would be other times to beat myself up. I fell back into the pillow of gratification that he seemed to be an expert at giving. He nudged my legs apart a little more, then sank into the space that made me a woman. His tongue worked over the sensitive flesh, licking and tugging with his lips, until once again the feeling of pure unadulterated desire rushed through every nerve fiber of my being. I didn’t think that I could climax again so soon, but Ransom was quickly showing me that I knew less than nothing about sex, and my body’s response.
When his tongue dipped inside me, I cried out in pleasure. My hands fisted in his hair, as my pelvis moved against him. He quickened his movements, seamlessly knowing exactly what I needed, wanted, even if I hadn’t known myself. He spread me even wider using his whole mouth, sucking and prodding, focusing his attention on the most sensitive parts of me. He continued to play my body with his mouth, tongue and fingers, like I was an instrument custom made for him.
The euphoria expanded, tripled, then quadrupled, until I thought I would explode with bliss. The air filled with the sounds of my rapture. I gripped his thick hair tighter, pushing his head against me, working my hips in rhythm with his tongue and mouth, churning with a need that I hadn’t known existed until that very moment. Then our eyes locked and it was almost too much to see the pure eroticism in his gaze, that said he was as into my pleasure as I was. His hand found my breast and twisted my nipple, the slight pain took me up another notch on my way to a climax that would probably go down in my history books.
“Yes Ransom, yes, that’s so good,” I cried out, low and guttural.
Then in less time than it had taken me to say his name, another wave crashed over me. My breath came out in stilted pants as I shuddered with unremitting gratification. Even as the orgasm converged on me, I couldn’t wrap my mind around how rapidly everything could work. Ransom was swiftly showing me that there were no bounds to the satisfaction he could give me.
As soon as his mouth was gone, I felt him slide into me, rock hard and absolutely ready to finish what we had started. As much as I had appreciated what he had done for me, it mattered that he was as satisfied as I was. Everything about the moment that he entered me felt different than before, as if we hadn’t actually had sex before, as if this was the first time for us. He pushed in deeper until our pelvises were flush against one another. I moved against him, sliding up and down on him.
In a move that had me gasping for breath, he flipped over on his back and I was on top of him. In this position he seemed to fill me more than before. He cupped my breasts, rubbing his fingers over the nipples a little roughly, it felt better than amazing. The expression of wanting on his face only heightened my yearning to take him to the place where I had already been twice.
I leaned down and kissed him, sucking on his tongue as my hips worked up and down on him. His breath came out in a rush of air that seemed to go directly into my lungs. I had never felt as linked to someone as I did right then.
“Lexie you’re so fucking hot,” he said, his eyes half-closed, his lids fluttering with every move I made against him. Then everything seemed to speed up and I knew he was getting close. Seeing the pleasure I was giving him made my body come alive again, in what could only be described as a triple header. He took hold of my hips, moving my body in beat with the thrust of his pelvis. He drove up into me, each time harder and faster. He moaned, clutching at the cheeks of my butt. I slipped my hands under his ass, helping to push him even further inside me.
I felt the same divine feeling work its way through me one more time until I was ready to splinter with pure euphoria. Just as I let go, I felt Ransom do the same. I locked on his gorgeous face, allowing the orgasm to spread like an electrical shock through me, up me, until I had no thoughts but the sensation of pleasure and the quenching of an eternal thirst.
His breath came out in fast puffs of air, his face shone with absolute and complete ecstasy. Even though I had thoroughly enjoyed every second of what Ransom had done for me, it paled in comparison to his expression of complete contentment. I couldn’t help but feel good that I had played a large roll in putting that look on his face. He pumped into me one final time then his hands dropped to his sides, as if he no longer had the strength to do anything but lay there like a limp piece of spaghetti.
I slid off him, then curled against him. He pulled me in closer, planting a kiss on the top of my head then released a long satisfied sigh.
“So does this mean you liked your gift?” I said, running my fingers over the taut muscles of his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos around his nipple.
“That would be a resounding yes,” he said with a chuckle and closed his eyes. Sleep took him moments later. I lay against him, listening to the steadiness of his breathing and the crackle of the fire.
Lying there beside him everything seemed perfect, and it was right in that very moment that I made a startling realization. It was gone, the obsession to talk to Mom, to fix what couldn’t be mended. The necessity to see Gabriel Sanders and have him contact my mother. All the things that had propelled me forward since the second I had found out she was dead, were gone, and I knew without a doubt that she had done it. She had actually done it, Mom had sent me an angel and his name was Ransom Sanders.
30. RANSOM
We had managed to work through a good portion of the box of condoms that Lexie had admitted to buying on spec. It more than turned me on that she had been thinking about sex, probably as much as I had been, maybe even more. My only regret was that I wished I had known sooner because though the time spent hanging together had been great, the added dimension of sizzling hot sex would have taken it to the next level for sure.
Somehow we had made it back to Lexie’s parents room. It still felt a bit weird being in there. All those feelings went out the window when Lexie started fingering the barbell in my nipple, sending a shiver through me. I hadn’t realized when I’d had it pierced that it would feel as good as it did when someone played with it. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was two in the morning. Not only hadn’t I slept very much yet, but from the way my body was tuning into Lexie’s hands, our night wasn’t even close to being over.
All the lights were on in the room, something that Lexie hadn’t wanted at first, but had finally agreed to when I had reminded her that it always made it better for me to see everything that was happening. With our history, where I hadn’t even known it was her the first time we’d had sex, it mattered more than ever for me, and I hoped her too. I glanced down at Lexie. Her head was resting against my shoulder, locks of her silky hair draped the soft curve of her cheek. I knew after being with her I would never again be able to see my chest and shoulder without remembering her nestled there.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The statement came out without much planning on my part, but even as I said it I knew it was true this time. In the past I had used that line on more women than I could count, this time I really meant it. Lexie was beautiful, like no one I had met before, and it wasn’t just how she looked. Her beauty came from the passion she had for life and how she felt things, good or bad with all her being. How she could find a joke at just the right time, and how she seemed to want me, just me, and not because I could please her in bed, but because she liked being with me, talking and just hanging out.
Her eyes met mine. I knew from her expression that she in no way believed what I had just said. I kind of already knew that she had no idea how gorgeous she was.
“Really?” she asked.
I chuckled. There were girls who would pret
end they didn’t think they were beautiful, but all the while they would have absolutely known that they were hot; Lexie wasn’t one of those kind of girls. The one thing that baffled me the most was how she had never hooked up with a guy before me. Not that I was complaining because if she had been with someone else they probably would never have let her go, and we would never have met.
“Shit Lexie, you just don’t see yourself the way the rest of the world does, do you?” I said, shaking my head.
She lifted her shoulders in response, clearly not buying into my comment. I grazed my hand down the length of her spine, caressing the supple skin that felt like satin to the touch. She shivered in response.
“I guess I really do need to spell it out,” I said.
“If you must,” she said.
She rolled onto her back and laid her hand across her forehead with a dramatic flare, that mimicked a lady from the days of Jane Eyre. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was embarrassed by my statement. But right then I didn’t care if I embarrassed her or not, she needed to know how I felt about her.
How I saw her.
I placed a hand on the hollow of her stomach, spreading my fingers across her flesh as far as I could.
“See that?” I asked.
“What?” she said, staring down at my hand.
“There’s a point at which you can’t spread your fingers anymore because it’s humanly impossible for your fingers to stretch apart farther. It’s called your finger span. If you’re a piano player you want it to stretch as far as you can because then you can hit all the notes. Hands are used in greeting and for practically everything we do on a daily basis, and of course to do amazing things to gorgeous girls,” I said, arching an eyebrow.
Lexie squinted at me, showing me she was completely lost. I liked keeping her in the dark, for a few moments at least.
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