What Lola Wants

by Calista Fox

  Alex’s gut coiled. Okay, there it was—the very clear and absolute reminder that this was just about sex. That they weren’t professing undying love or even dating. He’d gotten it on with her on the floor of his living room without even taking her to dinner or a movie first.

  Lola was looking for a steamy hookup, and he was more than willing to accommodate. But he suspected that, in her mind, that was as far as this was meant to go.

  Sex. Just sex.

  Friends with benefits. The extremely risky FWB.

  She’d said that was what she wanted. She’d even called it cliché. So Alex had to be really, really careful not to get ahead of himself. Not to think there was more between them than mutual physical satisfaction. No easy feat. However, he was more than willing to tow the line, because—at the moment—Lola was his.

  “You’re thinking about what you want to do to me, right?” she asked, pulling him from his wayward thoughts.

  He nodded, despite his internal tug-of-war when it came to this very delicate situation. He wasn’t looking to get his heart stomped on, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with Lola, either.

  Alex told her, “A dozen or so ideas instantly come to mind. You should probably speak now if anything’s off limits.”

  Her blonde brows shot up. “Alex!” He felt her shiver as she squirmed against him. “You are turning out to be one sinfully delicious treat. And the answer, when it comes to you, is nothing’s off limits.”

  He kissed her again, loving the feeling of her body pressed to his, loving the taste of her, loving the electricity zinging through him.

  Sliding his hands under the tight hem of her nightie, he shoved the satiny material upward. She lifted slightly off the mattress so he could push the lingerie over her shapely hips and full breasts, and then over her head. He tossed the garment aside and shifted away from her, absorbing the visual—the powerful impact—of Lola in nothing but a lacy lavender thong and her sassy purple-suede shoes with the straps over her sculpted ankles.

  He let out a sharp breath. “Damn, Lo.” Alex thought he hadn’t been able to get any harder. He’d been wrong. “I want to be in your mouth. In your pussy. But I need to taste you. Make you come again.”

  “Alex.” Her cheeks actually flushed. He gloated inwardly.

  His fingers hooked in the strands of her miniscule panties and she moved once more so he could drag the lace down her legs.

  “Let’s leave the shoes on,” he said, the sight of his blonde bombshell in heels a highly arousing one.

  Gently gripping her calf, he maneuvered her so one foot rested on the bed, not even minding that the sole of her shoe was on his pewter-colored duvet. Her other foot was still on the floor. She was spread wide open for him and Alex’s excitement mounted. He eyed her tight, pink parts, finding her small dewy lips irresistible.

  He slid his fingers along them. Blew out a soft breath against them, making the flesh quiver. Then he swept his tongue over the slick folds.

  Lola’s body jerked and she let out a throaty moan. Alex bit back a satisfied grin, instead focusing on the bounty before him.

  “You’re wet.”

  “It’s all you,” she said as one of her hands plowed through his hair, ruffling it. “I like you all disheveled. It’s really sexy, Alex. An alter-ego.”

  “And you’re the only one who knows about it,” he assured her. He’d never been out of control like this before. Never so revved. Never so reckless. But this was what he’d fantasized about—not what he’d engaged in with the women he’d dated. Everything happening between him and Lola was strictly related to secret desires wrapped solely around her.

  The very reason why he’d never done more than casually date. Because he’d innately known she was the only one who’d get him going like this, the only one he wanted to get his wicked on with.

  His head dipped and he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Slowly at first, but then he got caught up in the taste and smell of her and the flicking became a quick flutter against the pearl between her legs.

  “Oh… oh, Alex.” Her fingers tightened around the strands of his hair.

  He suckled her pussy lips, tugging gently. Her breath hitched.

  “That’s fantastic,” she murmured. “Better than ever.”

  “You taste so damn good, Lo.”

  “Alex.” She whimpered provocatively. “Chess club presidents don’t talk like that. You realize how exciting I find it that you do?”

  “You inspire me.” That was all he said. His attention returned to her glistening lips and the little pink bud that beckoned him.

  His head dipped and he worked her feverishly, alternating between the teasing, fluttering licks and the determined, frenzied suckles, until she panted harshly. She flattened a hand on the bed, to hold herself steady, he presumed, as her hips lifted and rolled. She pressed against his mouth.

  He eased a finger inside and stroked quickly as he continued tonguing her.

  “That’s perfect, Alex. So very, very perfect.”

  A second finger plunged into her. Her back arched. Her breath came in staccato beats. Then he felt her tremors start.

  “Oh, fuck, yes. Oh, God. Alex!” Her body shook as she came. More erotically stirring sounds fell from her lips, making his cock throb.

  He let her ride the wave. Then he rocked back on his heels and grinned at her while she breathed heavily, her eyes popping in surprise, as though she’d not expected him to get her off this way. Of course, she didn’t know he’d fantasized about it for his entire adult life.

  Still grinning, he said, “I could lick your pussy all night.”

  She blushed again.

  Lola.

  His ego ratcheted a few notches.

  He was mesmerized by her as she gazed at him from under long, sooty lashes, still looking as though she was reeling from what either had to be natural talent on his part, or the result of a gazillion dreams of going down on her, because he hadn’t tried that before. The women he’d dated weren’t exactly experimental… nor quite so responsive. Lola’s passionate reaction to everything he did to her was refreshing and addictive. It made him want to pull out all the stops, employ every little trick in the book to keep her coming.

  Finally, she said, “You certainly know your way around a woman’s erogenous zones.”

  “I’m only interested in yours. And, Lo, I started with the easy ones.” He grinned. “Wait’ll I get creative.”

  Chapter Four

  Dear God, Alex threw her for loop after loop.

  It was exhilarating. Enticing. Electrifying.

  How incredibly bizarre and yet so intoxicating.

  This was like nothing Lola had ever anticipated coming from him. But Alex was the first man to really light her up—to really make her body sing and to give her so much pleasure.

  She confessed, “I’m not even sure where mine all are.” No one had ever spent much time searching for her erogenous zones. The men in her past had gotten worked up quickly and had come just as fast. While Lola was still only warming up.

  Alex gave her a confident look. “We’ll discover them together.”

  Excitement chased through her. He stood and rummaged in the nightstand drawer, plucking out a bunch of condoms and dropping them on the wooden top.

  “Storing up for the winter?” she teased.

  “Been a while.” He examined a packet and then nodded. “Expiration date’s still good.”

  “Alex.”

  His gaze shifted to her. “Lo. I don’t screw around that much.” He eyed her a bit too curiously as he added, “Doesn’t that say something about us?”

  Okay, yeah. She’d cracked the walnuts wide open. But she wouldn’t have guessed Alex had as many secrets to divulge as she did.

  “I assumed you dated frequently,” she said. “Especially after… I mean, you are unbelievably good at… everything.” She had to fan herself with a hand as she thought of his head between her legs.

  With a non
committal shrug, he said, “Got a lot going on with the insurance biz. The economic downturn jacked us for a while, and we’re still struggling. Cutbacks are the order of the day, and I’ve been constantly worrying about my employment status. That’s why I file quarterly taxes, just to make sure I don’t end up on the short end of the stick one day.”

  Ah, there was her meticulous Alex. It was kind of cute to see him peek through the strapping, studly guy who’d fucked her so aggressively.

  She smiled. “I know this’ll come as a surprise, but I really do like how neat and orderly you are.”

  He snorted. “Yeah, tell that to my box of crayons when we were kids.”

  Lola reached for his arm, tugging him to her until he settled between her legs.

  “Alex,” she said, gazing into his glowing green eyes. “You are amazingly, gloriously hard. And I am impossibly, ridiculously wet for you. Fuck me again. Now.”

  He didn’t waste a second mulling over her request. He hauled himself up and hooked his forearms beneath the backsides of her knees, spreading her open. He lingered on the precipice with a challenging look on his devastatingly handsome face.

  Lola’s body twisted as she reached for a condom. She tore open the foil packet and slid the latex down his massive erection.

  “Fuck me, Alex.”

  He eased into her, teasing her inch by inch with his thick shaft. Lola writhed beneath him, wanting more. So much more. But the titillation was also highly arousing. Addictive. He had her wanting to claw at him, to grip his ass and clutch him to her, forcing him to sink all the way in.

  Not in a million years would she have ever imagined he could be so sexy and tempting. Driving her wild with his hard and fast moves, and now his slow, seductive ones.

  He continued to tease her for endless moments, pushing gently in, pulling almost all the way out of her. Heightening her anticipation, making her need him more than she needed her next breath.

  “Alex,” she begged. He was the only man she’d ever pleaded with, the only one who made her crazed with wanting him. “You have to make me come again. I’m desperate for it. For you.” A dangerous notion when it came to the precarious FWB scenario, but a truthful one.

  He groaned. “You seriously have no idea how snug the fit is?”

  “Of course I know—that’s why I’m dying to have all of you. It’s fantastic.”

  He thrust into her the rest of the way, forcing the air from her lungs in a sharp exhale. Encouraged, he moved with fast, determined strokes. He made her forget her insecurities, throw all inhibition out the window. Lola was instantly lost in a soul-gripping, sensual abyss so that all she wanted to do was close her eyes and incinerate into the mattress.

  Yet she couldn’t break the eye contact with Alex. She couldn’t release him from the intense, thrilling connection any more than he could her, it seemed.

  He pumped into her, and Lola wanted to scream, it felt so good. Her body bowed off the bed. Her pelvis ground against his.

  Everything about Alex sent her into such a sexual tizzy, she had to clutch the bed covering for fear she’d paw at him like some rabid animal.

  A giddy laugh bubbled in her throat and she fought it back. He was magnificent. So hard and hot. Thrusting into her as though he had some sort of point to make, something to prove. That OCD of his sure as hell didn’t hold him back.

  “Alex.” Her head fell against a pillow and her body arched further. Finally, her eyelids closed, and she demanded, “Give it to me good.”

  His hands gripped her waist, while her legs remained nestled in the crooks of his strong arms. He pistoned in and out of her with that confident assertion that drove her wild. She moaned and bucked, keeping up with him.

  “Damn, Lo,” he said on a strained grunt, like he was almost about to lose it. “Just looking at you, watching you could make me come. But being inside you. Fuck. You could give me a heart attack.”

  “Doubtful.” She opened her eyes and gazed at his chiseled features. “You’re too young and in such phenomenal shape. Christ, Alex. You are ripped.”

  And she lusted after every sculpted inch of him, from his devilishly handsome face to his sexy feet. Sexy feet! She’d never given any thought to that particular body part. From head to toe, Alex was God’s gift to a girl like her.

  Even better, he possessed amazing skill in the bedroom. His cock hit all the right notes, homing in on that highly sensitive spot that sent her soaring to all new heights.

  “Right there,” he said, instinctively knowing how hot he got her, knowing exactly the perfect location deep within her that made her fly. Come completely undone.

  “Alex!” She erupted on a flood of erotic sensations. She pressed her forearm to her mouth to muffle the scream of pleasure that wrenched from her lips.

  Alex dropped one of her legs and yanked her arm away. “I don’t give a damn if they petition to kick me out of the building,” he said, his breath jagged and tinged with desire. “You coming this hard is what I want, Lo. Give it all to me.”

  Her stomach flipped. Her body quaked.

  He thrust into her again, having at it with gusto, until she panted heavily.

  Alex shifted her leg from his forearm so the back of her thigh pressed against his chest and the crook of her knee draped over his broad shoulder. He leaned into her, pushing so deep, she lost her breath entirely.

  Heat flared in his eyes as he stared at her. Flames danced along her skin and fire ignited low in her belly.

  Finally tearing his gaze from hers, Alex dipped his head and left feathery kisses along her neck, then tenderly bit the flesh, ratcheting her excitement. He found a particularly responsive spot behind her earlobe and, as he lightly suckled, her inner walls clutched him.

  “That’s it,” he muttered against her skin. “Squeeze me tight.”

  She did. Clenching and releasing. His breathing escalated.

  “Christ, Lo—” He exploded inside her, his body shaking, his cock pulsing deep within her.

  Excitement ripped through her and Lola came on a roar of sensation that had her crying out once more.

  “Alex, this is so good!”

  “Yeah,” he said on a jagged breath. “Thank God I’ve got a corner unit.”

  She laughed, though it came out strangled as she tried to catch her own breath. They lay sprawled across his bed, chests heaving in time with each other’s. Bliss enveloped her. This was everything she’d never experienced, everything she’d known she was missing out on, but had had no idea how to find it, where to seek it out.

  How ironic and somewhat tormenting to know sexual gratification had been right under her nose the whole damn time.

  “Gimme a sec to pull myself together and I’ll get off of you,” Alex told her.

  “No rush,” she said, giving him a smile. “I like how you feel inside me, how you feel on top of me.”

  “It’s too bad I don’t have porn-star stamina.”

  “Are you kidding?” She moaned. “If you didn’t come when I was having orgasm after orgasm, I would definitely think there was something wrong with me.”

  His glowing eyes clouded. “Don’t ever think that, Lo. You are gorgeous and just about every guy’s dream come true.”

  She frowned. “Alex, this…” She shook her head. Tried again. “This has never happened before. I mean, I’ve never wanted, wanted, wanted so that I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe.”

  “So now I have to let you gloat because you were right—definite fireworks.”

  “Oh, a whole fucking Fourth of July night sky full of them.”

  He chuckled. Then he released her leg and withdrew from her. Lola experienced that unexpected void for a second time, but tried to ignore it. This might be the only evening they crossed the friendship line. She knew not to get used to sex with Alex. Not to get hooked on the euphoria and the intense chemistry.

  In fact, she needed to keep things as cool as possible if they were going to pull this off.

  When he disap
peared into the bathroom, she found the strength to sit up, despite feeling utterly boneless and more relaxed than if she’d spent an entire week at the spa. It felt heavenly to be so free of the sexual tension… though she still brimmed with excitement.

  She slipped into her chemise, thinking a clean break would serve them both well, so they didn’t slide down the dangerous, slippery FWB slope. “I’ve got some work to do, Alex.”

  He poked his head around the door frame. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” His brow furrowed. As though he wasn’t certain of how the night was supposed to end any more than she was.

  “So… I’ll clean up the kitchen, since you cooked.”

  Stepping back into the room, he said, “Probably not a good idea. You know how I feel about anything out of place.”

  She laughed. “Alex, your hair is in complete disarray and you’re still wearing a condom. I’m pretty sure you can handle me putting the bread basket in the wrong cabinet.” She moved in and gave him a friendly—so she intended—kiss. Unfortunately, her nerve endings jumped to attention over the briefest of touches. She murmured, “Let me help out while I’m here.”

  His beautiful green eyes blazed with lust. “Oh, you’ve helped out, babe. Trust me.”

  “Guess I’m not the only one who needed some world-class orgasms.”

  “I could fuck you all night.”

  Desire sparked. Her clit tingled. On a lusty sigh, she said, “So very tempting. Like… so very. But my mind is kind of whirling with some work ideas all of a sudden and I think I should jot them down before I lose them. I didn’t exactly rock anyone’s world today,” she confessed. And felt a twinge of pain over those words.

  Alex gave her the bad-boy smirk that lit her up, chased away her work-related insecurity. He said, “You rocked the hell out of mine.”

  “Alex.” Her cheeks burned. What was up with that? Lola wasn’t the blushing type, yet it kept happening with Alex. She leaned in for another kiss, but he didn’t let her get away with a quickie.

  His fingers curled around her upper arms and he hauled her against his rigid torso and kissed the hell out of her. The ultra-sizzling kind of kiss that had set them off in the first place and made her tackle him back when they’d been in the living room.