Like I would ever to deny her.
I groaned as her tongue pushed into my mouth, her leg went up, over my hip so she was standing on one leg, her heated core grinded along my throbbing erection.
“Fuck, Lexi,” I panted, resting my forehead against hers, squeezing my eyes closed tight to force down the boiling in my balls. “Fuck, I want you so much.”
When I opened my eyes, she was smirking at me, a playful glint in her eyes. “Well, I’m right here.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, my self-control hanging on by a frayed thread. If she said no at that point, my dick might have actually exploded.
“Are you going to keep me waiting?”
“Fuck no,” I growled, stooping and sweeping my arm under her knees in one movement. She squealed as I lifted her off the ground like it was nothing, and carried her up the stairs to my bedroom. I hadn’t even had a chance to sleep in that new bed yet, and I was going to get to have Lexi in it?
Talk about breaking a bed in.
I kissed her the whole way up the stairs, even though she was giggling, trying to stop me, telling me I needed to watch where I was going so we didn’t fall.
“I’m never gonna let anything happen to you,” I said, kissing her neck, loving the way she sighed and melted into me. It didn’t seem real. It seemed like one of my dreams had come to life.
At the foot of my bed, I set her down gently. She wobbled slightly on her own feet, but steadied herself. I kissed her, soft and slow, letting the heat build until I could feel her wanting more, arching against me, reaching for the buttons on my shirt. I kissed her neck, suckling there softly until she sighed, and moaned, her head falling back, her hair brushing against the mattress. My lips skimmed over her shoulder, sliding one of the thin straps of her dress over, down her arm. My tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat before I kissed over to the other shoulder, dropping that strap, too.
She held the dress up in the front, so I took her wrist, and pulled her hand away, letting the top of her little white sundress drop down to her waist.
Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra. After that story she told at dinner, I wondered if our tormenting her as kids had anything to do with it. As bad as I felt that she’d been upset back then, if this was the outcome, I think I could forgive my younger self.
Her breasts were perfection, plump, perky, with pebbled nipples that begged to be sucked. I couldn’t even wait. Lexi gasped as my tongue wrapped around one of her hard nipples, her fingers pushing through my hair, holding me there.
“Oh, Bear,” she groaned as my tongue flicked over that sensitive peak over and over again, her body arching toward me. I moved my attention to the other nipple, nipping at it softly, drawing a sharp breath out of Lexi, as my hand slid around her back and tugged down the dress zipper.
All at once, her dress pooled on the floor, leaving Lexi only in a pair of sandals and simple white panties, nearly translucent at the front from her arousal.
God damn, this woman was going to make me come in my pants before I ever got my dick out. I couldn’t believe Lexi was that wet for me, but when I slid my fingers under the elastic and teased her seam, there was no denying it.
She was drenched.
“Is this all for me?” I asked, sliding my fingers between her lips, the fabric of her panties keeping my hand pressed right up against her.
Her eyes were glazed over with lust when she nodded at me, the flush of arousal making her pale skin stand out all the more. I wanted to kiss every freckle on her body. Trace my finger over her skin until she was shuddering under my touch, begging me for more.
But I wasn’t patient. I wanted to be. I wanted to make this last forever, but I knew myself, and I knew that I wasn’t going to have that kind of iron will.
My finger grazed her clit and Lexi gasped, a tiny mew coming from the back of her throat, her whole body jolted like she’d just been electrified.
I did it again, barely any pressure, but she was so wet my fingers slipped over her easily.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth hung open, her hips arched against my hand as I drew slow, steady circles over her sensitive clit. Her legs started to tremble, and she clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her upright, but I didn’t stop. I slid those two fingers inside of her grasping channel, the rough pad of my thumb tracing over her clit over and over again.
“Bear… Oh god, Bear,” she moaned, her face screwed up tight like she wasn’t sure what was happening. I kissed her deep, letting my tongue match my fingers’ strokes, feeling her clenching around me, getting so damn close.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. Come for me,” I said — no, demanded — my thumb putting more pressure on her clit.
She reached blindly for me, grabbing me by the back of the neck and dragging me into another kiss as she screamed into my mouth. My dick surged, straining against my zipper, her juices dripping down my fingers.
The kiss grew slower, less frantic as she slowly came down from that peak, and finally, Lexi pulled away from the kiss altogether.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, shaking her head.
I grinned. “You don’t think I’m done, do you?”
“I sure hope not. You’re still fully clothed,” she answered, grinning back, still trying to catch her breath as she stepped into me and slowly started to undo each button, one-by-one, her fingertips skimming over my skin as they travel lower.
My shirt was off in no time and she tossed it away, licking her lips as her hands roved over my shoulders, my chest, down my abs.
“I’ve been wondering what you’re hiding under there,” she said, tracing the outlines of each defined muscle. It was so damn nice just to be touched by her, but I couldn’t stand to let that go on for long. Her touch only stoked the fire in me, making it burn hotter, more insistent.
“Hope it’s not a disappointment,” I said.
She grinned. “Not at all.” Then her hands slid to my waistband, unbuttoning my jeans. She ran her palm over my bulge without unzipping me and I hissed.
“I’ve been wondering what’s hiding here, too,” she said, her voice pure temptation. Lexi slowly undressing me like that was driving me absolutely crazy, but I just balled my hands into fists and forced myself to let her explore me. I wasn’t going to rush it with her. I wasn’t going to treat Lexi like some other girl that I could just have some quick fun and be done with.
Lexi wasn’t like that. And I wasn’t like that with her. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but this wasn’t about just the sex. This wasn’t just about us finding each other in a difficult time. This felt real. Like something I’d been denied for too long.
“Why don’t you find out?” My voice rumbled out of my chest, so low I almost didn’t recognize it. She grabbed the tab of the zipper and started to pull it down, tooth by tooth, the slowest unzipping in the history of the damn world, but then, finally, the zipper was all the way down, and Lexi was reaching into my pants, into my boxers, and her dainty, soft fingers wrapped around my steel rod of a cock.
My hips bucked into her hand on their own, and I groaned. Her hand was like heaven, and as she stroked me slowly from base to tip, I became convinced she was an angel.
“Careful,” I warned, “you’re going to end up making a mess.”
She grinned up at me, a sparkle of a challenge in her eyes. “You got a better idea?”
“As a matter of fact…” I pushed her down on the bed, her squeal of laughter ringing in my ears as I got rid of what was left of my clothes before turning my attention to her.
I went for her sandals first, unbuckling the tiny straps and sliding them off her feet. My hands traveled up from her ankles, sliding over her silky smooth legs, up the insides of her thighs which she parted for me so willingly. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other, kissing and nibbling my way up. When I got to her damp panties, I pressed my tongue into the fabric, finding her clit through the soaked cotton, licking her over an
d over again until she was writhing under me, trying desperately to wriggle in the right way that would move her panties to the side and get my tongue on her bare pussy.
“Should we take these off?” I asked, hooking my thumbs into the sides of the elastic.
She nodded, face flushed, panting hard enough that she couldn’t seem to get a word out.
I dragged the little scrap of fabric down her legs, tossing it to the side before kissing my way back up from her ankles again. It was torture for her, she was squirming and whining, trying to force my hand into giving her more than I was ready to.
I knew I couldn’t make it last forever, but I wanted to make it last.
My tongue traced her seam, parting her sweet lips. No one had ever tasted as amazing as Lexi did. It was a sweet taste, but there was something unique to Lexi about it. A certain tang that made her taste absolutely addicting. She arched off the bed when I flattened my tongue against her, her fingers grasping at the sheets. She was so wild and untamed in that moment, her hair fanned out all over the bed, her body glow with a fresh orgasm, still ready and eager for so much more.
I tried to commit the image to memory. I needed something to remember this night by when tomorrow came and I couldn’t believe it really happened.
“Bear!” Lexi screamed as my tongue plunged into her, fucking her, drinking her, a man possessed. And just when I was sure she was going to shatter to pieces, I pulled back.
“What the fuck?” she gasped, pouting as I moved up her body, kissing the line of her stomach, sucking each nipple, moving up until I can kiss her and she can taste herself. Lexi’s protests were forgotten and she closed her eyes, moaning into the kiss, her hips arching up to meet me.
“Please, Bear. Don’t make me wait anymore,” she begged, wrapping her legs around my waist so I’m positioned right at her entrance.
There was nothing for me to do but move my hips forward.
We gasped at the same time, her warm velvety heat wrapping around me as her muscles responded, clutching at me, desperate for more since she had already been right on the precipice.
With that in mind, I thrust all the way forward, filling her completely with every inch of my cock. Lexi’s whole body went rigid, legs wrapped around my waist squeezing me tight, holding me in place, her nails clawing into my shoulders as a silent cry breaks from her lips.
She was falling to pieces, and I didn’t let that stop me for a minute. I pulled back, filled her again, both of us gasping with every long, measured stroke.
It wasn’t fast, but it was deliberate, intense. I buried myself so deep inside Lexi I wasn’t sure I’d ever find my way out again. I drove into her again and again, the powerful thrusts of my hips driving her into the mattress while she couldn’t even catch her breath long enough to scream.
“I want to feel you come,” she said suddenly. I knew she was getting close again, and my thumb was back on her clit, back to making her legs tremble and shake, but that filthy request coming from those angelic lips was my undoing.
“Oh fuck, Lexi!” I roared, muffling the sound with a kiss as I had the most intense, amazing orgasm of my life exploded through me.
Our foreheads pressed together, me still buried inside her and softening as we both tried to catch our breath, her pussy still rippling around me in aftershocks.
“Wow,” she whispered, looking up at me with a satisfied — but clearly sleepy — smirk.
“Wow is definitely the word,” I replied, kissing her before I withdrew from her limbs, dragging myself out of the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Don’t go anywhere,” I answered, dashing across the hall to the bathroom.
I came back with a damp washcloth, and moved to the side of the bed. She looked so gorgeous lying there with the afterglow of sex in her complexion. I took the cloth and dragged it up the insides of her thighs, kissing the spots where goosebumps popped up on her flesh. I went higher with the rag, gently cleaning her, but also taking the opportunity to circle her clit slowly, her breaths getting more and more labored.
“Are you angling to go again already?” she asked, part irritated, part turned on.
“Sorry,” I chuckled, tossing the rag away with all the other discarded clothes, sliding into bed with her, pulling her into my arms.
It didn’t even occur to me that she might have wanted to leave afterward. I couldn’t even stand the thought of her not being right there with me. So I pulled her tight against me, brushed her hair away from her shoulder, and kissed the exposed skin there before nestling my chin on her shoulder.
For a moment, she was still a little stiff, like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to still be there. I held my breath, waiting for her to say so, to slip out of the bed and say ‘so this was nice, but obviously a big mistake, right?’
But eventually, she relaxed, snuggling back against me, her amazing ass pressed right against my dick. I let one hand up to cup one of her breasts, casually rolling her nipple between my fingers. Not enough to get her all worked up, but just enough to elicit those soft sighs of pleasure out of her.
Before too long, those sighs turned into soft snores, and once Lexi was asleep, I finally let go myself, too.
18
Lexi
Sunlight trickled through the windows, tickling my nose to wake me up. I winced, squeezing my eyes shut tighter, my head throbbing, my mouth dry as the Sahara. Why did I feel so terrible?
I reached out for my clock to check the time, but my clock wasn’t there. Blindly, I searched the table by the bed, but it wasn’t, then my fingers brushed against a lamp, followed it up, and…
It wasn’t my lamp. My eyes flew open, sleep finally loosening its grip on me. This wasn’t my room.
And as I moved, I realized I wasn’t alone. There was someone in the bed next to me, arm draped over my waist, his body spooning against me.
I knew it was a him because… well, I could feel him pressed up against me.
Oh god, what have I done?
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying desperately to remember last night. Wine, talking, more wine, more talking, so much wine, and then…
He moved slightly, his weight shifting on the mattress behind me.
Bear.
It was freaking Bear.
What the fuck have you done, Lexi?
I somehow got drunk enough to actually act on my little secret crush. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that I’d actually done it, that he’d gone through with it.
Of course he’d gone through with it. Why wouldn’t he? I probably threw myself at him. He probably just didn’t have any idea how to turn me away gently.
I felt sick. I didn’t normally make such terrible judgment calls. I had to get out of there. I had to get home, get to—
Oh god.
My mom was still at my place with Dallas and I’d spent the whole night here. Shit. There wasn’t going to be any denying it when my mom gave me that knowing look.
I just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world until everyone forgot I existed.
But first, I needed to get out of that bed and find my damn clothes, since I just realized I was completely and utterly naked.
I looked over my shoulder at Bear, so peaceful in his sleep, looking so content.
He looked good, too. The sheets were tangled around his waist, leaving his glorious muscled body on display for my hungry eyes. The light that came in through the blinds striped him like a jungle cat. A powerful predator, strong, graceful. And I hadn’t given much thought to them last night, but the tattoos inking up his perfect physique only highlighted how in-shape he was.
The man was practically carved out of stone.
I licked my lips, swallowing, a familiar heat pulsing between my legs. The slightest movement made me aware of the soreness deep inside me. An ache that felt so good even though I was mortified by how it had happened. I could still feel him pressed into the cleft of my ass. All I had to do was move my hips ev
er-so-slightly and I could slip him inside me before he even woke up.
But I didn’t do that. As much as my needy body wanted me to, I wasn’t going to make the situation any worse than it already was. Last night I could write off as a mistake brought on by all the wine. But if we did it again that morning?
Well, that was a whole can of worms I wasn’t prepared to open.
Steeling my resolve, I started to extract myself from the bed, slowly trying to slip out from under Bear’s protective embrace without waking him.
Obviously, because that was the way things were going right then, I failed miserably.
Bear stirred with a sleepy groan, stretching, tightening his arm around me. When I looked back at him, he was obviously still sleepy, his eyes bleary and blinking, but the way he looked at me, the soft gentleness in his deep cerulean eyes, caught my breath and made my stomach twist in knots. He looked at me with this satisfied little smile, and this expression of disbelief.
But then he blinked a couple of times, focused on the panic in my face, and I could actually see him building up that wall again in real time.
I hated myself. I hated feeling like this horrible person who’d taken advantage of him and used him for her own needs.
I couldn’t believe I’d just thrown myself at him like that, practically begging him to do dirty things to me. What guy would say no to that? What guy could? Especially a guy like Bear that just wants to help me get past this.
Fuck.
“I’ve gotta go,” I muttered, pulling myself away from him even though I knew this wasn’t the way I should be handling the situation. Running away wasn’t going to make it better. But I couldn’t deal with it right then. I needed to get home. I needed to see Dallas, to see my mom. I needed aspirin, because every beat of my heart sounded like someone was ringing a freaking gong in my head.
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