“I hope you didn’t leave the bungalow in that dress today.”
It’s short. So short that bending over is a hazard, as it’s supposed to be. I decide to play dumb, because it’s fun and that’s what I want tonight to be. Fun. I have a feeling it’s going to be the last I hear of that word for a while once I leave here. “What’s wrong with it?”
“What’s wrong with it?” he echoes.
I glance over my shoulder, fighting a smile as I take in Lex’s dark expression and his parted lips. I drop the armload of sex toys and check the status of my dress. Oh yeah, I’m definitely showing some cheek.
I bought this dress back in college when nightclubbing and barely covered asses seemed like a fun way to rebel. It’s definitely not leave-the-house appropriate, unless I’m getting ready for a shift on a street corner. When I ran across it while packing, I figured Lex might give me a little spanky-spank for wearing something so obscenely short.
“Are you even wearing panties under that?” His voice is low and rough.
I tug at the hem. I can’t believe I ever went out in this. Or that Ruby let me. “Maybe you should check for panty lines.”
Lex’s hands are on my hips and then smoothing over my ass right before he presses his chest against my back. His mouth is at my ear, lips trailing a hot line up my neck. “I had a lot of plans for tonight, but I’m not sure mine match yours.”
“What kind of plans?” I tilt my head and arch so my ass presses against the hard-on making itself known behind Lex’s fly.
“A nice candlelit dinner, maybe a walk on the beach, and then we can come back here and play with some of your toys since you haven’t packed them, and I’m noticing a few I haven’t had an opportunity to try out yet.” His hands come around to cup my breasts and squeeze. “No bra,” he mutters, before trailing a palm down my stomach.
“That all sounds nice, but maybe it would be better if we ordered room service, that way we have more play time.”
“If that’s what you want, I can certainly have dinner brought to us.” Lex skims the hem of my dress and his fingertips dip under. He doesn’t push much material out of the way to confirm what I’m sure he already knows.
“No panties either. I was going to steal them and make them my new pocket square.”
I slap his thigh over the reference to the Halloween soirée several months ago. Armstrong had to cancel at the last minute, which turned out to be a blessing, since my crazy ex with a panty-stealing fetish showed up.
The lightness is replaced with that electric energy that always seems to arc between us as soon as we’re touching. “No matter. I prefer you bare anyway.” Lex brushes over my clit and I exhale a shaky breath.
I will sensation to overpower emotion. I don’t know if it can, though. Everything seems to be blending together. I push down the fear, bottling it up, because I don’t want tonight tainted with the overwhelming sadness I know is coming for me.
“Such a naughty, girl, aren’t you?” His fingers stroke feather light along my slit, barely grazing my clit with each slow pass.
I nod fervently, pressing against his erection, parting my legs to give him better access. I want him to erase everything that came before him. I want this night to last forever. I moan when he continues with the gentle passes, a touch that can’t come close to sating me.
“What am I going to do with you tonight?” He nibbles on my neck.
I turn toward his lips, until they meet my cheek. “You’re going to fuck me, hard and repeatedly.”
“You’re sure about that?” He’s teasing, fingertips sweeping back and forth along the crest of my pelvis.
“Positive.” I hike my dress over my hips so my bare ass is rubbing on his fly. The cool steel of his belt buckle makes my clit throb. Then I reach up to grab the back of his neck so I can gain access to his mouth. “And you’re gonna like it, too.”
He chuckles against my lips, his smile dropping when he cups me with his palm, then pushes two fingers inside. I cry out at the welcome invasion.
“I’m one hundred percent sure I’m going to love every second.” He slips his tongue between my lips, fucking my mouth to the same rhythm as his fingers inside me.
I’m needy, desperate for him. I cover his hand with mine, pushing his fingers deeper, grinding my ass on his cock. I want him naked and inside me. I want this feeling to never end. He keeps pumping his fingers, curling them faster and harder until I’m moaning and shaking, no longer able to kiss him because I’m coming too hard.
With his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me upright, Lex leans over and swipes his free arm across the mattress, moving sex toys aside, turns me around, and sets me on the edge. I’m still trembling, still pulsing even though his fingers aren’t inside me anymore. I yank the dress over my head and then reach for his belt, fumbling hopelessly as I try to unclasp it. I growl in frustration when I can’t get it right away.
“Hey.” Lex’s hand covers mine.
My eyes flip up to his. “I want this off,” I snap.
His gaze searches mine and then his free hand moves up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking along my jaw. “We have all night, Amie.”
“We only have tonight left.” I want to take the words back as soon as they’re out.
His lips touch mine. “And there are lots of hours in it, so we can take our time enjoying it, can’t we?”
“I don’t want to sleep.”
“Me either.”
“Good.” My relief is already steeped in anguish.
Sixteen: Claim
Lexington
I keep my eyes on Amie as I lean in to kiss her, trying to slow this down. But I feel and understand her panic, even though mine is different than hers. She has to go home to real life and the mess she left behind while I continue to avoid the drama.
Amie slips off the edge of the bed so she’s on her knees in front of me. “I’ll get your pants, you get your shirt.”
“Bossy and impatient, aren’t you?”
“I prefer efficient and excited.”
I caress her cheek, wanting her to know that I’m playing with her, that her impatience is echoed in me. That I want her with the same kind of ravenous hunger she seems to have for me, that the end of our time together is not something I want either.
“Help me get you naked,” she says softly, unfastening the clasp on my belt with shaking fingers.
While I manage my shirt, she unzips my pants and pushes them down my thighs. She laughs in a burst at the boxers covered in lip prints before they’re on the floor, too. She braces one palm on my abs and grips my erection with the other, giving it a slow stroke.
Leaning in, she looks up at me and brushes her lips over the tip, all soft and sweet, those lashes fluttering, those stunning blue eyes locked on mine. They drift closed for a few seconds, and her lips trail back and forth before she turns her head and nuzzles my cock. Fucking nuzzles it. And I know in this moment that I will probably never get over this woman. That these two weeks with her have been simultaneously the best and worst of my life because there will never be another Amie.
There’s no vengeance in this. This isn’t a game for me and it never has been.
I just wanted her. I want her. She’s going to take a huge piece of me with her, a part that isn’t just fueled by lust and desire, but something bigger. A connection I’m not sure exists more than once in a lifetime. And isn’t that just fucked up? She still belongs to someone else on a technicality and there’s no goddamn way she’s ready for what I want from her. Which is everything. All of her. The parts that I can’t have. The heart that’s still broken.
I stroke her cheek, the one my cock isn’t pressed up against, and her eyes open and lift.
Her tongue peeks to touch the slit, purposefully light. “Can you hold my hair for me?” The question is soft, deceptively innocent.
“Amie.” I won’t last two minutes if she does this.
“Please.” She holds up her makeshift ponytail.
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sp; I have to close my eyes against the sight of her for a second. In that moment of darkness she gives the tip a wet, open-mouthed kiss.
It’s pointless to fight her, so I push my fingers under hers and wrap her hair around my fist. She’s wild between the sheets, as evidenced by the extensive collection of toys covering the comforter. I watch her face, lids lowered, lashes resting on her cheeks, and wait.
I’m not disappointed. Her eyes open and meet mine at the same time as her fingertips trail from the outside of my thighs to my knees. Then she strokes up her own thighs, reaching behind her to grip her ankles, giving me control.
I groan, because even though I know this is coming, it still gets me every single time. This woman, so ferocious in bed, puts me in charge of how she moves, how much she takes, how deep I go when I fuck her gorgeous mouth. As predicted I don’t have the longevity I’d like. Far too soon I’m chanting the word fuck as I come.
Lifting her up with one arm around her waist, I shove things out of the way as I lay her on the comforter and shoulder my way between her thighs, licking her until she comes again, giving me enough time to recuperate. Not that I need much, because my hard-on doesn’t ease up in the slightest.
I kiss a leisurely path up her body, pausing at her nipples before I finally return to her mouth. Something cold bumps against my forearm, dragging my attention away from her perfect face.
I grin as soon as I realize what it is. Pushing up on one arm, I nab the toy. It has some heft to it, and it’s cool to the touch. I hold it up for Amie to see. “I want you to tell me about this.”
She pulls out the sass. “Well, it’s called a butt plug and it’s made of stainless steel.”
“Interesting.” I drop my hips so my cock is nestled between her legs and grin. “Do you like it?”
“It’s new. I haven’t had a chance to use it.”
Ah, fuck. This just keeps getting better and better. “Do you think we should fix that tonight?”
She bites her lip, glancing at the plug in my hand and then back at me. “We can try. Maybe see if I can handle it?”
“If you can handle this, you can handle me.” My cock kicks. “Would you like that?”
She moans softly.
“Is that a yes? You want me to fuck your pretty ass, Amie?” She nods once and I roll my hips, cock sliding over her clit. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
On a tremulous breath, she wraps her legs around my waist, tilting her hips up. “I want you in me everywhere.”
My smile echoes hers. “Be explicit, please.”
“I want you to fuck me like this.” She shifts her hips and I slip low, the head nudging inside all that soft, warm, and wet. “With nothing between us.”
We’ve had condomless sex a few times over the past two weeks on the heels of a brief discussion about safety. Amie’s on the pill, but we still use condoms most of the time just to be safe. Tonight I’ll give in to her, though. I ease inside, slow and controlled.
“And then I want you to get my ass ready for your cock.”
My hips meet hers on a low groan.
“Was that explicit enough for you? Or do you need more details?”
“I like details.” I rock against her, staying deep so I can hit that spot that makes her eyes roll up and her muscles clench.
“I want you to take me every way you can. I want you to fuck my ass until I come. I want to feel you everywhere in me even when you’re not with me.”
My thrusts speed with every dirty admission and detail she provides until we’re skin slapping, sweat dripping, bed rocking. I don’t slow down until she’s screaming my name as an orgasm rolls through her. When she recovers, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. Then I take a moment to move most of the sex toys to the carry-on lying open on the floor, keeping only the lube and the plugs—all three of them.
Amie watches me with her cheek resting on her folded arms, her breaths still quick and shallow. Once the comforter is cleared, I drag a single finger down her spine, enjoying her shiver.
She starts to push up, lifting her ass in the air, so I place a palm at the base of her spine to stop her. She glances over her shoulder at me, confused until I stretch out on top of her, moving her hair to the side so I can kiss and nibble her neck. “We’re going to take it slow tonight from here.” She twists enough that she can find the back of my neck with her palm. As we kiss she pushes her hips up, my cock nestling in the cleft of her ass.
I’m in no rush, even though I’m aware that every passing moment brings us closer to the end. I want to draw it out, make these hours last for years. Eventually her moans turn into pleas for more, so I kiss a leisurely path down her spine until I reach her ass. I don’t stop though, instead I nibble my way across the plush flesh, kneading and kissing and biting. I’m straddling her legs, so she can’t push up the way she’d like to. The longer I hold back, the more she wants what I haven’t given her.
As soon as I lift my weight she pushes up on all fours and smoothes her hand across the comforter, grabbing for the travel-sized version of the lube that was not confiscated at the airport.
Popping the cap she holds it out, but instead of dropping it in my hand she squeezes, cool liquid running down my fingers. I rub them together, then drag the tips along the divide. I circle the tight opening over and over, not penetrating, applying the tiniest bit of pressure before I circle again. At least until she pushes back. Resistance gives way and her head drops, back arching as I ease one finger into her perfect, tight ass. As promised, I take it slow, adding a second finger, listening to her soft sounds grow deeper and louder, less delicate and more primal.
She groans my name when I add another finger and clutches the comforter tightly.
“Is this okay, baby?” I think it is. I’ve become fairly adept at reading her level of enjoyment over the past two weeks.
She exhales a shuddering breath with the slow, deep penetration. “Better than okay. So good, Lex.”
“You’ve got three of my fingers, what do you want me to replace them with?”
She stills. “Three?”
“You sound surprised.”
“You have big hands,” she murmurs.
I keep finger fucking her ass, slow and easy, spreading them, stretching her. “Should I just try the steel?”
Long moments pass and I beg the gods of anal to give me the all-clear, which is when she says, “You can try.”
I leave my fingers where they are, hoping this is going to help pave the way for my cock. I grab the plug, sliding the cold steel over her clit. Amie sucks in a breath. “What are you going to do?”
“Warm it up for you.” My fingers stay where they are while I tease her pussy with the plug. When she’s ready I exchange my fingers for the plug, easing it in inch by slow, steady inch.
The needy sounds she makes, and her soft whimpers and pleas, are exactly what I want to hear.
When her ass is full of plug, I fuck her, holding her body against me, keeping pressure on the end. Her neck is craned at an awkward angle, so we can kiss and maintain our connection. She comes on a scream, nails raking across my shoulders as she tries to hold on, biting my lip as she bucks.
When she sags in my arms. I lay her on her side.
“God that was intense,” she sighs.
I tuck her body in close to mine, her back against my chest, her damp hair sticking to her neck. I kiss her shoulder. “If you can’t handle more we don’t have to go there.”
She shifts, eyes rolling up at the movement since the plug is still filling up her ass and I’m still filling her pussy—and I’m still hard because I haven’t come.
She touches my lips with fingers that tremble. “I want it. I want you everywhere. I want this with you.”
I kiss her softly for minutes that seem like hours. When she’s languid in my arms I ease out and then I remove the plug. I’m not much bigger, so she’s as ready as she’s ever going to be to accommodate me.
And she does accommodate. S
he’s still on her side, eyes on mine as I sink into her, pushing past the resistance. I ease inside her, tight and slow and controlled. When my cock is finally all snug up in her ass I slip my fingers between her legs and circle her clit. She arches and fists the sheets, chanting oh my god as an orgasm rolls through her.
Amie’s mouth drops open, eyes hazy with need and desire when my hips meet her ass. “That’s it, baby, you’ve got all of me.”
“This feeling, it’s indescribable.” Her shaking fingers brush over the base of my cock.
“Talk to me. Try and find the words to explain the feeling.” I lean over her, getting in close, one hand on either side of her, caging her, protecting her, my thigh pressed into the crook of her knees. We stay like that, lips barely touching as I stay deep and fuck her slow.
“You make everything so . . .”
“Everything so what?”
“Real. Perfect. Endless. I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to lose this.” I feel the pain of her words in my chest.
“I’m right here, going nowhere.” But she is, sooner than either of us want.
There’s nothing wild and untamed about the way we claim each other. It’s not fast and hard. It’s intimate and soft, it’s trust and gentleness. When she comes her eyes are on mine.
Afterward we go for a swim, followed by a bath. It’s late by the time we order dinner and later still when we climb back into bed again. I can feel her fear expanding with every passing hour. At three in the morning I watch her pack up all her sex toys. She rides me hard after that, desperation bringing back the wildness.
At four-thirty she curls into my side. “Set an alarm just in case I nap for too long,” she whispers.
She has to leave for the airport in two hours. I’m going with her. I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead. “For how long from now?”
“Half an hour.”
I set it for an hour. We’re both exhausted. Bodies spent. I feel her tears on my chest and I hold her tighter. “You want to talk about it?”
She shakes her head and sniffs. “I don’t want to go home.”
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