Just a Number (Thirst Trap #2)

11. Alex

Chapter eleven

Alex

I use the spare key that Mel lent me to let myself in. It’s late. The bar was busy right up until closing, when Tom had to bellow to get people out of the door. We were fully staffed, so luckily, the tidy-up went smoothly and we were all out of there pretty quickly.

The ride home gave me a chance to centre myself. I tried hard not to think about what was waiting for me when I got back to the house, not wanting to get distracted while driving. But now the bike is parked and I’m stepping inside, I let my mind wander.

Kissing Mel earlier wasn’t enough; I need more. I think I’m obsessed with this woman. I’ve thought of no one else for days.

I pull off my boots and jacket and put them away in the hall cupboard along with my bike helmet. Then I grab a quick drink of water and peer into the lounge, but there’s no sign of her.

She’d not left the pub until closing herself and I half expected her to be waiting up for me as we’d not had time to do more than glance at each other all night.

I tread quietly up the stairs, trying to regulate my breathing that’s sped up with the idea that she’s in her room waiting for me.

Her room is closest to the top of the stairs and my brows raise with curiosity when I see her door ajar.

I take a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in.” Her voice is breathy, and as I step inside, I find her sitting at the end of her bed, facing me. She’s still wearing the outfit she wore to the pub, but her jacket is gone and her feet are bare.

“Zack’s staying over at Rich’s.” She speaks quietly. My cock thickens in my jeans now I know we have the house to ourselves and I anticipate what’s to come.

“I’m not quite sure what I’m playing at here.” She waves her hand between us.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to enjoy each other, Mel.”

She sighs as she closes her eyes for a moment, but seems to shore herself up when her shoulders ease back.

Her eyes open, her usually pale blue irises appearing darker. “I want you, Alex. I don’t think anything can come of this apart from what happens here tonight, but I don’t want to deny myself anymore.”

I’m already wondering if one night will be enough to burn through this chemistry we clearly have, but I’m going to take what I can get.

“One night only, got it.” I keep my distance for a moment longer, needing to be certain that she’s sure.

“What are you waiting for?” She quirks a brow and leans back on her hands.

I drink in the sight of her. Her nipples are stiff against her lacy camisole and the skin on her neck is flushed a delicate pink. I have no idea what to do next. I’m like a virgin all over again. I’m experienced, but it’s like this is all new. I stuff my hands in my jean pockets to hide their slight tremble.

She rises from the bed and takes a step towards me. It gives me the confidence that she’s into this as much as I am.

Her hands come up to my chest and I let out a shaky breath as she runs them down my pecs and over my abs. “You’ve been teasing everyone all night with this tight top. Are you going to let me see what’s underneath?” Her confidence as she touches me heightens my arousal, my cock growing even harder, desperate for her. She tugs at the hem, easing it away from my body. I take my hands from my pockets and grab it, pulling it over my head before dropping it on the floor.

My skin heats under her gaze.

I curl my hands into fists for a moment, trying to lessen my need to fling her on the bed and fuck her. I want to take my time here, not rush. I reach out and caress her face with my fingertips. Her skin is so soft and I’m dying to know if she’s that soft all over.

As I lower my face towards hers, she raises on her toes to meet me in the middle. The height difference between us is so evident when we’re standing this close and her feet are bare.

Our lips clash together, and suddenly, everything is moving. I bury my fingers in her hair, while her hands stroke over my chest. A low, husky growl escapes from my throat as my cock leaks in my boxers with need.

“I need you,” she says, grabbing me by the waistband of my jeans and leading me as she walks backwards to the bed.

She releases me to unfasten her jeans and all I can do is watch, my heart in my throat, as she kicks them off before sitting on the edge of the bed. She licks her lips as she looks me up and down, heat burning in her eyes.

“Get on your knees.” Her voice shakes, but the command is clear.

I’m hot and desperate and I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard before it’s even been touched. I lower to my knees, eager to do as she says.

“Fuck, Alex, I love you at my feet.” Her voice is husky, and my whole body throbs with need.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Mel,” I respond, enjoying the heat flaring in her eyes at my reply.

A groan rumbles from my throat at the sight of her, laid out before me, in her black lacy panties. I run an index finger up her thigh, listening to her quivering breaths as I get higher.

Hooking a finger into the side of her underwear, I pull it away from her body and she shifts her hips so I can take it off.

She’s resting on her elbows, looking down at me between her thighs and biting her lip.

I lean forward and breathe in her musky scent.

“Please let me taste you,” I murmur.

“Yes.” Her throat works with a swallow before she lays her head down.

I plant a kiss on her pubic bone, above the strip of hair she has shielding her. I tug her hips closer to the edge of the bed, unable to hold back from tasting her for a second longer. She comes willingly.

My tongue sears a line through her seam, causing her to gasp as she grips the quilt with one hand, while she fists my hair with the other, holding me close to her.

Fuck, she tastes incredible. Sweet and musky all at once. I want nothing more than to stay here, tasting her, worshipping her, all night long. I know I’d get just as much pleasure, no, make that more, from making her shatter apart in orgasm, than I would seeking my own release. It’s never been like this for me before. I’m obsessed with her satisfaction.

I take my time acquainting myself with her pussy. I listen for the hitches in her breath when she likes a particular spot that I pay attention to. She doesn’t moan or speak. She’s quiet apart from her breathing. It heightens my senses. I want to be attuned to what she likes, what she needs. So I concentrate all my efforts on bringing her pleasure.

Her hand is a steady presence, holding the back of my head firmly in place. I look up, my mouth pressed firmly against her cunt, and enjoy the jolt of energy when our eyes meet. She’s biting that lip even harder now. I press my tongue firmly against her clit, applying pressure where I know she must need it. Her hand leaves my hair as she collapses back onto the bed.

She moans, and it’s like the highest form of praise. I keep up my efforts, alternating between lapping at her and applying pressure. Her thighs tense and a quiver runs through her entire body as her hips writhe and she rides my face. I keep up my ministrations until she cries out with her release. I press a final kiss to her swollen clit as she collapses, panting.

Now that I’ve made her come, I realise how painful my hard-on is. It’s pushing against the zipper of my jeans, desperate for a piece of the action. I rise to my feet, trying to reposition it with my hand.

“Come here.” She beckons me with a hoarse whisper. I kneel on the bed and lean closer. “Fuck, I made a mess of your face.” She chuckles huskily, her eyes landing on where her arousal covers my lips and chin.

“You taste fucking delicious.” I wipe my thumb around my mouth, trying to catch every drop of her essence. She runs her tongue over my lips.

“Can you believe I’ve never tasted myself before?”

“And what do you think?”

“It’s not how I imagined. But it’s not terrible.”

I let out a deep laugh. She sits up, and her hands reach for the fastening of my jeans.

“You must be uncomfortable being so hard for me in these.” I can only nod as I stand. “Then let’s get you out of them.”

She makes short work of the button fly and pushes my jeans and boxers down at the same time. My erect cock springs free and nearly smacks her in the face, making her gasp.

“Someone looks pleased to see me.” She wraps her hand around my shaft and kisses the tip, tasting the precum that is leaking from me. I have to hold my breath at the contact. I could embarrass myself here and come all over her if I’m not careful. “Why don’t you take the rest off? I want to see all of you.” Her voice is sultry, making my cock throb even harder.

I kick off my clothes, desperate to be naked in front of her. She looks up at me, perched on the edge of the bed, through her long, dark lashes and I swallow hard at how sexy she looks.

“You did an amazing job of making me come. Do you want me to suck your cock?”

I nod swiftly. She swallows my cock down in one go and I groan as I hit the back of her throat.

Fuck!

Her mouth is warm and wet and I want nothing more than to pour myself into her. I run the tip of my fingers under the straps of her camisole, trying not to be overcome with the sensation of her mouth devouring my cock.

“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, Melody,” I rasp.

She gives an appreciative moan as she takes me even deeper. Her tongue flutters against me as she works her mouth up and down. Her other hand teases my balls, fingers delicately stroking the sensitive skin there. I ache with the need to come.

She moans as I run my fingers through her hair, and I guess she likes it. I press gently on the back of her head to see what response I get. Another deeper moan.

“You want me to use your mouth, Mel? You want me to fuck your throat?”

Her hooded eyes meet mine and she nods. Jeezus. I grip her head with both hands and saw my cock in and out of her mouth. Drool leaks from where her lips meet my flesh. This woman is letting me fuck her face. Fucking hell. I knew tonight would be hot, but not in a million years was I expecting this. Her hot, wet mouth is heavenly. I can’t stop.

“Mel, you’re taking it so well,” I croon, and her eyes sparkle at the praise. “That’s right, you take my hard cock as deep as you can. Good fucking girl.”

The words spill from my lips and I wonder if calling a woman fifteen years my senior a good girl is the way to go. But she clearly loves the dirty talk because she ups her efforts and I notice her pressing her thighs together where she’s kneeling on the bed.

“Do you want me to pour my cum down your throat, Mel? Or do you want me to pull out and spray it all over your face?” She digs her fingers into my thighs. “Hmmm, but I’m also dying to bury my cock in that tight, wet cunt of yours. Tell me, which should I try first?” I ease her back from my engorged cock, which screams out in protest of being robbed of her perfect mouth. She looks a picture, her eyes streaming and her makeup smudged.

“I’m going to swallow it first. Then you can fuck me after.” Her order is all but a whisper, but it commands all of my attention. The push and pull between us is electric and I’m fucking here for it.

“Okay, do it,” I urge. She needs no coddling, taking me even deeper this time, easing up and down my cock that’s dripping with her saliva. One hand pumps the base and the other rests on my hip. I place my hands in her hair, not to control the action this time. She’s doing a wonderful job without me. But I need the contact.

It’s not long before I lean my head back and close my eyes, giving in to the sensation. It was incredible watching her work my cock, but when I take that vision away, it’s even more. I am all feeling at this point. My balls strain, ready for release, and as she rolls her tongue over my head and along the sensitive underside, I can do nothing to stop the explosion as I cry out, filling her mouth with my cum.

“Every last drop. Good fucking girl,” I pant out, my eyes fixed on her now as she swallows, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me like it will never end.

She eventually lets my now soft cock slip from between her lips, a flush to her cheeks. I stroke her face. “Thank you. That was incredible. Let’s get you out of these clothes. I want to see you.”