Just a Number (Thirst Trap #2)

12. Mel

Chapter twelve

Mel

I stand before Alex, naked as the day I was born. It’s a little off-putting, knowing I’m older than him and nothing is quite as firm as it used to be. But his encouragement and praise are doing wonders for my confidence.

My legs aren’t quite steady. First, my orgasm and then bringing him to his. But still, I want more. His hand trails down, starting at my face, caressing my cheek, over my neck and shoulder, and then to my chest.

His fingers find my nipple, and I smile as he gives it a tweak. His touch brushes lower; over my ribs and my belly, reaching the strip of curls between my thighs.

Every part that he touches comes alive.

His cock, which had softened after he exploded down my throat, is twitching, as if it’s also paying attention to him touching me, deciding if there’s going to be another round or not.

I bloody hope so. Hallelujah for a younger man and his stamina. I could get used to this.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as I meet his gaze. He has that soft, gentle smile on his face, the one I love.

“What now?” I ask.

“What would you like? Are you ready for more?”

I don’t see the point in being coy here. I've given myself the gift of this night with him and I intend to make the most of it. I get a thrill when he defers to me. It’s different to what I’m used to. I nod firmly.

He takes me by surprise, bending slightly at the knees, grasping my hips, lifting me and throwing me back onto the bed. My breath escapes me as I land and I can’t hold back the laugh. I feel almost carefree, more joyful. It’s as if he’s cast a spell over me to loosen up and enjoy this experience with him.

My mouth goes wide as I glance down and find his hand clasped around his stiffening cock, stroking it in his fist.

“Do you want to know how many times I’ve done this, cock in hand, dreaming about you, Mel?”

“Yes. Tell me.” I need to know he craves me as much as I hunger for him.

“Every fucking day since I met you.”

My breath grows heavy as I watch him. His hand working his cock from base to tip.

I can still taste his saltiness on my tongue. And now I want him pushing deep inside me, filling me up, stretching me. I scoot up near the pillows, managing to lift the quilt and fold it out of the way. I pat the empty mattress beside me, watching him from below my lashes.

“How do you want it?” he asks. My brain goes on its own little side quest for a moment and I giggle to myself as lyrics appear in my head.

Alex tilts his head and frowns. “Something amusing you, Mel?”

“I just get lyrics in my head sometimes. And some just appeared.”

He kneels on the bed, making his way closer to me. “Which lyrics?”

“Ummm, I don’t know the name of the song… it goes… Do you want it missionary with your feet crammed to the headboard? Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to? ” I don’t attempt to sing or rap them. Just speak them out loud.

His eyes widen as he erupts into laughter. “Freek-a-leek? Really?”

I shrug. “I can’t help it. My brain is fond of rap. I often get Eminem and 50 Cent lyrics in my head.”

He grins wide and leans over, gripping my face in his hands while he kisses me hard. “So, is that how you want it?” He quirks a brow.

“I need you on top of me.”

“Of course.” He peppers kisses all over my face and smoothly rolls me so I’m lying down with him wedged up against me. “Just give me a minute. I need to grab a condom.” He leaves the bed to pick up his jeans from the floor. He pulls a strip from his pocket and places them on the bedside table.

“Three? You’ve got some confidence, boyo,” I joke, wincing internally as the nickname slips out.

Thankfully, he takes it in his stride with a wink. “Let’s see if you can keep up, lady.”

I let loose a giggle. It’s just all easy with him.

He tears a condom off the strip and rips the corner of the packet open.

“You want to put it on?” he asks, a brow raised.

I shake my head. “No, you.” He rolls it down over his erection, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

“So you want me to cram your feet to the headboard?”

“I’m not sure I’m that bendy.”

I spread my legs wide, giving him plenty of space. He braces a hand beside my head, dipping his mouth low to kiss me. As he slides his tongue into my mouth, his body presses against mine. The weight of him on top of me is just right.

As the head of his cock presses at my entrance, he groans with pleasure before he slides in deep. He pauses and I draw in a breath, enjoying the sensation of being full.

Another kiss.

Then he slides out.

Back in, tortuously slow.

“Faster,” I urge him, needing more.

He picks up speed gradually. The friction of him moving inside me brings a new flood of wetness, easing his way clear. I grip his shoulders, holding on, before I wrap my legs around his hips, trying to pull him all the way inside me, as deep as he can go. His hips begin to piston, his breath increases and I let myself moan. It starts as a whimper before becoming a full-blown purr.

“You feel like heaven,” he moans.

I need more. So I grab his hand, sucking two of his fingers into my mouth, making them nice and wet. I push his hand down between our bodies, letting out a long, low moan when his wet fingers brush against my clit.

“Oh, fuck.” I can’t stay still. I close my eyes, focusing on him circling those rough fingertips around my most sensitive place. His rhythm of thrusts slows as he focuses on my body.

“Are you going to come for me, Mel? Are you going to come all over my cock?”

“Yes,” I gasp as my body tightens around his. I quiver from head to toe, unable to contain the pleasure a moment longer. He brushes his fingers right on top of my clit and I go off like a firework. I close my eyes and all I can see behind my eyelids is a burning light.

“That’s it, baby,” he purrs in my ear before he pulls his hand back up and licks my juices from his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me hard, Alex. I want to see you come,” I tell him with a rasp, still panting from the orgasm.

He reaches up, grabbing on to the headboard. “Hold tight.”

He increases his pace, pistoning in and out of me. The wetness from my orgasm sounds slick as he thrusts. It’s filthy. His cock fits inside me perfectly with just enough stretch.

“Look what you do to me, Mel.”

How he has enough wits about him to verbalise anything at the moment is beyond me. I watch as his expression changes to utter bliss as he reaches the precipice and tumbles over, calling my name. He grinds his cock as deep as it will go and the groan that leaves his lips is heavy and deep.

Afterwards, we remain in place, panting, trying to come back down to Earth. Involuntary shivers come and go as my body relaxes from the release. I run my fingers up his spine, enjoying his trembles. That was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.

He eases away, leaving a rough kiss on my temple as he climbs from the bed and makes his way to the ensuite. I hear the tap run and then he’s back, condom removed, and a damp washcloth in his hands. He reaches up and brushes my wild hair behind my ear. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He smoothes the warm cloth between my legs and a blush rises on my cheeks. How can it be, with everything we’ve done, that it’s this moment that makes me blush?

He dips down again and brushes his lips to mine. I close my eyes and savour this feeling. This satisfaction that’s settled deep in my bones. Perhaps, as Cassidy suggested, I just needed to get railed seven ways to Sunday.

He leaves again to return the cloth to the bathroom and then comes back through. I open my eyes as the soft pad of his feet signal his approach and watch, with wonder, the confidence he exudes as he walks around my bedroom naked. There is no artifice to him at all.

“Someone should sculpt you,” I tell him, sleepily.

“I’ve done some life modelling, but so far I’ve had some kind of covering.”

“Really? I can’t draw to save my life, but I think I want to come to one of those classes.”

“I’ll let you know when they book me next.” He’s standing by the bed, looking down at me. “Can I stay?”

I look across at the digital clock on my bedside table. It’s the middle of the night. Zack confirmed he’s staying elsewhere, and it’s unlikely that we’ll see him much before noon. I’m not sure that cuddling and actually sleeping together had been in my plans for tonight. But it feels right.

“Please.” I tap the bed beside me and he climbs in. “Permission to wake me up when you’re ready for another round.”

“You sure?”

“Oh yes, I’m not done with you yet. I just need a moment to rest.”