Just a Number (Thirst Trap #2)

13. Mel

Chapter thirteen

Mel

I ’m awake before Alex the next morning. His face is so peaceful in slumber. He woke me once in the night, spooning behind me, while thrusting gently inside me. His hand pressed to my pussy, stroking and teasing while he fucked me. It had been a more gentle orgasm than before, and when we were done, I fell asleep with him still inside me.

But now, a new day is here. I don’t want it to be over, but I know that it has to be.

I’m awake. I’m alive. And I realise that I have been holding myself tightly, closed off from the world since my marriage broke down. I’m grateful for my friends and family, but I haven’t done anything just for myself in a long time. I want to remember this experience with Alex as just that: a gift I gave to myself.

Having sex with someone new should have been awkward and clunky, but it wasn’t. It was perfect. Perhaps I should give another thought to that fate thing that Cassidy keeps blathering on about. How can it be this good if it isn’t meant to be?

I try not to wake him as I ease out of bed. I use the bathroom and wash my face, removing the smudged makeup from last night. I grab the silky robe that hangs on the back of the door and wrap it around my body, tying the belt tight around my waist. I glance at my watch and see that it’s after 10 am. I need to wake him up. Make sure he’s nowhere near this room when Zack comes home.

He’s sprawled out on his back, legs wide, with the sheet pulled up just enough to maintain his modesty.

Ha, not that I didn’t see it all up close last night.

One hand rests on his ribs and the other is thrown above his head. He looks like he sleeps hard. I pause, wondering how best to wake him. I clear my throat, hoping the noise will alert him to my presence, but nothing.

I put a hand on his shoulder and shake. Still nothing.

“Alex, come on, it’s time to wake up.” I detect a slight change in his breathing, but there are no other signs that he’s coming round. I lean in, putting my mouth to his ear.

“Alex, you need to wake up,” I whisper, before I get the shock of my life when his arms come around my waist and pull me on top of him. He still has his eyes closed. The sneaky bastard.

“Alex! Let me go.” He pats my head gently with a shushing sound.

“Let me sleep a little longer,” he rasps.

“You have to get up. Let’s get you through to the guest room and you can sleep some more in there.”

He grunts his annoyance. “And why would I do that when I can sleep here with you?” His hands skim over my back and he squeezes my bum as he tugs me closer. With just my robe and the sheet between us, there’s no disguising his morning wood. “Hmmmm,” he rumbles against me and I detect a slight thrust in his hips as he drives his erection closer to my core.

“We don’t have time for this.” I give one last attempt to defuse this situation, but my willpower is fading as fast as my arousal is growing.

He holds me in a hug and rolls us, so he’s lying on top of me. “What’s this?” He plucks at the neck of my robe. His eyes finally open, giving me a disgruntled look. “Did I say you could cover up?”

I laugh at his high-handedness. “No, sir.” I attempt to sound demure, but I don’t think I pull it off.

His cock grows even harder against my hip.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

He reaches down and kisses me. He’s too good at distracting me. I should have got fully dressed before I attempted to wake him.

He grabs my arms and pulls them up over my head. “Stay there,” he says with a growl that makes me wet. He wrestles the sheet out from between us and then loosens the belt of my robe. He pulls it open and my body heats as his gaze strokes all over me.

“We have to be careful of time,” I tell him, breathless already.

“How long have I got?”

“I dunno. Maybe thirty minutes to be safe?”

“Then you’ll be at my mercy for those thirty minutes. Got it?”

I think I like this bossy version of Alex, so different from last night when I’d felt more in charge, which was fun, and then the middle of the night, which was slow and easy. He’s kneeling between my sprawled legs and reaches a finger out to stroke my pussy.

“How many times do you think I can make you come in half an hour?”

“I don’t know.” I tilt my head to the side, pretending to think about it.

“If you guess right, maybe there’ll be a prize.” His tone is playful and light.

“Ummm, twice maybe?”

“I’m sure I can do better than that. How ‘bout we bet on it? If I make you come twice, you get to pick a reward. If I make you come more than twice, I pick the reward.”

“What kind of reward?” I’m breathless with eagerness. I think I’m going to enjoy this game.

“Winner's choice. For example, I could request that you cook my favourite breakfast. You could have me wash your car.”

That all seems reasonable. “Okay,” I nod in acceptance.

“Good girl.” He pins my wrists where they still rest above my head. “I want you to stay here in this position unless I tell you otherwise. Okay?”

I nod.

“Use your words, Melody. Let's make it explicitly clear.”

“Yes, okay.”

He keeps holding me in place for a while, bending closer to nibble on my bottom lip. I try to kiss him, but he pulls away with a smirk on his face.

“Hold on to the rails of the headboard so you don’t forget to keep still.”

“Okay.” I grab hold of them, wincing at the tightness in my shoulders from already having my hands above my head. I watch him, wide-eyed, wondering what he has planned for me.

I get no warning before he buries his mouth in my pussy, feasting on me. His tongue does wicked things and I gasp out his name, grateful for the headboard rails to keep me grounded in place.

I have to close my eyes as I sink into the delicious sensation. It’s never felt like this. I’m slick with wetness already, and I know that I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he mutters against my pussy. “Are you going to come all over my face, Mel?”

I blush at his filthy question. He quirks a brow, and I know he’s waiting for a verbal reply.

“I think so.”

He dives back in, licking me from my hole right up to my clit. He keeps doing it over and over again. I grind my hips a little, trying to get the friction I need and then he’s holding me tight, gripping my rear, plunging his tongue inside me repeatedly as my body arches, desperate for the orgasm I’m chasing.

And then his naughty tongue flicks circles around and around my clit, with increasing pressure as he plunges a finger inside me. I lose it, coming apart and splintering in every direction.

He laps up my release with a pleasant hum like he’s proud of the work he’s done.

As he should be. Fucking hell.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when he moves, leaning over and kissing me hard, his finger still inside me. I haven’t had time to recover, and he’s already working me up all over again.

He alternates stroking the perfect spot inside me with swirling my arousal over my clit. My clit that’s already swollen and pulsing from that first amazing orgasm.

His pace is lazy and slow and I can’t contain my little moans as his finger owns my body. I begin to fidget and he chuckles as switches from one finger to two, filling me up even more.

“I love watching you come. I don’t think I’d ever get sick of it.”

I meet his gaze, and it burns through me. He stares like he’s trying to convey a lifetime of thoughts. I keep my eyes on his as he continues to finger me.

“That’s it, baby. Enjoy it. Take what you need from me.”

It’s even hotter listening to him talk when he’s got his fingers inside me while looking straight at me. I can’t get lost. I can only focus on him and what he’s doing to me. It’s like he owns me. He plants kisses all over my jaw and the break in eye contact allows me to close my eyes and lean into everything I’m feeling.

He angles his hand so his fingers are still deep inside me, stroking that sweet spot while his thumb brushes my clit. And I burst like a dam, squirting fluid all over his hand.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” I pant, the panic from what just happened bringing me back to Earth with a crash.

“Why are you sorry? It’s hot as fuck, Mel. I just made you squirt.” He eases his fingers from me, holding them up between us.

Moisture droplets coat them and he seems to savour every drop as he licks them clean. My face is aflame. I can’t look him in the eye.

He brings his lips to my ear. “Don’t be embarrassed. I love how you fall apart for me.” My shame subsides.

“I’m gonna fuck you now. You’re going to give me at least one more.”

I groan at his words. “I don’t think I can.”

“Of course you can. Do you know what? I’m gonna have you fuck me…” He manhandles me yet again. The strength he has is astounding. He just lifts me and positions me so I’m straddling him, with no hint of it being difficult.

My legs are bent at either side of his hips and my pussy is pressed against his solid erection. It pulses underneath me, silently telling me how ready he was for me.

My hands rest on his pecs, helping to prop me up. It’s not a position I’m particularly used to, but a thrill rolls through me as I realise I’m in charge again. He’s totally at my mercy.

I rise just a little, allowing him to roll on the condom he’s grabbed from the side.

Once he’s all wrapped up, he uses his hand to push his cock upwards, notching his tip at my entrance. He lets out a low groan as I slide down, trying to do it as slowly as possible.

His heat and hardness slide inside me, inch by inch, and we both pant as I fully seat myself. I still, savouring being so full.

His hips roll and I let out a noise I’ve never heard leave my lips before; I sound like an animal. It’s just so fucking delicious. My pussy is slick from my previous orgasms, and he slides in and out easily, yet there’s a pressure that means I’m aware of every inch of him.

“I want you to ride me,” he growls with an intense look on his face.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ve done wonderfully up until now. I want you to try moving. Find a pace that feels really good.” I nod in agreement, rocking my hips. “Fuck, yes, exactly like that.”

His hands grip my hips harder and there’s a sense of power that comes with driving this man out of his mind with pleasure. I resolve to ride him until he comes so I can claim my reward. I find a pace that has him groaning and grunting and, unbelievable as it is, his cock grows even harder inside me.

I let out my own moan when I see his pupils are blown out completely. He watches my face but every now and again, gets distracted by my breasts, which bounce as I ride him. He caresses them, plucking at my nipples as my robe hangs at my back, dancing against my skin as I move. My head falls back and my pulse kicks up another notch as I speed up.

“That’s it, Mel, ride my cock.”

Fuck, his filthy mouth, combined with his fingers tweaking my nipple and his hard, heavy dick stuffing me full, is too much. My orgasm starts as a flutter and I couldn’t stop myself from chasing it if I tried. I grip him hard and move my hips in circles, desperate to wring every last moment of pleasure from this experience that I can. Another flood of moisture drowns his cock as I shatter above him.

He thrusts upwards, chasing his release and I manage to stay upright, leaning on his chest as he lets go and fucks me hard as he gives in to his orgasm.

I collapse on top of him, desperate to catch my breath. I don’t think I’ve taken a full lungful of air since he licked me to orgasm. His chest heaves under mine. His arms clasp at my back, holding me in place. I resist the urge to snuggle into his chest. It’s just so safe and warm.

I don’t want to leave this spot. I don’t want to get up and walk away from this. I’m lighter than I have been for years. Yes, I’m sure the many orgasms contribute to that. But it’s also him. Alex is just easy to be with. He has put my pleasure first, and he makes me feel desired. I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun during sex. And I certainly haven’t squirted before. Just remembering that moment and the big, sticky mess I made has the blush creeping up my cheeks.

But I can’t stay here. I can’t nestle in and allow myself to be comfortable and at ease. This probably shouldn’t have happened at all, but it has, and I refuse to regret any part of it. Alex has awakened something in me that I didn’t know was lying dormant. And I know I’ll be eternally grateful to him for that.

But we can’t repeat this. It isn’t right. I need to make my position here clear. I’ve had a jolly fucking time, but it ain’t happening again.