Just a Number (Thirst Trap #2)

19. Alex

Chapter nineteen

Alex

I run my lips across her neck and enjoy the whimper she gives.

She’s been on my mind all day long, and then, after parking the bike, I felt a prickly sensation at the back of my neck telling me I was being watched. Even as I’d turned, I hadn’t expected it to be her. It’s like a miracle that she agreed I could let myself in and come up.

The light from her lamp is low, but I’m close enough that I can see the dewy glow on her skin, smell her arousal, and when I realised she had been using that toy to play and make herself come, my cock hardened faster than it ever has before. It’s uncomfortably rigid, desperate to be near this woman.

Her hands are on the fly of my jeans and with each button that she loosens, I want to hiss out a breath. It’s like she’s moving painfully slowly, but perhaps that’s just because I’m so fucking eager. Eager to be naked, have her hands on my body, and on one body part in particular.

I let out a breath as the last button is undone. It takes willpower not to take over and shuck my jeans and boxers off. Her fingers tentatively explore, swirling over my lower stomach. Her hands ease into the sides of my boxer shorts to caress my hips before she pushes my underwear and my jeans down my legs. My cock bobs, desperate for her attention. I brace a hand on the window frame behind her to lift a leg as she pulls my clothing off.

I’m naked and she’s now crouched in front of me, looking up, watching me from under her lashes. My other hand reaches to cup her face. She leans into my touch, sighing at the contact.

There’s a low, steady pulse thumping in my shaft as her hands run up the front of my thighs. Her lips part and then she leans forward and kisses the tip.

“Fuck, Mel,” I growl. Without warning, she draws the head of my cock in and sucks like her life depends on it.

My eyes squeeze shut and I have to stop myself from bucking my hips at the exquisiteness of having her mouth wrapped around me. I keep one hand on her face, stroking my thumb on her cheek as I tangle the other one in her hair. She closes her eyes and lets out a moan which reverberates down my shaft, straight to my balls. I massage her head as she works my cock. I want to close my eyes and just enjoy every sensation, but I can’t look away. I want to memorise every part of this so I can replay it in my mind later.

“Your mouth feels so good on my cock.”

She eases back, her eyes flashing with naughtiness. “I just needed a taste, but I don’t want you to come in my mouth. I’ve got other plans for this cock tonight. ” Fuck. Where has this confidence come from? The look in her eyes suggests she knows exactly what she wants and is about to take it from me and I’m here for it.

“You’re a goddess.”

“I could get used to being called that, I think,” she says with a sultry smile on her lips. I hold out my hand to her and she uses it to help herself up.

She places a hand on my chest as we face each other, that same sexy smile still playing on her face. “What made you so hard?” Her voice is husky and there’s an edge of arousal there. I glance over at the bed.

“I was thinking about you making yourself come with that toy.”

Her eyes light up with excitement. “Do you want to see how I did it?” Her tone is playful and her eyes promise I’m going to enjoy what comes next.

My mouth drops open and my cock throbs with need as I nod with eagerness.

“I want to watch you stroking yourself while I show you.” My head bobs again at her instruction. Let’s fucking go. “But you mustn’t come. I want you inside me when you do.” She breathes in a gulp of air and turns back to sit on the bed, grabbing the toy. “I…” She pauses and I tilt my head to the side, waiting for her to continue. “I squirted before when I used it.” She looks up at me. “I hadn’t ever done that before you. I wonder if you changed my settings somehow.” She looks deep in thought as a blush pinkens her cheeks.

My brow raises. “I’d love to see if you can do it again.”

She leans back against the pillows. Her teeth bite her bottom lip as she presses the button on the toy and it buzzes to life. “It’s a clit stimulator. It doesn’t go inside me. Just works my clit.”

I take my engorged cock in hand and squeeze hard to stave off my orgasm so I can focus on her. She watches the movement, hunger in her eyes, and then presses the toy downwards until it makes contact.

A quiet gasp escapes her. She blinks a few times but, like me, seems reluctant to close her eyes for fear of missing the show. I keep tugging on my cock, being quite rough with how I handle it. She presses a button on the toy and the vibrations increase. She moans softly. I give a grunt of satisfaction, my eyes drawn to her pussy and what she’s doing.

She presses the button a few more times, the steady hum of vibration increasing each time. My hand on my cock is fine, but I’m much more interested in watching her. I alternate between watching her face as she works herself up into an orgasm and watching her hand holding that toy between her legs. She’s so wet, her cunt on display for me, making me lick my lips with need.

“I want your mouth on me,” she commands as her eyes track the movement of my tongue. “Get on your knees and worship me.” Any blood remaining north of my groin rushes to my erection.

“I’m desperate to taste you,” I groan as I kneel between her legs. Grasping the backs of her thighs, I have to tilt my head to try to get to her pussy around the toy, making me growl in frustration.

“This isn’t working. I need more,” she rasps.

I stay crouched on the floor as she flips over and rises onto her knees with her feet hanging off the edge of the bed.

I stroke a hand over her rump, enjoying her whimper. “What a perfect view. Can I get back to worshipping you now?”

“Such a good boy, asking for my permission. Yes, Alex, you can.” Jeezus, the good boy works for me. I want to give her everything she needs.

I groan as she puts the toy back on her clit. It’s much easier to access her dripping wet cunt now. I press my whole mouth to her pussy, the vibrations of her toy pulsing through my lips. I lathe her with my tongue, trying to capture every drop of her juice. Her hips roll like she’s searching for more, so I point my tongue to plunge it inside her.

“Fuck, Alex,” she shouts, and I’m glad we have the house to ourselves because there’s no way in hell I’d want her to hold that pleasure in.

I keep fucking her with my tongue, noticing the tremble in her legs.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I moan into her, encouraging her. She bursts wide open and wetness floods my face. I can vaguely hear her gasping as I lap up her release.

I ease back on my heels as satisfaction lodges deep in my bones. My cock, throbbing, and forgotten, wants to protest, but I forgot all about it in my eagerness to bring Mel pleasure. She throws the toy to the side and collapses down on her belly.

I climb next to her and run a hand gently up from the top of her thighs, over her rear, and along her spine. She shivers before she lifts her head to face me with a satisfied smile.

“That was incredible. I could watch you do that all day,” I rasp.

“I think you were participating more than watching.” Her voice is almost gravelly.

“Can I fuck you now?”

“No, I’ve got other plans for you.” My brows lift in surprise.

“Whatever you want, Melody. I’m here for your pleasure.”

She pushes me down with my head on the pillows, running her soft hands over my chest as her leg swings over me, straddling my waist.

I admire the flush on her skin from the previous orgasms, her peaked nipples and her chest moving up and down in a steady breath. And her pussy, looking deliciously damp and plump, grinding against my cock.

“Fuck,” I declare as I realise I’ve forgotten something.

She frowns, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay, I do,” she says quietly. “They’re in the top drawer.” She gestures to her bedside cabinet.

I reach across and open the drawer, seeing an unopened box of condoms sitting there. I pull them out and rip at the cellophane.

“I do love a prepared woman. Were you a Girl Scout?”

She gives a husky laugh. “Hurry,” she urges.

I grab the strip of condoms and tear one off, throwing the rest to the side. Within a moment, I have it out of the packet and rolled down my aching cock.

“Good boy. Are you ready to fill me up?”

“Very.” So fucking ready. My hands instinctively reach up to caress her breasts while she moves into position to ride my dick.

“No. Hands off. No touching just yet.” Her authoritative tone makes her instantly hotter.

“Yes ma’am, whatever you say.” I drop my hands to my sides, trying to hold back the disappointment but also eager to see where this goes.

She doesn’t stop there, grabbing both my wrists to place them above my head on the pillows. It takes all my willpower not to suck on her nipples, so tantalisingly close to my face, but I’m very much enjoying Mel taking control and it turns out I also enjoy being her good boy.

I gasp as she wraps something around my wrists, looking up to see her using a dressing gown belt to tie my wrists together. Fuck, this woman is going to end me. What a way to go.

As Mel straightens, she runs her nails down my chest until her hips line up with mine. A groan escapes my lips as she grabs my cock, lining it up with her pussy. She rubs the tip against her entrance and I wish I could feel the wetness without the condom. Slowly, she eases the tip just inside and inch by inch, my cock disappears deeper inside her, her pussy stretching around it. When she’s fully seated, our pleasured groans harmonise together. We hold position, me deep within her for a moment, as I take a couple of deep breaths. “I could never tire of being buried deep inside you.”

Her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate. She begins to rock her hips back and forward, grinding in circles while impaled on me. Her pussy clenches as if it’s desperate for me. The tightness clamping around me makes my eyes want to roll back in my head. It feels so fucking good . And what an incredible view.

Her pussy is wet and hot and I’m having to hold myself back from thrusting up into her. She builds up her rhythm riding me, her hands on my chest with her head thrown back. She looks magnificent, bouncing on my cock, the wet slapping sounds as she slams down onto me drive me closer and closer to the edge. My fingers twitch, desperate to run up her legs, over her hips, and up her ribs to caress those beautiful breasts.

“Please, Mel, untie me so I can touch you,” I beg.

“Patience, boyo. I’m not done playing with you yet.” What else could she have in mind?

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course. Use me however you want.” I can’t hold back my eagerness.

Her face clouds with hesitation, so I nod to give her further encouragement. Her hand slides up my chest to rest around my neck. There’s pressure and a hint of the threat of not being able to breathe. I never imagined anything like this, or how good it would feel. I love how she’s asserting herself and turning me all the way on in the process.

She slips her other hand down between her legs, drawing a finger across her clit while she rides me slowly. As she lifts it back up, it’s drenched with arousal. My lips part as she pushes it into my mouth. I can’t contain my moan as the taste of her sweetness coats my tongue.

She keeps her finger in my mouth, with her other hand on my throat as she picks up the pace. Her cunt squeezes me and the pressure in my balls increases. I’m desperate to let go. Mel is panting now, a thin layer of sweat making her body glow as she chases another orgasm.

“Baby, I’m so close,” I beg.

“Come for me, Alex. Come with me.” Her control is slipping, and she moves both hands to my chest for balance as she becomes almost frenzied.

My balls are tight and my cock aching with the need to come. But I need her to get there again. Her body tenses and her nails dig into my chest as she comes once more. Relief floods me as my balls empty in a rush and ropes of cum fill the condom.

She collapses down to rest her forehead against mine with her eyes shut as I listen to our breathing. We are both panting, her body shuddering every now and again as we come down from the rush of our pleasure.

She reaches up and unties my wrists. I give them a flex to loosen them up. A tendril of hair is stuck to her cheek where we’ve worked ourselves into a sweat. I brush it back behind her ear, enjoying her hum of pleasure.

“I must be squashing you,” she whispers. Far from it. I’m doing my best to commit the view of her to my memory. Where did that dominance come from? She was fairly confident the first night we spent together, but nothing like this. Not that I’m complaining – I will happily help her live out every fantasy she wants to. “Sorry, was it too much?” Her confidence wanes with the dip of her head and sag in her shoulders. “I did a kink quiz earlier with the girls, and I wanted to try being in charge. I didn’t know if I’d have the confidence to do it, but I wanted to try.”

“You blew my mind. I’m here for any fantasy or kink you want to try out,” I tell her earnestly. “Maybe I should take this quiz?”

“I’d like to see your answers and I can share mine,” she tells me sweetly. It’s a disappointment when she raises her body off mine, our skin sticky with sweat from the fun we just had.

I climb off the bed and head into the ensuite where I dispose of the condom and wash my hands.

When I go back into the bedroom, she’s wiggled under the covers, but has pulled back the other side. She pats it as she watches my approach.

“Stay,” she says softly.

I don’t need asking twice.

“Okay?” I check, my hand rising to cup her cheek in that way I know she likes. She smiles softly.

“Perfect. Thank you.” She leans close and plants a kiss on my lips. I roll onto my back, drawing my arm around her shoulder and bringing her with me so her head is resting in the nook of my shoulder.

“Sweet dreams,” she says softly and I can’t help but lie there and grin. They’re going to be very sweet dreams after that experience.