Just a Number (Thirst Trap #2)

20. Mel

Chapter twenty

Mel

I wake up around dawn, Alex snoring gently at my side. There’s a lightness in my heart and I can’t hold back my smile.

I ease myself closer to him and lay my hand on top of his where it rests on his chest. He breathes out a sigh, but there’s no other reaction. I stay still watching him for goodness knows how long.

The sheet covering him moves and my eyes widen as I realise his cock is hardening as he sleeps. I wonder if he’s having a good dream and what that might be. I control myself for all of three minutes before I lift the sheet and take a peek underneath.

His cock stands proudly to attention, pointing straight towards me. My tongue peeks out to wet my lips, as I remember how good it was to wrap my lips around it. I want to ease down below the covers, wrap my mouth around him, and wake him up in the most delicious way possible, but it’s a boundary we haven’t spoken about yet. So instead, I run my hand over his chest, smoothing across his ribs and abs, before trailing my fingers into the line of hair arrowing from his belly button towards his cock.

He makes a wonderful growly moan right in my ear and reaches down to cover mine. He pushes me to his cock, using his fingers to shape mine until they are gripping him. I squeeze and get another rough moan. His hand remains, and when I hold still, his fingers tighten around mine.

“Hmmmmm.” He moves his head to kiss my cheek gently. His eyes are still closed and I wonder if it’s possible that he could still be asleep. Thinking he’s dreaming this rather than knowing it’s happening right now.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he rasps, telling me he’s awake.

I draw my hand up and down his length, just as I’d watched him do last night. There’s a sense of power, taking him in hand. His cock hardens even more under my touch.

I move down the bed, pulling the sheet over my head until I’m cocooned. I let my breath fan out over his hard length. His cock twitches. I flex my fingers, where I’m gripping him near the base. Another twitch. I place my flattened tongue against his shaft, licking upwards slowly to the tip, where I draw him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he growls from somewhere above my hiding spot under the sheets.

I let him slip from my mouth, noticing how his hips buck as if he's chasing my touch. “You like that?”

“Oh, yes,” he mutters, his voice low.

I draw his head into my mouth and suck hard, my hand pumping him slowly, as spit rolls down his shaft. His hands tangle in my hair at the back of my head and I give my own approving groan, so he knows I like it.

I love being in charge, but I also love it when he holds me in place, keeping me where he wants me. His hips thrust, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag.

This is not something I’ve done before. I’ve sucked cock, but never like this. I am desperate to learn what Alex enjoys, to bring him as much pleasure as he’s been bringing me.

I move in sync with his hip thrusts and work to relax my mouth and throat to take him as deep as I can. I am rewarded with his husky moans.

“Fuck, I want to come.” He tugs at my hair, similar to how he did last night. “Come up.”

I rise, emerging out from the sheets, with a pout on my lips. He’s watching me closely.

“I wanted to make you come,” I tell him.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice has a desperate tone that floods my pussy with arousal. “Get a condom.”

I grab one from where he’d thrown the box last night and go to hand it to him.

“I want you to put it on me.”

My eyes fly to him in surprise. “I haven’t… I don’t know what I’m doing.” A blush rises in my cheeks at the confession. This twenty-five-year-old must be realising I have no fucking game whatsoever.

“I’ll show you.” He beckons me with a finger. “Between my thighs, as you were. Rip it open.” I do as he asks. “That’s it, place it on the tip. Squeeze the end and roll it down.”

I’m concentrating so hard my tongue peeks out between my lips as my fingers roll the condom down the long length of his shaft.

“That’s it. Now get on your hands and knees.”

“What?”

“Just like you were last night, but facing the headboard this time.” As he says it, he moves over to the side, giving me space to get in position.

I feel awkward, but he hums his approval. “Yep, just like that.” His fingers stroke my pussy.

“You’re so wet already. You like sucking my cock, huh?”

“I do.” I say it like a vow.

He eases a finger in and I let out a keening cry as his rough finger strokes me inside. Another finger strokes my clit, which is beating a heavy pulse.

“You’re ready for me already.” There’s a sound of wonder in his tone.

“Please, Alex.” I can’t hold back the begging. I need him inside me. He adds a second finger and uses them to spread me, my head dropping toward the bed as need pulses through me.

He takes pity on me, removing his fingers. I look back and watch as he sucks them into his mouth to taste my arousal.

“Delicious.”

I bite my lip, craning my neck to see what he does next.

“Face forward.”

I decide that the quickest way to get him inside me is to follow his directions, so I do as he says. He lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and eases the tip in. I whimper, ready to be full of him, to be connected. Then he grabs my hips and thrusts forward, at the same time as pulling me backwards. His satisfied groan brings a new flood of wetness.

Impaled by his cock, he’s so deep inside me that it’s hard to think. I’m so full. Of him. Instead of pulling out to thrust again, he grinds his hips, pushing in even further. A gasp escapes me as I am completely owned by this man.

“Please, Alex, please fuck me.”

He says nothing, but he slowly withdraws, all the way to the very tip. And then another plunge while he pulls my hips. It sends a pulse of pleasure that makes my toes curl and I grip hard at the sheets to stay in place.

He sets a punishing rhythm. The slapping sounds of our bodies coming together with each thrust are filthy. The absolute definition of being railed. I can’t do much to participate other than hold steady and let him move my hips and my body as he sees fit as I savour the girth of his cock as he thrusts in and out of me.

“I want you to touch yourself, Mel. I want you to get your finger on that swollen little clit of yours and massage it until you come all over my dick.”

I lift my hand, taking a moment to find my balance, before I reach down between my legs, brushing my forefinger and middle finger against my clit. In this position, it’s swollen and sensitive and I press my two fingers either side of it, squeezing gently for pressure. Oh, my gosh. I swear, stars appear before my eyes. Fuck, that’s good.

“That’s it, baby, work yourself to an orgasm.” Between the rasp of his voice and my fingers rubbing that oh-so-sensitive spot, I tremble all over. I gasp as the sensation overtakes me, every part of my body on fire as pleasure spreads all over me. I call out his name with a scream. Alex increases his pace, pumping several times until he lets loose a roar as his cock pulses deep within me.

We stay where we are, panting. His cock still buried inside me, right to the hilt, causing aftershocks of pleasure. He runs his fingertips down my spine, causing an involuntary shiver to overtake my body.

Jesus. This man. The things he does to me. I can’t help but wonder how long before he does them again.

“What about Zack?” Alex asks.

I check the time on my phone and see it’s still early. “I’m not expecting him anytime soon.”

I’ve asked if Alex wants breakfast. We are both dressed, me in a smart casual outfit ready for some work calls later and Alex in the clothes he was wearing last night.

“Okay, sounds good.” His thumbs latch into the belt loops of his jeans and he rises up onto his toes while he watches me fasten the last couple of buttons of my blouse.

“Come on then.” I corral him out of my bedroom, and he follows me down the stairs.

I make eggs on toast for us both while he prepares the coffee and we sit, side by side, at the breakfast bar. I watch with amusement as he shovels the food down, clearly ravenous.

“Built up an appetite?” I joke.

“Need to keep my strength up,” he says with a cheeky wink.

“Oh yeah, what for?”

“Ready for when my super sexy, secret lover is ready to come all over my cock again. Or my tongue. Or my fingers.”

I chuckle at his forwardness.

“Do you have any time this week to come to the studio for your pottery lesson? And we can grab lunch together,” he asks with a hopeful lilt in his voice.

“I’d love that, but work is going to be manic for the next couple of weeks.”

“Oh, okay, maybe when it’s quietened down then?” It’s impossible to miss the sound of disappointment in his voice.

I feel the need to explain my brush off. “I’m trying really hard to prove myself at work. There’s the possibility of a promotion coming up and I’m hopeful I’ll be in the running.”

“What’s the promotion?” he asks. His full attention is on me, his body facing me, making me feel like I’m the most important thing to him.

“I’m currently an Events Co-ordinator—I run a portfolio of events. But there’s talk of a new role of Events Manager who would oversee the co-ordinators and be responsible for bringing in new opportunities. It’s fairly different from what I do now. But I’m so ready for the challenge. I’ve been feeling a bit bored lately.”

“Have you always been in that line of work?” he asks.

“Mostly. I started out more on the admin side—that’s how I first met Cassidy years ago. I love organising events, but while Zack was young, I did part-time hours. It made it hard to climb the ladder.” I pause, drawing in breath. Alex watches me intently. He’s such a good listener. “I’ve been full-time for a few years now and worked up from helping with events to being in charge of my portfolio. But…” I trail off, worried I’m boring him.

“But what, Mel?” His hand reaches to brush against mine, clasped around my coffee cup.

“Since the divorce, I’ve been fed up. There was a change in upper management and it’s all become very boys’ club. My male colleague seems to get heaps of encouragement and opportunities and yet, his events aren’t making as much of a profit and he’s not exceeding his KPI’s.” I blink as the frustration bubbles in my gut. “I work so bloody hard, Alex. I put in extra hours and I try to make everything perfect. And I get so annoyed when it’s not recognised.” I blow out a disheartened sigh.

“It doesn’t surprise me that you’re a hard worker, Mel. It’s clear to me that you do everything you do to the best of your ability. It’s what I…” he trails off and glances to the side with a sheepish look on his face before turning back, “I really admire you for that.”

I wonder what he was going to say, but I’m not brave enough to ask. “Thank you. That means a lot. I’ve been thinking about maybe going out on my own. Not in competition with my current employers though. I’d love to combine my events skills and my love of books and work with authors and readers.”

His face is soft as I talk and his encouraging nod warms my heart.

“I bet you’d be amazing at that. Maybe I could convince you to branch into events for other creatives. Potters, for instance.” His eyes twinkle cheekily. “Actually, on the subject of books, I have a confession to make.”

“What is it?” I ask in puzzlement.

“That first night I stayed over on the couch, I started reading one of your romance books.” My mouth falls open. “And then I decided to borrow it the next time I was visiting. I’ve been sneaking books in and out.”

“What?” I giggle with mirth. “You like romance novels?”

“Yeah, I do. I wanted to see what you liked. I’m learning a lot. You’ll have to show me your favourites. Maybe we can try some of the stuff out.” He waggles his brows mischievously. “If you don’t mind me borrowing them, that is.”

“Of course not, go crazy. Maybe we can do a buddy read.” I lean in to rest my head on his shoulder. His confession adding to my ever increasing happiness. I could get used to this: spending time with him, talking, sharing our hopes and goals.

And then, from the hallway, there’s the sound of the door opening. Fuck.

My shock must show as Alex tilts his chair away from me, making some space between us.

“Mel, it’s fine. Just chill. Just say you offered me breakfast when I came to see if I could do my laundry today,” he whispers, and I give him a grateful nod, just before Zack appears in the doorway.

“Hey,” he says, frowning at Alex. “Bit early for you, isn’t it?”

“I had laundry to do. Your mum offered to feed me.”

“Ah, okay, any going spare, Mum?”

“Give me a minute to finish these and I’ll make you some.”

“Thanks.” He gives me a smile.

Alex asks Zack about his night and they chat while I’m preparing Zack’s food. As I place the full plate in front of him, Alex rises from his seat.

“Thanks for breakfast, Mel. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t forget your laundry,” Zack tells him, and there’s a tone to his words that I can’t quite decipher. It could be suspicion. Fuck, does he know?

“I’m bringing it over later. I just came over to check it was okay before your mum started work.”

Zack gives him a nod and gets stuck into his food.

Alex approaches the back door and we both realise the same thing at once. The door isn’t yet unlocked. The key is still in the pot on the windowsill where I keep it at night. Alex looks at Zack, who is still busy with his food. Our gazes meet briefly and I give a smile, which could be mistaken for a grimace. He reaches into the pot and carefully lifts them out, trying not to let them rattle in his grasp. I hold my breath. And perhaps it’s that, or the sudden tension in the room, that has Zack lifting his head. There’s nothing I can do to warn Alex as he puts the key in the lock, but Zack watches him closely, with an expression on his face I can’t read.