Just a Number (Thirst Trap #2)

34. Alex

Chapter thirty-four

Alex

I wait with bated breath. I’ve spilt my guts. She knows I want her, that I can’t get her out of my mind. Now it’s up to her. Is she going to refuse me? Send me packing? Fuck knows what I’ll do then. But I couldn’t wait a day longer. My initial contract finished at midday today and I could do nothing but get on my bike and drive to her. To see if she still felt the same. If she still wanted me.

She wants me.

And we both know it. But will she give in to that desire or not?

I can kid myself that one night with her will sate my need. Will it fuck. But I can only hope that if I sweeten her up with some orgasms, she’ll be more receptive to me spilling my true feelings. Of course I love her. It was never in doubt. But she doubted it. I no longer see the point in waiting a year to come back to her. The fact that she’s been on my mind every fucking day since I left. That I had to delete her number from my contacts, so I didn’t call her late at night.

“I need you. Right here.” Her words are a whisper and my heart thumps heavy in my chest as soon as she speaks them. I step close, relishing the contact as our lips meet. There’s no resistance. She’s over the shock of me turning up uninvited. And she’s in this. Thank fuck for that.

Our tongues tangle as my chest heaves, trying to draw in breath. But there’s no room for oxygen. I just want to be surrounded by her. Her hands come up to touch my chest, and I desperately need us to be naked. It’s hard, but I ease back from the kiss, opening my eyes to gaze into hers.

“Here? You’re sure?” I ask. She nods, her eyes wide open, like she’s trying to drink in the sight of me. I tug her hand and she stands up from the bar stool.

I draw her into my arms. She feels just right with her head sitting below my chin and I breathe in the honeyed scent of her shampoo. It’s like home . Her arms wrap around me and I enjoy the squeeze she gives me. Yes, my cock is so hard it’s straining against the zip of my leathers, but I also want to take a moment to savour this; having her back in my arms after six long months.

I kiss the top of her head, enjoying the sweet little moan she makes at the contact. Her hands come between us, sliding under the hem of my t-shirt. Her fingers tease over the ridges of my abdomen.

I get the shock of my life when she pushes me at the same time as she takes a step back.

“Clothes off, now. I don’t know how to get you out of those leathers, but I need you naked.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I respond as I grip the back of my t-shirt and rip it over my head. I lose concentration getting my leathers undone and down my legs when she pulls her top off and is left standing in a nude lacy bra. The cups mould over her breasts and I sneak a peek of her hardened nipples.

I need to get my hands back on her.

I need to be inside her.

I manage to tear my gaze away from her nipples and notice the tattoo on her bicep, spotting my sister's work a mile off. I’d seen the design on Laura’s socials when she’d shared it. And when she cryptically commented that I knew who it belonged to, I’d hoped it was Mel who’d given herself the gift of the message on the tattoo.

“Nice ink,” I tell her with a smirk.

“Did Laura tell you?” she asks, her head tilted to the side.

“I guessed. It suits you.” Her blush is bewitching.

I pause, eyes locked on her as she reaches behind to unzip her skirt and wiggles as she pushes it down.

Fuck. Me.

My cock strains in my boxers, making me want to reach down and grip it hard. She’s standing before me in her kitchen, wearing her underwear. And her high heels. Which I hadn’t even realised she still had on until now. She looks delectable.

How did I get so lucky?

Lucky to have met her in the first place.

Lucky that she had anything to do with me.

And now, lucky that she’s agreed to this night together.

I’m not a religious man and I refuse to take my gaze off her to look skywards. But thank you, god .

“You’re a goddess,” I tell her, cupping her chin again. She nuzzles into my hand with affection and my heart throbs as hard as my cock.

“I need you, Alex. I can’t wait.” Her voice shakes with need.

I hastily shove down my boxers before kicking them to the side.

Her eyes widen with shock as she stares at me. “What is that?” Awe is evident in her tone.

“This?” I ask, flicking the barbell piercing at the head of my cock. “I’m not the only one with some bodily additions. It’s a piercing, baby. Do you like it?”

“When did you…” She takes a step closer, her hand reaching out.

“While I was in Glasgow. Not long after I arrived.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Of course, it’s for you, Melody.” Her mouth rounds in an O as her hand tentatively wraps around my shaft and she touches the barbell with her thumb.

“Oh, my.” Her whisper stokes the fire already burning in my belly.

Precum drips from the tip of my cock as she explores me. I might have to try counting backwards from a million to stave off the release that already wants to appear. No. Fucking. Way. I am not coming until she has. I draw in a deep breath. I need to be inside her. Thank fuck, I had the foresight to bring protection with me. I reach for my jacket to grab a condom from the pocket.

“Turn round, Melody. Hands on the counter.” Satisfaction settles over me when she turns and puts her hands on the worktop, her back facing me.

I stride back towards her, running my palm over her backside in adoration. She hums. I tear open the condom packet and make short work of sliding it down my length. Finally. I draw in a deep breath, running a palm up and down her spine while I line myself up with her wet cunt.

“How do you want this?” I have the foresight to ask before I plunge inside her.

“However you want to give it to me. But now,” she urges.

I push forward slowly, burying my cock in her sweet, honeyed cunt. My eyes close and my head falling back at the warm, tight sensation of being inside her.

Heaven. Exactly as I remembered.

“Oh fuck, Alex. I can feel it. Your piercing.” She moans, loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

I blow out a breath. I can’t look. If I do, I know I’ll embarrass myself and blow my damn load. I can do nothing to hold in the low growl that escapes my lips at how fucking incredible it feels to be inside her after so long.

This is where I am supposed to be; buried inside this woman, pouring my soul into hers. Loving her. I just have to convince her to keep me this time.

Once I’m buried to the hilt, I pause only a moment before pulling back out. We both groan as I thrust back in, hard and fast.

“Fuck, yes,” she gasps from her position bent over the countertop.

I grip her hips as I work mine to grind in and out of her. I lose all sense of space and time. There’s only Mel and I, revelling in this moment together, reunited after too long. One of her hands reaches back, grasping for something. I put my hand in hers and she grips me tight. Please don’t ever let go. I’m dying to say it out loud, but not now. I need to bide my time; get over this initial rush of desire. She shifts her hips, meeting each one of my thrusts, driving me out of my damn mind.

“I need you to come, Mel. I’m not coming until you do.” Her low moan makes my balls throb.

I grip her hips and set a punishing pace until we are both covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Alex, oh, Alex. Oh fuck,” she gasps as she convulses around me. It’s like being caught in a vice. One I don’t ever want to leave. Her slickness grows with the orgasm and drives me further into my own pleasure. I plunge in and out of her until I can’t do anything but give in to the release. As my cum paints the inside of the condom, I desperately wish I was naked inside her, filling her up with my seed.

“Fuck,” she says with a throaty laugh. “I really fucking needed that.” Her voice is gravelly, so unlike her usual sweet tone as she looks over her shoulder at me, and I can’t hold back my grin.

It takes us both a good while to come down from that experience. We’ve moved through to the lounge and I’m lying on the couch with Mel sprawled half on top of me. Her hand draws soft circles all over my chest and abs as contentment washes over me. If this is the only thing I had, I’d be more than happy.

“Thank you,” I say softly.

She blows her hair out of her face as she tilts her head to look at me with a smile. “What for?”

“For letting me try to convince you. For not sending me away. For the best damn sex I’ve ever had.”

She narrows her eyes. “I’m not sure you did convince me, but I’m willing to let you try again,” she says with a serious expression painted on her face. “I definitely need to get better acquainted with your piercing.”

I reach down and smack her arse hard, which brings out the laugh she’s clearly been holding back. My contentment swells again. She’s happy; I’m happy.

“Mel…” Is now the right time? Hopefully it’s as good as any. “Please, can we make a go of this?” I ask her.. “Take my age out of the equation. It’s just a number, baby. If age didn’t come into it, do I make you happy?”

Her eyes close and I wait, staring at her face, hope burning in my gut.