And lucky me, I got what I’d told him I wanted earlier.
More.
With a bonus.
Because it was more of everything.
Chapter 14
The Friends
Rix
“Slip me out.”
Curled on the floor between his knees, her hair everywhere, Alex kept sucking him off.
“Al, slip me out.”
She kept at him.
Fuck.
He slid his hands out of her hair, grabbed her under her pits, pulled her up, and planted her astride his lap.
She held on to his shoulders, her two-toned eyes vague and so goddamn sexy, he beaded.
Which meant he didn’t fuck around as he shoved a hand between them and positioned.
“Take it all?” he grunted.
“Please,” she whispered.
His girl seriously liked his dick.
He caught her pussy with his cockhead, and grasping her hips, he pulled her down.
Her head dropped back.
His did too.
Christ, her sweet, tight, slick, goddamned gorgeous, fucking cunt.
He felt her mouth on his throat.
He dropped his chin and ordered, “Fall back.”
She raised her head. “Rix.”
“All the way back.”
Her teeth swiped her lip.
His eyes watched.
Fuck.
“Lap dance, baby,” he demanded.
She caught his gaze, then did as told, leaning all the way back, her fingers wrapping around his wrists to hold on, her abs and his hands doing the rest of the work.
And Rix worked her.
He used her hips to jack her on him, watching her tits bounce, her hair sway, his dick, glossy with her wet, sink in and out of her.
“Go after your clit.”
No hesitation, she went.
Oh yeah.
That was his girl.
“Rix,” she breathed.
Christ, his name like that scorched through his cock.
“Tit too,” he grunted.
Her other hand went to her tit.
She made a noise that made him jack her harder into his dick.
Alex’s head fell fully back, her body arched, and goddamn…
She was something.
“Baby, you’re gonna have to—” He didn’t finish with the word “come.”
Because she came.
He jacked her faster to give her more, and then kept doing it until he got his, then he pulled her up so she was sitting on his cock.
She rubbed her nose on his neck and then rested her cheek on his shoulder and sighed into his skin, all this with her arms around him, stroking his back with one hand just under his lat.
“C’m’ere,” he murmured.
No hesitation, she gave him her mouth.
He took it until she moved restless in his lap, and he felt her pussy get greedy again.
Since he needed some time before he could be ready for her, he pulled her off him and set her in his bed.
She started to curl up, but he ordered, “No. Spread.”
Her eyes locked on him, the tip of her tongue slid out, touching her bottom lip, she did as told, and he didn’t delay.
He reached for the damp cloth he now kept by the bed for this reason.
A tender, thorough clean then he tossed the cloth to the floor, twisted, positioned, and buried his face in her pussy.
His Alexandra’s pussy.
Fucking hell.
Dark and wet and rich, like pudding.
Spreading her open further with his hands on the hinge of her hips, he shoved in deeper.
She hooked his back with a calf and lifted the other knee, her fingers cupping his head.
He took his time.
He made her come.
Then he pulled himself up and over her and took his time making her come again, and this time, he came with her.
He was still balls deep when she whispered in his ear, “We probably should get ready for work.”
His Alexandra?
Just like him.
An early riser, ready to face the day with energy.
Rix lifted his head, cupped a hand under her jaw, ran his thumb along her lower lip and muttered, “You first, shower.”
She nodded.
He bent and kissed her, then he rolled off her.
She rolled with him and over him, and didn’t mess around finding his tee and yanking it over her head as she walked to the bathroom.
They were day five with together. Entering day three with fucking. Her place that first night, and then for various reasons, his place the next.
She had sweet curves, he did what he could to show he appreciated them, but she wasn’t there in comfort level yet.
So she hid them away.
They’d get there.
Just like they shot as fast as Alexandra could manage it to no condoms when, on Wednesday morning, about an hour and a half after they showed at work, she had walked into his office, right to his desk, where she leaned a hip against the side of it.
His mind was on possibly working late someday, and fucking her on it.
Her mind maybe wasn’t on the exact same thing, but it wasn’t far.
“We’re having lunch together today, a late one, fast food, because we have an appointment at two at the clinic,” she’d announced.
His brows went up in surprise.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t smile.
“I’ll drive,” he said.
“Gotcha,” she replied, gave him a wistful look he felt in his groin, mostly because it reminded him of the look she had on her face when he’d dragged her mouth off his cock the night before, and she walked out.
Nope.
The woman hadn’t even let a day slip by before they were giving up samples and paying for rushed results.
All that, all good, and since she was on the pill, it was all good.
Now it was Thursday. They had drinks with her friends that night on the schedule, staying at her place. Friday she was packing heavy and coming down to his because they were leaving early to get up to Flagstaff.
And they already had a drill.
This drill played out as she walked out of the bathroom, hair a mess on top of her head because it apparently wasn’t hair-washing day, body wrapped in a towel she had clutched at her chest in one hand. She shot him a small smile, minimal dimple, pawed through her bag with her free hand to grab what she needed and disappeared back in the bathroom.
Rix lazed in bed, her taste still on his tongue, so he was all good, until she was out, ready to face the day, and after a quick stop to give him a peck on the lips, she headed to the kitchen.
He went to the bathroom in his chair, swung himself onto the bench in the shower, did his thing, and met her dressed and ready on his feet when the coffee was made, and that day, he saw it was avocado toast for breakfast.
He liked her in his kitchen.
And that was not about coffee and avocado toast.
Through all this, Rix was one hundred present with Alex.
He did not allow himself to go there.
He did not allow himself to remember the look on Peri’s face the first time she saw his truncated, bandaged legs.
He did not allow himself to remember the way she’d turned away in bed the first time he’d pulled himself into his chair to wheel himself into the shower in order to use it sitting down.
Rix did not think about the fact that he’d fucked Peri in the shower more than once, standing on his own two feet.
But he did think that he’d fuck Alex in the shower, his ass to the bench with her bouncing on his dick.