The brown liquor trails down her lips, finding its way to her full tits. My other hand tightens in her hair. She tries to breathe through the burn.
“Again.”
Her eyes widen, glistening with tears at the sting of the whiskey, though this time she swallows fast.
“Good girl.”
When I set it down, she exhales, and I can almost taste the bourbon from her mouth.
“Now, go to my nightstand.”
She blinks and swallows. I see a flicker of fear and close my eyes and count in my head because I have to get a handle on myself. I’m ready to blow my load already.
“’Kay.” Her voice sounds raspy.
I open my eyes to watch her rise gracefully. While I pull off my shirt, she pulls out my nightstand drawer and stares down, then looks back at me.
“Bring me the lube,” I demand, unbuttoning my jeans.
“’Kay.” She nods, her eyes like giant emeralds.
She licks her lips. I smile and kick off my jeans, cupping my hard balls, my cock already leaking.
“Brett…” She clears her throat.
“Yeah, baby? Scared?” Her eyes dash to mine, then back to the drawer. As I approach, her eyes trail down to my throbbing erection. “I asked if you trusted me. This won’t work if you don’t.” I reach for her chin.
“I trust you.” She swallows.
“How about I take over?” There’s a finality to my voice. She licks her lips and nods. I grab the lube and squeeze a ton on my cock.
“Give me your hand.”
She looks up at me, brows knit in confusion.
“Now jack me off,” I murmur, and she reaches for my dick.
“Oh God,” she groans as her hand glides up and down on my gelled-up cock.
“Faster,” I grunt, gripping her hand in my fist, so I can show her how hard I like it. “Fuck, just like that.” My nostrils flare. “Look at you jerking me off.” Peering down, I watch her hand going up and down on my cock, the thick red mushroom tip looking angry.
“Brett…” she moans as I grab her hand to stop. Otherwise I really am gonna come.
“What did you call me?”
Her eyes shoot up at me.
“Spread your legs,” I say, slapping her pussy.
Gasping, she digs her nails into my shoulder and abdomen. I’m beyond trying to be gentle. Alex can take it.
“Get on the bed.” I turn her, and instantly, she climbs on all fours. My hand caresses her ass cheeks as I push her cheek down onto the bed.
“That’s my girl. Stay just like that.” I grab the lube and squeeze more on my cock and on my finger. Slowly I rub back and forth on her tiny hole. She groans loudly.
“Such a nasty girl wanting me to fuck your ass.” I ease my middle finger into her tight, hot hole.
“Holy shit.” She moans out as her nails scrape and claw on my comforter while I move my finger slowly in and out of her ass.
“Yeah, that’s it, Baby Girl, just relax.”
“I… Oh my God.” She pants as I keep going in and out, adding another finger, trying to get her prepped.
“I think… can I come?” Her tiny hole is already pulsing and contracting. Smiling, I let her chant and scream yes over and over. I pull out my fingers and grab my cock, lining it up at her pulsing hole. Pushing forward slowly, I watch my tip stretch it open and close my eyes because this pleasure can’t be described.
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking tight.” As I slowly go in a little more, her body instantly tenses.
“Breathe, Alex. You’re doing so well.” My voice sounds harsh to my own ears. I’m ready to fucking come, but it feels too good to end. She takes a breath and my hands tighten on her hips as I look down and groan. My cock is not even halfway in, but fuck, it looks hot.
“Dean…Brett…fuck, oh fuck,” she chants over and over. I watch as I pull out and slide back in, inch by inch.
“Baby. Do you have any idea how fucking good you feel? Rub your clit, Alex.” Sweat drips down my back. Frantically, she reaches for her clit and almost sobs as I go farther in, still chanting.
I close my eyes, and my stomach muscles tighten. “Rub that clit hard and come,” I grunt.
“Yes.” She pants. Her ass starts to pulse and clench so tight I see black dots. I stop moving because this is ecstasy as her body does the rest.
“Oh God, Brett, I’m coming… Dean, Brett.” She pants, her tiny hot hole just latches on my cock, continuing to contract.
“Yeah, Fuck, baby…” Letting go, I find my own nirvana, maybe even see God as my cock spits out my seed in hard, pulsing waves inside her ass.
“Christ, Alex.” I blink, trying to bring the world back into focus before I slowly pull out of her. Truth be told, I barely made it halfway in.
“You did good, baby,” I praise her as she lies panting and spent on my bed, my seed spilling out of her as she still pulses.
“That was…unbelievable” She sounds stunned.
Reaching for her, I lift her into my arms and walk us into my bathroom.
“It was, right?” Snuggling her nose in my neck, she mumbles, “I know I’m not as experienced, but—”
“You, Alexandrea, are without a doubt the best fuck I’ve ever had.” I grin, letting her body slide down mine, and turn on the shower.
She laughs. “You’re so romantic, such a smooth talker.” She sighs dramatically, then laughs as I look down at her, waiting for the water to heat, trying to ignore the way my heart aches and almost burns as I fight the need to rub it.
“I can’t lie. You have the tightest cunt and ass I’ve ever had.”
Her eyes widen. Pulling her into the shower, I silence any of her outrage with my mouth.
I need to take her to her car.
I should be sated. My obsession and needs appeased.
Instead, I deepen the kiss, all thoughts of anything but her swirl down the drain.
ALEXANDREA
“Wake up, Baby Girl.”
I groan and bury my head in the pillow, my hand reaching out for him.
“Alex, we need to go.” His voice prompts me to sit up.
Blinking, I try to focus. The room is dark, and my body feels like I’ve walked a hundred miles.
“Why? What time is it?” Closing my eyes, I try to ignore his demand. I was so comfortable only moments ago…
“Babe.” My eyes pop open as he sits next to me, and my brain slowly starts working again.
“It’s four thirty in the morning, but we need to get your car out of the parking lot.” His hand pushes my hair off my shoulders.
He stands. “You’re lucky I’m not making you go running with me first.” With a laugh, he tosses the covers off me, and I groan.
“Oh my God,” I say. In my attempt to stand, I reach for his arm like I’m ninety. “I’m never surfing again.”
I push off his arm, wanting to crawl to his bathroom. Instead, I straighten, holding up my hand. “Give me five minutes.” Slamming the bathroom door, I moan again and turn on the light.
“I’ll get you some Advil,” he calls out.
I turn the faucet and splash water on my face, blinking at how tan my face got in just one day. I grab my toothbrush, which sits next to his in the holder, and my heart aches. I don’t want to leave. See, I’m getting attached, and I only spent the weekend with him.