“Now.”
She slaps her hands dramatically on the mattress as she grabs her laptop and flips it open. Her fingers starting to glide across the keypad as if she’s a pianist.
I stand and walk to the end of the bed as she ignores me, biting her bottom lip. Her fingers don’t stop as I lean forward and grab her ankles, causing her to scream as I pull her to the end of the bed.
“The deal is, my beauty…” I take a step back, my nostrils flaring as I pull my sweats down to bring my hard cock out and slowly start stroking myself. She puffs out a small amount of air, but stays focused on the screen, her fingers still moving. Not fast, but typing.
“What? What’s the deal?” she snaps. I watch her as my hand continues to work on my cock. Christ, I’m already leaking.
“What are you writing about?” I grunt as she tries to swallow, then rasps.
“Anthropology.”
“The deal is… you write, if you stop, I stop. And I swear to God, Alex, you don’t come until I say so.”
Her eyes dart up to mine as I let go of my dick and kneel, spreading her legs open.
“Brett…” My fingers dig into her knees as I pull her ass to the edge and she falls back.
“What did you call me?” My mouth right at her slick, wet pussy.
“Dean Powers, please…” She moans, trying to arch up into my mouth as I wait for her to type.
“Oh God.” She closes her eyes and starts to type, and I smile.
“Good girl.”
“Please…” She pants, the laptop going up and down with her breathing as my thumb rubs back and forth on her clit.
“Easy. You don’t want that laptop to fall off your stomach.” She groans as her fingers type. I stop rubbing and go in to eat, and suck.
“Oh fuck, yes.” She whimpers as I grab the back of her legs and spread her wide open as she chants yes, but stops typing.
“Do you want to come?” I demand as I focus on her pink pussy and tiny rosette hole that hasn’t been fucked in a while. But if I want her to type, that’s not an option.
“Yes, Dean Powers, I want to come.” She moans as her fingers start typing, and I lean forward and lick that forbidden hole, a groan coming from her mouth.
“You want my cock to fuck your ass, my love?” My tongue goes in and out as she chants my name, and I grin. Alex gets shy, admitting she likes anal.
“Don’t worry. I’ll fuck it later.” My hands tighten on her legs, moving up to her honey core as I suck on her swollen nub.
“Yes.” She moans as she lifts her head, her fingers pounding on the keyboard as I feel her start to pulse.
“Can I come, Dean Powers?” she screams as I keep eating her, my tongue fucking her pussy, then going back to suck on her clit. But as she’s getting ready to come, the computer slides to her side as her hands reach for my head, and I stop, looking up at her. Her eyes blink at me as she screams.
“Noooo…” Her head falls back, and she grabs the laptop to frantically type again as I lick my lips.
“Such a greedy pussy, so wet and creamy, dripping down my chin. You want to come, don’t you?”
She pants out. “Yes!”
“When I read this paper, am I gonna understand it?” My mouth’s right on her clit as she arches up, trying to shove her pussy in my mouth.
“Yes.” She hisses as I stroke my cock.
“Then come.” I latch onto her clit and suck hard as she instantly pulses and contracts in my mouth.
“Brett…I love you.” She chants over and over, her fingers still typing.
“Such a good girl, coming in my mouth.” I praise her as she continues to jerk in pulsing waves. I give her one last lick, then stand.
“Move the computer.” I’m jerking up and down on my cock hard as she lets it fall to the side.
“Pinch your nipples,” I hiss, letting the pleasure take hold as her fingers rub and twist on her nipples.
“Fuck.” I pick up speed, the pleasure building as I feel my stomach muscles tighten.
“Mine. You’re mine.” I grunt as I fucking let go, just soar, my cock spitting out my seed on her tits, her stomach, and pussy. I keep jerking it, milking every last drop on her.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, the pleasure so intense my eyes see dots for a second.
She props herself up on her elbows. Her face is flushed, her lips red as she pants. Christ, this time I rub my heart, she looks so beautiful. She’s also literally covered in my cum.
“Are you kidding me, Brett?” Her eyes widen as we both watch my seed trickle down her breasts, and I feel almost superhuman as I lie down next to her, trying to catch my breath.
“Let me see what you wrote.” I grin, staring up at the ceiling.
“You…oh my God.” She goes to roll on top of me, and I grab her, holding her back.
“I don’t want that on me,” I say as she screams and laughs. I stand, bringing her with me.
“Wait, I’ll make you another deal.” Holding her at arm’s length, I laugh at her as she struggles, then stops as she cocks her head.
“Another deal?” She puts her hands on her hips.
“Yep.”
“What? It better be good.” She watches as I walk over to my dresser and open it.
“Oh, this is a good one.” I bring out the box.
“So the deal is...” I kneel on one knee. “You marry me, and I’ll spend every second of every day for the rest of my life making you happy.”
“Oh my God.” She covers her mouth as I open the box with the three-carat diamond that was my grandmother’s winking up at us.
“I love you, Alexandrea. Will you marry me?” My heart pounding, the adrenaline races through me. I hadn’t planned to propose today, but fuck it, it’s never been a better time. She couldn’t be more mine at this moment as I look up at her.
“Yes,” she screams, and I barely get to my feet to catch her as she jumps into my arms, covering my mouth in kisses.
“You’re making me a mess,” I murmur on her lips because I can’t stop smiling. I’ll never stop smiling as long as she laughs.
“Shut up and kiss me, Dean Powers.”
NATALIE & CHARLIE POWERS’S HOUSE
HANCOCK PARK, LOS ANGELES
ALEXANDREA
“Oh my God, it really is gorgeous.” Raven puts her hand on her chest, her eyes filling with tears while looking at me and the ring on my finger.
“I’m so happy for you two.” She throws her arms around me as I laugh, and we sway back and forth.
“You okay?” I pull back to look at her. She looks gorgeous because she’s Raven, but she does have dark circles under her eyes.
“Just…I’m fine.” She smiles as we sit at the large table set up for Sunday morning brunch at Brett’s parents’ house. It’s kind of become something we do if we’re in town. Charlie has March Madness on his big screen outside.
“Did you tell her how I proposed?” Brett smiles as I sit next to him, then freeze because I swear to God.
I smile right back as I look back over at Jett, who casually slings an arm around Raven as he and his dad watch the game on the TV.