Lex(76)

Rolling over, I army crawl to the edge of the bed, the side I usually climb out from. Peeking over the edge, my stomach flat on the bed, I see him, he’s sleeping on my floor, still dressed in his suit from last night. Except his jacket and tie is missing and his shirt is slightly unbuttoned. Sleepy eyes peer up at me and he grins. I close my eyes to will the moan that I want to utter, away. I hate that he affects me this intensely.

“Hi.” He’s the first one to speak.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

How am I feeling? How am I feeling? I feel worried, scared, terrified, nervous, and at the same time I feel free, lighter, sexy and even desired. Not by just anyone but from the one man I can’t stop thinking about.

“I’m okay.”

“Do you want to talk now?”

I chew on my lip, contemplating his question and he growls.

“What?”

“Stop chewing your lip, sweetheart. You know what that does to me. If you don’t want me to do what I did last night you’ll stop now.”

I’m not stopping, not if that’s a promise.

I keep chewing and he growls again, sinfully devouring me with his eyes. His hand reaches down and he rubs the bulge in his pants.

“See what you do to me.” He darkly states. Turning the potent sexual heat in the room up a full hundred degrees.

I swallow hard, my mouth drooling, unable to take my eyes from his hand as he masturbates over his pants.

“Do you like?”

I nod.

“Tell me.”

Even though his spicy demanding tone should scare me, even intimidate me, it doesn’t. It makes me feel powerful, and that he wants to know how I feel; that he cares to know.

“I like it.” I shyly mutter, turning fifty shades of red.

He deeply chuckles. “How much?”

“A lot.” I watch a wet spot stain the outside of his pants and I close my eyes, suppressing another moan. What is wrong with me?

“Tell me more. I might come just watching you watch me.”

“You’re hot, Gage. So hot. What do you did to me last night scared me. I was so worried what you would think of it.” I turn my head again, afraid to speak more.

“Look at me.”

I listen.

“What you have is not an it.” He emphasizes and goes on. “What you have is sexy, it’s mine and I want to suck it. Come down here, Angel, and straddle my chest. Show me that you know that I want it. That you accept that.”

Anxious, with a giant knot in my gut and my heart rapping hard in my chest. I climb out of bed and lift my dress.

“That’s it, now sit on me and put her in my mouth.” He licks his lips.

Crouching, I rest on his chest and tuck my dress higher, but not too high. I can’t show him my scars. Those will turn him off for sure, and I don’t want that. I love this sexual power. Power he’s allowing me to have. Power I’ve never had before in my life with a person I desire and want as much as I do Gage.

Leaning forward I grab ahold of my nightstand, ease myself forward on his chest and he licks the tip and I shudder, gasping.

“That’s it, Angel. My balls are so sore from not coming last night. I’m going to come today. As I suck on… What’s it called?”

He’s testing me. The cocky grin playing on the sides of his face and the raised brows tells me as much.

“Lady.”

“That’s right, she’s my lady. My lady dick. Right?”

“Yours.” I breathe, trembling, anxiety and wanton need flooding my veins. Then he takes me all the way into his mouth and I work my length into his throat, gently making love to his face. My hips rocking, sliding myself in and out, he hums and groans, and I can feel his body shaking as he masturbates himself, hot air bursts from his nose as he devours me, sucking me into heaven.

It doesn’t take but a few moments I can feel my balls tingle and I throw my head back. Scrapping his teeth on the underside of my lady, he sends me over the edge. I moan, jerking my rod into his mouth, coming, filling him and he swallows it all down, with a low growl, vibrating deep in his chest. Looking down and slowly trying to ease my semi-hard self from inside his mouth, he sucks me back in and scrunches his eyes shut. His body quakes under me and he roars, with me still inside of him, reaching his own beautiful climax.

Reopening his smoky eyes, he dives his gaze into mine, locking us together and my heart climbs into my throat. Butterflies are flapping in my belly. An all-consuming dirty smile covers his face and he sucks me harder and harder until I’m fully aroused once more.

“Why are you doing this?” I croak, unbelievably turned on again.

He shrugs, sucking me. I know he’s enjoying it. I can see the happy lines crease around his eyes.