Chapter 13

“ Y eah, right there. Oh god… your dick…”

“Was made for your pussy,” Alex groans, his voice taut as his mouth seals around my nipple while he slowly thrusts inside me.

I can tell this dick is ruining me. Has ruined me already.

How am I going to manage once he leaves for England?

“Yeah, fuck…oh my god.”

It’s been like this since he knocked on my door, god knows how long ago. A couple of orgasms at least.

There I was, minding my own business, on my way to bed, and trying not to think about Alex or what he meant when he said he’d come and find me later. Because it was getting pretty goddamn late. Late enough I’d already set my vibrator up on charge.

And then there was a bang on the door, and my night greatly improved.

“Hold it, Haven. You’re not fucking coming until I say so,” he grits out. “You’ve already had three, you can wait this time.”

Oh yeah…he arrived three orgasms ago.

I don’t want to wait, so I take no notice and roll my hips in his lap. His fingers are digging into my thighs so hard they’ll leave marks on top of the marks fading from the other night. Reminders of what we did when he’s back in England.

“Haven…greedy girl,” he warns.

I am greedy. I don’t even know how I managed to wait the two days since Alex was last here. He’s woken a monster in me, and I need more.

“Alex, please. I need it.”

“You need my cock?”

“Hmmm…yes.”

“Say it.”

“I need your cock.”

He grips my thighs, holding me still while he drives into me with such force it steals the air from my lungs.

“Like that? Need it like that ?”

“Ahhhh.”

“Words, Haven, use your words.”

“Yes, Alex, god, yeees. I need it like that… fuck …your dick…” My eyes have full on rolled into my head.

“Fuck my dick?” He chuckles. “You certainly are.”

He slaps his hands on my ass cheeks, one on either side, and grips onto them, his fingers kneading my crack, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite so good. Not while his magical dick is slamming so deep inside me I know it’s branded me. I will never belong to anything except Alex’s dick.

It’s been like this for hours; relentless, punishing, delicious.

I’m whimpering, beads of sweat drip down the column of my throat, my thighs clenched hard to stop the shuddering. My entire body is as tight and strained as a stretched rubber band. One tiny flick, and it will snap in half. I’m trying to hold on, but it’s like stopping an eighteen-wheeler hurtling right toward you.

Alex is still grasping onto a semblance of control, his hand gripping the back of my neck, but I can tell from the way his jaw slackens and his eyes glaze, navy and hooded, that he’s close.

I’ve seen him come so many times now that I can tell.

And holy shit, but he’s even more beautiful.

My orgasm hits almost with no warning, a sucker punch. All I can get out is a garbled “Al…” before I detonate around him, nails scraping along his back for some kind of leverage, no doubt leaving thick welts in his skin. But I need something to stop me falling into this oblivion he’s pushed me into, almost painfully.

Alex explodes inside me.

Even through the tiny membrane of latex he’s wearing, I can feel the force of him coming. We collapse onto each other, gasping for air though there’s none, and all we’re doing is sucking down carbon dioxide. My body is mush; I’ve flopped into the most uncomfortable position, but I don’t have a shred of energy left in me to move, or care.

“The boys are going to have to take my body back to England with them. I’m dead.” Alex grunts into my chest, the tickle of his stubble slipping through my sweat.

“We’ll need to be buried together,” I puff out. “I’m dead too.”

He laughs as best he can, seeing as we’re both still catching our breath. “Best way to go, I say. And I nearly didn’t come over.”

I turn my head to face him. “Why?”

“Wasn’t sure you’d be here. And if you were here, I didn’t want to be presumptuous about how much you like my dick.”

“I think we can safely presume I’m more than happy you and your dick are here.” I rearrange myself to flop my head back onto the pillow, though sadly, it breaks the connection between Alex and me, and his dick slips away, leaving nothing but cool air between my legs. “Even if you have killed us both.”

“Hey, you killed me first.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

I watch as he peels off the condom, ties it, and deposits it in the bathroom trash with the rest. I’m waiting to see if this time is the time he decides to get dressed and head back to the cabin where his brothers are, but he slides silently back in next to me instead.

Opening my mouth to say something, my tongue has other ideas and sticks to the roof. Seems all that kissing—and sex—has left my mouth in desperate need of hydration. In fact, given the amount we’ve both sweated through the last few hours, I think we could probably do with electrolytes too.

“Water?”

He nods. “Good idea.”

I don’t bother to get dressed to go downstairs. It might be freezing outside, but I’m still boiling hot. Grabbing a couple of glasses from the cabinet, I fill them with ice and top them up with water, and when I turn around to go back upstairs, I’m not alone.

I was drunk the other night, but now I can truly appreciate Alex in all my sober glory.

He leans against the door frame and I take him in; thick, sculpted thighs, broad chest from years of workouts. He’s not just athletic, he’s strong, dedicated. Biceps powerful enough to carry my weight while I’m pinned against the door and he’s driving into me.

Once again I realize my mistake when I thought Alex didn’t look like he was the type of guy who worked in farming, but now he’s standing in front of me, I can’t do anything but imagine him honing his muscles hauling logs, or controlling a stallion with a squeeze of his thick thighs.

But it’s the trimmed, soft, dark hair running along the deep line below his hips that draws my gaze. That, and his dick standing to attention, because it doesn’t seem to have an off switch.

He’s watching me. And I’m heating up all over again, burning under the intensity of his stare.

I swallow.

He’s waiting to see what I’m going to do, and I remember what he said to me the other night. Taking a sip of water, I hold an ice cube in my mouth and sink to my knees.

Alex is statue still.

Only the shallow rise and fall of his chest, and the throbbing of his jutting dick, hard and proud, as he watches me are any indication he’s real life and not made of marble.

He winces as my cold tongue licks up the bead of precum forming on the end, before I shift the cube over and run it along the length of his cock. Alex’s hand shoots out and grips the kitchen counter as he mumbles a string of curse words I can’t quite decipher, but it’s hot . The power I’m currently wielding, that I can bring this man to his knees with my mouth.

Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, I take the head of his dick between my lips, swirling my tongue over the slit. A groan rumbles out of him.

“Haven, this feels… fuck— incredible. Your mouth. You look un real. Absolutely unreal. ”

I glance up to find him watching me, and he holds my gaze as I work the rest of him into my mouth alongside the ice cube. And it’s work. I’m trying not to choke, my mouth spread wide open, but the reaction on Alex’s face makes it totally worth it. The hot and cold contrast has his brain work overtime.

I pause and pull back off with a pop, then resume my position, dropping my hand so I can take him deeper. His entire body clenches when I moan, the vibrations from my throat forcing his eyes shut as he concentrates on every sensation I’m waving over him, and my eyes close too.

“Incredible…” he mumbles again from above as he drags his thumb over my bottom lip and cups my cheek before I realize what he’s doing. His thumb pulls my mouth open further, until the ice cube is forced across my tongue. “Enough of that.” The ice cube clatters in the sink where he tossed it, before he guides himself back. “If you’re going to choke, it’ll be on my dick and nothing else.”

There’s so much room in my mouth now, and I roll my tongue along the underside of his dick before drawing him back out so I can take him deeper.

His hand slips around to the base of my neck, something I’ve always hated, but with Alex, it spurs me on. I want it to be good for him. Each time my head bobs, I feel it between my thighs, dripping out of me, as I take him further, until my nose is brushing against his soft hair.

“Jesus—” he groans, though there’s an underlying tone to it. Awe. “You’re so good at this.”

His balls are tightening in my hands, his dick is throbbing. He’s so close, and one hard suck is all it takes for him to spill down my throat with a garbled cry, slashing the air with a string of expletives.

He buckles forward while also protecting me from being crushed, his pelvis juddering as I keep sucking, and swallow him down.

“Dreams really do come true.” He pulls me up by my arm, twisting me around so quickly I would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding me.

My back is to his chest, until it isn’t. Until I’m bent ninety degrees over the kitchen table. My tits squash and my palms are forced flat onto the cool, wooden surface, with my burning face resting on top.

“Don’t move,” he growls, kneeling behind me.

Spreading my cheeks, his tongue drags between them, lapping me up. And oh god …

“You loved my cock in your mouth, didn’t you, Haven? I can see right here.”

I cry out as his tongue spears inside me.

“You’re a mess. Such a messy girl, that I need to clean.”

His finger slips down to my sensitive, pulsing clit, but instead of giving me the exact amount of pressure he knows I need. He stills.

He stands up. His dick thickens as he bends over me, his breath hot against my ear, “Tell me how much you want this.”

All I can do is whimper, but I know I’m not getting anything until I tell him. Especially when he removes his hand entirely.

“That first day I saw you next to the jukebox, I knew I wanted to fuck you. But I never thought I’d enjoy fucking you this much . I never want this to end.”

There’s a pause. I don’t think either of us are breathing.

Was that too much? Too honest?

I mean, I’m not going to see him again after Saturday, so what does it matter? But still…telling a guy I never want him to stop fucking me might be a little extreme.

But then he chuckles. “Good girl.”

After that, it’s like he’s on a mission. His tongue and fingers relentlessly working to bring me another orgasm. I don’t know how he does it, but every time, it’s like I’ve been so starved for months that I’m desperate for more, and I can’t hold out.

His fingers trace up and down the ridges of my spine. It’s relaxing, too relaxing. Maybe this table would be a suitable place to fall asleep.

I’m drifting off when Alex’s deep voice pulls me back to the present.

“I think we should get in that shower of yours, clean up.”

I blink as I register what he’s saying. “You’re staying?”

“I’m staying,” he replies in a way that doesn’t invite argument. “And we’re making the most of it.”

Oh god. I don’t know if I can make the most of it. My body is screaming for more sex, while my brain is begging me for sleep. Somewhere down the line I stifle a yawn, which he catches, and slaps my ass.

I’m wide awake now.

“You can sleep tomorrow, Haven.”

“I can’t, ” I wail. “Tomorrow is the gingerbread house judging. It takes all day.”

“Another reason to name me the winner.” He smirks. “It’ll save you time. Now get in that shower.”