Chapter 17

L ex is in his kitchen when I return, and I take a second to enjoy his strong silhouette before joining him there. He's sipping on a glass of amber liquor, with the bottle on the counter before him. Yes, good idea, liquid courage.

I drop my bag on the couch as I pass it and join Lex. His eyes scan me from head to toe as I approach, making my heart slam against my ribs. I take the glass he's holding, my eyes locked on his, and bring it to my lips before drinking what is left in it with two gulps.

Whatever this is, it isn't meant to be swallowed in one go but rather sipped, so an intense burning sensation spreads in my throat. The need to cough becomes almost irrepressible, but I fight it, swiftly turning around so he doesn't notice my watery eyes. Idiot .

I pour another glass and twist toward him again. Lex is much closer now, trapping me between the kitchen counter and his broad body. This is very intimate, and the boldness of it suggests we're done with the pleasantries.

Shit, I need more amber courage for this. More reasonable this time, I only take a small sip before moving the beverage away from my mouth, lost in his steel grays the whole time. With a slow gesture, he takes the glass from my hand, brings it up, and twists it to lay his bottom lip where mine was. Gazing at me intensely, he drinks it up and bends to put the empty glass on the counter behind me. I move back as he leans forward, our faces only a few inches apart.

I'm caged in by his domineering position, his hands resting flat on the marble top on each side of me. I'm hypnotized by him, captivated by his intense gaze that can probably see into my soul. My entire body is tingling, my heart is drumming, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with Lex.

I'm so close I can see spots of dark gray in his cold irises. It isn't fair that a man would be gifted with such lush and long eyelashes, but it isn't wasted on him. His cheekbones are chiseled to perfection, giving his face an undeniable charisma. And his mouth… It's so full and tempting. Unexpectedly, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, leaving it temptingly wet.

The message is loud and clear, even though he makes no move toward kissing me. He isn't pushing me to do anything. He's giving me control.

To test how much he's willing to let me be in charge, I push myself up on my toes, bringing my lips half an inch away from his. His warm breath mixes with mine, and I smell whiffs of the alcohol we drank. His pupils dilate, but he doesn't move. Aroused and playful, I move even closer until our mouths are almost touching, but not quite. I can sense the warmth of his lips but resist their tempting call. The tension, the desire, and the intensity of the moment almost make my head spin. My entire body is alert and ready.

At this very instant, I decide I'm not moving forward to get over the man or for Oliver's sake. I'm doing it for myself. I'm doing it because I might implode if I don't.

I finally press my lips against his, shivering from head to toe as I do. His reaction is immediate, one of his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I initiated the kickoff, and now the race for pleasure begins.

Our mouths open in unison, and our tongues dart out, greedy to get more. We share the flavor of whiskey and the taste of us. I'm almost vibrating with need, my body demanding what it yearns for. With my hands up and my fingers tangled in his dark hair, I pull him closer, wanting all of him.

When I move my foot to the side, he understands my intentions and obliges, slightly bending his knee so I have better access to his thigh and can straddle it. I shamelessly arch into the massive swell of his erection, and he pushes back, grabbing my ass to bring me even closer. The edge of the counter harshly digs into my skin, but I barely feel it, the entirety of my nerves focused on my front—on him.

To my great dissatisfaction, the intensity of our embrace becomes too much, so I rip my mouth away from him to take deep breaths, desperate for air. Lex's mouth drops to my neck to lay a fiery line of kisses, tasting my heated skin with his tongue and turning the blood flowing in my veins into searing lava.

The collar of my top gets in the way of his exploration, prompting his hands to remove it. In seconds, I'm in my bralette. Luckily, it isn't one of my boring cotton bras, but a pretty little garment made of blue lace. My nipples are visible through the sheer fabric, catching Lex's attention.

There isn't much there, a large A cup at best, but the way Lex looks at them, so full of desire, makes me forget about my insecurities. There's a hint of wonderment in his expression—as if he craved to see me like this.

And that inflates my ego like never before. I'm not an awkward, nerdy girl anymore. I'm a woman good enough to tempt Alexander Coleman. Feeling bold, I pull my bralette up, pass it over my head, and throw it to the side.

Before it even reaches the floor, Lex has one of my mounds in his hand while hungrily lowering his head to the other. I moan when his mouth closes around my raised nipple. He bites, sucks, and pulls on my hard tip, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. His hand mirrors the same torture on the other one, pinching and tugging. It's like he knows exactly which pressure to apply and how hard he can bite before pain overtakes pleasure. My intimacy is throbbing spasmodically, and I realize he can probably make me come like this, teasing my breasts.

This is insane …

The only reason he stops is to lift me with baffling ease and sit me on the counter so I'm easier to access. Then, he steps in the cradle of my parted thighs to inflict the same treatment on my other breast, his erection right against my throbbing pussy. And because I'm so fucking greedy, I writhe and arch into it.

Before I can climb closer to the orgasm building inside me, he stops his teasing and moves back, robbing me of all stimulation. He ignores my protest to press his hand over my sternum instead, silently commanding me to lie back.

The coldness of the marble bites into my heated skin as his hand grabs my ankle. With efficient moves, he loosens the ties of my black Chuck before pulling on it.

Oh, no …

If my bra was a lucky coincidence, my socks aren't. Mild amusement paints his features when he reveals my Pacman sock and sends me a questioning look. Mortified, I gnaw on my lower lip and shrug my shoulders. Still smiling, he shakes his head as his fingers slide under my jeans to grab my sock. My other shoe knows the same fate, and then he moves to the button of my jeans.

My clit throbs at his hands fidgeting so close to it. I need his fingers there. Now . I do my best to help him, and he manages to remove the few clothing items I have left.

Sprawled out for him to see, absolutely naked in the unforgiving light of his kitchen, I remain unmoving as he takes in the sight of my body. It feels kinky to be buck-naked when he's still wearing the entirety of his clothes.

Even if nothing in his heated gaze leads me to believe the view doesn't please him, I begin doubting myself. My arm wraps around my breasts while my hand shields the triangle of curls at the apex of my thighs from his hawk-like stare.

He doesn't like that and firmly pushes them away before he gently spreads my legs. "Andrea… You're so fucking wet for me," he says, his voice so rough it's almost a growl. He boldly slides two fingers along my folds, making me shiver when they graze my clit, and moves his hand up. "Look," he orders. His index and middle fingers are glistening with my arousal.

I blush but don't look away when we lock gazes. He's much bolder than I expected. The rigid and cerebral man I know is long gone, replaced by a lustful, enterprising, and absurdly sexual Lex.

As if to prove me right, he brings his fingers to his mouth to run his pink tongue over them, eagerly sampling my wetness. An approving "Mmm" rolls in his throat while his eyes never leave mine. The sight is so hot that I whimper and attempt to press my knees together, my core throbbing with impatience yet again.

Before I have time to recover from the incredible vision, he hooks his hands under my knees and spreads me wide, only to look at my intimacy with earnestness.

"You want me so fucking much that you're dripping," he groans. That makes my walls clench, and he notices, eyes narrowing on my slit.

"Lex," I protest, attempting to bring my knees together and pushing myself up on my elbows. My gaze compels his. With audacity, I ask, "Are you going to do something about it, or will you just stare all night?"

His smile and chuckle would be panty-dropping if I weren't already pantiless. Then he lowers his face, and I brace myself. I'm about to see if his oral skills are as good as my dreams and fantasies imagined.

First, he plants a kiss on my inner thigh, and then another, closer to where I so desperately want him, then another… Finally, when he's out of thigh to explore, his eyes lock with mine. I wait, so motionless I'm not even breathing.

His tongue darts out before he settles it low on my center, where my fluids are gathered. I moan at the sight, as erotic as the sensations themselves, and when he moves a little higher, the muscles of my inner thighs tense, my tendons straining against his grip.

He's purposefully ignoring my clit, but the burning fervor, the softness, the way he lazily explores me… It's already too much for me. Lex takes his time, cleaning me off of all the wetness he conjured. But it's a Si syphean task because every time his tongue grazes me, more of it seeps out.

I'm about to beg him when the tip of his tongue pushes past my slit. Fuck… This man is wicked… He thrusts it in and out, and it feels good—amazing even—yet I can't help but want more. I want him to fill me, to stretch me, to ruin me.

Losing my patience, I lie back down to free my arms and weave my fingers into his thick hair to guide him. His hands release my legs to grab my wrists so he can pin them down on each side of my hips instead. I'm about to scold him when his mouth finally moves up and locks on my swollen crease. With all the built-up anticipation, intense shivers make my body jolt at the first flick.

My back arches, my legs spread further, and a whimpering cry escapes me. Relentlessly, he teases, sucks, and licks my clit, making me tremble and moan. My hips buckle and roll, my reactions uncontrollable. He immobilizes them between his forearms, his hands still firmly holding my wrists. With each lick, I'm growing closer to climax, and his pace is mercilessly fast.

"Aah, Lex! Don't stop! Don't—Oh, fuck…"

As I suspected, he's divine at this. I reach my orgasm crying and panting, the sensations so intense that I writhe on his kitchen island, my whole body consumed by a pleasure too extreme to handle. My legs clench of their own will, imprisoning Lex's head. Wave after wave of euphoria travels through my shaking frame as I endure my release.

He gives me no sympathy, his tongue sweeping intensely, trying to drag out my pleasure for as long as I can sustain it. One of his hands releases mine, and I quickly use my freedom to try to push him away with a whimper, confident I can't survive this for much longer. He resists my attempt and grazes my entrance with his finger instead.

"Fuck… Lex, wait! I need—Aah!"

I'm cut short when it pushes inside of me. My walls are still throbbing hectically, swollen and sensitive, and the simple intrusion is enough to render me mad. With his tongue still working its tireless magic, he fingers me expertly. My unyielding orgasm changes into something else, and soon enough, I'm bracing myself for another mind-blowing climax. Another finger slips in, gently stretching me, and as he pumps them in and out, a new series of spasms starts.

Between my moans and soft whimpers, I can hear the rhythmic and wet sound of his ministrations on me. I can sense with accuracy everything he is doing to me, feel the stubble on his jaw against my delicate folds and thighs, the silkiness of his hair between my fingers… Everything that's happening is engraving itself into my mind, and I know for certain I'll remember all of this perfectly for decades to come .

His touch becomes lighter but faster, and it's all I need to reach bliss again. Just like before, my whole body shakes with involuntary contractions as I come, crying out his name.

Shit, I hope the apartment is soundproof both ways.

This time, he doesn't push me further, and the momentum of his tongue and fingers slows. I'm about ready to thank him for showing me mercy when he slowly pulls away.

While I gradually regain control of my mind and flesh, he lays pecks on my limp, heaving, and satiated body. He takes his time on each of my nipples and then comes to my mouth for the grand finale.

Gladly, I welcome his lips, where I can taste myself. There's also his own flavor there, which I can't get enough of, so I hungrily seize his face between my hands to keep him in place. By the time he moves away, my breathing is almost normal again, and my heartbeat, even if it's still too fast, isn't as wild as before.

He straightens up and uses his viewpoint to look at me like a predator observing his prey—his eyes piercing and hungry. There's a thin layer of perspiration now veiling my skin, and I know my face and chest are flushed.

"Shall we begin?" he asks with a pinch of amusement.

As much as I want to do this and really begin, I'm tempted to ask for a break first. My mind changes swiftly when Lex grabs the collar of his shirt behind his head and takes it off.

Is there a consensus among men to remove their T-shirts like this? Do they know how hot it looks? Do they train in front of a mirror to master the technique?

My mind goes blank, and my mouth waters at the sight of his impressive torso, my questions fading at once. This man was always temptation incarnate in my eyes, but right now, he looks goddamn edible.

The muscles of his torso are defined and chiseled. I can see the outline of his abs, the deep V at his hips, his firm pecs… His shoulders are broad, and his arms are strong and well-balanced with the rest of him. I also like the thin veil of body hair covering his chest and descending in a narrow path to the waistband of his pants. It's like every single thing about him is perfectly engineered to make me swoon.

I sit up to press my palms on his muscular pecs, enjoying the firmness of his warm skin. When I tilt my head upward to demand his lips, he gives me an ardent kiss. Shameless, I press myself against his naked torso, my erect nipples teased by the soft hair there.

Then, I pull away to work on his belt. He waits, hands resting high on my outer thighs, his thumbs mechanically grazing my skin, as I unhook the button and pull down his zipper. Passing my thumbs under the coarse fabric, I push the jeans away, along with his boxer briefs .

His dick jerks out, and my eyes widen at the incredible sight.

This is the ultimate proof that God is a woman. Only my gender could have been this meticulous. Clearly, she took her sweet time when creating this particular man, paying keen attention to every last detail.

Taking root in a patch of trimmed dark hair, Lex's dick is thick from root to tip, with veins snaking under the smooth skin. He's cut, and his pink and plump head sits there temptingly as if daring me to kneel and welcome it into my mouth, to taste it, to run my tongue around it. It has this slight upward curve Kate had once called the G-spot seeker. Even the heavy weights underneath his shaft are the ideal size and shape, hanging tightly under his lengthy girth.

Already, I know Lex's dick will be the best of my life—even though he might split me in half. I'm almost sure my hand isn't big enough to circle it completely.

Remembering I can actually try, I run my fingers over his length and marvel at its warmth, softness, and hardness. Fuck, this is going to be out of this world.

As suspected, I can barely circle it with my fingers, but almost. Invigorated by the challenge, I tighten my hold on him until the tip of my thumb meets that of my middle finger. The pressure of my grip makes him grunt something that sounds deliciously obscene, his gaze never leaving my hand massaging him. When he lets out another low moan, my proud smile grows wider. And even more when a stream of precum leaks out, revealing how much he enjoys my touch. Using my thumb, I spread the translucent liquid over his swollen head, making it shiny and tempting.

Time to get down on my knees and gag on that perfect dick.

But Lex has other plans. "I need to be inside you," he growls, pulling away from me.

He removes the rest of his clothes, pushes the pile to the side with his foot, and grabs the base of his cock to align it with my entrance.

I jump at the contact as if struck by electricity, and it only gets more intense when he runs his hardness up and down my slit, taunting my demanding flesh in the most wicked way, coating himself with the remnants of my orgasms. Then, the pressure of his cock increases on my opening, about to enter me.

Because I have to witness it with my own eyes, I look down, mesmerized by the perfection that is his shaft. Its plump tip is docked among my folds, glistening with my arousal. With more pressure from him, it slips into me, disappearing from my sight. Miraculously, some good sense makes its way into my foggy thoughts.

"Wait!" I protest with a push on his chest, dislodging him from within me .

"What?"

"Condom."

"I thought you were clean and on birth control."

"I am, but I don't know if you are," I argue. "Clean, I mean. Not on birth control."

"I'm telling you then. I'm clean."

"I don't know you enough to trust you on that, Lex."

His eyes turn dark with offense and irritation. "Well, I trust you."

"That's your prerogative, not mine."

He gives me a somber look but doesn't argue more. In under thirty seconds, he retrieves a condom from his wallet, opens it, sheathes himself with it, and then returns to me, retaking his place between my spread legs.

"May I enter you, now?" His formality has me giggling despite the pettiness I discern in his tone.

"Yes, you may."

His dark mood quickly vanishes as I take possession of his lips. I'm lost in it when he pushes two inches in with a firm thrust, breaching my tight opening. I let out a whimper in his mouth, the stretch almost painful.

"Slow," I beg. "It's… It's been a while."

"You better take all of me, Andrea. Down to the last inch. I've wanted this for too fucking long."

Despite his words, he takes my request seriously, and his hips roll in small, continuous nudges, slowly conquering my uncooperative flesh. Gentle, he proceeds with care and caution, and although I feel uncomfortably stretched, it doesn't hurt. To distract me, he kisses my lips, his hands play with my breasts, his teeth gently nibble at my throat…

Every time he pushes a little further, jolts of pleasure spread, and every time he moves out, my walls clench to hold him there. Inch by delicious inch, his whole length enters me, and when the head of it reaches my cervix—a sensation I've never experienced before—I let out a loud moan against the humid skin of his shoulder.

I watch as he slowly moves in and out with the slightest nudges, the condom shiny from how drenched I am. It's crazy that I can take it all, especially given his girth, but here we are.

Carefully, he attempts a few harder thrusts, bringing even more pleasure, and lets out a moan. The fucking begins, and even though he remains gentle, I'm embarrassed by how fast I'm climbing. But I haven't had a dick inside me in ten months, so I guess it's normal to be so receptive, right ?

"You're so tight…" he moans right into my ear. "The pressure of you is driving me insane," he rasps. "I could fuck you the whole night, Andrea."

His crude words, his careful thrusts, and the erotic sight when I look down again send me over the edge and trigger my third orgasm of the night. I muffle my screams against his torso, my walls spasming around his shaft. I tightly clutch his shoulders to keep myself from ascending to the blissful heaven he sends me to. He holds me as I quiver, his hands firmly planted on my ass.

Shit, I've never orgasmed this hard in my life. The intensity of it wrecks me. I never knew it was possible to feel so many things at once. Thankfully, Lex is merciful enough to stop thrusting, waiting for my climax to end.

Once the last shiver passes, he kisses the top of my head and makes me lay back on the counter, his eyes devouring me shamelessly. I wrap my legs around his waist for balance, and his hands travel the length of my thick thighs to rest on my hips.

The shadow of a smile brushes his lips. "Now, we can start."

Maybe I was in control earlier, but not anymore. Not as he vigorously slips in and out of me with powerful thrusts. The sight of his abs contracting with every move forward is insanely hot, but I can barely focus on anything other than his overwhelming ramming into my most sensitive part.

I'm being thoroughly fucked by a half-god genius.

After three mind-blowing orgasms almost back-to-back, it's too much, too soon. The intensity borders on pain. Each time his cock bottoms out, the sensations shatter me. I push against the solid plane of his lower abdomen with a whimper, silently begging him not to go so fast and so deep. But his momentum is unyielding.

"Come on, Andrea… You can take it."

Fuck… What did I get myself into?

I cry out in his mouth when he retakes my lips, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. How can I feel so much and not burst into a million pieces? The limits of pleasure are being bent and pushed, and Lex knows exactly how to do it.

He's tireless, and soon enough, I'm yearning for the next climax. My legs pull him harder on me with each thrust, my heels digging into his lower back.

"Ah, fuck…" he moans, giving me a more brutal shove.

Despite his intense pace, his thrusts are measured. I can feel it. He's holding back so he won't hurt me, but I want all of it. All of him .

"Fuck me hard, Alexander," I beg, my hands firmly planted on his behind, encouraging him to give me everything he has. "Fuck me like you mean it."

His groan resonates in my ears, his movements harder, faster, and deeper. Shit, I won't be able to walk straight tomorrow.

I can't tell for how long he keeps pounding into me like this, the noises of our intense fuckery filling the room. Everything at this moment is the most carnal experience I could have ever imagined. The fleshy slaps of his hips meeting mine, the wet sounds between us every time he rams inside, the grunts, the moans, the panting…

As I listen to them all, ravaged by his thrusts, the reality of what's happening strikes me. After weeks of holding back, weeks of resisting, weeks of temptation… I'm finally having sex with the man haunting my dreams. That very man I fantasize about daily is vigorously fucking me on his kitchen island.

Overwhelmed by those thoughts and sensations, I spiral into another mind-blowing orgasm, clinging onto him as I shatter yet again. I scream my pleasure, my limbs wrapped around him with all my strength. My entire body contracts and jolts with bliss as he keeps plowing into me. He doesn't halt his momentum or slow down, and my orgasm stretches to unimaginable heights. Fuck, I might actually pass out from how good it feels.

When he lets out a loud groan, I know he's coming too. He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead in the crook of my neck, his sweaty skin meeting mine as his hips jerk in uncontrollable jolts. His grunts as he comes make me ridiculously proud, and I hold him close while our climaxes slowly recede.

We stay like this for several minutes, his weight on my chest somehow comforting. With my hands, I graze his back softly, drawing mindless patterns with the tips of my fingers, following the shapes of his hard-earned muscles. We wait for our breathing to calm down in the silent kitchen. Both our bodies are covered in sweat now, and his breath is warm on my chest. He's slowly softening inside of me, but not entirely.

He eventually pushes up on his arms so his eyes can find mine, and we stare at each other for a moment. Then he gives me a short but intense kiss and straightens up. When he moves away, I sit up on the counter's edge, my legs dangling over the floor. I always suspected it would be good, but there isn't a word strong enough to express the magnitude of what I just experienced.

I unabashedly ogle him as he disposes of the condom. My, my… The sight of him from behind is as incredible as the front. I can almost count the different muscles on his back, and his ass is amazing .

This gorgeous man, this Greek god, just gave me four earth-shattering orgasms.

My eyes shy away from his when he turns around. Now that the deed is done, it's time for me to leave.

Before I can make my move, Lex passes a hand under my knees, the other behind my back, and gathers me against his torso.

"Lex! What are you doing!?"

"I'm taking you to my bed."

Oh… As tempting as it sounds, I'm pretty sure I've reached my limit.