Chapter 18

I never understood the concept of Pandora's box. We aren't animals driven by instincts and needs. Putting the lid back on should never be so hard it becomes impossible. But as I carry Andrea to my room, I think I finally grasp it.

For the first time in my life, I do feel like I've opened Pandora's box. And I'm not sure how I'll put the lid back on.

Sex lost its appeal a while ago for me. I indulge because I have needs, and not satisfying them leads to mood swings and a bad temper. Outside of the short-lived pleasure it brings, though, sex stopped being interesting a couple of years in and became something redundant and repetitive—but not in a good way.

What we just did, however… That was a reinvention of sex, a revelation, a thrilling twist to a mundane act. There's something about Andrea that made the experience uniquely new. Maybe it was the way she begged, how she writhed, her hiccups of pure abandon… The stubborn woman I knew was gone entirely, replaced by a greedy creature desperate for more pleasure. I doubt I could ever get tired of sex like that .

For fuck's sake, I came like a maniac minutes ago, and I'm already craving to start over.

Against me, Andrea wriggles with unease. "No, we're done here," she protests. "I'm pretty confident the mission was a success, and there's no need to—"

She stops as I kick the door of my room open, eyes curiously exploring the space instead. This room is like all the others, neatly organized with neutral grays everywhere.

I don't waste a second before taking her to the bed, and barely bending, I drop her on the soft mattress. "I'm telling you," she insists while I get another condom from my nightstand. "I'm good. We effectively fucked you out of my system."

"Great." She looks so fucking good in my bed like this, naked and flushed, that my cock swells at the sight. It only takes a few strokes of my fist to get painfully hard again. Her fascinated gaze observes it all, including when I roll the new condom down my length.

As soon as I'm ready to go again, I join her on the bed, and she lets me flip her around and lift her up to her hands and knees.

I can barely hold back a groan as I look down. How many times have I imagined bending her over my desk and fucking her? I've conjured extensive fantasies of it, and yet, none of them are as glorious as reality. She has the best ass I've ever seen on a woman, round, generous, soft… And there's a little surprise I couldn't foresee right there on her left cheek: a brown birthmark about an inch wide.

After I graze it, my hands avidly fill themselves with her ass, kneading the flesh with eagerness. When I spread her open, my focus narrows on the puckered hole above her slit, and my cock twitches. The area between her legs is darker than the rest of her, and it only highlights the glistening pinkness of her folds. Her pussy is all swollen, and when I spread it with my thumbs, the tight slit that I just fucked opens up.

Shit, I need to get on with this. I let go of her ass and press the thick head of my dick where she wants me.

"Wait, it's too soo—"

Her complaints die in her throat as I push in with a slow but implacable thrust. She moans from both pleasure and protest but doesn't try to stop me. Once I'm all in, I bend over to lick the hollow path of her spine all the way to her neck. Then, right against her ear, I utter, "Now, we're fucking you out of my system."

"Oh, God …"

Because she's probably overly sensitive, I go slow, measuring my pace. It allows me to enjoy the warm tightness of her wet cunt. She feels so fucking good, and that view… The broadness of her hips against her narrow waist is enchanting, and my condom-clad cock is shiny with her arousal every time I pull out. And when she lowers to her elbows, I see how she's stretched around me.

"Your ass is fucking glorious," I say between two thrusts. "I wish you could see how well you take me. My cock disappears all the way in your tight cunt, and it comes out drenched. You're so. Fucking. Wet."

She lets out a desperate moan, and I feel the way she clenches around me. Slowly and deeply, I take my time, punctuating the moment with kisses on her back and shoulders, paying careful attention to the way her body reacts .

Every time I whisper something dirty into her ear, she shivers and pushes back harder against me. So, I keep talking. I tell her how I've imagined bending her over my desk to do this to her. How I've never had a pussy this good. How I could fuck her the entire night. How she's so fucking wet I can hear it…

She comes apart again, spasming and shivering below me, her mouth releasing the most enticing moans and soft cries. I keep thrusting through her climax, laying a stream of open-mouth kisses and small bites over her shoulders and neck. She tastes a little salty now, and I adore this new flavor.

With one last clench around my dick, she collapses on the bed, spent. The only thing holding her ass up is the firm grip I have on her hips. I knew I could make it good for her, but I had no idea it would be so easy to make her come. She's exceptionally receptive, and it only pushes me to give her more.

"My turn," I say.

This time, I'm not so gentle with her. I don't allow her a moment to recover from her orgasm before I pick up the pace. A sound that's more animal than human rumbles in her throat, and her small hands fist the sheets as she takes it. My hips slap against her ass every time, echoing into the room as the shock sends a ripple through the mounds.

With each brutal thrust, I pull her back onto me—even though she eagerly does it on her own. When she tries to muffle her cries in the duvet, I let go of her hip to grab a handful of her hair instead and tug on it. She's mine for tonight only, so I'll have all of her.

Again, I feel how much she enjoys the crude gesture. Who knew this defiant little woman would turn so submissive in my bed?

Just as I'm starting to worry this might all be too much for her, she whimpers with a trembling voice, "Harder."

I don't know what she wants harder, so I tighten my hold on her hair and increase the intensity of my thrusts. The smacking of my skin on hers, the throaty moans that roll past my lips, her cries and whimpers… They all create an auditory masterpiece I'll never forget.

Time loses its meaning, and everything outside of this bed disappears. There's only us left, only this overwhelmingly carnal moment.

After several minutes of this, she seems to reach her limit. "Lex, I can't take it… It's too much."

Buried deep inside her, I immediately pause and release her hair. Her head falls to the side, and I worriedly brush her messy curls away with a careful hand to see her profile. Tears are gathered in the corner of her eye, and her face is flushed.

"Are you alright?" I ask, swiping my thumb over the tear on her cheek .

She nods and sinuously rolls her hips into mine. "Just come already."

I pull out and let her fall to the side. Her eyes are on me as I rearrange myself to straddle her leg. "You will come once more, and I'll be coming with you."

"I'm not sure I can," she argues, exhausted.

"Of course you can." I push back inside her, sideways.

Hooking her knee in my elbow to lift it, I resume the fucking. I enjoyed seeing her ass before, but I think I prefer seeing the rapturous expression on her face and the way her small tits move with every hard shove. Unable to resist their call, I take one in my mouth. At the first pull of her brown nipple with my teeth, I feel her walls clamp around me.

"I can feel you clench around me," I say, releasing the tight little bud. "Tell me, Andrea… Tell me how much your tight little pussy wanted my cock."

"Aah, shit! Don't stop…"

"Tell me you wanted this." When she doesn't answer again, I slow my momentum, robbing her of her incoming orgasm. "Say it, Andrea. I want you to say it. I need you to say it."

"Lex…" she protests, trying to writhe her hips against me. But I firmly hold her in place, unmoving inside her. She gives in quickly, whispering, "I wanted this."

My cock twitches at her confession, and I pull out and in again. "Have you been thinking about this? About us having sex?"

"Yes …"

"Have you touched yourself, imagining me doing all this to you?"

A reddish blush covers every inch of her face now. "Yes."

"Say it," I command. When she looks away, I grab her jaw and force her eyes back on mine. "Say the words, Andrea."

"I—Fuck, Lex…" she sobs when I subtly change the angle of my thrusts to hit right where I know it feels the best. "I touched myself thinking about you."

"Did you come thinking about me?"

"Yes!"

The way her insides pulsate around me is all I need to resume the hard and fast rhythm. The teasing is over. She's earned her grand finale.

I lower to kiss her, spreading her more. Our breathing turns erratic, just like my thrusts. Both our climaxes are pending. My balls are drawing tight. Only a few more shoves, and we'll shatter together.

"Come now," I order against her lips.

As if she needed exactly that, she lets out a helpless cry as her insides quiver, her body jolting with pleasure once more. I keep her right there, my cock buried as far as it can go while I fill the condom with cum. The most intense and mind-blowing ripples of satisfaction roam through me. Sex was never this fantastic. Not even when I first discovered it.

I release her leg and collapse onto her once I'm done, and we stay unmoving for several moments, limbs tangled, our sweaty skin flush together. When I meet her eyes, she's already looking at me.

Fuck, she looks prettier than I've ever seen her, eyes glimmering with satisfaction, hair wild, lips swollen… I reach for her face to graze her damp hair away. Since this is just a one-night thing, I'll never see her this beautiful again, so full of me and so entirely satisfied.

With the tip of my thumb, I follow the outlines of her face, up the dorsum of her nose, through the arch of an eyebrow, across a cheekbone, over the plump curve of her upper lip, then the lower one, and a final caress on her jaw.

This is the most intimate we've been tonight, the closest I've felt to her. Overwhelmed by the thought that this will soon come to an end, I move to kiss her in a soft, almost tender way. What starts as a chaste kiss soon transforms into something needier, and we adjust our positions to be able to devour each other more thoroughly.

I feel my dick harden inside her, already eager to turn this into more sex. She must sense it as well because she gasps and pulls away from me, far enough for my cock to slip out of her.

"I'm sorry, I can't," she says, rolling to her side to face me. "I reached my limit three orgasms ago." To soften the refusal, she lays a kiss on my jaw. I return it with one on the side of her throat.

"Sorry if I've pushed you too far."

"You did, but it's okay."

As willing as I am to give her some rest, I still haven't had my fill of her, so I lay a series of pecks down her neck and shoulder before finishing with one on her nipple. Then, adamant to recharge, I sit up with enthusiasm.

"I'm starving."

I hop out of the bed, strangely energized, and walk to the en suite bathroom. There, I throw the condom away, get two hand towels, and pour warm water on them. I use one on my semi-hard dick, throw it in the hamper, and return to the bed with the second one.

She gathered a corner of the duvet over her, as if we haven't been enjoying each other's bodies for the past couple of hours.

"Can I get you something?" I ask, handing her the second towel. I'm in my dressing room when I offer, "I think I have some leftover Chinese and maybe some Italian."

"I'm just parched," she answers after a few seconds. "Go ahead. I'll join you. "

With a pair of basketball shorts on and nothing else, I return to the bedroom, and after one last look at her, I head to the kitchen. There, I scavenge the fridge for anything we can eat. We need to regain some strength before the third round. I'll let her ride me this time like I've imagined more often than I care to admit. I want to lie back, trapped under her thick thighs while she bounces up and down on my dick, taking every inch of me like the greedy girl she is.

While a few boxes of leftovers heat up in the microwave, I gather our things, fold them, and make a pile of her clothes on the dinner table. By the time everything's ready, she still hasn't come out of the room.

Because she said she was thirsty, I fill a tall glass with water and rejoin her in the bedroom. I pause in the doorway when I find her sleeping on top of the covers, wrapped in my bathrobe. Quietly, I get closer and set the glass on the nightstand beside her. She looks so serene asleep like this that it's hard to imagine she's such a relentless and tenacious little thing when awake.

It looks like she needs rest more than she needs food, so I decide to let her have it. I'll eat, join her in bed, and maybe at some point in the night or tomorrow morning, we'll give the incredible sex another go.

One very last time before we have to return to reality.

Fuck, that won't be enough. Not at all.

D isoriented, thirsty, and hot, I regain consciousness with a startle. These aren't my sheets, this isn't my room, and the massive body pressed against me is confusing as fuck.

All at once, the memory of the evening hits me. I'm in Lex's apartment, in his bed, we had sex the whole evening, and… Shit, I fell asleep.

Still foggy, I do a quick assessment of the situation. Dawn's faint glow is the only thing lighting up the room, so it's still early. My whole body needs about two showers to clean off all of this stickiness. I'm half-turned on my stomach, and he's pressed on my back, part of his weight resting on me. I discarded the robe during the night—the belt was uncomfortable—so I'm naked. Despite the shorts he slipped on last night, Lex is also in the nude. Did he expect more sex?

Careful not to wake him up, I rotate around to face him, which feels like a game of body Jenga. He looks so appeased, almost like a different person. Awake, he's always tense and severe, but right now, the perpetual crest between his brows is gone, and the line of his mouth is relaxed. His hair is messy, and I'm almost tempted to brush it with my fingers. But I can't take the risk of waking him up.

I remain unmoving for a few seconds, secretly enjoying the moment.

The deed is finally done. I fucked Alexander, and now I'll be free to resume my life without the constant lust and tension.

I'm not inactive in bed, but I'm not very enterprising, either. With Lex, however, I ended up begging and pushing back against each of his thrusts. I demanded more, begged, endured, enjoyed… Sex was never like this for me. Not even close.

Slow but steady, I maneuver my way out of his embrace. As I untangle myself from his hold, he barely moves, his sleep particularly heavy. I quietly wriggle to the edge of the bed to sit up with my feet on the floor.

Ouch, I'll feel him there for a while. My core is sore and overworked, and the tendons inside my thighs are tender, not used to being stretched for that long.

I notice a large glass of water on the nightstand on my side of the bed, and I immediately quench my thirst with it. When I'm done, I glimpse at the sleeping form behind me, thankful he placed it there.

Just as I stand, I hear the ruffling of the sheets as he moves. Very slowly, I spin around, worried he's waking up. To my great relief, he's still deeply asleep, now lying on his back. He seems more tanned in the darkness. The duvet is low on his abdomen, and I can admire the shapes of his shoulders, arms, and torso. A shallow and superficial wave of pride invades me. I, Andrea Walker, was the center of such a man's attention. Lucky, lucky me…

On my way to the kitchen, I feel out of place, naked as I walk around an apartment I barely know. My things aren't on the kitchen floor anymore but folded on the dinner table. It's ridiculous, but knowing he picked my things up and arranged them feels more intimate than him eating me out. Especially when I find my underwear also neatly folded.

I get dressed and check the time on my phone, 5:47 a.m. Shit, I also have a bunch of texts. I completely forgot to text Tami, too absorbed by everything going on. Because she must be worried sick, I immediately text her to let her know I'm alive and well.

As tempting as it is to disappear without a word, it doesn't feel right. After his performance, Lex deserves a standing ovation. So, I open a few drawers from the console near the entrance to find a notepad and a pen. I detach a sheet and lay it on the wooden surface. What should it say?

Thank you for the best night of my life .

As true as it might be, it's way too pathetic. Thank you , will be enough.

I leave the note on the dinner table, orienting it where I think he'll come to find it. Then, after one last look toward the corridor that leads to his room, I vanish into the night.

It's early, but there's already some activity outside. I order an Uber since I can't be bothered with bus routes so early in the day. Four minutes until it gets here.

As I wait for it, the gravity of my actions slowly sinks in. Jesus fucking Christ . I'll have to share an office with the best lay of my life and pretend it never happened. Somehow, it's even worse than everything I've had to endure until now.

How could I be so stupid!? Why did I trust Kate with this? Even now, I know perfectly well that my lust-filled thoughts for Lex aren't gone. I'll still drool over him as soon as I see him at work in… three hours. Fuck .

I won't have to wonder how it would be because I know exactly what sex with Alexander Coleman is. It's a cataclysmic experience I'll never forget. Once you try slex , you can never go back to sex.

I'm still wallowing in self-pity when the black sedan arrives, and after a quick confirmation, I slip inside the car.

On my way home, I read my missed notifications. The messages from Tamika span over four hours, and I can tell she was more anxious with every text.

Tamtam

Hi girl. I'm wondering if you know when you'll get home. I want to order some pizza.

So, I ordered anyway. You'll reheat your slices if you want some.

Are you with Oliver?

He just told me you weren't. Where are you?

Answer me. Even if it's just a ‘k.'

Is everything okay?

I'm legit worried now. Call me whenever you can!

Shit. Shit, shit, shit… She thinks I'm into Oli, which I kind of am, but now I spent the night with another man. With our boss .

Feeling like the worst friend in the history of mankind, I check Kate's messages.

Kate

Tamika texted me. She's worried about you. Where are you?

She told me you're not with Oliver. Are you with you-know-who?

Babe, if this is happening, I'm going to need ALL the details.

Still at it?

Okay, it has to be some sexathon record by now…

Omg, are you guys seriously still fucking, or did you pass out?

I bet you passed out, you lightweight.

At least someone is pleased about this… I take a deep breath and force my thumb down to open Oliver's messages.

Oli

Hey, Hulkette. Tamika told me she couldn't find you. I hope everything is alright.

Starting to worry a bit here. Text me when you get home.

Welp, I'm not winning any friend-of-the-year award this time around.

As amazing as the night was, now that I have to deal with the consequences, it almost isn't worth it. Almost.

The experience will definitely outweigh whatever aftermath I have to handle. And the memories of it will warm me up at night when I lie alone in my cold bed.