Chapter 29

T he drive to Andrea's place is eerily silent. Tension li ngers in the air, and I use this time lost in my thoughts as I reflect on my actions. The novelty of her comes with ups and downs, and while the ups are exhilarating, I'm not good at handling the downs.

Expecting that she respects our agreement isn't ridiculous, is it? We agreed on exclusivity. I'm the only man she should be seeing, the only one she should welcome in her bed.

I park close to her building, and although I expect her to get out when I turn off the engine, she doesn't. "Do you want to come in rather than wait in the car?" she hesitantly offers.

I nod without a word, and we exit the car. Our ride up in the elevator is just as silent, and I can't bring myself to break it. I observe her nervousness when her hands tremble as she unlocks her door. We enter, and I discover the space with genuine interest. The main door opens to a short hallway, and then we step into the main space.

"So, living room, kitchen, and those doors are Tamika, bathroom, me," she explains. "Just give me five minutes, and we can go."

As she heads to her room, I venture into the apartment. My feet lead me to a shelf filled with trinkets, and I can easily guess which things are hers and which are Tamika's. Andrea's fondness for pop culture contrasts with her roommate's pastel aesthetic.

I distractedly listen to her shuffle in her room as I explore some more. When I notice that my nose, throat, and eyes seem slightly irritated by something, I ask with a clear voice, "Do you have a cat?"

"We kept one for a few days. Why?" she answers from her room.

"My allergy is acting up. I was wondering if it was normal."

"Oh… The cat never came into my room, if you want to—" She stops abruptly when she sees I'm already there, standing in the doorframe. There must be something in my eyes that triggers her apprehension because she asks, "What?"

Looking away, I nervously scratch my jaw to give myself time to think. I shouldn't say a fucking thing, but my stomach has been in knots since she mentioned him.

"Who is Idris?" I demand.

Surprise flashes on her pretty face. "Nothing. Ignore it."

"He's obviously not ‘nothing' since you were about to spend the weekend with him."

She rolls her eyes, displeased by my insistence. Can she blame me for it, though? Doesn't she think I'm entitled to an answer?

"Isn't my word that I'm not sleeping around enough, Lex? Don't you trust me?" she asks.

The problem isn't trust. The problem is that as potent as this thing between us feels, it's flimsy at best. It won't take her long before she remembers we're not meant to get along and moves on to someone better than me. And the more men she allows near her, the faster it'll happen. And then what? I return to my boring, joyless life?

When I try to talk, my throat is tight with nervousness and anguish. "I'm not—It's not the—"

I pause, cursing my uncooperative tongue. Words rarely fail me, but I can't conjure one that could salvage this.

Something that resembles pity passes in her eyes. Without a word, she walks up to her nightstand and opens a drawer. She retrieves something small and pink from it and throws it toward me. I instinctively grab it as it lands on my chest. It's a sex toy—the kind that only focuses on the clitoris.

"This is Idris," she explains, her voice suddenly soft and compassionate. "Idris has been the only ‘man' in my life, besides you, for almost a year."

For a moment, I feel like the dumbest piece of shit that ever lived. That's not something I'm used to.

But when I look at her and see the genuine care in her eyes and how hard she's trying to respect my feelings and appease my fears, another kind of emotion takes over. One that has my chest tightening so hard that I can barely breathe.

I'm falling in love with this woman.

How could I not?

She stands there in her overalls and red sweater, having just thrown her sex toy at me. There's not a doubt in my mind that she's the most authentic, true-to-herself person I've ever met. She's an open book, and I feel normal around her because she's so easy to read she might as well have subtitles.

From the moment I met her, she's always shown who she was, always been herself. And while some of it took a bit of time to grow on me, I now adore every single part she's shown me, from her impulsivity to her insecurities.

Oblivious to the havoc wreaking my mind, she comes closer, still adamant about clearing the air between us.

"You need to trust me, Lex. I believe you when you say you won't see anyone else, even though you probably have a swarm of willing women at your feet. The fact that you can't bring yourself to believe me is honestly hurtful, and it will drive me away."

"I believe you," I finally state.

I'm apparently not as convincing as I thought because she feels the need to step closer and say, "Lex, I've never been fucked as good as you do. I won't sleep around."

"There's more to life than sex. And you don't even like me as a person."

Despite the seriousness of the moment, she smiles. "I don't like you very much when you accuse me of doing things in the dark with Oli. But otherwise, you're growing on me."

"Hm… I suppose the exposure therapy is working."

"It really is. So much that even if I had men lining up at my door, I'd still choose you, baby ," she concludes, hooking her arms around my neck. The endearment has the same effect as when she first used it. My entire chest goes warm at it, small fireworks going off in my head.

"Even if I'm a possessive jerk?" I ask.

"As long as you're my possessive jerk and you trust me, yes."

I lower enough to give her a tender kiss. "I trust you."

As if to seal the promise, she rises to her toes and kisses me harder. The following embrace is tender, sensual, and longing. We take our time, enjoying the moment and the closeness. Her proximity, warmth, and bed a few feet from us make me crave her.

I'm not the only one feeling that way since she pushes against me to make me sit on the mattress. She takes her sex toy from my distracted grip and throws it back into its drawer.

"Take your shirt off," she commands, turning around to get something from her closet. I comply, unbuttoning my shirt. When she returns with a pair of scarves, I immediately understand what she has in mind. Really? Now?

"My bed, my rules," she says, sensing my reluctance.

"I don't think watching a movie is the b est idea right now."

"We're not watching a movie," she counters, her voice husky and sensual.

I'm about to refuse when something in her eyes stops me. This isn't just a sex thing. This is about showing her I'm willing to be vulnerable and trust she won't abuse it. About surrendering and letting go of the control I cherish. About letting her do to me something no one else has ever done.

"I promise you won't regret it," she tries.

"I highly doubt that."

Despite my words, I finish removing my shirt, let it fall to the floor, and center myself on the bed. The gratitude on her face already makes whatever's about to happen worth it.

I'm anxious the whole time she ties my wrists to the bedposts. She's meticulous, ensuring the restraints aren't too tight and making knots that can be removed easily.

"Is it alright?" she asks once it's done. I tug, writhe, and nod.

Satisfied with herself, she takes a couple of steps back and admires her work. The look of pure lust on her face is impossible to miss.

"Do you remember our safe word?" she asks as she slowly removes her overalls, pushing them down her legs and kicking them to the side.

I nod, mesmerized by her sensual gestures. I almost, almost wish she still had that ridiculous mustache on because it would have helped contain my arousal, which is already climbing dangerously high.

"Then say it for me," she demands.

My throat is dry as I mumble, "Pigasus."

To reward me for my cooperation, she then removes the red sweater, and what she reveals underneath has me cursing under my breath. She's wearing a lacy ensemble, the same red as her sweater, and it's the first time I see her in proper lingerie. I can see the dark circles of her nipples, as well as the triangle of curls between her thighs, and my hands tingle with the need to touch her.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I grunt, pulling on the restraints and sighing with displeasure. "I'm already regretting agreeing to this."

My suffering amuses her, and she sensually climbs on the bed to straddle me.

"Hi," she murmurs, bending down to kiss me.

I barely get a graze of her lips before they follow an imaginary line down my upper body. She tortures me, kissing, biting, and licking an irregular pattern on my exposed skin. When she reaches a flat nipple, she lingers longer, licking and blowing cool air on it until it hardens. I'm sure she can feel my cock twitching underneath h er, because it's so hard I can feel a pulse in it. After mirroring her ministrations to the other side, she resumes her exploration south. When her mouth gets to my belt, she gives me a sultry look as she unbuckles it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I need to cool the fuck down, or I'll come as soon as I enter her.

She might be in charge, but I can't let that happen.

A s I open Lex's slacks, all I can think of is how crazy it is that I never gave him a blowjob. I guess we're always busy doing other things. The suspense ends tonight, though, and I'll finally know how it feels to have Lex explode on my tongue. At least, I will if I can make him come with a blowjob. Which I'm not extraordinary at.

My lack of self-confidence hits me at once, and I hesitate, Lex's half-opened zipper between my fingers. He's incredible at oral sex, and I fear I'll disappoint him with my mediocre skills. The memory of the last time I went down on a guy returns to me. At least you have a nice ass to compensate…

Tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them, and Lex catches my sudden dismay.

"What's going on?"

"I-I lied when I joked that my head ‘never had any complaints,'" I explain. He frowns, not sure what to answer. "I'm not good at it, but I can get better. You can teach me what you like, and I'll do my best." A frustrated tear runs down my cheek, and I angrily wipe it. "I promise I'll try, Lex."

Why didn't I practice more? Lex deserves someone who can match his experience. Someone who can blow his mind as much as he blows mine. Pun intended.

"To hell with these fucking scarves," he growls, trying to get free and making the bed rattle. "Andrea, there's no way your lips on me could ever feel wrong. But in any case, practice makes perfect, right? I'm a patient man."

"What if I never become good at it?"

"Then it doesn't matter. There are other things. I've never enjoyed sex as much as I do with you."

My eyes widen at the revelation. "Wait, how on earth am I your best lay?"

"I don't know how to explain it. I can 't stop wanting you, and when I have you, I only want more. You're constantly on my mind."

"Are you lying to me to make me feel better?" I dubiously ask.

"That's really not my style." True, Lex isn't one to lie to preserve someone's feelings.

"Tell me gently if I'm doing something you don't like, okay?"

"I don't see what you could do that I wouldn't thoroughly enjoy. Except maybe bite me."

I giggle, truly reassured. I'm not bad to the point where I'd bite down on his dick.

With my confidence restored, I finish opening his zipper. Time to see if he has Nintendo-themed underwear.

To my great dissatisfaction, it's just black boxer briefs. The hard-as-fuck dick underneath doesn't disappoint, though. My discontented pout makes him smile broadly. God, he truly is the most gorgeous man I will ever see.

"This is the first time a woman has reacted so poorly to what she found in my pants," he jokes, a little cocky.

Then he taps his shoes together behind me with a mischievous smile. Oh God, he didn't! Because I can't miss an opportunity to tease the shit out of him, I straddle him the other way strained around and bend in a way that surely gives him a glorious view of my ass.

He growls something, and the bed protests as he pulls on his restraints. This is so much fun. Once his shoes come off, it all makes sense. He's wearing Mario socks.

"Did you buy them just for me?" I ask, twisting around to meet his eyes.

"I thought you might like them, yes."

I move back to straddle him forward-facing and thank him with a passionate kiss. Is it stupid of me to find it so adorable? God, how I adore him.

"Look at us… I wear sexy lingerie for you, and you wear geeky socks for me. And we kind of had matching outfits."

The following kiss is somehow different from all the others we've ever shared. There's a profound longing, a lazy amorousness that makes our gestures languorous and patient. It's the intense clenching of my core that forces me to stop. My slim fingers slide under the waistband of his pants before tugging at it. He helps me, raising himself, as I pull them down, along with his boxers. His dick springs out to rest hard and long on his lower abdomen, pointing to his navel.

"I think I'll have you entirely naked, with only your socks on."

"Don't you dare."

"What will you do if I disobey?"

"Walker, you don't want to know. "

My intimacy pulses at the threat, knowing perfectly well I'd love whatever punishment he'd cleverly come up with.

"How about this? I'll take your socks off, but you still do to me whatever you have in mind?"

His eyes become almost entirely black, and I quench my victorious grin. I'm becoming very good at getting to him. With avid movements, I remove his pants, socks, and boxers, throw the messy bunch on the floor next to us, and come back on top of him, low enough to level my head with his incredible erection. Trying to display confidence I'm not feeling, I circle his swollen girth with my fingers and gently massage it, locking my eyes on his.

"How are you always so hard for me, Alexander?" He groans and fists the restraints, his knuckles turning white.

Mischievously, I bend to bring my mouth closer to him. He waits, absolutely unmoving, and I find the moment strangely empowering. I'm still caressing him up and down with my hand when a clear stream of precum escapes the tip of his shaft to roll down on it.

This is too tempting to miss, so I lick it up his rigid length, ending with a kiss underneath its round head, making him curse under his breath. The salty flavor spreads on my tongue, and I hum appreciatively. Lex is about to become my favorite flavor.

Feeling amorous, I move along his impressive size, kissing and licking, following the veins with my tongue, giving special attention to the crease under the tip while I fondle his heavy sack with my hand.

I can hear the strained breaths he lets out, the wood of the bed protest when he pulls on the ties, and see his abs flex. I'm definitely doing something right.

"Since we agreed on honesty, I have to say I don't particularly enjoy being tormented like this."

As if to disprove what he just said, another clear drop seeps out of his tip. I dutifully lick it clean, enjoying his salty tang once more, and send him a dubious smile. "Betrayed by your own body. Must be tough for you, Coleman."

"Andrea, you will regret this when it's my turn to tie you up."

"You need to win a bet for that first."

"That, or I could just—Ah, fuck!"

I don't let him finish his threat, finally welcoming his shaft in my mouth. It's only the tip at first, my tongue rolling around his swollen head while my hand pumps him from his base to my pursed lips. I try to recall everything I read in Cosmopolitan and on the internet. No teeth, suction, breathe through the nose, use spit, focus on the underside of the tip, eye contact… It's a lot to think of at once.

Hopefully my enthusiasm will make up for my lack of practice. I sheath my teeth with my lips and take more of him in. With a languid rhythm, I bob my head up and down, running my tongue across the veiny skin, as smooth as satin. My cheeks are hollowed out, my eyes fixed on his, and I'm greedy to feel his pleasure burst out in my mouth.

"Fuck, yes… Just like that," he groans. His face is red from my tormenting ministrations.

I must be quite the sight, with his thick length moving in and out of my mouth, because Lex moans, "I want to touch you. This is fucking torture."

With a pop, I let his dick out of my mouth to gaze up and say, "It's my moment, so deal with it, Coleman."

Enthusiastically, I take him in my mouth again and suck on his cock harder, enjoying every frustrated and desperate sound that escapes him. A little too ardent, I increase the pace, still pumping his base with my fist.

He jolts under me with a slight hiss. "Andrea, teeth."

Fuck. Moving up until he's out of my mouth, I offer him a confounded grimace. "Sorry…"

"It's okay. You're doing great so far."

When I take him in again, I force my jaw to open wider so I don't risk grazing his tender skin again. I swallow as much of him as I can, reveling in his unique taste and texture on my tongue.

It's frustrating to not have all of it, though. The part that doesn't reach past my lips is taunting me, defying me to do better. I've never tried to go further than what the inside of my mouth can hold. Before Lex, blowjobs were a necessary duty, something I never found appealing. Right now, though, it's as exhilarating as when I'm on the receiving end of his ministrations. I feel powerful instead of diminished.

He's obviously enjoying my efforts, and it gives me the courage to try to take it further. Settling more comfortably, I let Lex's dick glide as far as it can—about halfway in. When I open my throat and push further, the sensation of his cock in my esophagus is foreign. It isn't comfortable, but it's more than bearable.

Little by little, I take more of him, moving slightly up and lowering further every time. My eyes are closed to focus on my gag reflex and not puke all over him. To my great surprise, my nose reaches the trimmed hair of his lower abdomen. I'm less than an inch away from having it all in my mouth.

Because I've never had a reason to shove something down my throat, I'm only noticing now that I don't have an overwhelmingly sensitive gag reflex. Amazed to have realized that, I look up at Lex, moving back slowly, and then I swallow all of him again, forcing myself down until my lips reach the base of his length. He 's positively helpless, his gorgeous face veiled with lust and desire.

"Andrea, I feel useless," he argues. "Untie me so I can at least return the favor."

Ignoring his pleas, I deepthroat him, feeling like a sex goddess. A little too enthusiastic, I trigger some gagging, which forces me to stop moving. Lex grunts, and given his rapturous expression, I understand my throat spasming around him must feel good. When it passes, I carefully resume my movements.

My jaw becomes sore, and I grow lightheaded, so I move on to his balls for a moment, pumping his cock with my hand as I do. I lick the thin skin and gently suck on them, taking as much as I can in the warmth of my mouth.

"Woman, you fucking lied."

"About what?" I ask, releasing his ball to move on to the other.

"You're incredible at this." Joy and pride have my head spinning with delight. "I don't want to come like this, but I can't hold back much longer. You have to stop."

As much as I want to feel his dick inside of me, I would rather make him come like this. I'm about to discover the taste of his cum, to feel it spurt out down my throat, to swallow it…

I adamantly take him in my mouth again, showing so much enthusiasm he can't ignore what I want.

"Fucking hell," he curses, making the headboard crack when he pulls on the scarves like a possessed man.

"If you break my bed, I'll bite you."

Following my sweet threat, I shove him down my throat again. Little by little, he loses his internal battle. His hips roll sinuously as he pushes himself further into my mouth.

"Andrea, I'm about to come." I suck harder, taking him further. "I'm serious. If you don't want it in your mouth, you have to stop now."

I move up to only keep the tip in my mouth, sweeping my tongue on the sensitive underside of it while I pump him with my hand. It slides easily on his skin, glistening with my spit as I jerk him off at a fast pace. He mumbles an endless chain of curses until a moan escapes his lips. Spurts of his pleasure shoot into my throat, warm and thick on my tongue.

My clit pulses with enthusiasm as his cum fills my mouth, his eyes looking at me intently the whole time. He tastes good, but then again, Lex never does anything poorly or average.

With hollowed cheeks and my busy hand, I push him as far as I can, taking all he has to offer. Once he gives me everything, I straighten up with my mouth full of his cum, and meet his unfocused gaze. Feeling wicked, I slowly swallow, wipe my mouth with my index in case any of it spilled, and then suck it clean.

I don't think I've ever felt prouder than when I slowly crawl my way up his perfect body on my hands and knees until I'm straddling him. Because I know it's a hang-up for some men, I won't force a kiss on him, despite how much I want one, so my mouth hovers near his lips, letting him decide what he wants. He surprises me when he takes what I offer with unmasked hunger. We unabashedly share his taste, our tongues familiar and greedy. There isn't an ounce of toxic masculinity in this man.

After a moment, I move away, breathless. "I think I enjoyed that even more than you did."

"Impossible."

To prove my words, I press the dripping lace covering my intimacy on the bare plane of his stomach.

An animalistic growl rolls in his chest, and he kisses my neck. "I'll return the favor if you untie me."

I long to comply, but I also enjoy having him tied up. It's great to see the almighty Lex not so domineering anymore. I'm in a conundrum until my inexperienced brain thinks of a perfect solution.

"Nice try, but you don't need your hands for that."

Very proud of myself, I slide my panties down my legs and move up, ready to get into a more suited position. When he understands what I have in mind, a naughty smile stretches his lips.

"You will be my doom," he says.

"And you will be mine."