Chapter 30

A ndrea decided to test my stamina tonight. And how much her bed's headboard can take before it breaks.

But she looks so pleased with herself as she crawls up my body that I wouldn't change a thing. Being in charge has her shining with confidence, and I love seeing it.

And the fucking view I get when she sets her knees on each side of my head is spectacular. I groan at the sight, sensing my cock twitch.

"You weren't kidding. You're all swollen and open for me. And fucking dripping."

"I enjoyed it a lot, yes."

"You'll enjoy this even more." I have to lift my head to give her clit a small kiss, which makes her jolt and grip the headboard. "Now sit, Andrea, don't hover."

"I don't want to suffocate you."

"You won't."

"Lex, I'm not explaining ‘death by vagina' to a coroner."

I chuckle and stretch again for a lick along her slit. Her taste is heaven… "If that happens, just know I died a happy man," I humor. "Now, smother me with that beautiful cunt of yours, Andrea."

She complies just a little. I reward her with long laps to clean off the excess wetness. Then my tongue curls around the needy bud of her clit, but since she isn't sitting on my face yet, I make it light enough to drive her mad. She gives up with a moany protest, and I finally allow myself to feast on her.

As I fuck her from below with my tongue and lips, she writhes and jolts, hands clasped around the edge of the headboard. I nearly lose it when she takes her bra off and fondles her small tits with her hands, pinching her nipples, rolling them between her f ingers. That's my job, but my hands are still fucking tied.

Even in this situation, though, I manage to regain some control. I still get pleas out of her as she rides my face, keeping her balanced between pleasure and frustration. I withdraw, slow down, change the pressure… On more than one occasion, she begs me to let her come.

When she can't take the edging anymore, her fingers tightly clutch my hair as she fucks my face. She comes with a shaky cry, her legs trembling from the intense pleasure. When the sensation becomes too much and she pushes herself up, I bark, "Stay down."

She only hesitates for a second before following my command and lowering again. I stretch her orgasm to the borders of tolerable, and then I give her mercy, slowly lapping as she comes down.

I give one last kiss to her satiated pussy and let my head fall back with a satisfied sigh. Her limbs shake as she gets off my face to lie by my side. Using a corner of the sheets, she wipes away the wetness on my lower face and gives me a short but intense kiss.

"Can I be untied now?" I ask. I'm not begging yet, but almost.

The mischievous glimmer in her eyes tells me she isn't done with me yet. "Where's your wallet?" she asks.

When I understand why, my head falls back on the pillow. Shit . "It's in my jacket, in the car."

"Fuck… I don't know where Tamika keeps her condoms—if she has any."

"If you untie me, I'll go get one," I offer.

She scrunches her nose, disliking the idea. I lie there, useless, as her pretty little head thinks of her options while her fingers gently graze my erection. When she decides what she wants to do, she looks at me with a flirtatious smile and lifts herself to get on top of me. I'm still confused when she kisses me tenderly and grinds her wet folds onto my length.

Only when she aligns my round tip at her entrance do I understand what she has in mind. We're doing it raw, dismissing the use of a condom. Those were always a part of sex for me, first to prevent unwanted pregnancies, and then as a barrier for diseases and infections. Because I've never been in a committed relationship, I've never allowed myself to enter a woman without one.

So, I've been waiting for this for a while—not only with her but also my entire sexual life.

Which is why I refuse to do it helplessly bound like this, unable to fully enjoy it.

Just as she's about to lower herself onto me, I blurt out, "Wait! I'm not doing this tied up, Andrea."

There must be something in my voice or eyes that convinces her to untie me this time. She frees my right hand first, which I rest on her hip while she takes care of the left one. As soon as she's done, I pull her in for a long and thorough kiss, hands caressing and fondling her curves to make up for lost time.

She allows me to roll us around until I'm on top of her. I reach for my cock and press its tip on her wet cunt, making her moan and arch into me. It's as though the surrounding air turns electric, and the earth stops spinning. Something meaningful is about to happen, and time itself has gone still.

"Are you sure?" I ask, meeting her sparkly eyes. With a confident smile, she nods and gives me an encouraging peck on the lips.

Still somewhat anxious, I increase the pressure on her opening, and the heavenly sensation that follows has me clenching my teeth. Fuck, she feels even warmer like this, and the texture of her drenched walls is incredible around my cock. I take my time, slowly sinking in, savoring it. And there is so much to be savored…

The artificial sleekness of the latex is gone, so it's all her—all tight, and wet, and soft… It's so much more organic like this, so intimate.

"Fuck, this is amazing," I grunt roughly. "You feel so good."

"You too …"

I've waited fifteen years for this moment. And as I pull back and thrust back in, I know I'd wait fifteen more years just so I'd get to experience it first with her.

The woman I'm slowly but unavoidably falling in love with.

M uffling a desperate moan into the humid crook of Lex's neck, I spread my legs wider, demanding more. He lowers down, and the entirety of him sinks into me. Then he begins a sensual roll of his hips, filling and emptying me with a maddening fervor despite his slow pace. Already, pleasure grows within me, the promise of its heights making me fear I might lose myself tonight. Beneath him, I arch my hips in rhythm with his and lift my knees higher to his sides.

With my hands, I explore the firm shapes of his back, following its tense muscles, sometimes remaining on his round ass, inviting him to go deeper. I can feel the voluptuous movements of his body, and it makes me crazy. He has some sweet moves for a white boy.

It's insane how even missionary feels like an adventurous position with him. He does everything with skill and commitment. I'm all but drowning in his eyes, and what I see in them confuses me. He admires me with a mix of wonderment, adoration, and affection. It's too much. I can't help but have hope when he stares at me like this.

Intense waves of tenderness and conflicting feelings overwhelm me, and I don't know how to handle them. My chest swells, the ache of it painful yet delightful. It's like I can't hold everything I'm feeling, but I welcome all those emotions.

Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, which I fear he might misread. So, I kiss him, and he gladly falls for it, our tongues tangling passionately. My whimpering moans land in his mouth, echoing his heavy breaths and occasional grunts.

We've never had sex like this, with such intensity and care, or so many emotions passing between us… He's taking me with poignant devotion, his rhythm unhurried and intense, as if we have the entire night.

The truth of what's happening suddenly hits me. We aren't fucking or having sex.

We're making love.

Lex is making love to me.

The realization sends a plethora of conflicted feelings through me, and to my surprise, it triggers my orgasm. A cry passes from my lips to his, my body contracting from the pleasure. He slows down as I shatter, my hands desperately clinging onto his back, my short nails probably leaving red marks over his tanned skin.

Lex accompanies me, from the highest delights to the slow climb down, holding me tight against him. When my shivers regress, his lips come to rest on my temple as I press my forehead on his shoulder, my breathy moans now getting lost somewhere between us. The entire time, I'm aware that all my wetness is directly coating his shaft, making it even better. It's all for him.

When my head falls back onto the pillow, Lex uses my relaxed state to drop pecks as light as feathers on my flushed face. He kisses every spot he can think of—between my eyebrows, my temples, the tip of my nose, my closed eyelids, the corners of my mouth… His tenderness adds to the swelling sensation in my chest to the point where it becomes almost unbearable.

It isn't right to be feeling all of this. We're still far from the end of our trial period. I can't fall for him so fast and so hard.

His kissing endeavor ends, so I slowly peel my eyes open to marvel at his perfect face. "Hi," he says with a charming smile.

"Hi."

My shy, exhausted reply earns me an indulgin g chuckle. "Ready for the next one?"

"Since when do you bother asking?"

"You just seem overwhelmed." With a delicate hand, he brushes away my sweaty bangs. "Are you alright?"

No, I'm not.

I'm falling in love with you.

"Yeah. I really enjoy having you in my bed, that's all," I lie.

"I really enjoy having you anywhere."

His amusement is contagious, and when our lips meet again, they're bent into grins. He attempts a few careful thrusts to ensure I'm good to keep going, and I spur him on by pulling him closer and writhing my hips under his. Following my encouragement, his momentum picks up.

"You can't fathom how badly I want to come inside of you," he grunts in my ear, giving me a deeper thrust. "I want to pump you full of my cum, so you'll keep some of me with you for days."

My insides clench around him, and I helplessly moan. On Monday, after this weekend of condomless sex, I'll be sitting in the office, where no one could ever guess what we did, but Lex and I will know. When we cross paths, we'll know some of his pleasure remains inside me.

"I want it too," I confess with a hoarse voice. "I want to walk around with your pleasure still in me and be constantly reminded that you came over and over inside my pussy, that you left it overflowing and overused."

My words affect him further than I intended, and he swears before hastening his pace. His tender lovemaking slowly shifts into something rougher. It's easier this way. I can handle fucking, but lovemaking is conflicting.

Seconds stretch into minutes as he plunges harshly in and out of me. His sweaty skin looks oiled like an actual Greek deity. My throat grows sore from all the cries and moans, my inner thighs aching from being spread open so widely. I know he's reaching his climax when he sends a hand between us to jumpstart my orgasm.

"Aah… baby, yes!" I'm about to come harder than ever.

It only takes a few rolls of his thumb over my clit for me to explode. I cry, arch, tremble… Shivers and jolts crawl through my body, my whole frame tense despite how light I feel at this very moment.

My insides quiver around his shaft, bringing him to his climax. He moans in my damp hair and tenses on top of me, his hips buckling to go as deep as he can. I feel his essence spurt out inside me, filling me up with everything he has.

I hold him tightly, enjoying his increasing weight on my exhausted body. These moments are almost as enjoyable as the sex itself. I adore this vulnerability, these brief minutes where we 're both at our weakest, supporting and holding onto each other.

We slowly regain our senses, and Lex pushes himself up enough to stare at me with another one of his confusingly intense gazes. Without a word, he kisses me tenderly before pulling out. He rolls away to lie by my side and pensively stares at the ceiling.

Because I'm not ready to let go yet, I roll against him and lay my head on his broad chest, hooking an arm and a leg over him. Lex moves to accommodate the new position and passes his arm around me, the tip of his finger drawing mindless swirls on my naked shoulder.

We stay like this for a while, in the aftermath of our mind-blowing sex, enjoying the silence. The whole evening was an emotional rollercoaster, from arguing about trust to proving how much we trust each other.

"Do you think I'm a bad dancer?" I ask out of the blue, remembering the moment in the Troll's Lair.

"I found you fascinating to look at. But then, I often think that when it comes to you, so I might not be the best judge."

His answer delights me beyond words, especially when I witness the genuineness in his gaze. Feeling amorous, I snuggle closer to him. God, I wish we could stay like this forever.

Alas, life has other plans.

"We should go before it gets late," Lex suggests. I frown and pout, reluctant to let go. "Come on. We'll be just as comfortable in my bed."

I groan and tighten my hold on him. "I still have to pack my things."

"Do it while I shower," he orders, ripping himself away from me after a quick kiss on my forehead. "We'll stop for some food on the way. I'm starving."

The mention of food stops me from complaining, and then he stands up and stretches, which incapacitates my ability to form thoughts. His ass is out of this world. And for some reason, I really like seeing the red marks I clawed all over his back, from his shoulders to low on his ribcage. He exits my room, so I force myself out of bed, trying to think about what I should take for this weekend. Clothes will be kind of optional.

I barely take one step before my door suddenly opens. Lex quickly comes in before slamming it shut, mumbling an endless series of "Fuck," and hiding his junk behind his cupped hand.

"What's going on?" I worriedly ask.

"Your roommate is home."

My eyes become wide, and my mouth drops open in shock.

Shit, Tamika told me she'd go clubbing after the party. But she's here. And she saw Lex coming out of my room.

Naked.

This isn't good at all .

With my heart pounding, I try to think rationally and decide what we should do. Lex is just as shocked, still hiding his junk.

"Are you sure she saw you?" I ask, fully hoping he noticed her before she could.

"I can assure you she did."

"Did she recognize you?"

"The level of shock in her eyes was from knowing you're fucking your boss rather than just having a man in your room," he frustratedly explains. "Fucking hell. I just exposed myself to one of my employees."

"Another one, you mean."

"Now's not the time for being clever, Andrea."

"I know… Fuck," I whimper, grabbing the first shirt I can find. I slip it on hastily while Lex gets his pants. When I check the clock on my nightstand, everything makes sense.

"We've been here for over two hours!?" Shit, we messed up big time. "What the hell are we going to tell her? I'm not ready for this. I thought we'd have more time before—"

My words die abruptly at the unmistakable sensation of semen dripping from my intimacy.

"What?" Lex asks, noticing my momentary distress.

"You're … leaking."

My cheeks burn at the admission while Lex frowns, needing a second to understand my meaning. When he does, his eyes drop to the apex of my thighs, and his pupils dilate. Oh, he really likes the image. In two steps, he's standing right before me, adamantly reaching down to run his hand up the inside of my thigh.

All notions of Tami are pushed far back into my mind as his fingers slowly slide up to gather the trail of cum there. Then, he shoves it back inside me with two thick fingers. His gestures are experimental more than sexual, even when he thrusts his fingers inside me to feel how he's coating my walls, to experience the sensation of his semen filling me.

"Lex," I rasp. "I need to go handle Tami."

He releases me, gazing down at his glistening fingers, and then looks back up. "What will you tell her?"

"I don't know yet. But she's a good friend. She won't gossip if I ask her not to."

"I can leave you two alone and wait for you in the car," he offers, wiping his hand on the side of his pants before he gets his shirt.

With a wince, I offer him an apologetic look. "It's not a five-minute talk. And she just learned we're having an affair. She'll be shocked to see we're in this deep enough to spend the weekend together."

His gestures as he slips his shirt on are ha rsh but precise. When he's done buttoning it, I can see how much he dislikes this change of plans. I slip on a pair of jogging pants before going to him.

"I'm sorry," I say, hooking my arms around his neck. "I swear we'll find another time for it. But I can't take the risk of Tamika not understanding." He's still silent, which makes me realize how much he looked forward to this weekend together. "I'll make it up to you."

He finally reacts by wrapping his arms around me to hold me close. "Next weekend, you're mine." I fight the urge to tell him I'm his every day of the week. "And Wednesday, you come home with me."

I nod, agreeing to his terms, and we exchange a quick kiss.

Tamika is on the couch when we come out. She stares at us with confusion and shock, and I can't help but grimace. Lex gives her an awkward hand wave as I accompany him to the door. With a heavy heart, I open it for him. During a few silent seconds, he stands in the doorway, the regret in his eyes crushing my soul.

"I'll see you on Monday, then," he says, bending for a kiss.

I recoil out of habit, slightly distressed. Lex fails to hide his irritation. Shit, I'm not handling this well. "I'll call you tomorrow," I say, squeezing his arm.

Without another word, he's out. As I watch him walk away, a twinge of guilt twists my guts. Shit, I can't let him go like this. I impulsively rush after him, barefoot.

"Lex, wait!" I call. He stops and turns around, surprised.

Before he can anticipate it, I throw myself in his arms and bring him in for a long and intense goodbye kiss. He's going home alone because of me; I'm not denying him one last embrace.

I move away from him and give him an affectionate smile. "Talk to you tomorrow," I promise before returning to my door. He's still standing there when I'm back inside, so I shoo him with a hand gesture. A silent laugh, a shake of his head, and he walks away.

"I'll shower, and then we can talk," I sign to Tami once I return inside. There's no escaping it, so, following a long shower to rinse Lex off of me and a change of clothes, I dismiss my cowardice and sit cross-legged in the armchair opposite her.

She must have already thought of what she wants to ask first because she doesn't waste a second to raise her hands and sign, "Is he the man you've been seeing?" I nod. "When did it start?"

"We first kissed during the evening we cel ebrated the sale of my app. We started having sex the night I went MIA."

"So it's not been that long. Does anyone else know?"

"Only Kate, I think. Maybe Kevin," I admit.

"Are you going to tell people?"

"We're waiting to see how it goes first."

"And how has it been going?"

"It's been… ups and downs. It's complicated, with work and all. Lex is also a very complex person."

"I can imagine that," she signs with humor. She takes a short break, thinking of what to ask next. "Do you like him?"

The question surprises me, even though it's to be expected. "I really do. He can be very sweet and touching. I love spending time with him, outside of… you know."

"I would never have imagined you two being a thing, but now I kinda see it," she eventually signs. "I would ask how the sex is, but you're practically limping." She's mischievous when she signs the rest. "And I saw what he's working with, you lucky girl."

I blush profusely, embarrassed to have such details about my sex life out in the open. Tami isn't usually this bold, but I can tell she's still a little intoxicated from the Kelex party.

"Could you not tell anyone?" I sign with pleading eyes. "People will assume I'm doing this because he's my boss, or he's taking advantage of me… That sort of thing."

"But you'll have to tell people at some point, no?"

"Yes, but I want to make sure it's for something solid, not a passing fling. I can endure the judging looks if I have something worth fighting for."

"I get it," she signs with a sympathetic smile. "I'm so glad I ditched the club. This is so much better."

We talk for a while longer, and Tamika asks me a few more questions. I don't want to make it weird for her or Lex, so I keep the details to a minimum. Then it's time to sleep, and we go to our respective rooms.

Once I'm back in mine, I wince at the messy state of my bed. The scarves are still tied to the bedposts, the covers are rumpled and undone, and there's a patch of wetness in the middle of it. Shit, he made me soak the sheets.

Just so it's not only because I'm lazy, I tell myself I'll change the bedding in the morning so I can sleep with Lex's scent etched to my sheets. It's so potent that when I slip under the covers, I can almost imagine he's right there with me. And it makes me regret not going with him to his place, as intended.

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm calling him on my phone. It rings for a while, and I want to hang up more with each tone. I'm being clingy. Before the fourth tone is over, I cut the call. Needy much?

The phone vibrates several seconds later, startling me a little. I answer it with a smile. "Hi."

"Hi. Sorry, I was in the shower," he say s.

"No problem, I just wanted to make sure you got home alright."

"You worry about me, Walker?"

"I'd hate to lose my amazing job because something happened to my boss," I tease. He chuckles low, and I swoon. "I wish I could have come with you."

"Yeah, me too. How did it go with Tamika?"

"Pretty well. She's delighted to have seen you in the nude and thinks it gives her leverage or something." Lex groans, and my smile grows wider. "I made her promise not to say anything to anyone, and I sweetened the deal with the promise of shopping tomorrow."

"That's good." There's a pause, followed by the electric buzzing of what I guess is his razor. When it stops, he says, "Turns out you'll be spending your weekend with Idris, after all."

"Oh, no… Idris stays in his drawer. I'm letting all this build up for Wednesday. My jaw is a little sore, but I think it'll be back to normal by then."

I efficiently make him lose his words. "Fuck, Andrea…"

"What? As you said, practice makes perfect, and I'm always looking to improve."

"I can't let you get any better at this. You'll have too much power over me if you do. Which now makes me realize I should have praised your skills more earlier, but I think my brain melted for a minute."

"Yeah, and then your mouth was too busy." Another moment of silence. God, I love teasing him like this.

"Fuck, that's it. Forget about Tamika and come here right now," he demands.

"Nuh-uh."

"So I'm supposed to go to bed like this?"

"Like what?" I ask, pretending I don't know what he means.

"I'd send you a picture, but I don't trust the internet."

Oh, wow… This is possibly the only dick pic I'll ever want to receive. "Fuck the internet. Make it impossible to identify."

"Nice try. What about building it up for Wednesday?"

"It's just for the eyes. I won't do anything with it."

"Hm …"

I'm jittery when the phone buzzes in my hand. I excitedly open the notification and let out a whimpering moan at the sight of Lex's massive hard-on. The shot isn't overly complex, taken from his venture point, looking down at his hard length. Shit, it truly is a gorgeous penis. And all of it was in my mouth, and then my pussy, mere hours ago. In the background, I recognize the marble floors of his bathroom.

"I never noticed how nice the floor of you r bathroom is," I comment when I put the phone back to my ear.

He laughs openly, and I can envision him shaking his head. "You really have a gift for keeping me humble."

"At your service." I move the phone away, wanting to peek at the pic again. To my great dissatisfaction, the message box is now empty. "Where did it go!?"

"I told you I don't trust the internet."

"You could have at least warned me. I would have taken a screenshot."

"Which is exactly why I didn't warn you."

"I thought you trusted me."

"I do, but I don't trust whoever might get into your phone." He makes sense, but I still feel robbed. "If you want more of it, it's right here for the taking, waiting for you."

"But I can't come."

"Not until Wednesday, no," he cleverly replies to my whiny plaint. "Are you in bed?"

"Mhm …"

"What are you wearing?"

Holy Mother of Christ… The thought of phone sex is enough to make me press my knees together. It sounds so hot, taboo, and intimate… My pajamas aren't even near sexy, though. I consider lying, but then decide he knows me, anyway.

"I'm wearing an old Lilo and Stitch shirt with four holes in it the last time I counted. And with that, I have shorts that don't match with only two holes. But one's over my butt, so it makes up for it."

"Mmm, sexy," he mumbles, humor littered in his voice.

"You don't deserve to get any spank material after the way you robbed me of mine."

"I thought you weren't doing anything with it."

"I changed my mind."

"Then I guess I'm not doing anything until Wednesday, either."

I argue that we'll have to find time to start the movie lessons eventually, and the topic drifts to something else. We talk about cinema for a while, then general science fiction, comics, books, video games… When my arm is sore from holding my phone, I roll to the side and put the device on my cheek, letting gravity do the job. The minutes pass on my clock, but I can't bring myself to end the conversation.

Despite my best efforts to remain responsive, fatigue slowly gains on me, and we reach a point where I yawn every other minute.

"You should sleep," Lex proposes.

"I'm good, I swear."

"It's okay, Andrea. We can talk tomorrow , or I'll see you on Monday."

I nod distractedly before remembering he can't see me. "Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow, Coleman."

"Good night, Walker. Or rather, good morning, given it's past five."

"Good morning to you, too."

Suddenly exhausted, I take the phone from the side of my face and cut the call, discarding it somewhere next to me. I hug the Lex-scented pillow, dipping my nose in it.

I really am falling in love with the man.

And I can't remember why that's a bad idea.