6. Lennox

CHAPTER 6

LENNOX

“I could spend days between your legs, Hallie,” I groan, pulling back to look into her beautiful green eyes. “But right now, I need to be inside you, filling you with my cock and my cum.”

I’m already addicted to the sound of her moans and pleas and the amazing noises she makes as she shatters from an orgasm.

I reach over to pull open the nightstand drawer, feeling around for a condom. When I find one, I rip the foil open with my teeth as she watches intently.

She’s nodding, whispering “yes” on tiny breaths.

I roll on the latex and shift my position above her, slowly guiding my length into her.

She stiffens, and I instantly pause, her wet, tight heat better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“No. Don’t stop. I’ll breathe through it. You’re just…so big,” she says, her eyes squeezed shut.

“It’ll be okay, baby. One inch at a time,” I grit out, as I feel her thighs relax outward.

Once I’m all the way in I begin to rock, and the moan that she lets out almost undoes me right then.

“Yes…” I say, as her pussy grips me like a velvet glove. I thrust harder.

“ Lennox, ” she whines. I feel the same.

“It’s so good, isn’t it?”

“Amazing,” she groans, her head dropping back.

I hold onto one of her thighs and focus on driving into her pussy at the exact angle where I feel her nails dig the hardest into my shoulders.

“Good like that?” I pant.

“Yes, yes …keep…going,” she says, gasping with each thrust.

“Ahh, Hallie….” I groan, my voice ragged. “Love, I need…”

“I know,” she breathes, understanding. “Just like that…I’m…”

“Do it, baby. I’m ready to explode. You feel too fucking good.” I stare down at her, my hips bucking into her.

“Lennox!” she suddenly screams, as her pussy latches onto me, spasming, milking me. “I’m coming…”

“Yes, god yes!” I roar, my body convulsing as my cock erupts, pulsing, spilling my seed into her. “Goddammit, Hallie!”

She’s still shaking as I ride out my climax along with her, muscles clenching and releasing like mad.

Finally, I collapse next to her, watching her sweat-glistened body heave, her fiery hair splayed around her shoulders, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her body.

Fuck, she’s a dream.

She turns to look at me, eyes wide with wonder, something swirling in their depths that makes my insides churn.

There’s definitely no going back from this.

* * *

The morning light peeks in through the kitchen window as I begin preparing the coffee. The quiet hiss of the stovetop kettle fills the silence as I scoop the grounds, my mind wandering to last night.

It’s hard to find the words to describe what Hallie and I shared. We made love with an intensity that left us both breathless. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been so satisfied and yet left so ravenously hungry for a woman.

I remember how her lips tasted like maraschino cherries and lime from the Shirley Temples. How her skin felt like silk under my calloused fingertips. How she matched my every move with a fervor that fueled my fire. When I came inside her, her body clenching around me, it was like a tidal wave, washing away all the doubts and fears that had plagued me.

As I pour the boiling water over the grounds, the rich aroma of the coffee mingles with the lingering scent of sex on my skin, and I can't help but smile.

Just as I hear the gurgle of the coffee beginning to drip into the pot, I hear Hallie padding up softly behind me. She wraps her arms around me, pressing her face to my back. I let out a low rumble, satisfaction mixed with longing.

“Good morning, growly,” she purrs, her voice laced with mischief.

“Morning, hon. Couldn't resist sneaking up on me again, huh?”

She chuckles.

“You’re never going to let me live down how we met, are you?”

“Nope,” I say, pouring a cup of coffee for her.

Then she slips her hands into my sweats, sliding them over my now ragingly hard cock.

I let out a strangled groan, my body already hungry for her again. It's like I'm back to being a horny teenager, experiencing this wild rush of desire for the first time.

“Mmm, just the way I like it,” she says, stroking me. “Hot and thick.”

“Fuck, Hallie…” I shudder, closing my eyes as she rubs over my wet tip, using my pre-cum to lube me up.

“So hard and so perfect,” she whispers, teasing the ridge of my head with her sweet fingers. My breath stutters and my belly clenches as I grip the edge of the counter.

“God, baby, yeah…right there.”

“Here?” she says, softly continuing her sexy torture.

“Christ, yes,” I groan, my hips involuntarily thrusting into her hands. My body starts to tremble. “You’re making my fucking toenails curl.”

“Mmm…” She doesn’t stop. “Come for me, Lennox. Right now, in my hands.”

And with that she sends me over the edge, shattering the last of my control. I surrender to the pleasure, letting out a savage growl as my release explodes.

Hallie works me through my climax, my hips writhing and jerking, my cum splattering over the countertop and her hands.

I’m still panting as she moans along with me, finally letting my cock slip from her grasp.

After I catch my breath, I clean us both up quickly with a towel and then turn to pull her into my arms.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” I say, searching her eyes. “You drive me crazy, Hallie. Not only that, you make me question everything I thought I knew.” I thread my fingers through her hair and kiss her fiercely, putting everything I have into this moment.

I’m in too deep, way over my head, but I can’t bring myself to care. This woman has captivated me completely.

When I pull back, though, something in her lovely eyes has changed.

“Lennox, I need to know something.”

I brace myself, expecting the worst. “What's that?”

“Are you just using me to get your mojo back, or is this real?”

Her question hits me like a punch to the gut. The truth is, I'm terrified this is all too good to be true, that my past will taint what we've started.

“It's just…” She pauses, biting her lip, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I know how women throw themselves at rock stars. All the parties, the groupies…” She waves her hand vaguely. “I want to believe you're different, but how can I be sure?”

I exhale sharply, raking my hand through my hair. “You know I'm not a party guy anymore. The rock star lifestyle nearly killed me. And I'm not the least bit interested in reviving that part of my life.” I pause, trying to find the right words to express the depth of my feelings. “Hallie, you… You make me feel alive. With you, I can be myself. It's been a long time since I felt that way.”

She searches my eyes, desperately searching for truth in my gaze. “But can you promise you won't fall back into old habits?”

I step closer, wanting nothing more than to erase the uncertainty in her eyes with my touch. “I can promise you this,” I begin, my voice unwavering. “I've never felt like this before. About anyone. You... You make me want to be a better man.”

Hallie's breath catches, but she still looks unsure. “I want to believe you. So much. But what happens when the real world comes knocking?”

Yeah. The real world. The one that made me turn to alcohol all those years ago. Who am I kidding? Maybe I can’t make ironclad promises. Nobody has a crystal ball.

I take a deep breath. “I won't deny my past, Hallie, but I don’t know how else I can explain to you that I'm not that person anymore.” I pull away from her, suddenly irritated. “I truly don’t know what else to say to you.”

She lets out a shaky breath and crosses her arms over her chest. I see the battle within her. She swallows and glances down at her bare feet. “Then maybe it’s just too risky for me to trust you with my heart.”

It feels like a slap to the face, and I want to crumple. Instead, I head to the sink and start cleaning up the dishes.

I shrug. “In that case, maybe you should just go,” I hear myself say, and it sounds so foreign—like someone else is saying it. An asshole.

She just scoffs, and then I hear her walk away. Probably up to the bedroom to get dressed.

And my heart twists painfully in my chest.