Playing It Safe(52)

“Absolutely filthy.”

I dart my tongue out to lick his bottom lip, and a low moan escapes him. My God, that moan of his is enough to kill me. Death by ridiculously hot sex with Alex, what a way to go. He kicks the sheets lower and completely off of him. His cock is perched at my entrance, but instead of impaling myself with it, which takes an unbelievable amount of control on my part, I take it in my hand and start rubbing it against my clit.

Alex’s hand tightens in my hair as the friction intensifies. “Make yourself come for me,” he growls against my mouth.

I’m good at directions too, for all of you keeping score at home.

Using Alex’s dick, sliding it up and down and all over the intended target has me on the verge already. What makes it even more intense is watching him watch me while I do it. His eyes burn through me as I use his body to fulfill my need.

“Alex, God, I’m so close.”

He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and then sucks on it with the perfect amount of pressure. When he lets go, he swipes his tongue across it slowly. “After you make yourself come, I’m going to f*ck the shit out of you.”

And that’s all it takes. Seriously. He barely gets the words “of you” out of his mouth before I’m shattering into a million pieces and panting his name out loud.

He cups my face in his hand and ravages my mouth with his, our tongues dancing to a rhythm all their own while my body comes down from its high. When we break off the kiss, our foreheads rest against each other’s.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful when you come, Julia.”

His whispered words make me feel all warm and gooey inside, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. He hugs me to him as he sits up and starts moving us to the side of the bed with my legs wrapped around him until his feet are on the floor. I climb off of him and go to stand, but he stops me.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” he instructs me, his voice laced with authority and hunger.

After I arrange myself like he wants me to, I look over my shoulder at him poised behind me, slowly stroking himself. I bite my lip and watch as he settles himself into position and takes hold of my waist before thrusting into me without any mercy. He keeps plowing into me, over and over, setting an unforgiving pace of straight-up, balls-to-the-wall f*cking, and God how I love it.

I throw my head back and meet him thrust for thrust. I grip my hands like a vise onto the ice-cream-stained sheets when I feel his hand skim down my spine until he reaches my waist. The next thing I know he smacks my ass with his open palm. Not hard, but hard enough that it stings for a second. At first I’m shocked, but I have to admit, it feels so good that I want more.

“Do it again,” I say through clenched teeth and look over my shoulder at him. His brow furrows in concentration, and he draws his hand back and slaps me again, this time a little harder.

He slaps me one more time, not any harder than the last time, but the lingering sting is beyond pleasurable, and mixed with his cock slamming into me, it’s the perfect combination. Alex grabs hold of my hair in a tight fist and grips my waist tightly with the other hand. I can’t believe it, but I’m going to come again, and hopefully I get to before he does because I know he’s close.

He yanks my hair back and drapes his body over my back. His mouth hovers over my ear when he says, “Hold on, baby.”

Alex lets loose behind me and turns it up a notch. When he reaches around with his hand to start rubbing my clit, I lose myself in a blinding orgasm, and not a second too soon either, because he follows closely behind me. His movements slow down until he pulls out entirely and wraps his arm around my waist and drops down beside me on the bed. I’m already flat on my stomach when I turn my head to find him staring right back at me with a pleased look on his face.

He leans forward and kisses my temple while his fingers trace my back delicately. So different from the sex-crazed Alex from a moment ago. But I like it, a lot. I could get used to this, whatever this is.

“You’re dirty again,” he points out.

“I know, but it was totally worth it.”

He lightly chuckles. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I yawn and stretch my limbs before propping myself up on my elbows. “I need to shower again and maybe take a nap. And not for nothing, but you really need to wash these sheets.”

“I will,” he says and places a kiss on my shoulder. “After we get out of the shower.”

“We?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, we. I earned it.” He sits up and drags my tired body along with him as he pulls us up to standing. “Let’s go, sleepyhead.”

“I’m not sleepy,” I say through another yawn, causing him to laugh. “You should take it as a compliment.”

“Trust me, I do,” he says proudly. “But I’d like you to stay awake a little longer. You never know what could happen in the shower.”

“Fine. I’ll stay awake.”

When we start walking toward the bathroom, he lightly slaps my ass in the same spot as before, and I rub my cheek to soothe it.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Just making sure you stay awake,” he says, and winks before ducking into the bathroom ahead of me.

I follow closely behind, thinking to myself about how many personalities Alex seems to have. There’s at-work Alex, friend Alex, sex-crazed Alex, tender Alex, and now this, this carefree and fun Alex. All of them add up to one hell of a man, and I’m starting to think that maybe I didn’t really know him at all before. That this Alex that I’m slowly getting to know is more than I gave him credit for and definitely more than I ever could have hoped for.