A warm hand is there, leaving a heated trail down her back as it glides over the descending course of her spine, leaving delicious tingles to pop and sizzle under her shirt. It was a soft touch, opposite to the rough palm the touch belonged to. Faye felt his breath hitting the back of her neck.

“You’ve been aroused all day?” he murmurs gently, his teeth grazing over the skin that connects her neck and shoulder. All oxygen leaves her body at the gravel voice. “Mm. I can’t wait to see the mess you’ve made down there.”

Her light pink lips part, lids slipping closed as her head falls back against his shoulder.

“You’re panting,” he murmurs as his other hand slips under her top. Her heart pounded louder and louder as she felt his tantalizing fingers find the cup of her bra. “I love it when you get like this.” The swift digits move into her cup. “All hot. And bothered.” She feels the calloused tips probe at her left nipple. A moan encases her throat. “So ready for me.” A pinch makes her hips thrust forward. “Are you wet and ready for me, little Faye?”

She had to stop herself from screaming as Alex continued his slow torture on her breast. “Oh God, yes!” she hisses in delight. “Alex!”

“Who’s Alex?”

Faye’s head snaps up to attention at the sound of the new voice, her eyes blinking away the groggy blurs that swarmed her vision. She was in her office, her arms curled in front of her on the desk. It took her five seconds to realize it had been a dream.

And it took her another five seconds to notice that she had practically created a puddle on her office chair.

Georgia, her assistant, was standing there, her coat on and a purse slung over her shoulder. This caused Faye to look over at the clock, her eyes widening to see that she had been off work for twenty minutes now. She felt the wetness between her legs thicken, her center practically creaming, as she remembered what Alex had promised her tonight. She smoothes her hair down before glancing back at Georgia.

“No one,” she quickly irons over that wrinkle. “I was just having a bad dream that Alex forgot to clean the bathroom again. I tend to have those when I realize he probably did forget.” This lie sounded ridiculous, but her secretary believed it.

“Alex?” she scrunches her brows before realization hits her in the face. “Oh! Alex. You’re roommate Alex. Alex, the lead-singer-of-All-Time-Low Alex.” Her face flushes a light red as she finishes rambling.

Faye freezes her shuffling of papers at the blush. “Why the embarrassment, Georgia?”

Her secretary’s face flushes even deeper as her boss comments on it. “It’s nothing! Like I said the other day, it’s just a school-girl crush. He’s just…” the younger girl has to fan herself. “He’s attractive. Which you probably have already noticed.”

The older girl has to bite her tongue to keep her possessive side from showing. “I, uh, I actually haven’t,” she lies. “Anywho, I’m heading home! I’m exhausted.”

A fake yawn falls past Faye’s lips, making Georgia say goodnight before exiting the office. Faye quickly finishes up stacking her papers and folders before grabbing her coat and purse and sprinting out of the building. All she could think about was what tonight held, the tone of promise in Alex’s voice when they’d been on the phone, and the fact that she had been soaked all day and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. The fact that he’d practically forbidden her from touching herself was arousing enough as it is, but the words he’d paired with that exclamation had echoed in her head since they got off the phone: I may seem selfish, but your pleasure is all mine.

Just the thought of those words was making a moan build up in her chest.

In seconds, Faye was jumping into her car and revving out of the parking lot of her office building. It was closing in on nine-thirty, meaning she’d left Alex in waiting for a half an hour more than she was supposed to. Her ass tingled at the mere idea of another spanking, which she had to be honest and say she might be anticipating.

It took her another six minutes before she was pulling up to her apartment complex. It was now ticking close to forty minutes past when she usually gets home from work and Faye was running faster than she ever had to get up to her and Alex’s flat.

Once she was in front of the door to her home, she abruptly stops to collect herself.

After making sure her hair was flat, no fly-aways or weird bumps, and checking her make-up in her little compact, it was exactly nine-forty p.m. on the dot.

A small exhale leaves her mouth before she’s unlocking her door and stepping in.

Everything seemed normal and fine. Her shoulders relax a tad before she turns to close the door behind her. Once her back was to the kitchen, she feels her coat being removed instantly, a gasp leaving her lips as an arm curls around her waist the second she was shed of that first layer. Then she feels his hand tugging the strap of her purse off her shoulder, letting that thump to the floor uncaringly.

Then his other arm is latching around her waist as well, pushing her into his body with a strength she didn’t know he owned. But she didn’t care. All she could concentrate on was the heat of his body, the way he enveloped her like he was shielding her from something. It was all so entirely intimate and her center throbbed.

“Forty minutes,” he mumbles in her ear hotly. “Please tell me it was because of some drastic situation.” Lips press underneath her lobe gently, moving down in sweet butterfly pecks.

She swallows. “I fell asleep.”

He stops what he’s doing. Her breathing stops within the moments he pauses, before she relaxes again as he chuckles against her neck. “You fell asleep?” he repeats back to her, fingers tightening over her sides protectively. “So silly, babe. Did you dream about me?”

“Actually,” she admits openly as lips caress at her flesh again, “I did.”

This caused him to cease his motions again but this time it was to spin her around so they were face to face. As their eyes connect, his lips break into a wide grin. “Really?” he asks, his voice starting to drop from humorous and playful into the deep, husky register that she now longed to hear. She nods as affirmation quickly. “Well, well.” A hand slides up her body sensually before cupping the back of her neck. “What did I do in this dream?” His face is leaning close, but so far away at the same time.

Faye licks her lips as her mouth suddenly runs dry. “You were…uh…” her cheeks shade a dark pink, almost as dark as the pink on her ass, and she tries to move her head down so she wouldn’t have to look him in the face, but the grip on her neck disallowed this.

“Tell me,” he encourages, not demanding, but she knew he would get it out of her.

Her innocent eyes hook onto his swirling, lust-filled ones without meaning to. He gives her a little squeeze on the back of the neck to urge her on. She takes a deep breath.

“You were…uhm…dirty talking,” she whispers the last part, her body practically blazing as hot as the sun. “And…touching…uh, touching me.” The embarrassment of saying such words aloud was making her so heated it was just adding to the warmth that sat between her legs.

A miniscule smirk etches onto his mouth. “Where was I touching you?” he asks darkly.

The sound of his graveled voice made her knees weaken into jelly, but his grip on her waist and neck kept her upright. Slowly, she brings a hand up near her chest, pointing at her clothed breasts. “Here,” she murmurs, not wanting to say the name of the body part aloud.

His molten chocolate orbs haze into an even dimmer color, his irises clouding over into a muddled black. At the sight, her breathing becomes irregular and her pussy clenches.

“I’m flattered,” he breathes, leaning forward even more. She desperately wanted to close the space between them, wanted to capture his lips with hers, but he wouldn’t let her. Not yet, anyway. “I’ve obviously made some kind of impression if you’re already having incredibly erotic dreams about me.” Another smile dampens his mouth, this one filled with such confidence, and her body was spasming again.

“Don’t tease me,” she mumbles harshly. “You’ve left me in waiting all day.”

He smiles, but this one was a bit more somber. “I would love to get down to it, really I would, but you wanted to have that talk.” At remembering this, her body eases down, shoulders drooping. “Shall we?”

Alex pulls her into their living room, both sitting down on the couch. He pulls her feet into his lap, starting to untie the laces on her lace-up heels. She smiles and settles back against one of the many pillows adorning the cushions. “So,” he begins, his nimble fingers working at the knots she expertly tied, “ask away.”

A brow rises on her forehead. “Ask?”

“I assume you have questions.”

Now that Faye thought about it, she did. She had quite a few questions, to be exact, and she was glad she had convinced him to have this chat. She sits up a bit more, still keeping her feet in his lap. She clears her throat and tries to think of where to start. “All right,” she drawls, her bottom lip sucking into her mouth as she ponders on what to say. A mist of lust clouds over Alex’s eyes at her little move, but she ignores this. “How did you get into this…uh, sort of thing?”

Now it was his turn to raise a brow, his fingers finally pulling the laces free on her first shoe. He begins to remove the heel, letting it plunk to the floor. “Care to elaborate?”

Another blush hits her in the face. “How did you get into this sort of sexual experience?”

“Ah,” he responds, nodding his head. His fingers start in on the other knot. “Well, if you must know, I had a girlfriend at one point—oh wait. Do you remember Shelley?” Faye thinks for a moment before nodding. Shelley and Alex had dated for about a year and a half but broke up because she didn’t want to commit. Yes, that was correct. She didn’t want to commit. “Shelley and I had had sex about three times before she asked me what my opinion was on dominating in bed. I’d never tried it before and she asked me if I would give it a shot for her. That’s really where it started I guess.”

“You guys did it a lot?” Faye asks, not helping but feeling a little prick of envy at the back of her brain. What, did she think she was the first girl Alex had done this with? Of course not. She shakes it off, trying to clear her mind again.

He shrugs. “Not terribly. But that’s not important. What’s important is that that was the first relationship that got me interested.”

His roommate nods, understanding. “How far have you gotten with this sort of relationship?”

Alex’s fingers had finished untying the second knot, his hands removing her other heel smoothly. That one falls to the floor too before his hands are back on her feet, massaging and rubbing. It wasn’t helping the mess she had created between her legs. “Hmm,” he hums in thought as he prods at the sensitive skin of her feet. It tickled, but she made sure not to make too much of a fuss. “If you mean have I gotten too far as in like, full-time commitment? Then no. I have researched dom/sub relationships and the works, including TPE—a twenty-four deal—and such, but I’m not interested in that scene. I just like the idea of doing it in the privacy of my own home and with someone I’m intimate with.” He grins over at her then. “Like with you.”

Faye hesitates, thinking over what he had said. She had understood some of what he’d told her, but her knowledge in this kind of sexual experience wasn’t as broad as his. So she sucks it up and forces herself to ask the next question. “Care to explain what all of that meant?”

He chuckles a bit. “Where did I lose you?”

“At the research part.”

Alex smiles, his fingers making heavenly motions on her feet. All the gestures were heading straight up her legs and into the notch nestled in the center. “Dom/sub relationships have many different meanings and titles and definitions. I don’t judge any of them, I just know what my certain tastes are and there are many, many things I am just not interested in trying. Some relationships are master/slave or owner/pet and other kinky roles, but I prefer for it to just be man and woman and the man exerting his power over her. Do you get what I’m saying or have I lost you again?”

“I think I get it,” she replies slowly. “So you are just one of the people in this scene that likes it in the bedroom?”

“That’s exactly what I am saying.”

“You like it to be just in the bedroom,” Faye repeats again, leisurely taking the time to let her tongue roll over the words so she could completely acknowledge them. “Where did your liking of this grow from? If you know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean,” he smiles over at her. “I guess I just find it quite arousing to control someone in bed, to have them trust me completely to take care of them. Like last night, when I’d given you your first spanking. It was incredibly stimulating to watch you try something new and to let me take over you like that. I’m not an extreme dom—which, actually, I don’t even consider myself a dom. I just like to dominate in bed, occasionally asking my partner if they want to try something new. It’s as simple as that.”

“How many partners have you had with this sort of thing?”

“My, my, aren’t you just full of questions tonight?” His tantalizing grin made her flush all over again, but he answers it anyway. “Shelley was my first that I experimented with. I had a brief fling with a girl who was super into this stuff, but she started asking me to do things to her that I wasn’t comfortable doing. Her name was Veronica. After that, I had a friends-with-benefits kinda thing with this girl Hope and it was fun for awhile but I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend at the time, and that’s what she wanted, so I had to break it off. Not trying to sound like a douche, but I just wanted it to be casual.”

“You don’t want it to be the twenty-four hour thing? What was that called?”

He pokes at a soft spot on her foot, making her knee bend and shoot up. He chuckles, straightening her leg back out as the feeling buries itself in her aching middle. “TPE,” he answers. “Total Power Exchange. That isn’t something I’m interested in, but if someone else is more power to them.”

“You really have done your research.”

“Like I said, I was interested in it,” he shrugs. “I guess I just hadn’t opened up that part of me yet and when I did, holy shit was it a turn on.”

A little giggle falls past her lips. “Well, it’s a turn on for me as well.”

“Speaking of,” he grins wide, “let’s talk about you now.”

She groans a bit, shaking her head. “What is there to say?” She felt small under his powerful gaze, but she forced herself to stay strong with her chin up.

Alex lets his hands move away from her now relaxed foot, sliding over to the other foot gingerly. He lets his fingers roam the flesh of that one, her body succumbing to his pleasurable touches. “There’s a lot to say,” he informs her, looking up from his lap to stare her in the face. His eyes were just too overwhelming. “Have you ever been interested in a relationship like this?”

Faye shakes her head. “I’ve never even given it any thought. I’ll be honest, I’ve read a few romance novels that pertained to domination, but never have I sat down and actually thought about trying it.”

“Why not?”

She shrugs. “I guess I just didn’t think about it. I never thought I’d be into it either.”

His fingers were now moving up her foot, finding her Achilles tendon and rubbing into the muscle there. A small moan pulls together in her throat, but she shoves it down with a large swallow. “Well, I’m glad I decided to sneak into your room that night then,” he smiles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her knee. “If I hadn’t, I never would have opened up this whole new side of you. And damn, do I love this new side of you.”

“And what side would that be exactly?”

He was moving closer to her on the couch now, his fingers moving away from her feet and gliding up her shins in tickling sensations. “Mmm,” he hums, the tone deliciously dark, and she knew he was getting back into his mode—the mode that told her he was about to take complete control. And she was willing to give it all to him. “A sexy side.” He murmurs gently, reaching out to push her long curls off her shoulder. “A vulnerable side.” The hand on her leg was slipping over her knee, touching the bottom of her quad. “An adventurous side.” She could feel him looming closer, her mind not registering that she had let her eyes wander closed as his buttered-gravel voice sunk onto her like molasses. “A playful side.” His fingers were tip-toeing up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt up with them. “A luring side.” Then his lips were pressing against the side of her neck, moving slow and deliberate against the flesh. “An exciting side.” Her hips thrust the tiniest bit up as his pointer finger runs over her panty-covered slit, groans and moans falling past her mouth like she had nothing to hide. “And…” his breath ghosted the shell of her ear, her own oxygen halting as she waited to hear what he had to say. “A submissive side.” Then he was tearing her panties in two, his lips crashing down onto hers.

She forgot what his lips felt like, tasted like, since they’d only kissed maybe two times during their night together. He hadn’t really kissed her since then. But now, she remembered just how much she had actually liked kissing him. He was experienced in the art of kissing and he knew exactly when to dish it out and when to take it back.

Alex’s mouth was like sipping lemonade after working hard out in the sun all day. It was refreshing, reenergizing, and delicious. It wasn’t too sweet, he also knew just how rough to be with her. Just as she was getting dizzy from his kisses, she felt his fingers again.

A moan strangles into their mouths from her throat as his finger swirls inside of her.

“Fuck,” he growls against her lips, pulling back just a hair so that he could speak. “You’re fucking soaked, little Faye.” Little Faye. Every time he called her that she just wanted to melt. “You must have been thinking about me a lot today.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she mumbles hastily as they get back to kissing. Between nips on her lips, she tries to tease him again. “I do think this guy at work is kinda cute.”

A jealous growl vibrates against her mouth, a possessive look coming out. It was exactly what she’d been hoping to dig up during tonight. “Don’t test me, Faye,” he mutters darkly, his eyes back to that brown that was so black it was like flames licking at her body. “I could hold up on my promise to turn that pink on your ass to red.”

Underneath him, her entire body shuddered at the idea of another spanking. He noticed, but kept this to himself, instead smirking internally knowing her punishment had turned her on so much.

He kept a note of it for future reference.

His finger now easily slid in and out of her, his heart rising to the highest heavens knowing he had been the cause of this immense arousal. She was so wet that he could feel her dripping onto his wrist, his entire hand feeling damp even though he had only one finger occupying her at the moment.

“Sweet Faye,” he murmurs softly, using his free hand to tangle in her hair and hold her head in place. Her eyes were clouded over in pleasure, her jaw propped open as little whimpers came out. “Look at you. All ready for me.”

She was. She was so ready for him that she didn’t even know what they’d been discussing beforehand.

“You’ve been waiting to come all day,” he continues lazily, dragging his mouth down the side of her neck, his teeth grazing over her collarbone in a delicious path that had her hairs rising on her body and goosebumps popping out over her flesh. “I’m pleased that you did as I said and didn’t touch yourself,” he commends, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to hammer out of her chest to give itself to him. “I want all your pleasure and I hope that’s something you’re willing to deal with.”

His slow digit continued to pulse in and out of her, never changing pace, just staying at its one continuous rhythm: painfully apathetic.

His mouth was now at her covered chest. “Take this off,” he commands lowly, tapping at the pearl buttons of her blouse. She immediately proceeds, practically tearing at each button as she pops them out of their little holes. Once it was hanging loosely at her sides, the front of her upper body completely exposed to him, his mouth was on her once more.

He used his free hand to reach around her arching back and unhook her lacy white bra, quickly shedding the holder off her arms and letting her breasts bounce free. It was like his birthday, Alex felt, as he comes face to face with her chest again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he admires, expressing kisses all around her two breasts, the anticipation killing her as he did nothing but stay away from the center of each hill.

Then, he was enclosing his warm mouth around one nipple and a strangled grunt was heaving its way out of Faye’s throat. All she could concentrate on then was his tongue flicking at her hard nipple and the finger that was still moving in and out of her at a leisurely pace. All she wanted was some fucking friction.

To try and balance it out, she starts moving her hips up to meet each of his small movements inside of her, her pelvis thrusting up against his torso.

Alex uses his upper body to push her hips back down. “Uh-uh,” he murmurs against her chest, the feel of his breath blowing out across her rigid areolas. “I’m not done playing with you yet, little Faye. Do we want to have to tie you down again?”

Faye groans. She doesn’t think she can handle another night of not being able to touch him.

He smirks at her disapproval of that, returning to her breasts. As he attacked her unattended nipple, he gradually adds another finger to his torture downstairs. Her eyes widen at the new addition, her hips twitching at the prospect of thrusting up. But he was constraining them with his torso, her inability to meet each drive of his digits making her body buzz with pleasure, each nerve-ending sizzling alive and each soft point within her throbbing with need. She was one well-oiled machine that Alex had created, a machine that that was shaking with electricity.

“Please,” she whispers out, her voice no louder than a hoarse, scratchy plea, her body too focused on the thrill stringing through her body like hot flashes. Her nipple pops out of his mouth as he hears her speak. “Alex…oh God…” her eyes are closing now, her jaw open as she felt the beginning of an orgasm. He grins. “Alex, please, please, please! Oh fuck…” she wanted so badly to move her hips, to circle them against his fingers, but he was still holding her down. The pleasure was zooming through her body, his restraint on her middle making her entire being feel the oncoming release.

“Look at you,” he purrs; his voice so dark and dominant that Faye felt like it was what was going to push her over the edge and into the abyss. “Reeling in the pit of pleasure. You want to come don’t you?”

She nods hastily. “Oh God, yes!” Her voice was nothing but a squeak now. “Please!”

And just like that, he was sliding his fingers out of her.

“What?” she slurs out, her mind clouding over as she was there, her body tight and coiled, ready to spring out with orgasm. “No! Alex, no…” she was whimpering.

Then he was getting to his feet. She felt like if she moved even an inch, her body would buzz and she would just feel the pre-effects of her orgasm, which would just tease her more. She was on the brink of that relief, literally teetering right on the edge of the cliff, and he had fucking stopped.

He hovers over her, standing, his fingers going to the top of her skirt. He unzips the zip on the side before pulling the entire piece of clothing off with one swift flourish. Then he helps her take off the unbuttoned blouse and she was completely naked in front of him.

There was something so enticing about being completely exposed in front of your sexual partner, especially when he is still fully dressed. Shoes and everything. And all she could think about was the fact that his eyes were roaming down her body, practically fucking her with his eyes, and she felt so liberated because he was praising her body. He was praising her, Faye, the girl he’d been friends with for over a half-a-dozen years. And she wanted to praise him right back.

His hand reaches down to brush across her breasts, moving her hair off of them, and her upper body immediately shoots up at the feel of his flesh against hers.

“This is why I stopped you from coming,” he sing-songs, his delectable singing voice sounding even more fucking delectable being paired with the dark tone he was using. “Your body is completely wired to my touch. And if there isn’t anything more arousing than that, than I don’t know what being aroused is.”

A small moan dangles on her tongue. All she wanted was for him to touch her again.

Her arms were limp at her sides, her muscles too strained and tight for her to move them without it just sending shocks down to her aching center. She knew that she was as wet as the ocean down there, could feel her sticky inner thighs and could see the condensation that clung to Alex’s fingers from here. And all she wanted was for him to just slide into her and fuck her into the next century.

Then he was there, crouching down next to her head, his mouth moving forward to press against her cheek, sliding down and caressing her jaw line, then pecking over to her ear. His hand absentmindedly brushes her hair back from the side of her face.

“Do you want to do it here, or in the bedroom?” he asks smoothly, his clouded tone like a stormy sky. “Just remember, we do it in the bedroom, I’ll be tempted to tie you down.”

A small breathless moan hitches out of her. “I…I…” she couldn’t breathe.

He grins, knowing he had left her right on the brink of release, had left her at the point where if he so much as flicked a sensitive spot, she’d be coming long and hard. She was his now. There was no turning back after this night, no pretending like nothing had developed between them. They could have returned to normal, but last night and tonight ensured this journey they were going to take together. Faye was all his now and he was not willing to let her go once they sealed this deal.

Alex’s dark smirk made his face turn into a plane of mystery, a surface of hard stone. She didn’t know what he was thinking and she couldn’t very well ask; her throat was barely working at the current moment. She could see his erection from here, see the bulge underneath his tight jeans.

Before she could answer, he’s sliding an arm under her back. He swiftly and easily moves her into a sitting position, her back no longer against the armrest but the back cushion.

“I’ll give you a few seconds to think about it,” he murmurs before moving down her body.

Once she figured out what he was doing, where he was going, the pulse in her neck starts to beat out of her neck with a newfound force. She could feel her heart thrum against the top of her ribcage, her breathing speeding up as his hot mouth grazes down the valley between her breasts, licking a trail down to her belly button. “Oh fuck…” she breathes, her hands moving at a snail’s pace to find his hair. Once she does, she removes his beanie hurriedly, tangling her fingers in the red-brown locks. He doesn’t protest, for now, allowing the movement. He continues down toward her tender center, making sure to take his time so he could tease.

Once he was there, his head practically between her legs, his hands clasp around her calves, hoisting her legs over each of his shoulders. His breath was now hitting her dead-on, the moist exhales sending tingles over her lower abdomen. He was so fucking close, all she had to do was push his head forward…

A resounding smack echoes across the side of her thigh.

Her breathing hitches, her eyes popping open. “Don’t push me too far, little Faye,” he chuckles coldly. She feels his hands slide under her bottom, the large palms fitting perfectly against the round, dusky pink cheeks. He squeezes, the twenty-four-hour old punishment waking back to life at the harsh motion. “I can push right back.”

Pants fall out of her mouth in a messy tempo, each one inconsistent since she couldn’t find her footing. “You’ve left me hanging twice in one day,” she manages out, the sentence starting out strong before it decrescendos into a whisper. “Do something.”

He smirks, his lips literally four inches from her throbbing lips. “You’re not the one who’s in control, remember? I can be quite strict when I want to be.”

That shut her up. She’d rather he continued this never-ending game rather than receive another spanking. No matter how arousing it was the first time.

He keeps a firm grip on her ass as he leans forward, his tongue darting out of his lips.

Upon the first touch of his mouth to her pussy, her hips are wiggling. All she wanted was too smash his face against her, wanted to show him what his teasing had done to her, but knew not to try her luck too much. So she kept her fingers tangled in his head, letting him move it how he pleased. Then the moist muscle in his mouth is snaking out and pushing into her entrance, a long choking moan escaping her esophagus.

His eyes were watching her as he pushed faster, his tongue moving in and out of her quick and sharp. Her eyes were squeezed shut, moans and groans and grunts of pleasure were falling past her open lips, and he was sealing his own around her dripping opening.

As her fingers tighten around his tendrils, he pulls back. “Remove your hands from my head before I tie them behind you,” he orders with a tone of promise, shivers attacking her spine.

She does as he says, but not without a whine of protest.

"Good girl," he praises, her body tensing at the two words. She didn't know two small words could get her so heated, but hearing his approval of her made her pleasure escalate tenfold.

Throughout the entire time he devoured the notch between her legs, not once did he move up and touch her erect clit. It was now throbbing, pulsing in need of stimulation. She was tempted to touch it herself, but knew he would probably just smack her hand away before she could do any such thing. She knew it was in dire need of some attention, and she also knew that one touch of it from Alex and she would come. He was keeping her right on the threshold of her orgasm, wanting to see how long he could draw this out before she came. That’s why he was going nowhere near her little bud.

His teeth were grazing across her sensitive lips, his tongue was exploring her inner walls, his mouth was devouring every single inch of her pussy he could find. All she could do was sit there limply, waiting for him to let her come. She could practically taste the euphoria, could just feel the affects of it now.

“Please,” she whines, his mouth giving a particularly strong suck at her plea. “I need it. Oh God, I need it…” her hips were shaking from the lack of release.

“Say you’re mine,” he growls against her center.

“Hmm?” she asks quizzically, thinking she’d heard him wrong.

“Say,” he pounds out, possessive, dominant feelings erupting inside of him, “you’re,” his mouth moves up, hovering over the hood of her clit, “mine.” Then his wet lips are closing over her aching clit, creating a seal and sucking.

A scream is ripping out of Faye’s chest before she can stop it, her hands moving up to beside her head and gripping onto the back cushions as her hips thrust up to his face.

“I’m yours!” she’s yelling without thinking, the pleasure too blinding. “I’m yours!”

A triumphant, possessive grin creeps onto Alex’s face. He pulls his mouth away from her slick slit, reaching down to pull his shirt over his head. She was laying there, breathless and this close to exploding, waiting for him to finish undressing. His belt is clanking to the ground moments later, his pants and boxers pooling around his ankles. Then he’s grabbing hold of her, falling back against the carpet so she was straddling his hips. Seconds later, he was pushing himself inside of her.

Something between a moan and a cry is leaving Faye’s wide mouth, her body spasming as she orgasms. Alex watches as her body shakes and thrashes, her hips moving against his without meaning to as a pleasure like none other flows through her veins. She was in heaven, she had to be. No one came quite like this, did they?

He waits for the peak of her climax to descend before he’s thrusting up into her.

More noises of pleasure and thrill leave Faye as he starts moving in her, her hips helping by moving up and down with him, her hands clutching at his chest. Nails dig into soft flesh as she claws at his pecks, groans erupting from his own mouth at the roughness of her fingers and at the way her walls clenched around his cock like a death-grip.

“Shit,” he mutters. “How the fuck did you get tighter?” A muscle in his jaw tenses, Faye’s body soaring at the small flex.

They looked like animals, raw passion swirling them as they fucked on their living room floor, Faye bouncing on top of Alex as he thrust up into her with a force that bruised her inner thighs. His hands squeezed her hips, thumbs pressing into flexors and nails imprinting crescent-moons into skin, moans fluttering about the four walls of the room. All she could feel, hear, think, smell, and taste was Alex. All she wanted was Alex and at that moment she would have done absolutely anything for him. In that brief flicker, in that exact second in time, she felt herself open up to him. She was more than just naked in front of him; she was exposed, her soul splitting apart and he was diving in. He was her everything within that window and she couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. But soon, that portal was closing and she felt both of their bodies tensing as they near release.

“Come with me,” he growls out, teeth clenching and hips thrusting faster and harder as he feels his orgasm closing in on him. “God damnit let me have all of you again.”

At his words, at everything that had happened in the time that she had walked through the door, she was coming again. And he was there, coming with her, spurting inside of her, giving her all he had within him. They were one, one whole sex machine that had come together to invent something incredible. Faye’s second orgasm was just as powerful as the first, her vision blackened as her body soared to a new nirvana. Alex’s chest was shaking beneath her clammy palms and once she felt the aftershocks dimming, she opens her eyes to gaze down at him.

He was grinning up at her, his eyes melting away from their coal-black back to the warmth of his original chocolate gaze. He had accomplished all he’d wanted tonight; he’d had Faye again. And in that span, he had also managed to create a relationship with her. In no way shape or form were they committing, they weren’t anything more than lovers, but he was content with it. But he was hers and she was definitely fucking his. And he would make sure they stayed to that.

“You doing all right?” he asks gently, reaching up to swipe at the sweat gathered under her eyes. The soft movement had her body once again reacting, her hips lurching forward. A groan imprints on Alex’s tongue.

“Yeah,” she nods, her voice gone from the harsh screams she’d made.

Alex smiles at the rawness of her tone. He helps her move off of him, making sure to be careful and to check to make sure there weren't any sort of markings on her. He had been rougher than he’d anticipated he would be. “How are you feeling?” he asks with actual concern, sitting up to pull her sweaty body into his.

“Sore,” she admits, resting her head against his shoulder. “My ass is luckily not as in pain as before. But my thighs hurt like a bitch.”

He laughs, his hand moving down to grab a chunk of her ass. “You don’t understand how hard I was today in the studio. All I could think about was you squirming in your office, turned on and frustrated. I was so tempted to just jerk off in the bathroom.”

“Hey! If I can’t masturbate, then neither can you.”

A sharp slap is delivered to her tender ass, her body jolting farther into his. “Once again, let’s remember who’s in charge here.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, sir,” she playfully says, kissing the tip of his nose.

A smile forms on his swollen lips. “Hmm, I may like you calling me that, little Faye.” Something stirs inside her as he calls her that again. “And I can tell you like me calling you that. It’s hard not to, especially since you're so petite and delicate.” To enunciate this, he wraps his arms around her slender waist. “But fuck, are your legs are longer than the Nile River.”

Faye giggles. “Thank you for the orgasm. It was much-needed.”

He tickles her sides, making her gently squeal. “You’re welcome. I could have held it off, keeping you from coming. It would’ve been a riot for me.” She gasps. “But I didn’t. I knew we’d both waited long enough.”

Arms wrap around his neck as she looks him in the face. “I really did need it. I had been coiled like a spring all day. You don’t know how slow it was at work.”

“Speaking of, do you work tomorrow?”

She racks her brain, pulling it up that tomorrow was Saturday. She grins wide. “Nope. You?” Her fingers play with the soft baby hairs at the back of his neck, sweaty skin meeting sweaty skin.

He shakes his head. “Good. I can ravish you all day tomorrow.”

A laugh spills past her lips. “You’re barbaric. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Actually yes,” he teases lightly. He couldn’t help but feel happy and content being this way with Faye; playful and uncaring. They had slipped into this new relationship so easily and that just goes to show that she was perfect at this with him; the perfect person to fit this role that he’d been wanting to be filled. “I’ve been compared to a caveman many times.”

“You’re quite the attractive caveman then, aren’t you?” Faye wits, grazing her fingers over his soaked back.

He smiles, leaning down to press their bruised lips together. “Just as a heads up, I will be pushing you farther than you’ve ever been pushed. And never make a joke about a cute office worker ever again. Or you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Notes

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