Page 105 of The Heat of Us

What else was I meant to call a creeper plant?

Aleks was a very attentive listener as I walked him through checking the moisture level of the soil, rotating pots and cleaning leaves. The more follow-up questions he asked the more hot and bothered I got. I watched him wipe down Frankie (my monstera) and actually got a little jealous.

God I wanted him.

That’s when I decided to do a lot of bending down and picking stuff up.

It took a lot longer than I thought. But eventually I was ass up digging for a nonexistent pebble behind the couch when I heard a stifled groan.

“Something wrong?”

I pushed my hips back knowing it made my tight bike shorts-encased butt look even rounder. It was a shame it was black so he couldn’t see how wet I was.

“Hazel,” he said warningly.

“Yes?” I replied innocently.

He spoke very deliberately. “Is there something you want?”

I looked over my shoulder and gave him an answer that he couldn’t misinterpret.

“I think you should fuck me, Aleks.”

My yelp was so high-pitched as he flipped me with one deft movement. I landed on my back on the couch cushions and he was on top of me so fast. Between my legs, pressing his hard length against my inner thigh.

“You’re in trouble. Do you know why?” Aleks kissed down my neck and I moaned, letting my head fall back. “Because for the longest time, I didn’t let myself want you. Didn’t even entertain the thought because it wasn’t possible. But now?” His kisses trailed between my breasts and along my belly. I was clothed, why the fuck was I clothed? “I’m going to show you just how much I need you every fucking day.”

His hands grasped my waistband and yanked my shorts and panties down. I barely registered them flying over his shoulder before his hot mouth was on my pussy.

“This is where I’m going to live now, Hazel.”

How was he talking and doing that with his tongue?

“Between your legs, making you come. And I won’t stop when you’re satisfied.” He looked directly at me as he licked my slick off his bottom lip. “I’ll stop when I’m satisfied.”

Holy fuck, what had I gotten myself into?

My first orgasm was just from him lazily circling my clit with his tongue. Making the most filthy noises of appreciation as he tasted me. That’s all it took. A bit of clit stimulation and his groans. My thighs snapped around his head as I fisted his hair.

“That’s one.”

He was going to wreck me. I knew it. He knew it.

And we’d only just begun.

The second was rougher, crashing over me as I screamed. He slid one, two then three fingers into my pussy. Pushing them deep into me in slow, deliberate thrusts while he continued to lick my clit. I could feel myself squeezing his fingers as I came, shuddering as the pulsing sensation went on and on and on.

“So pretty,” Aleks praised me, kissing my shaking thigh. “Two.”

He ripped the third from me like it belonged to him. Curling his fingers this time, fucking me hard and rough. Every time he hit that crucial spot inside me, my vision bleached white and blinded me. I couldn’t hold back the gush of slick, drenching him all the way down his forearm.

“Mm, three.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I half-begged, half-sobbed.

“Not yet.”

“Then let me suck your cock,” I said desperately.

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