Page 67 of Just a Number

“I need to go.” I pull back again and he lets me this time. I look at his naked chest, my gaze falling to his abs and his happy trail leading down under the towel. I know what delights await me under there, and it’s a struggle to maintain my conviction that ending things is the right thing to do.

His hand strokes my hair back from my face, tucking it behind an ear. “Why don’t you stay for a bit? Let’s enjoy each other one last time.”

He’s so fucking tempting. I bite down hard on my lip, trying to use the pain to strengthen my resolve, but then he loosens the knot on his towel. My mouth gapes as he lets it fall to the floor. His cock is starting to rise, hardening and lengthening before my very eyes. A pulse beats deep between my thighs as a wave of arousal sweeps over me at the sight of him.

“What do you say? Let’s take one last hour and get as much enjoyment as we can.” He takes his hardening cock in hand as he says it, and I’m mesmerised as he fists it up and down. “Are we doing this, Mel?”

I bob my head in a nod. How can I walk away from this? As he says, one last time, to try to get it out of our systems before we part ways.

“Come and touch me.” He coaxes me over. I step closer, under his spell, and place both hands on his chest, smoothing them over the planes of his muscles.This man is built.His body is a masterpiece. “What do you think about the nude modelling?” he asks as if he can read my thoughts.

My gaze flies up to his, my eyes widening as I remember the offer Maggie made him and the jealousy from yesterday floods back. “Are you going to do it?”

“Perhaps. It’s good money, apparently. Do you think I should?”

“Your body is incredible. It should be turned into art,” I tell him earnestly.

“It’s a nude sculpting class. Perhaps we could get you a ticket?” He gives me a grin.

“I thought this was going to be the last time?”

He looks shocked. “I wasn’t suggesting you fuck me in the middle of an art workshop, Mel. For fuck’s sake.” I can hear the humour in his tone and smile wryly. “Do you really think if you saw me naked you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me?” Curiosity sparkles in his eyes.

“That’s what happened here tonight, is it not?” I counter.

“So it is. What are you waiting for?” He’s been lazily pumping his cock through this whole conversation and I look down to see it hard, and completely ready for action. My hands are still on his chest and I smooth them up to his shoulders, digging my fingers in and giving him a massage. He groans in appreciation. “Fuck, yeah.”

“You like that?”

“I fucking love that. Don’t stop.”

“Why don’t you lay down and I’ll rub your back?”

He frowns as if he’s weighing up his options. “Later. I need to be inside you first.” I don’t have the heart to remind him that we don’t have time for later. Whatever he wants, we need to do here, now, tonight.

His hands come up to my waist and ease under the hoody I threw on when I decided to come over and see him. I’m not wearing anything under it, not even a bra and it’s obvious, from the look on his face, when he realises this. He cups my breasts,squeezing them gently with a gruff groan. His fingers pluck at my already erect nipples and a moan slips past my lips at the sensation.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging on the hoody. I nod and he swipes it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Next, his hands find the waistband of my comfy joggers, and he raises a brow in question.

“Yes, please,” I whisper. They are pulled down and I kick them off, so I’m left wearing only my panties.

Now on his knees, Alex leans forward and presses his face to the thin cotton material, his breath warm through them. He kisses me there before tugging them down my legs.

Our eyes meet and hold, desire burning there, and I know there’s something similar in my own expression. I’m hot all over despite the cold night outside of this little apartment. I realise that it doesn’t matter how long we spend tonight, I don’t think this fire between us will ever burn out.

But I have to try to expend this spark between us, have to accept that this is the last time, and give him absolutely everything I can before I walk away.

His hands stroke my thighs and he wedges a hand between my legs to ease them apart.

“I wanted to do this yesterday, but there wasn’t enough time.” His thumbs open me up and he leans forward to kiss me right there.

Something inside me shatters at the care he takes with my body. I have never felt this precious before, but he makes it clear that my pleasure is his priority. He lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder, opening me up to his gaze. I worry I will lose my balance, but he holds me firmly as he presses his face forward and licks me.

“That’s so good,” I tell him with a moan.

The pleasure builds inside me, but I’m not convinced I can get there from this position. I stroke back the hair that’s falling onto his forehead as he groans into my pussy, the vibrations delicious against my core.

He laps at me over and over again. I throw my head back and stare up at the ceiling while I concentrate on savouring everything about this moment.

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