Page 55 of Sweet on You
Every muscle in my body was clenched too tight. My lungs were too tight. My eyes were squeezed shut. My toes curled into the bedspread and my hands reached for Lex’s head between my legs, my fingers clutching his russet colored locks. Then, all at once—release. A white-hot ball of fire exploded from my core like a firework, each little flame cascading across my body. Every clenched muscle in my limbs released until I melted into my bedspread.
My chest heaved with labored breaths like I had just run a seven-minute mile. My calves burned and my stomach quivered with aftershocks of pleasure.
Lex shifted from where he was between my legs, moving beside me, but sliding his fingers to my clit, continuing to stroke me through the pulsing edge of orgasm. “You okay?” he whispered.
“Am I okay?” I repeated. “Oh my God, that was mind-blowing, Lex.”
He gave a sheepish smile, bringing his top teeth down on his bottom lip. “Glad to know I haven’t gotten rusty.”
Rusty? Hot damn. Not even a little.
I rolled over him, straddling his waist and rubbing myself across his hard shaft, still covered by the cotton boxer briefs. Then, reaching into my nightstand, I tore a condom from the packet that had been in there for years—probably quite literally— and set it down on the pillow next to us.
It was my turn to shower him with attention. If he hadn’t had sex in years—and hasn’t had sober sex in even longer—I wanted this to be amazing for him. I wanted to blow his mind like he had blown mine.
But I was nervous. So nervous. Anxiety jounced around in my belly… until he smiled. He smiled at me from where I had flipped him on his back and reached up to brush a stray, curly hair behind my ear. All that anxiety disappeared.
I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, pausing as his eyes skimmed my body. My flesh heated beneath his gaze, nipples tightening against a cool breeze that brushed my sweat-dotted flesh from the open window. I reached down, pinching the elastic waistband of his briefs and tugged them gently down his legs.
His cock sprang free from the cotton, hard and thick and long. One vein ran the length of the underside of his shaft, and my mouth watered as I stared at him.
I bent over him and took him slowly into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sliding them down his shaft until it hit the back of my throat. As I pulled back, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him, and dragged my tongue along that vein that was so appetizing earlier.
Impossibly, he grew harder, larger in my mouth, and my sex clenched as I heard his hiss above me. That hiss melted into a moan that was like liquid gold coursing through my veins. I wanted his pleasure—his pleasurewasmy pleasure. I wanted our bodies to melt together in passion and lust and satisfaction. My breasts were heavy as I bobbed over his dick, taking him faster and deeper than before, my fingernails digging into his thighs.
Above me, I heard my name, but it sounded far away, like I was underwater and someone from the shore was calling for me. I heard it again, then a light tug on my hair.
I paused, withdrawing his hard length from my mouth and looking up to him. “Ronnie.” Lex was panting, looking down at me. His eyes were wild, almost terrified looking. “It’s been years… if … you don’t stop… I’m going to…” he was taking deep breaths between each word, until finally, he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting it.
“Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that.”
After another moment, he chuckled and exhaled in relief. “It’s okay. That was a close one, though. That would have been embarrassing.”
Even though he was making it sound like a joke, there was a vulnerability in his words. I could tell they were truthful.
I reached out, scraping my thumbnail across his bottom lip. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed. Not about this. It would have been a compliment to my skills.”
“You are definitely not lacking in the skills department,” he said, laughing, still breathless. “That’s for sure.”
I bent to kiss him and his hand found my cheek, caressing me gently.
I reached for the condom, holding it up. “Are you ready for this? Or do you need a minute?”
“God, no. I don’t need a minute. I need you.”
