Page 122 of Perfect
I have other plans for the day, a hike, more tidepools, maybe taking her to that ridiculous dinosaur garden down the coast, but I scrap them all. Instead, I drive us back to Yachats, lead her downstairs, and make love to her slowly. I bite my fucking tongue, and I try hard to keep how much I love her off my face, but I fail. She starts tearing up, pulling me closer and kissing me so that I don’t see the look on her face, but I see it.
We’re on the same page.
I leave her asleep in bed afterward and go upstairs to finish making the panettone. I’m letting the dough rest again and making a fire when she comes upstairs in leggings and my sweater, some of my socks on her feet.
“Teddy?” Her voice is sweet and endearing, and the nickname stops me cold. Why is she calling me that? I stand up and back away from the fire, looking down at how she’s smiling sweetly up at me. She’s being different right now, but I can’t tell how. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Anything.” She smiles wider at the supplicating tone of my voice.
“Can you go away?” A pit opens in my stomach, and all the joy vanishes.
“What?” My voice is sharp, and her smile falters, her eyes going wide for a second before she exhales exasperatedly and rolls her eyes at me. She steps closer, her arms winding around my neck and her fingers combing through my hair, and I relax instantly.
“Like, to thekitchen, baby,” she says, pressing up on her toes and kissing me softly. “I need you to stay in the kitchen and not leave until I say you can. I have to deal with the stuff in the trunk, and I’d love it if you could just be good for me and do what I tell you.” Her voice is low and sultry, and I’m putty in her hands as she kisses up my neck and jaw, pushing me back slowly until she’s walking me backward toward the kitchen, undoing my pants as she goes.
I’m already hard from how her voice sounded when she asked me to be good for her, which isnew. She slips her hand into my pants and grips me tightly as she kisses me, and when I gasp a little, she sweeps her tongue into my mouth, moaning softly, stroking my cock in long, slow movements as she guides me into the kitchen. She shoves me back against the counter roughly and pours a little olive oil into her hand before she goes back to stroking me, twisting her hand as it glides along my shaft. I close my eyes for a second, overwhelmed by the feeling.
Why is she being like this?
“Are you going to stay here?” she asks sweetly, and I nod, looking down at her with wide eyes. She gets this sly little smile on her face before she kisses me hard, biting my bottom lip and making me moan. She pulls back, looking into my eyes as she grips me harder and starts stroking me faster, her thumb rubbing over my head with every stroke.
Her other hand moves up my chest and neck, cupping my face, her thumb grazing over my bottom lip and pushing into my mouth. My breath starts coming harder as her thumb glides against my tongue, and a wave of heat courses through me.
What ishappening?
“Do you want to prove you’ll be good for me?” I’ll do whatever she wants right now, so I nod again, unable to speak. She watches my mouth as she pushes her thumb further in, her face satisfied when I curl my tongue around it and suck.
Why the fuck is this so sexy?
She pulls her thumb out of my mouth and drags it across my bottom lip, laughing a little, and then her other hand wraps around me like a vice, and a small, needy whimper I had no idea I could make escapes me as she starts jerking me off, her hands twisting in opposite directions.
“Oh, fuck…Alex…shit…”
“Yeah?” She looks me directly in the eyes and makes soft, encouraging little whines when my breath starts coming harder. I lean my head back against the cabinets as I try to hold out longer, but that’s not what she wants.
“Come for me,Theo.” Her voice is a low, breathy, insistent thing, and her telling me what to do is so surprisingly hot that I come immediately, my orgasm so intense that my vision swims and my hips jerk harshly.
Everything seems sort of hazy when I look down at Alex, who slowly holds her hand up to me. Olive oil and cum cover herpalm and fingers, and a wicked smile spreads across her face as she presses one of her fingers against my lips.
“Clean it up,” she says softly, and I nod and start sucking her fingers clean and dragging my tongue across her palm. “Look at me, baby.” I meet her eyes as I slip her pinky finger into my mouth and suck. Her pupils are dilated, and she keeps glancing between my eyes and mouth, and she smiles at me as I suck the last of my cum off her fingers. “Such a good boy.” My eyes go wide, and I stop breathing, my head emptying out entirely and my chest filling with warmth as I stare down at her.
I like being good for her.
She steps into me and pushes onto her toes to kiss me, sliding her tongue against mine with a satisfied moan, and being touched by her feels good in a new way. I whine in protest and grip her tightly as she tries to pull away, and her face is smug in a way I haven’t seen before as she looks up at me, cupping my jaw in her hand.
“Stay in the kitchen for me.”
“Uh-huh,” I breathe out. She laughs a little and kisses me sweetly before turning away from me.
“I fucking thought so,” she mutters under her breath as she walks back into the living room. I hear her turn on the radio and tune it until it’s playing Christmas music, and I stand there staring after her, confused and kind of dazed.
What just happened? Why is she acting like that? I pull my pants back up and wash my hands, reeling. Seriously, what just happened? Alex doesn’t act likethat. I preheat the oven absently, pouring the rested dough into the panettone collar. That’s not how she is with me usually, but Idefinitelyliked that. I put the panettone in the oven, turning on the oven light to watch it bake. Did I only like that because she liked that? Probably not, because I’m not into her rape thing, so I liked that regardless of her.
That’sinteresting.
I make coffee, leaning against the counter and watching the panettone start to rise, and I struggle to think. God, I fucking lovedthat. Shethoughtso? How did she know I would like that if I didn’t? I want to ask, and I desperately want to be close to her, but she told me to stay in the kitchen. She’s turned up the music so loud in the other room that I can barely hear what she’s doing. Whatisshe doing?
A pit opens in my stomach as the haze in my mind slowly clears.
