Page 64 of The Hate We Breathe
“Lex!” His name is both a demand and a plea.
“Nightmare,” is all he grunts as his thumb rubs circles around my poor, tortured clit. The damn thing feels like it’s attached to something electric. Every brush of his finger over it makes shock waves race through my veins.
I shake my head, trying to clear it of the lust currently taking up residence. It’s not much, but I recall his response.Nightmare?I want to stop and ask him if it’s the same one he’s had every night for the last few days, but then he does something with his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves that is my clit and I forget how to do anything but moan.
My eyes roll back into my head and the room fades around me as another rush of release forces me to leave off that train of thought. Beat after beat of pleasure surges into my veins and I release a raspy cry as Lex pinches my clit one last time before thrusting into my cunt. Back and forth, I can feel him moving over me. It sends me higher and higher, the fresh orgasm flooding my senses and overwhelming me.
My thighs begin to shake again, and no amount of gritting my teeth or trying to focus stops the fractious movements. All I can do is hold on and wait for it to pass. Air squeezes past my moans down a ravaged throat as the release goes on and on.
Fuck. When will it end?
Eons go by before Lex’s low rumbling purr of a groan reaches my ears and he stills inside me. The hot wash of his cum splashesagainst my insides, coating and filling me up. Together, we sag down against the bed, his weight coming down on me. Our skin sticks together, sweat blanketing every inch of us.
Panting and gasping still, I let my hands trail back up his body and into his hair. He moans again, burrowing against me as he latches on to my throat with his teeth. Not hard. Not sharp. Merely resting there as I scrape my blunt nails along his scalp and nape. It’s like having a massive animal cuddling me, demanding more pets.
A chuckle escapes me before I can stop it. Lex sits up, teeth scratching at my flesh as he does. He arches a brow as he stares at me. “What?”
I press my lips together, though I know they’re struggling to remain uncurled. His eyes narrow. “You’re laughing at me,” he guesses, though he doesn’t sound upset by it.
“I’m not,” I assure him, still grinning.
Lex hums in the back of his throat. I narrow my eyes, suspicious. Before I realize his intentions, he grabs me and flips us both. I land against his chest with an ‘oomph’ of surprise, legs parting over his hips as he slips out of me. A gush of sticky wetness oozes out of my pussy and I wince, the uncomfortable sensation making me want a shower sooner rather than later.
With his palm running up my back, kneading my muscles, it’s hard to pry myself from his bed. “Ugh.” I moan as he gets to a particularly sore spot on my shoulder blade and rubs it harder. Comfortable quiet spans between us for several long minutes and I relax into his body, letting him play across mine, touching, stroking, and just generally assuring himself that I’m fine.
“Darrio didn’t show up in the middle of the night and exchange me with a look alike,” I assure him sardonically. “So if you’re looking for a serial number or something, you’re not going to find it.”
“I just like touching you, baby,” he replies. It’s true, I know—but I also know that Darrio has all of the guys on edge now that he’s made it clear and public knowledge that he resents me, and both Gio and the guys are on his shit list. Maybe that’s the reason for his recent nightmares.
Leaning away from him, I check the time and realize that it’s only half past six in the morning. We’ll need to be up soon anyway, so now is as good a time as any. When I try to clamber off him, however, Lex stops me and seats me back on his thighs.
“Where are you going?” he demands. “You didn’t tell me why you were laughing at me.”
“I wasn’t—” I grunt, cut off as I lose the battle to get up once more. Big as he is, his muscles aren’t just for show and his grip strength is like that of a blacksmith. “Lex! Let me up, I want a shower.”
He shakes his head in denial. “Not until you tell me why you were laughing.”
I roll my eyes and smack his bare chest. “It wasn’t anything important.”
He gets comfortable, stretching one arm up and behind his head while he holds me on top of him with the other. “Then you won’t mind telling me.”
I contemplate just grabbing ahold of his nipples and twisting, sure that would get him to let me go. At his wicked grin, I suspect that even assaulting him won’t get him to let it go. With a huff of defeat, I tell him the truth.
“You’re acting like an animal,” I grouse. “I was just thinking that it felt more like I was petting a large cat than a man.” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring down at him. “Happy now?”
Grin still in place, Lex sits up, dropping his arm to my other hip as he rubs his nose alongside my own. “I’m only ever happy when I’m balls deep inside of you or you’re in my arms, baby,”he murmurs, lightly pressing a kiss to my frowning mouth. “But yeah, I’m good. Go take your shower. I’ll start on breakfast.”
With that, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all and sets me to the side of the bed. “Wait, don’t you need to shower too?” I ask.
Lex gets to his feet and stretches his arms over his head. “I’ll pop in while you pick out clothes for the day and rinse off,” he replies.
My eyes lock on to his tight backside, admiring the shifting of his muscles beneath the skin of his ass and thighs.Fuck. I fan my face with my hand and shake my head before getting off the bed.
Minutes later, I’ve got my clothes rummaged up from his closet where they’ve begun to stack up when I leave them here. Lex comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and his hair dripping. He really must have just rinsed because that was the fastest shower I’ve ever seen anyone take. Still, I’m grateful to have the bathroom to myself as I slip past him and into the steam-filled room.
I take a little bit longer, soaping up and cleaning the place between my legs, wincing over the soreness there. By the time I’m done, my muscles are aching from how hot the water is, but I linger a bit more, letting the hellishly scorching liquid stream down over my shoulders before I hop out. Blue swirls down the drain, reminding me that it’s probably time to redo the color in my hair.
Then again… maybe it’s time I let the blue grow out. After all, I only did it because I wanted to completely change my look. I wanted to be someone else and even though I knew a bright vibrant color would make me stand out, I’d hoped that it would usher in a new era of me. A different Juliet.
