Page 27 of Finding Alexei
“Need to be inside you,” I groan when my bare cock makes contact with her hot, wet pussy.
“I’m clean. On birth control,” she murmurs.
Fuck.
“Me too.”
She raises her eyebrows with a hint of amusement at my response, because it sounded like I was saying I’m on birth control too.
“The clean part,” I say, clarifying. “I’ve been tested.”
She smiles.
“I don’t think male birth control has been cleared by the Food and Drug Administration yet,” I add brilliantly.
God, shut up, Alexei.
Ryleigh only grins. “Less talking. More fucking.”
Or more specifically, bare-back fucking.
I press forward and groan at how incredible she feels. Warm. Wet. Snug.
And gripping me like her life depends on it. Heaven.
“Yes,” she says on a groan. “Oh God.”
“Hold on, baby,” I tell her, placing her arms around my neck.
Ryleigh’s smile fades away as I fuck her in long, deep thrusts. Pleasure-filled cries pierce the air as I move within her. She’s perfect.
I’m so close. But I can’t come before she does.
Correction: I can come just from looking at this woman, but I won’t come until she’s screaming my name.
I hike her leg higher around my waist, and the new angle does something for Ryleigh, not to mention that it puts me even closer to finishing myself off.
“Fuck. Alexei!” she cries, contracting around me in a mind-altering orgasm that is more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt from any woman . . . in my entire life.
I can’t help but follow her over the edge, my own release powerful and unending.
Holy shit.
Finally spent, I collapse on top of Ryleigh. As she begins laughing, Ella whimpers from the other room. Perfect. Fucking. Timing.
A single thought flashes through my brain—
This is the most perfect way to wake up.Chapter NineRyleighAlexei’s still at practice. I’ve showered, straightened the apartment, and am now sitting on the floor playing with Ella. On one of his last shopping trips, Alexei picked up a couple of stuffed animals and a baby rattle, and I’m having a blast making this little baby smile, and getting such a kick out of the cute noises she makes as she plays.
Ella brings the stuffed pig to her face, gripping it in both chubby hands, and I smile down at her. I can’t believe I’ve had her for almost two weeks already. I’m starting to feel a little more sure of myself around Ella, and a part of me knows that that assurance is because of Alexei and his confidence around babies. He calms me . . . centers me, even. He makes me think that maybe, just maybe I can do this.
As I look down at Ella, I can’t help but think about Andi. I didn’t know her for very long, but she was a good roommate. She was respectful of my personal space and paid her portion of the rent on time. We weren’t friends, more like acquaintances who shared a living space. We didn’t hang out often, but we were friendly enough. For a while, it was a mutually beneficial relationship that worked well. And then all that started to change. She was late on the rent a couple of months, and then she left one day, moving out without warning.
I didn’t know she was pregnant or even why she moved out, but she must have been at least a couple of months along by then.
She showed back up out of the blue with Ella many months later. She looked so skinny, far too thin for having just had a baby, and all she said was that they needed a place to crash for the night. Mostly I was just surprised to see her, especially with a brand-new baby in tow, so much so that I blindly agreed. Now I wonder if it was all a plot to leave Ella with me. Because by the time I woke up the next morning, Andi was gone and Ella was crying, needing to be fed.
Where are you, Andi? I can’t help but think she’s in some kind of trouble. Maybe the kind of trouble that she doesn’t want to involve an infant. Either way, my heart breaks for Andi, but mostly for Ella, whose mother obviously abandoned her.
While I’m lost in thoughts of what happened to make Andi abandon her child, my cell phone chirping startles me, and I reach for it on the coffee table.
It’s a text from Alexei.
This morning was fun.
I chuckle, my mood lightening with just that one sentence. He’s right; sex with him is fun. It’s lighthearted and happy, and I never once felt self-conscious or uncomfortable. He has this way about him that makes everything feel so effortless and easy and good.
I don’t know . . .
I tease him, thinking about what to write next.
Your technique could use a little work.
Satisfied with my snarky reply, I sit back on my heels and tickle Ella’s belly with her toy.
