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Eye level with that part of him for the first time, one thought flashed through her mind in the half second before she wrapped her lips around his tip:of course even his fucking dick is pretty.

Alex let loose a string of swearing, his uninjured hand immediately moving to cup her head. His grip on her hair was strong without manipulating her position, leaving her to set the pace, taking him deeper with every pass, until her lips met the hand she had wrapped around him at his base. She releasedhim, relaxed her throat, and let her mouth envelop those last few inches, satisfaction washing over her as he groaned in pleasure.

Giving head had never been her favourite thing to do, but the sounds he was making spurred her on. And Alex’s shower-fresh skin was a taste she could quickly—too quickly—become accustomed to.

His fingers continued to tighten as she worked at him, humming when he hit the back of her throat, and letting her tongue trace the ridge of a vein each time she pulled off him. His hips jerked, and Sarah squeezed her thighs together, trying in vain to relieve some of the tension building there.

‘Fuck, sorry. It’s so good.You’reso good.’

She could probably finish if he kept talking in that rough, hoarse voice, so far removed from the unaffected tone he typically adopted.

‘I’m close, Princess. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.’

A moan ripped through her throat at the thought. Alex responded to the added vibrations with a hiss.

‘Sarah—fuck—I mean it. You need to stop, or I’m—’

She released him abruptly, leaving only millimetres between them.

‘Will you be able to come again?’

‘What?’ His eyes were wild, barely focused on her.

‘Will you,’ she said slowly, deliberately, ‘be able to come again?’

The tension in his jaw spread down his throat as he swallowed hard, untangling his fingers from her hair and moving them to cup her cheek with surprising gentleness. ‘Yes, probably, but you don’t have to—’

She’d never know. Because he broke off as she sealed her lips around him again andsucked.

He bucked into her mouth once more, and came with a shudder that wracked his whole body. She swallowed, enjoying the new stream of swearing too much to focus on the bitter taste filling her mouth.

And then Alex’s face was awed as he stared down at her, offering a hand to gently pull her up. The second she was steady, he pinned her to the wall, tilting her head up.

‘Your mouth—’

‘I don’t give a shit,’ he rasped, parting her lips with his. She felt his wince as he pressed into her and lightened the pressure she was giving back. When he finally pulled away, hands tangled in her now soaking hair, his speech was rapid and indistinct. ‘That was… Fuck. Incredible. You’re incredible.’

Sarah placed her own hands on his chest, taking care to avoid the surely sensitive skin around his new artwork. ‘What do we do now?’

‘Now’—Alex kissed her—‘I’m going to clean you up, wash your pretty hair, take you into my bedroom, and touch you until I’m ready to go again.’

She’d meant on a grander scale. Because it felt like something was inexorably shifting between them. But then he kissed her again, slowly, deeply,perfectly. And she considered that maybe she didn’t need to think so much.

‘I was supposed to be helping you,’ Sarah mumbled, running her fingers along his bandage.

‘You did,’ he said, drawing her in. ‘Now let me look after you.’

Only a few minutes later, standing under the—still warm but gradually less scalding—water, with Alex’s good hand massaging shampoo into her scalp, she realised dimly that, in all the times they’d been alone together, it was the first time he’d used her name.

Chapter 29

SARAH

Use Me | Jesse Clegg

After raiding Alex’sstash of unsurprisingly high-quality skincare to remove her makeup—remarkably still intact given how long she’d spent under the shower spray—she allowed herself to be carried back into the bedroom, wondering again why she’d never dated anyone who spent so much time lifting weights.

Average height and always overweight, Sarah had spent her childhood and pre-teen years bigger than most of her peers. By the time puberty hit in her late teens, fat shifting until she had curves and dips in all the societally-approved places, she’d already written herself off as someone unappealing. It was only at uni, armed with a good bra and great jeans, that she’d started to embrace her body. Still, she had never had the luxury of feeling small or dainty. Had never had a partner who could pick her up and manoeuvre her during sex, the way she’d often thought she might like.

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