Page 11 of Mr. Wrong
I think I want to do it again.
Before I can, Lex lifts his head, pinning his hot gaze to mine while the hand pressed against mine changes position. Sliding his fingers up to grip my wrist, he pulls my hand off of him, lifting it to pin it to the door above my head. The hand on myponytail untangles itself to reach up and back, pulling my fingers from his hair. “Quiz time, Ellenore,” he says, stacking my hands together above my head, his long, thick fingers cuffing my wrists.
“Quiz?” Jesus, I can’t tell him what day of the week it is, let alone answer test questions.
“Yup.” His free hand splits my cardigan open until each side of it frames my breasts. “Question number one…” His gaze dips to watch as he circles one of my nipples with the tip of his index finger. It instantly stiffens and swells against the fabric of my shirt, seeking his touch. “Was I looking for someone to bring home tonight?”
I shake my head, gasping softly when the finger on my nipple is joined by his thumb, pinching and rolling it until I feel my bones start to melt. “No.”
“Correct.” He smirks at me again, the hand on my breast sliding down the length of my torso. “Question number two…” His fingers skim the soft skin just below my bellybutton. “Is making you come a part of some sort of pity fuck outreach program I’ve got going?”
“No.” I whisper the word and hold my breath when the fingers on my belly find the top button of my jeans and free it from its loop with a practiced flick.
“Good job.” He eases my zipper open, slowly working my jeans down my hips. “Question three…” he stops tugging when the waistband of my jeans is banded around the top of my thighs. I try not to think about what I’m wearing. White T-shirt. Beige cotton bra. Beige cotton briefs under my jeans.
That’s me.
Who I am.
Mom sweaters and serviceable cotton underwear.
Like he can read my mind, Lex frowns at me, his gaze lowering to my mouth. “Who am I hard for?”
The question stains my cheeks pink and the frown on his face deepens into something closer to a scowl. “Me,” I breathe it out in a rush, licking my lips because my mouth is so dry I feel like it’s been stuffed with cotton. “You’re hard for me.”
The frown on his face slips away, replaced by a look I’ve never seen aimed in my direction before.
Lust.
White-hot, mind-blowing lust.
His gaze bounces up to find mine. “You.” His hand slips between my thighs, the heel of it pressing against the top of my cleft while his fingers skim along the stretch of damp cotton between my legs. “Christ,” he groans, low and deep in his throat when he feels how wet I am. “What’s your ex-boyfriend’s name? The one who dumped you?”
“Derek.” I gasp it, the name ripped from my mouth when Lex grinds the heel of his hand against my clit and my hips jerk away from the door he has me pressed against, pushing and tilting into the pressure of his fingers between my legs.
He drops his hand away from my wrists so he can hook both of his thumbs into my underwear. “Well, Derek is a fucking idiot,” he says, jerking them down to meet my pants. Like he can’t wait to touch me, his hand pushes between my thighs again, fingers lightly tracing the swollen seam of my pussy. “Last question, Ellenore …” He pushes deeper to tease my entrance, the heel of his hand grinding against the top of my slit. “Who’s about to make you come so hard you’re gonna see stars?”
That one’s easy.
“You are.”
As soon as I say it, he pushes two of his fingers into me, so slow and deep I can feel a moan stuttering and clawing its way up my throat.
“Gold star.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me, hooking their tips slightly, rubbing and touching places inside me I’velived my entire life believing were a myth while his thumb pushes past my folds to graze and tease my throbbing clit.
His arm slips around my waist, forearm pressing into the curve of my lower back. Holding me close while the relentless rhythm of his fingers fucking me pushes me closer and closer to orgasm with every stroke. I can feel it building, seated low and tight in my belly, growing and heating, the force of it threatening to take me somewhere I’ve never been. “Next, I’m going to fuck you with my mouth.” I can feel his breath, shallow and ragged against my neck. His fingers digging into my hip. The rigid push of his cock rocking against my thigh in time with the pump and thrust of his fingers inside me. “As soon as you come on my fingers I’m going to—”
“Lex.” He wasn’t kidding. I’m actually seeing stars. My hips buck forward, pushing into the pressure of his fingers, even as my pussy contracts, gripping them so hard he groans in response.
“Surprise.”
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Lex
I pick her up,half-dressed and still shaking from the orgasm I just gave her and carry her into the bedroom where she makes another one of those adorably nervous squeaks when I drop her on the bed.
Looking down at her, I hook a hand into the neck of my shirt and pull it up and over my head, laughing a little when her eyes widen at the sight of me. Superior genetics, a flexible schedule and access to a state-of-the-art home gym have been good to me and I know it.
