Page 33 of Mr. Wrong
Holding on to the life as a not-so-glorified gopher as a solid backup plan, I trudge down the path stretched across the yard. Squaring my shoulders, I knock while mentally preparing myself for Lex’s sullen, asshole attitude.
He’s taken care of Cassie since the day she was born. Imagine being told that you were no longer good enough to do something you’ve devoted your whole life to doing and that you were being replaced by someone better.
Because I don’t want to feel sorry for him, I raise my fist, ready to pound on it like a drum but the door is yanked open before I can make contact and a large, rough hand closes over my wrist and pulls me inside.
Suddenly, I’m back where I started, pushed against Lex’s front door, his knee wedging itself between my thighs, nudging them open while his hands move over my shoulders, taking my sweater with them on their way down my arms.
“Lex?” It’s dark, the heavy curtains drawn across the window, the only light spilling into the room from the kitchen. “Are you naked?”
“Mostly.”
I swallow hard before letting out a shaky breath. “What are you—”
“What’s it feel like?” he growls at me, his tone sending a rush of warmth spiraling through my belly. “I’m cashing in my raincheck.”
“I thought you were mad at me.” I raise my arms without being told and I catch a flash of white when he grins at me in the dark.
“I am.” He grips the bottom of my shirt and lifts it, whipping it over my head. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me now if this isn’t—”
“It is.” The words tumble out of my mouth. I’m not even sure whatitis but if it involves getting naked with Lex again, I want it. Before I can take my next breath, he has my jeans unbuttoned and around my ankles.
He slaps his palms against the door, on either side of my head, and leans into me, his breath harsh and ragged while his tongue skims a trail from my collarbone to my ear. “Take your shoes off.”
He’s barely touching me and my head is already spinning, my heart hammering against my chest like I’m on the brink of a cardiac event but I do what he says, kicking off my sneakers before stepping out of my pants completely. “Now what?” It’s ridiculous, my need to map everything out. Overthink every little thing. My inability to just let things happen, but I can’t stop it. Can’t relax enough to let go and enjoy the moment. It used to annoy Derek. I drove him crazy with my need to see around every corner. Lex doesn’t seem annoyed. He seems amused.
“I’m not sure…” He nips my earlobe with his teeth, the pain of it sharp enough to make me gasp. “I can’t decide which part of you I want to fuck.” His mouth grazes along my jawline, one of his hands falling to my neck. “Your hot little mouth…” He brushes the pad of his thumb against my parted lips before pushing past them, groaning softly when I let instinct take over and wrap my tongue around it, sucking and licking his thumb while he slides his tongue along the column of my throat. Pulling his thumb from my mouth, the hand on my neck slips down my back, pulling me away from the door while he lifts his head to press his mouth to my ear again. “Maybe I want to fuck your tight little ass, Ellenore.” He traces the crease between my ass cheeks with the tips of his fingers, applying just enough pressure to pull another shuddering gasp from my throat.
“Lex, I—”
“Shhh…” His fingers squeeze my ass cheek while his teeth nip my throat, both hard enough to sting. “I’m thinking.” The hand on my ass relaxes, gliding around my hip, following the slope across the top of my thigh. “What about your perfect, little pussy?” His thumb skims the top of my mound before pushing lower to trace its hot, swollen seam. When he feels how wet and needy I am he lets out another growl, the tone of it so low and rough, I can feel the vibrations of it against my throat. “We have a winner.”
Slipping his arms around me, Lex lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist while he navigates his way through the dark. He stops next to the couch, his arms locked around me, hands cradling my ass.
“Quiz time.” He whispers it in my ear, his warm breath skating across my chest.
“Again?” I whine, shifting my ass in his hands, trying to rub myself with his fingers. “Now?”
“Again. Now.” He says it carefully while a wicked grin spreads, slow and wide across his face. “Only one question. No wrong answer—do you want me to fuck you with my cock or my tongue?”
“Is this a trick question?”
One of his hands lifts off my ass to deliver a sharp smack to its cheek. “Answer the question, Ellenore.”
“Cock.” The warm, stinging tingle on my ass spreads fast, pushing the word out of my mouth like there’s no longer any room for it in my brain.
He strokes a hand over my stinging ass cheek while he slips the fingers of his other hand further between my legs. “Say it again,” he says while he teases me, giving me feather-light strokes along the seam of my pussy. “This time in a complete sentence.”
I’m tempted to refuse to see if he’ll spank me again but I don’t because I’m too desperate to get him inside me. “I want you to fuck me with your cock, Lex.”
Groaning his approval, Lex lowers us onto the couch but instead of laying me down and climbing on top of me, he sits down so that I’m in his lap, straddling his hips.
As soon as I realize where this is going, I feel my anxiety spike again. “Lex, I don’t—”
“No talking during the test, Ellenore,” he says, hands sliding up my back to unhook my bra. Freeing my breasts, he tosses it away before palming them, giving my stiff, aching nipples a rough brush with his thumbs before lifting one to his mouth.
