Page 50 of Butter You Up
I laugh, and Alex leans forward to kiss me again. I’m straddling him, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side, which allows me to sit with Alex’s hard cock right between my legs and grind on it. I purposefully wore a skirt for easy access, and the rough denim through my cotton panties provides just the right amount of pressure.
After a few minutes of making out, Alex pulls back. “Can anyone see us in here?”
The shades are down, and it’s still light out, so no one can see in. However…
I bring my lips right to Alex’s ear. “They can’t see us. But they can hear us. The windows are open.” If anyone is out there, the screens won’t do much to muffle the noises. I think everyone’s gone inside the big house, though.
Alex groans, and I stifle a laugh. If someone had told me weeks ago that Alex ran his mouth during sex, I wouldn’t have believed them. Alex, during that first night, made my body clench around him and gave me wicked ideas with his dirty talk. Since then, things have escalated.
Usually, it’s not a problem because we’re alone at the house. Alex can make me scream, he can tell me what he wants to do to me, and with a little prompting, he can get real nasty.
“You’ll just have to be quiet,” I whisper, nipping his ear.
I extricate myself from his arms and reach up under my skirt to pull my panties off. Alex lifts his hips and opens his jeans, tugging them and his underwear down to mid-thigh.
He retrieves the condom from his pocket and rolls it on. When I approach, skirt around my waist, he grabs my hips and helps me settle on my knees, hovering over his cock. We both take sharp, drawn breaths as I position him at my entrance and lower myself to his lap.
I love the way Alex fills me. He lets go of my hips, leaning back to look at where we’re joined. I place my hands on his chest and start to work my hips, but he stops me. Alex tugs my hand up to his mouth and, maintaining eye contact, sucks my first two fingers into his mouth. He drags them out slowly and then pushes them down between us.
“Make yourself come on my cock,” he rasps.
I close my eyes and touch myself, rolling my clit between my saliva-slicked fingers. My other hand comes to rest on Alex’s jean-clad knee behind me, allowing me to lean back.
“Fuck, I want to see that cunt come on my cock. It already feels so good.” He’s barely talking above a whisper. Almost like he’s talking to himself instead of me, and I press harder against my clit, getting rough because I can feel the orgasm building inside me already. Occasionally, my fingers brush against the base of Alex’s cock, and after a few strokes, I adjust so that my fingers are on either side of where he’s seated, and my thumb takes over on my clit.
“You’re so hot. Your pussy swallows me so good, doesn’t it? Fucking made for me.”
I squeeze my eyes tighter. My thumb works frantically, and combined with Alex’s dirty mouth, I’m getting so close already. I squirm and shift, and when my orgasm overtakes me, my eyes fly open.
Alex’s gaze meets mine and I can barely hear what he’s saying over the roar in my ears.
“That’s my good girl.”
I shiver and Alex sits up, wrapping his arms around me and taking my mouth in a hot kiss. I’m boneless and satiated, so I follow him when he lays down. Alex’s grip is tight, and he fucks me from beneath, his hips snapping up and his breath warm in my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so good. Anything you want, I’ll fucking give it to you. When we get home tonight—”home, my heart echoes, “—I’m going to make you come on my tongue over and?—”
His words choke off as Alex pulses inside me.
* * *
After we clean up—body wipes for the win!—Alex and I head up to the big house. Ethan is grilling tonight, and Diane stands with him, chatting when we pass by. She’s got long light brown hair and is about my height—so, short—and every time I see her, I have a hard time reconciling her beauty and fashionable clothes with someone I hear has been getting her hands dirty in the garden with Ethel.
Trixie’s at the back door waiting for us, and Alex bends down to give her a good head scratch.
“I’m gonna set her bed up in the truck. I’ll see you inside.” Alex and Trixie lope off while I head into the kitchen.
As soon as I walk in, Colleen shoves a wine bottle at me and tells me to pour drinks. With Diane, our dinner party is now up to seven, and we go through a few bottles every Sunday. I run around taking drink orders and then set the wine glasses by Lia. She’s slicing bread, even though she won’t be able to eat it, and sways over to nudge my hip with hers. “You disappeared.”
She laughs while I blush. “I don’t think you have a leg to stand on,” I tell her. “I’m pretty sure the first night I pulled in, you two were ‘busy.’”
She shrugs and gets a far-off look. “Those Bedd men are pretty insatiable.”
No argument there. “Wine tonight, or LaCroix?” I ask her.
“LaCroix.”
“One effervescent beverage, coming right up!” I announce.
