Chapter 33
Luke
I was making dinner. I couldn’t cook for shit, but here I was with a damn recipe on my phone trying to make pasta. What the hell I was going to add to it if I managed to get it edible at all was another story, but I was trying to cook.
Why was I being such a domestic fool? Because I was hoping to God Alexa would come back, and I wanted to give her something to eat. I wanted to feed her. It was some primal male thing that a man wanted to feet his woman, and I was suffering all the symptoms of a man suffering from love.
Pathetic, especially considering I was standing in my kitchen alone, not even knowing if she was going to arrive.
I didn’t know if she was going to come back. She’d been so unsure at my office. Maybe I had pushed too hard. Maybe I had said too many things she didn’t like.
If she had to think about wanting to see me, we weren’t in a good place. And if she wanted nothing to do with me, I couldn’t look after her the way I wanted to, the way I needed to. I would have to follow her around all the time and risk becoming a real problem.
Not the mention the mind-blowing sex, the ultimate fantasy that had turned out to be Alexa, that I would be forever robbed of.
Whatever. I didn’t care. She was a big girl and she had made it clear she could take care of herself. That was what she could do. She could go fuck herself if she decided that this little spat was enough to walk away from everything over.
I didn’t need her. I didn’t need anyone. I was strong and on top of the shit in my life, and any woman would be happy to fuck me if I offered. I had a great body, a devil dick, and I was more than satisfying in bed. Yeah, I didn’t need the likes of Alexa around to make me feel like more of a man.
I could find another woman. Or I could go without a woman. I’d done that for long enough, too. This whole love thing was highly overrated if you asked me.
The buzzer for the front door went off, and I hurried to open it like a sap. Alexa stood in front of me with her bags and mixture of hope and remorse on her face.
“You didn’t call to tell me you were on your way,” I said.
“I know. I’m sorry. I decided to come and here I am.”
I smiled at her, and when she smiled back at me, her face lighting up like a spring morning, I knew that I’d just been lying to myself.
I wanted her here. I wanted Alexa and no one else, and if she’d decided not to come, I would have been disappointed. I didn’t want any other women. I didn’t want to keep living the bachelor life. I wanted her.
“Come in,” I said. “I would tell you that dinner is almost ready, but I have to be honest with you: I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Alexa laughed. “You’re cooking?”
“If that’s what you want to call it.”
She chuckled again and walked into the bedroom to put her bags down before she came back. I was stirring my pasta.
“Did you add salt?” Alexa asked.
I shook my head. “It wasn’t in the recipe.”
I showed her what I was working on. “It says it right there,” she said.
“You do it,” I said.
“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. I want to look at you, so you do the cooking and I’ll stare at you. Win-win.”
“That sounds like a double win for you.”
I shrugged and she laughed. She was back. She was here in my house and we were okay.
“So…” she started.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m sorry. About the whole fight. I overreacted a little.”
I shook my head. “Not any more than I did.”
“It’s just been a lot on my shoulders, you know? I haven’t been dealing with everything too well. I feel like there’s so much I haven’t worked through yet.”
I nodded. “I understand.” God, with the number of things she’d been through, it was a wonder she was still smiling. Of course she’d snapped. I hadn’t been through half of what she’d dealt with and I’d lost my cool.
“I’m sorry, too,” I said.
“Do you have a sauce for this?” she asked.
I walked to fridge and took out a tomato sauce thing I’d bought earlier.
“This fine?” I asked.
“Perfect.”
She added it to the pasta, and it smelled fantastic. Suddenly it was a meal. Women could do that. Everything they touched turned into something better.
“And no,” Alexa said, shaking her head, “you don’t have to be sorry. I understand where you were coming from. I mean…I get it.”
She grabbed two plates and dished out pasta for both of us.
“That looks so much better than what I was doing,” I said.
“You’ll get there,” she said, but I disagreed with her. I didn’t want to get there, learn how to cook on my own. I wanted her to stay with me, to be with me for however long I could have her.
We sat down and ate, and the food was fantastic. We talked about small things, about the weather and current events and everything that felt so mundane after everything we’d been through. It had changed my perspective on life a little, and I was pretty sure it had done the same for Alexa.
“That was great, babe,” I said when we were both done. Alexa took my plate and walked to the kitchen. I followed her. She stood in front of the sink, running water to rinse the plates so the food wouldn’t dry before we washed them later. I watched her work. She wore jeans and a casual T-shirt, and she looked fantastic. Her hair was loose and her ass was magnificent.
I wanted that.
I walked to her and pressed my dick against her ass. I was already hard. She gasped. I pinned her against the sink with my hips and reached around to put my hand on her jaw. I turned her face toward me and kissed her.
My other hand slid around and found her breast. This woman was mine, and I was going to take her.
She gasped and moaned, moving her body in a rolling motion with me as I ground my cock against her ass. Her nipple was hard against my palm, and she tasted like the food we’d just eaten and lust.
I stepped away, giving her enough space so that I could turn her around, make her face me. I cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes. They were a dark blue like the ocean and just as deep.
“I love you, Alexa,” I said. I needed her to know that. Before I did anything else to her, I wanted her to know how much I cared. “I don’t want to lose you again. The thought of living without you…”
“You don’t have to,” she said. “I love you, too.”
“How’s your head?” I asked. I slid my hands down her neck, and she hesitated, struggling to think about the words.
“It’s much better,” she said.
“Good.”
I kissed her again, wrapping my hands around her neck, and she gasped. I was careful not to squeeze too hard, but she was mine and I wanted her.
“Come to the bedroom,” I said.
She swallowed and nodded. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. In the room, I pinned her against the wall. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and ran my hands down her body. She shivered. I kissed her, cupping her pussy. I rubbed her over her jeans until she whimpered and writhed, wanting more.
“Do you want me, kitten?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want my dick?”
She nodded. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her arms, guiding her to kneel in front of me.
“Take off your shirt and your bra first,” I said.
She did as I asked. She was in her role now, submissive and obeying, and I was the dominant. I loved it.
She pulled her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, and let it all fall to the floor. Her tits were fantastic, large and round with her nipples hard little nubs. She was horny for me.
I unzipped my pants and pulled them down enough to pull out my cock. She leaned forward, eager, and took it into her mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking me off. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and she whimpered around my cock. I pushed her head forward, sliding my dick farther down her throat, pushing against her soft pallet. She took a breath, and I pushed down her throat. I fucked her mouth, hearing her make strangling and gagging sounds. It was so fucking hot to hear her choking on my cock.
I could do this until I came and I would be satisfied, but I wanted to fuck her.
I pulled out of her mouth with a pop. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my pants.
“Get out of your clothes,” I said, “and bend over the bend.”
She took off her pants, and I watched her as she moved to the bed. Her skin was smooth and soft. She bent over the bed, pointing her ass at me. I rubbed her ass cheeks, grabbing them and squeezing them. I slapped one cheek and she yelped. I did it a few more times until her skin turned pinkish. I wanted to do so much more to her, make her red and whimpering, but next time.
I spun her around and kissed her. My naked cock pressed against her pussy, and she gasped in my mouth, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I pushed her so that she fell back onto the bed. I crawled onto the bed with her and her thighs fell open for me.
“So eager, princess,” I said. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you? So keen.”
She nodded, her eyes on mine. That wouldn’t do.
I moved away from her and reached into my closet. I found two of my ties and tied one around her eyes so that she was blindfolded. The other tie I fastened around her wrists and to the bed post. She lay diagonally on the bed, her chest rising and falling in anticipation. I opened her legs and she gasped.
“You’re so wet,” I said, sliding my fingers down her slit to her entrance. I push two fingers into her, and she moaned. I leaned down and closed my mouth over her clit, sucking on her while I pumped my fingers in and out of her. She cried out and moaned, writhing.
“Lie still,” I said against her pussy. She tried to obey but she jerked, her body shuddering every now and then. “I said, lie still,” I said again.
She wasn’t very good at keeping still. She was too into what I was doing, and that made me feel great. But I let go of her and she moaned in protest.
“If you can’t lie still, I’ll have to make you,” I said. I shifted on the bed, turning so that my dick was close to her face. I climbed onto her and pressed my cock against her lips. She yelped, the cock in her face unexpected, but she opened her mouth and I slid back in. It was harder to get down her throat from this angle, but she could take me. There wasn’t a choice.
And she did. She took me like a pro.
I dove between her legs again and flicked my tongue over her clit, licking her and sucking her. She moaned around my dick. I pumped my hips with small movement, sliding in and out of her mouth, and she was powerless with her hands tied and her eyes blindfolded. It was hot as fuck.
She orgasmed in no time at all. Dominating her turned her on a lot. We would work on orgasm denial and teaching her to hold out later. For now I wanted her to orgasm as many times as she wanted. Her body spasmed beneath me, and she moved her head to the side so my cock slipped out of her mouth. I let her get away with it.
When she was done, I turned around again. I opened her legs and pushed myself against her entrance. I slid into her without working myself in slowly, and she was so fucking tight that I cried out when I did. Her body gripped mine, and it was like it pulled me. She was so delicate, so petite. It was an ego boost. When I fucked her, I felt even bigger than I already was.
I lay down on top of her, propping myself up on my elbows on either side of her head and bucking my hips, pumping in and out of her. She cried out, and I fucked her hard, moving in and out of her like a power piston.
She orgasmed again.
“You’re easy today, princess,” I said. “You’re just going to keep coming for me, okay?”
I grinned and watched her gasp and moan and cry out as she orgasmed, her body convulsing beneath mine, gripping my cock, milking me. If I didn’t have my control, I would have lost my load inside her right about now, but I was good at holding back.
After a while of fucking her like that, I pulled out of her. She closed her legs and scissored them, already feeling me. I grabbed her hips and flipped her around. She cried out, airborne for a moment. She landed on her stomach. I pulled her hips up so that I could get her knees beneath her and her ass pointed up in the hair, her back arched and her chest still on the mattress. She couldn’t get her hands under her. She was splayed over for me, vulnerable and exposed. Just how I liked her.
I pushed my cock into her pussy again and she cried out. She was so tight after orgasming, and her ass was so fucking perfect. I held onto her ass cheeks while I fucked her, pounding into her. She yelped in rhythm with my fucking, her body rocking back and forth, her ass jiggling. I slapped her once or twice and she cried out. I ran my hand up her back and she gasped.
She cried out, and it sounded like she was orgasming again. Sure as hell felt like it, but by now she was so tight, everything felt like an orgasm. But she pulsated, cried out, convulsed. How many were we on, three?
I pulled out of her and she protested. I leaned over her, my cock big and wet on her back, and untied her hands and her blindfold. The ties fell to the bed. I moved back and pushed into her, but I pulled her arms up and behind her back, holding onto her so that her back curved, pushing out her breasts. I held her with one arm, groping her breasts with my other hand before I resumed my hold on both her arms and started fucking her again.
This time I didn’t hold back. I fucked her hard and fast, working on my own orgasm, not hers. She cried out and whimpered as I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her pussy.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” I growled in her ear. “Come for me one more time.”
She moaned when I said it, and I released a moment later, shoving my dick into her as far as it would go. She cried out, and she was right there with me, orgasming, her body milking mine as I emptied myself inside her. She shivered and her body spasmed around my cock.
Finally, I let go of her hands and she fell to the bed, catching herself. I rubbed her ass with my hands and slowly pulled out of her. She was so tight, it was like her body didn’t want to let me go. But I was getting soft.
“That’s my good girl,” I said to her. She collapsed on the bed and I stretched myself out next to her.
“I have to clean up,” Alexa said.
“I like it when you’re a mess.”
I turned my head to her and she smiled. I put my hands between her legs, and she was right; she was a mess. Her thighs were slick with our sex, her pussy drenched in our combined fluids. I loved it when she was spent like this. She turned her face to me, and I kissed her on her forehead before I pulled her against my body, spooning her, holding her.
Mine, I thought.