Chapter Six
LEXIE WANTS TO PLAY WITH JOE’S BIG TOOL
The next morning, Lexie woke up late. She yawned and stretched, feeling wonderfully good all the way to her toes. She sat up and yawned again. Based on the noises coming from downstairs, Joe was already at work in the kitchen. She looked fondly at the spot where he’d slept next to her after their unexpected and mind-blowing encounter. Her pussy clenched tantalizingly at the memory.
The sun was high in the sky, and she wondered how long Joe had already been working. She glanced at her alarm clock and a momentary panic sent her pulse racing.
“Ten thirty!” She’d blown half the morning.
Lexie never slept late on the weekends, not since she’d started her single-handed, breakneck-paced effort to get her beach house transformed into a B&B. Yanking the sheets back, she scooted to the edge of the bed and saw herself in the mirror across the room. Her hair was one big tangled mess, the result of sleeping with it wet after their quick shower to remove beach sand. It didn’t really matter since she was about to get down and dirty with another round of wallpaper stripping, but Lexie didn’t feel like working today. Not this morning. Not after that amazing sex. Not when she had a sweet plumber downstairs, a guy with the best equipment she’d ever had the good fortune to utilize. Her sex clenched again, the tingling growing stronger by the minute.
Lexie wanted to play some more.
She just wasn’t sure how to go about it, how to tempt him into making a move, because regardless of how much she’d enjoyed their encounter, Lexie wasn’t ready to boldly ask for more. And if she wasn’t going to ask, she’d have to seduce instead, but she’d never played the alluring vixen in her entire life.
Why not? Last night, she’d unexpectedly invited a guy skinny dipping and then, like a carefree water nymph, had wildly fucked under the stars.
That playful creature was me. Alexis Ashley Kosta. This new side of her seemed to be developing in tandem with her relationship with Joe, and she liked it. She smiled to the empty room.
Lexie climbed off the bed ready to tackle the challenge in the same manner she went after everything she wanted in life, with determination and careful planning. She took her time showering, toweling dry and blow-drying her hair. With sex on her mind, everything became a sensual experience. The warm water gliding over her body. The plush cotton caressing her skin. The soft brush sweeping through her hair. Lexie’s nipples drew tight and desire curled in her belly. She wanted Joe’s hands on her next.
She chose her skimpiest outfit: velvet short shorts that just covered her ass, a barely-there peach camisole—and no bra. Rather than her usual work glasses, she put in contact lenses and, lastly, carefully applied a good dose of makeup—smoky eyes and ruby lips—aiming for vampy and hoping she hadn’t instead achieved slutty.
Looking in the mirror one last time, she shook her hair and grinned, liking the self-assured woman smiling back at her. As an afterthought, she grabbed her one pair of sexy platform sandals, prepared to strut with knock-him-to-his-knees confidence when she entered the kitchen.
And she did—hips swaying, tits bouncing, and lips smiling.
Joe lay under the sink, his torso and legs sticking out.
Her perfect strut halted and her lips turned down in a pout. Boo! This isn’t going to work.
Joe knew she was there, Lexie was sure of that, because he paused, his hand holding a wrench motionless in the air. “Hey, good morning,” he called but didn’t immediately scoot out. “I’m close to finishing up the kitchen and hope to get it done by lunchtime.”
Lexie was grateful for Joe’s hard work but she wanted him working on a different pipe this morning. She considered her options. What would Joe do if she went down on her knees and unzipped his pants, pulling his rod out to caress and lick? Lexie almost laughed, knowing full well that her confidence didn’t extend that far—not yet anyway.
Taking a less extreme approach, Lexie walked to the fridge and pulled out a jug of iced tea. After filling a glass, she walked back to stand over him, placing a foot on either side of his knees. She attempted a sultry tone, unsure what it should sound like but giving it her best try.
“How about a glass of iced tea? It’s warm in here, and I can see you’ve been working hard.”
Joe scooted out enough to answer and stopped dead staring up at her. “Um…ah.”
She watched as his gaze traveled up her legs to pause where her thighs met. Lexie bent all the way down, dangling her breasts above him, knowing Joe could see her aureoles through the thin fabric. They jiggled a bit without any bra support, and Joe’s eyes jerked to her chest. He licked his lips.
“I asked if you would like a glass of something cold,” she purred, “or if there is anything else I can get for you…anything at all?”
“No,” Joe all but yelled, scuttling back under the sink. “I mean, no thank you,” he called as he grabbed a wrench and started sharply rotating something down there she couldn’t see.
Lexie smirked and looked down at his crotch—a prominent bulge pushed against his jeans. Good, she thought. But it wasn’t good enough. Lexie put the glass down on the counter and lowered herself to kneel on all fours over him.
“Joe,” she called sweetly. “Is there room for two under there? I’d love to see what you’re doing. That way I can, maybe, fix it myself if I need to someday.”
She squeezed her knees together against his prone thighs. Joe’s entire body jerked, his arm forcefully yanking the wrench.
There was a grinding noise and, suddenly, water poured down on him.
“Damn!” Joe muttered.
Lexie quickly clambered off him, trying not to giggle as water sprayed him on the face and soaked his shirt. She rose to stand and watched as he worked quickly to fix the problem and then climbed out from under the sink.
“Oh my. Joe the Plumber, you’re all wet,” she teased. “I guess you’ve successfully drained my pipes.”
He really was drenched. His hair dripped, his shirt stuck to his muscled chest, and water seeped into his pants.
“You may not know this, but I dislike being called Joe the Plumber,” he grumbled from underneath a kitchen towel. He scrubbed it across his face with both hands.
I shouldn’t do this. Continuing to tease Joe now was like poking a badger. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get bit. Lexie grinned, because she wanted him to bite her.
“What a bummer for Joe the Plumber,” she sang out in an overly sweet voice. “You should strip before you drip…all over my kitchen floor.”
Joe lowered the towel to stare at Lexie. He looked cute, his expression a mix of amusement and stupefaction.
Then his eyes narrowed on her, his lips quirking with mischief.
Oops, maybe I’ve gone too far. Having never teased a guy like this before, Lexie wasn’t sure she was ready for the consequences. She scooted a little out of his reach and watched him closely.
Joe slowly placed the towel on the counter, acting casual as if nothing was the matter. In a lightning-fast about-face, he grabbed the spray hose from the sink, turning the faucet on with his free hand, and sprayed Lexie full on. Water hit her face before he lowered it to soak her chest.
“Eeek!” Lexie screeched, jumping backward. “That’s cold!”
Joe chuckled and continued dousing her until she was thoroughly wet and dripping. He flipped the faucet off and dropped the hose, never once taking his eyes off her.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Lexie spluttered, but Joe wasn’t listening. His eyes were glued to her breasts. She glanced down to see that her thin wet top had turned virtually transparent, her rosy aureoles clearly visible and her nipples peaked, pressing against the fabric. Lexie reflexively raised her arms to cover herself, the old shy her taking over like a bad habit, but Joe moved too quickly. In seconds, he grabbed her forearms and pulled Lexie toward him, his focus still on her chest. His gaze flicked to her face for one second, and Lexie saw such caring there that it filled her with happiness.
She’d also seen something else in his smoldering eyes—desire. The knowledge both emboldened and enflamed her. She arched her back, bringing her breasts closer to his mouth, silently urging him to take the next step.
Joe lowered his head and sucked one budded nipple into his mouth, fabric and all.
“Oh!” she cried, gasping and pushing into him. Joe reached up and yanked her camisole down to latch onto a bare breast, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin and nipping on the hard peak.
Lexie moaned and grasped his head to hold it in place. “Please,” she groaned low. Her voice sounded nothing like her—all raw and needy. “Oh, yes. More!”
She reached out and tugged at his wet shirt, and suddenly they were both frantically pulling on each other. Joe yanked her shorts and underwear down with one sharp tug, while she struggled with the zipper on his jeans, not succeeding. Everything was wet and clinging, but Joe had her top off in seconds before ripping off his own.
He pulled Lexie to him and lowered his mouth to hers. Joe’s warm chest and rough curls brushed against her aching nipples. He picked Lexie up roughly and sat her on the kitchen counter, her naked rear meeting cold tile. His hands raced across her body, roughly caressing and tweaking as if he were trying to feel her everywhere at once. One strong hand settled between her legs, taking ownership, petting her curls until he found her clit. Joe slid his tongue into her mouth in tandem with the finger teasing the entrance to her hole, his thumb tantalizing her aching bud at the same time.
Lexie moaned and bent backward, offering more of herself, thoroughly lost in the dizzying sensations Joe created in her. She bucked mindlessly into his hand, and he sank two fingers into her.
“You are so wet and hot.” Joe groaned, his mouth never leaving hers as he caressed and nipped her lips.
He broke from her for mere seconds to pull out his wallet before shoving his jeans down. Lexie stared at his jutting rod as it sprang free. It was thick and large, and she reached tentatively toward it. Joe yanked a condom from his wallet and within seconds had it on. He paused for a moment to look at her, his face questioning.
“Please, yes.” Lexie reached out to him. He grunted and yanked her to the edge of the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Joe took hold of his dick and in one quick thrust plunged deep inside her, all the way in.
“Oh, yeah.” Joe sounded both hoarse and satisfied, as he stretched her, filled her.
She burned and tingled and wanted more, pulling and grabbing at him. They rutted like wild, mindless beasts, he bucking into her and she arching and moving against him, their hands pawing every inch of bare skin, and she loved it. Freed of her inhibitions, she gloried in this new kind of love making, this new kind of primal connection.
But Lexie wanted more. Needed more.
Harsh, guttural sounds rent the air. Whether him or her, Lexie didn’t know, so completely lost was she in a world of sensation, of pleasure, of raging, long-denied lust. Joe’s tongue plunged into her mouth over and over to the rhythm of the relentless thrusting friction of his cock. Lexie writhed against him, the burning ache growing ever larger and stronger. With her entire being, she needed it to consume her, until finally it did.
Lexie burst open—white-hot stars and fiery ecstasy exploding within her, sending her flying high on a glorious cloud of pleasure. For endless moments, she floated along in mindless euphoria, her only connection to the world the man who held her so tightly.
Joe was there with her. He grunted and yelled and thrust one last time, bucking into her to climax along with her.
Panting and sweating, Joe’s arms were steel bands around Lexie, like he didn’t want to ever let go of her.
Lexie panted, too, and smiled up at him.
She murmured softly, “Joe the Plumber can plunge my pipes anytime he wants.”
His entire body trembled—actually trembled inside her and out—responding to her sassy invitation. Lexie’s confidence in her femininity ratcheted higher.
His eyes sought Lexie’s, locked her to him. “Umm…could you say that again? I’m not sure I heard you right.”
Lexie laughed delightedly, but she wouldn’t make it too easy. “I was just thinking out loud about writing a YELP review.” She winked. “I think that Joe the Plumber will get three stars for his up close and personal service…and for his excellent plunging skills.”
“Only three?” He grinned at her. “I’ll have to work harder next time, maybe bring out my specialized kit.”
“Your what?”
Joe laughed. “You’ll have to wait to find out, but I promise you, you’ll be seeing five stars when I’m done with you, maybe even ten.”
“I look forward to it.”
Lexie grinned at him, happier and more relaxed than she’d been in a long time. She had no idea where this would go but hoped somewhere wonderful. If it didn’t…well, for once it wouldn’t be because she’d acted the mousy librarian. Not this time.
She drew his head down to her and kissed him with all the wild, wanton desire she’d had pent up inside her for years.