Chapter 5 - Lexi

 

 

Touching and tasting him like this was divine. Why did we break up again? Oh yeah, he went off and joined the military. At least, that’s what I’d been told. After that he hardly came home and became extremely secretive. As time went on, our lives went in separate directions. Why was he on the street though, looking like a bum? There had to be some meaning behind it. I didn’t have time to contemplate what that might be as I watched him shake with pleasure.

“Holy shit, Lexi. Let’s spend the entire day together, like this, in bed. Can we?”

“Hmm, that’s a tempting offer. What did you mean when you said that you think you owe me an explanation?”

“I just mean long term. It feels so right being with you and I don’t even know what you’re thinking, but my life is complicated now, and in all honesty, it might be better that we don’t go down this road. I’m not going to be able to give you what you want. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I was confused by his candor. I thought for a moment that he had been injured in such a way that he would be unable to continue. I was a little worried, but the evidence of his prowess was right there in front of me.

“I said I wanted to live in the moment more, remember? I’m not thinking about long-term anything right now. Except maybe long-term lovemaking. With you. Today.” I cupped him gently, tickling his sac. Something I knew he had always loved. When we were younger, he often requested it.

“Oh, you remember,” he breathed in deeply.

“Is there something keeping you from enjoying the moment, Hudson? It doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is. We don’t have to read too much into it. I would rather take the time to smell the roses, or you, per se, than to give any weight to what our future holds. The only happy ending that I’m interested in right now is the one where I put a smile on your face. Is that okay with you? Or do you think it might be better if we don’t go down this road? This road right here?” I lightly kissed down his happy trail.

“I won’t be able to fight you off and I wouldn’t even if I could. I’m spent and a bit injured. I find myself in the unique position of letting you take control—though I doubt  that’s going to be any kind of hardship or challenge for you.” He winked. “I know that you don’t do this all the time. But I can’t believe a man hasn’t scooped you up. You’re a frigging dream.”

He looked me in the eyes and I could hear that his breath was short as I enjoyed pleasing him like I had many years before. I could feel him throbbing beneath my lips and knew that he was near the moment of expulsion.

“I like that I have a captive audience. It makes it more delicious to know that I can do whatever I want to you and that you really can’t do anything about it. You’re such a strong man, Hudson Randle, but I like seeing your weak side as well. Maybe I need to help you break some of your habits. What you just experienced was not the extent of my pleasure. That was nothing more than a hiccup. Maybe you’re not convinced, but you will be soon enough.” I took him by the base, holding him, and moved down with my eyes upon him. My tongue stretched out to touch him.

He moaned and gave me a taste of that control that had me working desperately to find more. It didn’t take much. He was showing signs of letting go. This was a man who was used to being in control. My mouth opened to receive him. He was the only thing that I could see. I was no porn star, but I had always enjoyed Hudson Randle. He pushed his hips forward and caused me to gag just a little. I pulled back to let him slide his length across my velvety soft tongue.

“You’ve always been good, and shy, and innocent. What is a good girl like you doing with a man like me? Holy shit, Lexi. What are you doing to me?” He was struggling, and I could tell that he wanted to show me that he was not going to bend to my will.

He didn’t have a choice as my mouth stole his resolve until finally, the product of his desperation was simmering on the surface. I slowed down, causing him to withstand even more. His toes curled, and his leg was raised by the shaking of his calf muscles. He was ready and we both knew what was coming. I gave him the heated recess of my mouth, and he groaned, spilling onto my tongue.

“Oh man, you’re even better than I remember,” he panted. “Thanks for taking such good care of me. Your bedside manner is something I could get used to. You’re still as beautiful as ever. I want to kiss every inch of you and then start all over again.” He had me at a loss for words, which was nothing unusual when it came to this man.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Randle. I haven’t had a man say that to me in…I don’t know how long. As usual, you’ve surpassed my expectations.” I didn’t want this feeling to end. I couldn’t wait to tell Lynn about who I ran into. She’ll get a real kick out of hearing about this. She’s not going to believe it.

“I’m not just saying this to get into your pants, Lexi. Although, I already have.” He grinned his gorgeous smile at me. “I really mean every word. Although we’ve changed, I still care about you. I always have.”

He was making me hungry again with his words of affection. “I know that you do… just not enough to share your current life with me.”

“Don’t do that, Lexi. You said you were okay with it. With enjoying the moment for what it is.”

“I know what I said. I never had any inclination about having this be more than just a one-night stand. I’ve grown accustomed to men like you. I’ve had my heart broken a few times since you. I’ve learned that leaving a man with a memory is better than getting involved only to be crushed in the end.”

I stood up, feeling defensive. “I don’t just give myself to anyone, but when I do I give them something they will remember. Something they can conjure up when they’re alone or with a significant other who doesn’t quite do it for them. Something they wish they could have again. I won’t be hurt again. And I sometimes find it exhilarating to steal a piece of a man and then leave them wondering if they’ll ever see me again. Most often times the answer to that question is no.”

I had experienced a lot of men from shore to shore. I never felt guilty about it because I didn’t sleep with all of them, but I did involve myself and now I was beginning to see that my actions could have consequences that were far reaching.

He sighed. “You’ve been hurt, I get it. But you need to be careful using your feminine power with that attitude. That kind of power brings with it responsibility.”

I didn’t take him for a comic book aficionado, but his choice of words was additional proof of something else we had in common. Spiderman was my favorite of all time. It appeared that we shared that sentiment, right down to the sticky web that streaked across his stomach.

“I’m sorry, Hudson. Yes, let’s just enjoy this moment like we said we would. I don’t want to ruin our time together. It’s great seeing you. Being with you again. There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend the entire day with you, here, like this.” I kissed across his stomach again.

He fell back with a deep and resounding breath of air. He lay there in the aftermath, looking at me like he wanted more. I found that even after he had finished he was still very much willing and able to please me.

His eyes were closed with his hands behind his head, but they opened again at the feel of my lips surrounding him and the moist heat from within. It didn’t take much for him to give me back the fullness that he had temporarily lost. He pulled me up to him and kissed me long and hard as he sat up, my legs straddled across him. I relaxed into him as he pushed himself inside me. His commanding presence was now forging ahead and splitting me open with urgency. He felt my walls squeezing down on him and it brought back the fire I’d seen in his eyes earlier.

I had one foot on the floor, using it as leverage. I gracefully moved up and down on him, savoring every inch, all the while being careful of the stitches I had placed in him earlier. I was watching carefully for any sign that I might be hurting him. He was groaning, but it was obvious that he was more than okay. It was obvious that pleasure was all that was currently radiating through his body.

“God damn…you really do put some of the others to shame. I’m not just saying that to stroke your ego, either. You’ve always mysteriously had a special knack for this. Ever since your first time. Ever since you had a taste for it. I remember. And you still have it, Lexi. You’re beautiful. I love watching you enjoy yourself. I love watching this sensual side of you as you move and caress me, with yourself. The pleasure on your face, while I’m inside you, leaves me mesmerized. I could watch you forever. There’s something in the way that you move that has me captured… and it leaves me wondering if there is a key that can set me free.”

His words pushed me over the edge and had me moaning like a maniac. He grabbed my hips, grinding in a circle until he finally hit that sweet spot. I collapsed on top of him and he reached for my backside, holding me there.

I bit his neck, lightly scratching his back, just enough to feel that vein begin to pulsate between his legs. There was no way I was going to idly sit back and let him take control of things. Not just yet. Even with my body still in the middle of a mind-altering climax, I was still able to finish him with my fingers twisting his nipples.

“You really shouldn’t be doing that… I’m telling you that I can’t be…trusted. Oh, girl, you have no idea what I want to do to you right now. I’m no longer the boy you remember.”

He proved it by flipping us onto the floor with my legs in the air. I barely missed the coffee table. I surrendered, giving in to the feeling of him sliding over the wetness of my orgasmic release.

My ass skidded across the carpet, causing me considerable discomfort. But not enough to voice what I was feeling. The way that he was hammering relentlessly told me that there was no holding him back.

His movements were demanding, and my body, without realizing it, soon found itself halfway across the room by the door. Sweat dripped from his brow, his momentum picking up. I wondered if his passion might leave me with a few black and blues.

“I’m there… I’m going to… CUMMMMM.” His last hard stroke was the one that lit the match to the fuse that had us both howling like it was the end of the world. He was a loaded gun and he just fired off point blank between my legs. As we tried to catch our breath, I could only wonder what we would do for an encore.