Chapter 78: The little start?[R18]
Alex felt the lock snap. The air touched his skin, raising goosebumps.
His warning caught in his throat.
Rose’s eyes widened. She closed the space between them.
Thud. Her palm hit the locker by his head. Her other hand clamped his jaw.
"You don’t get to tease me." Her breath was hot against his lips.
She jumped.
Oof. Air rushed from his lungs. His spine cracked against the metal. She twisted. They fell. The floor met his back.
Her weight pinned him. Heat seeped into his skin.
He stared up. Rose’s heartbeat pounded through his ribs.
"Mine," she growled.
Her hands tore at his shirt. Buttons held.
Rose paused. Her eyes narrowed.
A sharp fizz filled the air. His shirt dissolved into threads of smoke. His skin tingled, then burned. Alex’s mouth fell open.
Rose bent. Her mouth moved across his chest—licking, biting.
Her dress strained. Her fingers tugged the zipper.
Snap. "Dammit!"
Fabric ripped. Satin flew. Crack. It hit the mirror.
She was bare. Pale skin. Her breasts hung above him, swaying with each breath.
Alex’s chest stilled. His eyes fixed on her.
Rose scrambled over him. She swung one leg across his hips.
She settled. The warmth of her butt pressed into his legs.
She paused, hair hanging over her shoulders, breathing heavily.
Her eyes locked on his.
She felt him—hard, hot—against her thigh.
Her tongue slid over her bottom lip.
Alex swallowed.
He reached up. His hands gripped her butt. Squeezed. Felt the muscle tighten under smooth skin.
Rose tilted her head. "See? This is strength~"
Alex’s toes curled.
Rose shifted. Lifted her hips. Her hand slid down. Found the wetness between her legs.
Her fingers moved. Circling. Stroking.
Then, she smiled.
"Alex," her voice was thick. "Do you know what working out does for a woman?"
Alex gulped. His eyes stuck on her moving hand. "I... I don’t," he croaked.
Rose laughed. Low. Rough.
"Of course the water~"
Her hips jerked.
A gush of liquid burst from her. Hot. It hit his erection. Splashed his chest. Dripped down his sides.
Drops landed on his lips. He gagged. Swallowed. Tasted salt and a sharp, electric tang.
Alex’s body jolted. His back arched off the tile. His eyes rolled back.
Rose shuddered. Her gaze gleamed.
She looked from his wet shaft to his face.
"How is it? Little teaser?" she breathed.
Alex blinked. Wiped his mouth on his shoulder. The taste lingered.
A wet grin spread across his face.
Rose lowered her torso. Her breasts dragged down his damp chest—soft, heavy.
One pressed into his neck. The other rubbed against his erection.
The flesh pressed firmly against the base of him.
She leaned in. Her lips parted. Her tongue flicked out.
Lick. She wet the tip of him. Slow. Deliberate.
She was preparing him.
Rose moaned. Her hips rocked against his.
Alex’s hands clenched her butt. His fingers dug into flesh.
Rose’s tongue lapped again. Then she sank lower. Her head disappeared between their bodies.
Her mouth closed around him. Heat. Wetness. Pressure.
Sensation shot up his spine. His teeth ground together. A growl rumbled in his chest.
She began to move. Her breasts rubbed his stomach with each motion. The slide of her tongue, the tightness of her throat.
Rose pulled back slightly. Her eyes traveled his length. The curve of her breast brushed his shaft as she moved.
She sank again. Deeper. Her tongue pressed hard along the underside.
Rose looked up. Her wet eyes met his. Her mouth was full.
Alex’s breath hitched. He saw only her face—flushed, intense.
He let go of her butt. His hands grabbed her breasts. Squeezed.
Rose hummed. The vibration traveled straight through him.
She sank one last time. Deep. Her throat constricted.
Alex’s head thrashed against the tile. His body bowed. Every muscle locked.
Rose felt it. She pulled back. Her mouth dragged up his length.
She lifted her head. Gasping. Lipstick smeared.
Her breasts were slick, steam rising from skin. They slid against his chest as she moved up.
Rose settled on his stomach. Her eyes were hazy. Proud.
He was ready.
She looked from his face to his wet erection.
She smiled.
Her mouth took him whole. Deep. Throat tight.
This time, her tongue was a whip. Sharp. Relentless. A storm of sensation.
She pulled back an inch. Her eyes gleamed. Then she thrust her head forward. Hard. Fast.
Again. Again. Again.
The rhythm hammered into him. The tile was cold. Alex’s body seized.
His hands gripped her hair, pulling her head back. His voice tore into a roar.
"Rose!"
He arched. His legs kicked.
Release exploded from his core.
Rose held his gaze. She took it.
Alex’s body shook. Fluid pulsed into her throat. A hard, full release.
She did not pull away. She swallowed. Grunted.
The last tremors ran through him. Alex lay spent, eyes wet, vision blurred.
Rose held for a moment longer. Then, she lifted her head.
Her lips gleamed. Her eyes were clouded.
She swallowed. Licked her lips.
A small, wet smirk formed.
"Taste strong,"
"And tell me, little teaser... what comes after I do the mouth job?"
Rose stood up, She looked down at Alex, his chest still heaving. Her own wetness gleamed between her thighs.
She moved over him, her shadow falling across his face. He blinked his eyes open. His vision cleared, and directly above him was the swollen, glistening center of her.
Without a word, she lowered her hips. The warm, musky scent of her skin filled his nostrils. Her flesh brushed against his lips.
"lick it," she gasped, her voice rough.
Her hands tangled in his hair, fingers gripping tight. She guided his head forward, pressing his face into her. A low moan tore from her throat as his mouth made contact.
Alex hesitated for a second. Then, a surge of defiance ran through him. His hands came up, clamping onto her hips, holding her in place.
His tongue lashed out. A broad, flat stroke from bottom to top.
Rose cried out, her hips jolting. "Yes! Like that!"
He did it again, harder. Then his mouth closed over her, sucking. The sound was wet and messy.
Her thighs tightened around his head. She ground herself down against his mouth, her movements becoming frantic. "Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!"
He didn’t. His tongue probed and circled, finding a rhythm that made her scream. He could feel the muscles inside her clenching against his tongue.
One of his hands slid from her hip, a finger pressing and entering.
Rose’s whole body stiffened. A sharp, guttural sound was ripped from her lungs. Her back arched.
Her grip on his hair, shoving his face deeper as her hips bucked against him. A hot gush of liquid flooded his mouth and spilled over his chin and cheeks.
She collapsed forward, her hands slapping against the tile on either side of his head for support. Her body shuddered, waves of sensation still rolling through her.
Slowly, she lifted herself off him. Alex lay beneath her, his face soaked, fluid dripping from his hairline. He panted, catching his breath.
Rose looked down at the mess she’d made on him. A slow, tired smile spread across her lips.
"Now," she breathed, her chest still rising and falling. "Let’s start the real part."