“Let's get moving then,” I allowed, going to take the duffel bag from her.
“Don't worry. The Chinese somehow tastes better when it's reheated,” she said, grabbing something under her bed and shoving it into the box of notebooks. She laid her laptop across the top and we made our way back to my truck.
When we got back to my place, I reheated the food. And it was bad. But she was right, I'd had worse. Alex took her laptop into the living room, picking at her plate of food and she manically typed into her keypad, adding pages and pages of information onto the forum on the dark net.
I ate despite a loss of appetite as I sat watching her work. Under other circumstances, I would find her single-minded focus and determination sexy as hell. But right then, watching her type up what was, in her own twisted fuckin' way, her own suicide note... yeah... that shit wasn't hot at all.
And that was what she did all day. Not taking a break to reheat her food when dinnertime rolled around, just eating it cold as she kept flipping through the pages of her notebook.
“Alex,” I said later, the world dark outside the windows.
“Almost done,” she said, not looking over. “A lot of this stuff was filler. Just another page or two.”
So I sat and waited.
Twenty minutes (and ten pages) later, she sighed, flexing her fingers then rubbing her eyes before turning to me.
“Okay. All done,” she said, giving me a bleary-eyed smile.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Yeah. I don't know why I was sitting on that information for so long. It should have been out there floating around for other people to find.”
“Come over here,” I said, surprised at the softness in my tone.
Her brows drew together but she scooted across the cushions, planting her ass beside me, pulling her knees up toward her chest. I threw an arm around her, hauling her closer, tight to my side, her knees pressed up into my stomach.
“I ain't gonna feed you no platitudes. You're too smart to believe them anyway. You know as much as I do how bad this is. We both know there's a good chance that neither of us will get out of this alive tomorrow. And that fuckin' sucks because I just met you. And what I've seen so far? I like it. And I wanted to get to see more. But that ain't in the cards and there's no use whining over it. But I will say this, Alex Miller,” I said, ducking my chin so I could look at her, making her see I was serious, “It's a fuckin' shame. 'Cause I woulda liked to break down those walls. Seeing you singing today? I liked what I saw when I peeked behind them. I wanted to drag you out and show you what life is like outside that fortress you live in.”
“Breaker...”
“Shh, doll. Fact of the matter is, we don't have time for you to let me in like that. But what we do have time for? Me being inside you in a different way. So, from about two minutes from now until ten in the morning, I plan on fucking you in every position, in every hole, until you can't fuckin' take it anymore. Sound like a plan?”
“Hmm,” she mused, pursing her lips like she was mulling it over. “I could think of worse ways to spend my time.”
At this, I felt myself chuckling, giving her a smile. “You gonna stop bustin' my balls so I can fuck you into tomorrow or what?”
“I think I can manage that.”
“Good. Now stand up,” I said, letting my arm drop from around her. Her eyebrow rose, but she got onto her feet.
“Okay. I'm up,” she said, crossing her hands over her chest.
“Strip.”
Her mouth parted, her eyes going a little wide. “What?”
“Strip.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. I could put on some music,” I teased, reaching for the remote.
To this, she rolled her eyes and made short work of whipping her shirt off and going toward the button on her jeans, giving me a view of the black lace bra she had on. Maybe if we lived, I would rethink my stance on those particular garments.
“Not even gonna try to tease me?”
“You want a striptease, go to a strip club,” she shot back, pushing her pants down her legs.
Call me crazy, but I'd take a surly fuckin' Alex Miller none-too ceremoniously taking off her clothes while shooting daggers at me over some chick doing it slow and sensual grinding around to music any god damn day.
I fought a smile as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. “You better make this good,” she warned, letting the bra fall off her arms and hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties.
“Have I let you down yet?” I shot back, sitting up, elbows to knees, making me almost level with the juncture of her thighs.
I glanced up to see her cheeks heating as she realized what was about to happen just a second before I grabbed her calf, picking it up and arching her leg wide, placing her foot down on the cushion beside me. One of my hands went to her lower back, pressing her forward as I ducked my head and licked her already dripping pussy.
She made a gasping whimper sound, her hand moving to the top of my head, holding me against her as her hips rocked against my mouth.
I wasn't lyin' when I told her she had a sweet fuckin' pussy. She did. I ran my tongue up to her clit, feeling her body shiver as her honeyed taste coated my tongue. I could eat her all night, hearing her breath getting more and more uneven, her moans getting more and more husky. Fuck if it didn't send a white-hot rush of desire to my cock.
“Breaker...” she gasped, her fingers digging into my head and I knew she was close. The first time she was always easy. Like all the years of pent-up sexual frustration kept her constantly half-way to orgasm.
I sucked in my breath, making a wash of cool air hit her clit, then released it, replacing it with the warm. Her body jolted and I sucked hard, her thighs clenching as she groaned through her orgasm.
She was still riding the waves when I got up, grabbing her and pushing her onto the couch on her knees, her hands clutching the back cushions and her knees teetering on the edge of the bottom ones. I spread her thighs and plunged my fingers inside her still spasming pussy.
“Fuck,” she ground out, her fingers curling into the couch as I thrust fast and hard, widening her, getting her ready. With my free hand, I found my wallet, pulling out a condom and tossing the leather carelessly to the ground. She was panting, thrusting backward against my fingers when I pulled them out to slip the condom on. “No,” she objected, reaching behind her to try to grab my hand back.
“Put your fingers in your pussy for me,” I said, working the condom on as I watched her hand slip between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her. Her head fell to her chest on a groan and I felt a slice of desire so strong my legs felt weak. “Fuckin' hot, baby,” I said, my hands going to her ass. “You want my cock?”
Her fingers slid out quickly. “Yes,” she demanded, arching her ass up toward me and I thrust in with a smile.
I fucked her how I liked it, how she was learning she liked it- hard, fast, rough enough to leave some marks to remember it by in the morning. She came hard around me twice before I slid out, pushing my cock back and up a bit.
“I want to fuck your ass,” I told her, my voice a gravel sound. At her hesitation, I leaned forward, resting my chest up her back and wrapping my arms around to tease her tits. “Anyone ever been in there before?”
I already knew the answer, but she told me anyway in a small whisper. “No.”
“You scared of me doin' it?”
“Yes,” she said honestly.
“Think it's gonna hurt?” To this, I got a small nod as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, her head turning so her face was to my neck. “Might a little at first, but I'll make it good. You gonna let me try?”
Her lips pressed into my neck and I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of her small show of affection. “Okay.”