“Will you tuck me in again? As much as I want you to stay, because I do, I know I won’t get enough sleep if you’re in my bed,” Alexa said with a twinkle in her eye. “Plus, I’m not sure I’ll sleep well anyway, and I don’t want to keep you up with my tossing and turning all night.”
“But if I stay, I’ll wear you out and make you sleepy. I’m told orgasms help you sleep better.” I grabbed that fun fact out of my ass, but it sounded good.
“Oh really, tiger? Well, maybe you should give me one before you leave.”
“With pleasure. Do you want a bedtime story as well?”
She nodded and headed to the bathroom. While I waited for her to return, I kicked off my shoes and climbed on her bed.
She sauntered into her room, exaggerating her hip swing, drawing my eyes to her black and royal blue boy shorts. Her luscious cheeks peeked out from under the shorts, and I wanted to nibble on them. She also wore a thin black camisole covering her perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard through the material, and I wanted to suck on them until she screamed.
She crawled onto the bed, looking sexy as hell. I was disappointed I couldn’t stay over, but I knew she needed her sleep. “Do you want your bedtime story first, or your orgasm?”
“Tough choices. I vote orgasm.”
Before the last word left her lips, I rolled on top of her, pinning her body to the bed. I looked down at her before I claimed her mouth with my own. While our lips were locked, I busied myself removing her shorts, frantic for her bare skin. I couldn’t wait to make her come again. It felt like it had been forever since I’d had her, when it was only this morning.
Breaking the searing kiss, I asked, “Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”
“Both. Now make me come, tiger.”
I loved that she wasn’t shy in bed. Nothing was sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted.
Giving her exactly what she asked for, I slid down her body, pushing her top up as I lowered my head. I placed kisses on both her aching breasts. Her nipples were taut as I licked them slowly, teasing her with my tongue. She writhed underneath me as I flattened my tongue and dragged it from under her breast, over her curves, to her nipple. I moved my assault lower, all around her tight stomach.
“Please, Luke,” Alexa cried out.
When I was finished torturing her, I gave her what she wanted. I spread her lips open, loving that she was already wet for me, and slid my tongue slowly up and down her pussy, avoiding her tight bud. Her hips circled in time with my tongue as I drove a finger inside her warm body. Her muscles clenched down as she rode my finger. As I slid a second one in, my tongue made contact with her clit.
“Oh, shit! Right there. Please, don’t stop.” Alexa moaned.
I made love to her with my mouth while my fingers slammed in and out of her wetness until she came apart at the seams. Watching Alexa come down from the high of an intense orgasm was beautiful. Her face looked so peaceful, and her smile was stunning, an image I would take home with me for when I released my own arousal.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Alexa
It was finally the day I had trained for. The day I had been looking forward to, and at the same time, dreading. I barely slept last night. Luke gave me more than one orgasm in an effort to help, but falling asleep hadn’t been easy. I was scared shitless I would snooze through my alarm and miss my bus to the starting line. Once I finally did, every hour, starting at two o’clock, I’d wake in a panic, thinking I’d overslept.
If I fall asleep right now, I’ll get four more hours of sleep.
If I fall asleep right this very second, I’ll get three hours and twenty-four minutes of sleep.
If I fall asleep right now, I’ll get one hour and thirteen minutes of sleep.
It was awful. I was antsy and stressed out as I put on my running gear. Every runner would be searched before climbing aboard the busses. We were no longer allowed to bring backpacks with extra gear, food, or water. If we wanted those things, they had to fit in the pockets of our clothes.
One of my biggest worries was the need to use the bathroom. I had a bladder the size of a pea, or so my mother always told me when I needed to stop at every rest area when we took trips. Last year, I drank so much water before we started that I had to pee a hundred times. This year, I didn’t want to be one of the thousands of people at the starting line waiting to use the porta potty. But I knew I would. The nerves alone would send me there at least three more times.
Once I was dressed, I headed downstairs to grab breakfast and call for my cab. When I hit the final step, I was surprised to see Addison in the kitchen, a hot cup of coffee on the counter next to her.
“What are you doing up so early?” I asked.
“Morning, my little runner. I made you breakfast, and I wanted to wish you luck before you left.”
Addison really was the best person I knew. Without her, I would be lost. My parents were great, and I loved them so much, but Addison held all my pieces together, day in and day out. After the race was over, since things with Luke couldn’t be better, it was time to focus on Addison. She needed to learn to love herself as much as she loved others, and find a man to love her more than anything else in the world.
A bagel with peanut butter, dried fruit, and hard-boiled eggs waited for me on the table. We chatted about our after race game plan, before she excused herself to change clothes. In her absence, I checked the weather and news updates, and scrolled through Facebook on my phone. All the focus was on the marathon and remembering the year before. I couldn’t read it without freaking out, so I put down my phone and forced myself to think positive thoughts.
When I finished my breakfast and gathered my things, Addison gave me a huge hug and wished me luck.
It was race time.
*****
After the checkpoint, I climbed on the bus for the forty-five minute ride to Hopkinton. The vibe was electric. I felt the buzz coming off every runner as we all got in the zone. Twenty-six point two miles was a long way to run. Sometimes, I thought I was crazy for even doing it, but I loved the challenge.
As I stared out the window, my phone buzzed. Luke’s name popped up with a text.
Magic Hands: Good luck today, Lex. Remember to run your own race, be strong, think positive, and know that I’ll be at the finish line waiting for you. You’re beautiful, strong, and courageous. You’ve stolen my heart, and I don’t want it back. Know that you have a piece of me with you today.
Luke’s words touched my heart. In five short weeks, he had become such a huge part of my life. I had fallen head over heels in love with him, and I couldn’t have been happier.
I shot him a message.
Me: Thank you for the text. I needed those words of encouragement. I’m glad you don’t want your heart back. I need one since you have mine. I can’t wait to see you once I cross that finish line.
Luke’s text reminded me of the bedtime story he told me before I drifted off to sleep last night.
“Once upon a time, there was a princess named Alexa. She lived in a far off land. She was beautiful, smart, and funny. Her hair was like spun gold, her eyes as blue as a clear day. Her legs were sexy as all fuck, and her ass was so delectable.”
I smacked him lightly on the stomach for that comment, and laid my head down on his shoulder to let him continue.