Page 35 of Mr. Wrong (Hollywood Knights #1)
Thirty-Five
Ellenore
It’s dark. I can’t see his face, but I know why he’s here. What he wants.
Lex wants the same thing I want.
“ Yes .”
I only say it once, the sound of it barely more than a whisper.
But he hears me. The word pulls him through the doorway to the side of my bed.
Standing over me, I watch as he reaches up to pull his T-shirt off, over his head before jerking the button loose on his jeans.
Hooking his thumbs into their waistband he pulls them down his thighs, letting them drop on the floor.
“Lex—”
“Quiet.”
That’s all he says.
Quiet.
I close my mouth and nod. Heart pounding in my throat, I watch silently while he pulls back the covers I’m huddled under so he can slide between them with me.
Nudging my thighs apart with his knee, he kneels between them and reaches for me.
Pulls my underwear down and I lift my hips off the bed to help him get them off.
He drops them on the floor and retrieves a condom from the nightstand.
Tears it open and rolls it down his shaft while I commit the sight of him to memory.
Wide, powerful shoulders that flow into a thick, muscular chest. Tightly packed abs that taper down into narrow hips.
The thick, hard cock jutting out from between them.
Finally Lex moves, covering my body with his, braced up on his forearms, his face is suddenly inches from mine.
I feel the fingertips of his free hand skim the top of my thigh.
Searching for and finding the hem of my T-shirt, he pulls it up and I help him with that too, lifting my arms and shimmying until it’s off and discarded, like the rest of our clothes.
That’s when he stops. When Lex looks at me.
Really looks at me. He’s about to stop. I can see it in his eyes.
He’s going to leave. Get up. Walk away from me and I can’t let him.
I can’t let him go because if he walks away from me now, this will never happen again.
He won’t let it. I’ll never get another chance.
Reaching for him, I slide my hands up his arms, tracing the hard muscles of his straining biceps before trailing them across his shoulders.
Sweep them down the length of his spine.
I have no idea what I’m doing. All I know is that this might be it.
I might never get another chance to touch him and I can’t let him go without taking it.
Hands finally settled on his hips, I tilt my own, rubbing my pussy against the thick, blunt head of his cock, gasping softly at the contact, fingers tightening their grip in response.
Skimming lower, I grip his ass cheeks and do it again, tilting my hips into his, lifting them off the bed until I feel the heat of him pressed against my entrance.
That’s when he breaks. When Lex stops fighting. When he pushes into me with a low groan, his eyes squeezed shut. Hands fisted on either side of my head. Jaw clenched so tight I can practically hear his teeth cracking.
He goes slow. I feel it all. My pussy opening, stretching and sliding, around him, inch by inch. The delicious friction of his chest against my hard, swollen nipples. Each pulse and flex of his hips building an almost unbearable pressure inside me, threatening to sweep me away.
Without warning, Lex rears up until he’s kneeling in front of me again and he grips my hips and flips me over, lifting them off the mattress so he can slam back into me, so hard and deep I see stars. Can’t stop the moan that pushes itself past my throat.
I think I say his name.
Instead of telling me to be quiet again, he hooks his thumbs under my ass cheeks, opening me wider so he can do it again, this time pulling back, almost to the tip before thrusting back into me.
Lex fucks me hard, the sharp slap of his hips against my ass rings in my ears, each stroke of his cock finding and touching a place deep inside me that has me pressing my face into the mattress to cut off the desperate sounds that are coming out of me.
One of his hands slips forward, his fingers grazing the place where we’re joined to press against my clit, swirling and teasing the slick, swollen nub until I’m shaking and moaning uncontrollably, tilting my hips against his, meeting and taking every hard pump he’s giving me and asking for more.
“ Lex .” I moan his name when I come, unable to keep it inside as a blast of heat rushes through me. Shoots down my spine so hard and fast I feel like I’m spinning, my pussy gripping around his cock so tight he groans, low and deep in his chest.
The hand gripping my hip lets go, seconds before I feel it in my hair.
Fist wrapped around the length of it, Lex pulls, asserting enough pressure to bring me to my hands and knees while he fucks me through my orgasm, the hand between my legs shooting upward to wrap around the back of my neck so he can fuck me even harder. Take me even deeper.
“ Fuck .” He pushes it through clenched teeth, the hand in my hair and his grip on the back of my neck tightening as he gives me a final thrust that has his cock jerking and spasming deep inside me while he comes.
As soon as it’s over, he lets me go and I fall forward, so spent I’m barely able to turn my head to keep from smothering myself.
Almost instantly, Lex pulls away from me completely, moving to sit on the side of the bed, head down, hands clamped around the back of his neck, elbows braced on his knees like he’s upset.
Like he’s having a hard time accepting what just happened.
I’m about to say something undoubtedly stupid when he drops his hands and reaches down to snap his discarded clothes off the floor.
“G’night, Ellenore.” He barely glances in my direction when he mumbles it as he stands up and leaves.