Between the lines - pt. II
words: 5k warnings: swearing, alcohol, age gap, slight angst, jealousy, mentions of cheating, smut, spitting, one slap, unprotected sex, daddy kink (barely). its also v fluffy n has aftercare
It was Saturday evening, and you decided to go out with your friends and enjoy yourself a little. You knew you deserved it after the absurd week you had. You finally turned those pages to Alex in time, cramming and staying home almost every night—the assignments you had neglected piled up, and you had to catch up.
But none of that mattered tonight. No, tonight you would have fun with your friends and let loose. Most importantly, you wanted to ignore the desire that had crept up on you for your editor since that night.
"Let's do shots!" your friend Rachel yelled out. You chuckled at her enthusiasm, deciding to join in. "Tequila?"
"You know it," she replied with a wink. It was half past eleven, and most of you were already drunk.
After you ordered your shots, everyone quickly shot them down their throats, some scrunching up their faces due to the sour taste. "God, this never fails to fuck me up," you said.
As you were listening to Sophie rambling about in her drunken state, you spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. Squinting a little, you weren't sure if it was him. He looked like one of your ex-boyfriends. You quickly turned, not wanting him to see you.
Things had gone sour with him last year when you found out he had been talking to another girl behind your back. You were stupid to trust him. His lack of insincerity was evident to everyone else but you.
You huffed, not wanting to bring down the mood but getting agitated at the reminder of his existence and the insecurities he had brought out of you.
"Show me your phone," you said sternly, your nostrils flaring up. You felt insane for making such a demand, but your gut told another story.
"What the fuck? You've gone crazy," he said, letting out a chuckle.
"James. Just show me your last text, and we can forget about this. Okay?" you said, pleading with him. You wanted to trust him.
He looked at you, his face laced with guilt, and looked away. "No."
You let out a shaky breath. "Get out," you whispered. You knew exactly what this meant. You felt your chest tighten.
"What?" he asked, confused and angry.
"Get the fuck out!" you screamed at him, tears forming in your eyes. "I don't want to see you." Your heart was thumping in your chest.
He looked at you and clenched his jaw. Grabbing his coat, he let out a huff of disbelief and left.
“(Y/N)?” Sophie called out your name.
Your eyes, completely zoned out, now focused on Sophie's face. "Huh?"
"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"
"Uh. Yeah. Sure," you said, nodding, trying to be convincing, and taking a sip of your drink.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes at you, visibly annoyed.
"Sorry, I'm just drunk," you told her, pouting a little and giving your drink to her as a peace offering.
Your eyes searched for the exit, beckoning you to take a much-needed break outside. A quick smoke and a breath of fresh air sounded good. You weren't a smoker, but this situation called for it.
"Hey, can I grab a cig?" you asked one of your guy friends, Finn, as you pulled him in for a hug from behind. "Sure," he said, extending his pack of cigarettes to you.
When you went outside, you were met with a cool breeze. You lit up your cigarette, bringing it to your mouth, and felt slightly calmer as you exhaled the smoke.
Suddenly, you heard a voice from behind calling your name. “(Y/N)? Is that you?"
You froze. No. You didn't turn around, hoping he would leave you alone.
"Hey," he approached you with a slight smirk. "Started smoking, huh?"
"No, not really," you said in a dull tone, glancing at him for a split second and then looking away.
"Haven't seen you in a while. How've you been?"
"Fine, thanks," you replied, slightly turning away from him. You hoped you didn't have to cause a scene to get him to leave.
"What, that's it?" he chuckled.
"I came out here to avoid people, James," you said, looking anywhere but in his direction.
"Come on, lighten up," he rolled his eyes.
Your head snapped. You were about to throw a snarky remark at him when you heard a low voice calling you. “(Y/N).”
When you turned around, a pair of gentle eyes met you. Your face immediately fell into a relieved expression, and you smiled. "Alex?"
James turned to look at him, eyeing him up. As Alex approached the two of you, he sensed your discomfort.
He talked to James and exchanged pleasantries. Alex wanted to snatch you away, not let him have the time of day with you.
"Do you mind if I steal her for a second, mate?" he asked, not waiting for a response. "Sure," James uttered, his intense gaze settling on him.
You and Alex started walking away from him, turning around the corner and settling in an alleyway.
"What a nice surprise." You said, your cheeks flushed. You took note of his appearance. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a brown blazer. His hair styled as usual, with a few strands falling on his face. He looked gorgeous.
"You seemed uncomfortable earlier," he furrowed his brows. "You alright?" he asked, squeezing your arm.
You shivered slightly from his touch. "I-uh. Yeah. Thank you for that. I didn't know how to get away," you admitted.
"Who was that anyway?" he asked, his eyes glued on your face, taking in all your expressions.
"Just some dickhead. You know how terrible college guys are."
He chuckled lightly. "I do. I used to be one."
"Oh, were you also a dickhead?" you joked.
"I don't think so." You laughed. He smiled, admiring you.
"So, you've taken up smoking in the three days we haven't seen each other?" he teased you.
"No," you laughed shyly. "Just really needed one right now."
"Care to light mine then?" he asked, his eyes glinting.
You brought your lighter close to his face, feeling his faint breath on your hand.
"Thanks," he blew the smoke the other way.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, sounding like you were interrogating him.
"Well, you know, sometimes we older people like to go out too."
You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly.
"No, actually, I was passing through on my way home. Then I saw a familiar little head."
"Oh. Well, that's lucky," you smiled.
His gaze lingered on you. His pants slightly tightened when he took notice of your flimsy outfit.
You were wearing a thick jean jacket covering your dark blouse. Your breasts peeked out of your top, revealing your supple skin.
Alex felt himself growing jealous, imagining the amount of men that leered at you throughout the night. A beautiful girl like you, he was sure they were foaming at the mouth.
You suddenly felt shy under his gaze and looked away. Your phone vibrated, and you took it out of your pocket, slightly humming.
"Where the hell are u?" Finn had texted you.
You checked the clock, and it was already 12:07 am. You felt a little tired and wondered if heading home would be a good idea.
"Friends?" Alex interrupted your thoughts.
"Yeah. They're wondering where I went." He nodded.
"Think I'm gonna go home, though. I'm getting a bit sleepy," you said, glancing at him and waiting for his reaction.
"Sure." He replied.
You tried again. "You know, the apartment I'm staying at isn't that far from this bar," you looked at him expectantly.
"Would you like me to walk you?" he said softly.
"Sure." You mimicked him.
After saying goodbye to your friends, you returned outside, meeting Alex by the door.
The apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from there, but it felt much quicker than that. You had good company, after all.
You started shivering a bit, crossing your arms to emit heat.
Alex took notice of that and came closer to you. He removed his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, one of his hands lingering on your arm.
You felt your body tense at the close contact. He slowly let his hand fall as you were walking.
"Don't you live in a dorm?" he asked.
"I do. I'm cat-sitting for one of my friends. She went to visit her family for the weekend."
He nodded. "Is the cat behaving?"
You chuckled. "He's adorable. You have to see him."
A smile played on Alex's lips as you both arrived at your friend's apartment. The evening had been enjoyable, yet you felt a subtle disappointment as you stood there. You hesitated, not wanting to say goodbye.
"Do you want to come in?" you asked as you met his gaze.
His eyes flickered to yours. Silence stretched between you, and he struggled to find the right words.
"I, uh... It's getting a bit late for me," he finally said, his gaze momentarily dropping.
"Okay," you replied, your gaze shifting downward, a sense of vulnerability washing over you. You handed Alex his jacket, your fingers lightly grazing.
"It was nice seeing you again," he said, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair that had fallen across your face. The touch lingered, leaving a trail of warmth.
"Night, Alex," you replied, your gaze fixed on him. As he turned to leave, the quiet echo of your thoughts filled the space, leaving you to wonder about the possibilities that danced in the corners of the night.
*
As the days passed, you were distracted by endless thoughts about your editor. It became evident, especially during class. Images of his warm smile, big hands, and fluffy hair filled your mind. You felt yourself growing more drawn to him whenever you weren't together.
When your professor dismissed the class, you realized you had been daydreaming about him almost the entire time and scribbling gibberish in your notebook. You let out a long sigh and started gathering your belongings, stuffing them in your bag.
Sophie joined you as you exited the class. "God, can he give us any more assignments?" she let out a huff of frustration. "What assignment?" you asked.
"Didn't you hear him?" she asked. "No," you shrugged.
She laughed. "What were you doing? I kept looking at you, and you seemed so zoned out."
"Oh. Nothing. I was thinking about my novel," you blurted out.
"How's that going, by the way? Is Mr. Turner treating you well?" she asked.
Mr. Turner. Oh boy.
"Sure! I mean-yeah, no he's great," you stuttered.
"Okay..." she glanced over to you. "So what are you doing today?" you asked, changing the topic.
You quickly returned to your dorm room, not wanting to run into anyone else you knew. When you entered your room, you kicked off your shoes, threw your bag somewhere on the floor, and flung yourself on your sofa. You groaned. What the hell were you supposed to do with these overwhelming feelings?
Flicking your phone open, you saw a text message from Alex. Your heart started racing.
Hi. I hope you're well. I will not be available tonight to help with your assignments. Would it be all right if we rescheduled for tomorrow?
You felt a pang of disappointment as you read the text. You had felt so jittery all morning and couldn't wait to see him, and now this. Sighing, you replied to him and immediately texted Sophie. You needed to go out tonight.
*
You made dinner plans with your best friend and decided to try out a new restaurant that had opened downtown. The menu looked amazing, and the prices were pretty decent. Your parents had always been generous with you about money, but you made sure to save and indulge occasionally.
As you entered the restaurant, you felt a warm ambiance enveloped you. The smooth jazz tunes filled the place, and the hostess escorted you to a free table nearby.
When you sat down, you and Sophie excitedly looked through the menu and ordered your drinks and meal. While Sophie was telling you about her latest situationship, your eyes wandered around the restaurant, taking in the beautifully decorated place.
The warm lights cast a beautiful glow on your friend, and you listened as she told you about the intense chemistry she felt with this guy. "Ugh, I don't know, there's just something about him." her eyes sparkled.
"You mean the incredible sex you're having?" you said playfully.
She cracked up. "I mean…among other things."
"So why aren't you making it official?"
"I don't know (Y/N). I'm unsure if I want to be in a relationship right now. It seems like too much work. I got my plate full with everything going on," she sighed.
You nodded, glancing behind Sophie. She continued talking about how he wanted to see her all the time. Wait-You thought you spotted someone. Was that Alex?
Your gaze focused on him. He was seated at a distant table, laughing with the woman beside him. Your mouth slightly dropped, and your eyes fixated on them.
Frozen in your seat, you felt a surge of emotions within you, the sight creating a knot of unease in your stomach. What the hell? Had he canceled on you to go out with some woman?
You swallowed thickly, and Sophie noticed the change in your demeanor. "Hey, you okay?"
"Uh-yeah," you replied. "Who do you keep staring at?" she said, looking over her shoulder.
Then she spotted the man who preoccupied your mind. "Oh, is that Mr. Turner? Should we go up to him?"
"No! I mean, he seems busy," you lowered your gaze.
"Yeah, I guess he's got a hot date," she giggled.
You nodded, taking a large swig of your wine. You prayed he wouldn't see you. The last thing you needed right now was for him to notice how stupid you looked.
You cringed, hearing their distant laughter and shared joy starkly contrasting to the quiet ache that tightened within you.
You decided to distract yourself and urged Sophie to continue telling you about the boy she was seeing. "Well, at least one of us is getting some action," you joked, feeling slightly bitter.
You tried to enjoy your meal and ignore the pit in your stomach. Forcing yourself to focus only on Sophie, you refilled your wine glass and continued talking to her.
Later in the evening, you noticed that their table had become empty. Glancing over, you caught a glimpse of Alex and the woman leaving, and an inexplicable mix of relief and regret washed over you.
You were thankful he didn't see you and talk to you, but at the same time, you couldn't believe he blew you off to go on a date. He didn't owe you anything. After all, he was only your editor.
That night, tipsy and emotional, you stumbled to your dorm room. How were you going to face him tomorrow and ignore your growing feelings? In your drunken haze, you decided that was a decision for sober you to deal with, and you went to sleep, comforted by the spinning room.
*
The next day arrived with a weight on your shoulders that matched the dull ache in your head from last night. As you walked to Alex's place, slightly hungover, the memory of him having dinner with another woman gnawed at your thoughts.
You awkwardly entered his house, exchanged a few words with him, and immediately buried your nose in your assignment, minimizing any chances of small talk. Alex finally spoke up after an hour of you struggling to make any progress.
"Is something the matter (Y/N)?" he asked gently.
"What do you mean?" you mumbled.
"You seem agitated today." He sighed.
"I'm fine," you huffed.
"Are you sure? We aren't getting anywhere with this assignment," he continued, face laced with concern.
You clenched your jaw. How the hell could you? Oh yeah, well, I thought I felt a spark with you, but that went to shit when I saw you having dinner with a gorgeous woman. Not to mention, I'm probably insane for even thinking there was something between us.
You sighed. "Nothing is wrong; let's just finish this," you murmured.
"I don't think that's a good idea," he pressed.
"Why not?" you said, annoyed.
"We've been stuck in this section for an hour. Maybe we should take a break, or you can go home and rest," he replied, his worried eyes meeting yours.
Oh, so now he's kicking me out. Fuck this shit.
"Fine. I'll go," you spat out, getting up and grabbing your papers and notebook roughly.
He stared at you, confused, wondering if he had struck a chord in you.
"Hey," he said gently. "Hold on."
You ignored him and continued gathering your things.
"(Y/N)."
Disregarding him, you shoved everything into your bag.
"Will you stop acting like a brat and tell me what's wrong?" he said, slightly irritated.
You looked at him in disbelief. "Excuse me?" You swallowed thickly. "You wanna know what's wrong?"
You huffed. "I saw you!"
His head tilted in confusion. "Saw me where?"
"The other night, with that woman," you blurted, the words leaving your mouth faster than your thoughts could catch up.
You continued, "Am I crazy for thinking that- that," you stuttered.
Groaning, you ran your fingers through your hair.
"That what?" he asked quietly.
"Nothing," you replied.
"(Y/N)," he said, his voice softening, "why are you making such a fuss?"
Your attempts to brush off the situation faltered. "I-" Your voice caught in your throat. "It seemed like you were on a date," you finally said.
He stared at you for a moment, his expression softening. "I wasn't on a date. I was catching up with an old friend."
You couldn't meet his gaze, your eyes fixated on your hands.
The weight of the misunderstanding pressed on your shoulders.
"Why does it matter if I was on a date or not?" he asked, a genuine curiosity in his tone.
"It doesn't. You're allowed to do whatever you want," you whispered.
"But you don't want me to, right?" he pressed, with a hint of concern.
You looked at him, your expression uncertain. "Whatever. I'm gonna go. Please forget I said anything," you mumbled, hurrying towards the exit.
"Hey, hey," he said, grabbing your forearm gently but just enough to stop you. "Is this why you've been so moody and distracted all day? Because you thought I was seeing someone?"
You shrugged, feeling embarrassed. "You canceled our session to see her," you mumbled.
He sighed. "Let's sit down and talk about this, okay?"
You mumbled an 'okay' and followed him to the couch.
He started, "I wasn't on a date, and I certainly don't want you to think I'm not considerate of your feelings. I did cancel our session to see her, and I apologize. She's only here for a few days before returning to Sheffield, where she lives with her husband."
"Oh," you said quietly.
"Maybe I should've communicated better," he said, running a hand through his hair.
"It's fine, I guess," you muttered.
"I'm sorry. You mean a lot to me, (Y/N)," he smiled at you, putting a hand over yours.
He scooted closer to you, his face merely a few inches away from yours, and your breaths mingled in the small space between you. Alex's eyes lingered on your lips.
Your heart started racing. With a slow movement, Alex leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You felt a wildfire of emotions as the kiss intensified, leaving you breathless.
Barely pulling away, he whispered, "How 'bout I show you how I feel about you?"
You felt a flutter of anticipation in your stomach and nodded in response.
His hand found its way to the back of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours again. His other hand settled on your thigh, his fingertips tickling your skin. His tongue slid against yours, massaging it gently.
He pulled away slightly, panting, "Do you want to go upstairs?" You nodded.
He dragged you upstairs to his bedroom, the air charged with desire. His eyes were filled with an intensity you couldn't ignore.
Alex's hands found the small of your back, pulling you closer. His lips found yours once again, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, letting you taste him again.
He guided you to his bed, and you sank into the mattress, sprawling beneath him.
He settled on top of you and pressed his body against yours. His nimble fingers squeezed your thighs as his half-hard member rested between your legs. You gasped quietly when you felt him on your arousal, feeling his hot breath tickling your skin.
He sighed as one of his hands found its way to your cheek, grazing it lightly. You felt soft, just like he'd imagined. He gently pressed his lips to yours, and you opened your mouth, your tongues tangling.
You let out a sound when his other large hand came down to caress your waist, settling below your breast.
He broke the kiss with a smack, leaned down, and whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart," his words sending goosebumps all over your body.
As he left a trail of hot kisses and bites down your neck, he made sure to suck a spot, marking you. He wanted to ruin you. Pleasure you until he was the only thing on your mind.
"Alex," you sighed, bringing one of your hands to grab his hair, the other settling on his back, gripping the material of his t-shirt.
He smirked against your skin as his big hands roamed your body. He cupped your breasts roughly, pulling a whimper out of you.
Pulling away from your neck, his eyes settled on your face. His fingers flicked your nipples, playing with them. This made your arousal only grow more.
He retreated his hands and took off your shirt slowly, revealing your tits. He hissed, "Fuck. You're stunning," as he caressed your naked breasts. He leaned down to suck softly on one of your nipples.
"A-alex," you whispered, gripping his hair tighter.
He moaned, enjoying it in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. He bit down softly on it, making you gasp and your back arch.
"So stiff," he muttered, making your face heat up. His mouth found your other breast, leaving open mouthed-kisses on it, his lips wrapping around your nipple.
His hand made its way down to the zipper of your trousers, and he asked, "Can I take these off?"
You nodded, and he slipped them off you, throwing them on the ground.
He towered above you as his hand went down to your delicate panties, rubbing your arousal, feeling your wetness. The sight would be plaguing his mind for weeks on end.
"Already soaked for me, yeah?" He whispered, soliciting a quiet moan out of you. "Hm?" he looked at you. You gulped, "Yes."
He half-grinned as he pushed the thin material to the side and started stroking your slit. "So drenched," he gasped.
Your skin was on fire, and you moaned quietly. He started teasing your entrance and gathered your slick. He then slipped your underwear past your legs, throwing them somewhere on the bed.
"Spread your legs for me, baby," he uttered, and you obliged, feeling shy under his gaze.
He licked his lips at the sight and stroked your thighs tenderly before returning his finger to your clit. He rubbed it softly, emitting soft moans out of you. His other hand crept on your throat, resting there.
"Oh!" You moaned loudly when he found a spot that made your legs shake and started rubbing your clit faster.
He looked at you in awe, his mouth slightly agape. You were adorable, giving yourself to him completely.
He continued rubbing your bundle of nerves, drinking in all your reactions. He slipped a finger, and you threw your head back, gasping softly.
He pumped in and out of you, and his cock twitched in his pants. He felt painfully hard. He slipped in another finger with ease and stretched you out, his knuckles deep inside you.
Curling them inside, he hit a sweet spot that made your eyes roll. "Think you can handle a third one, sweetheart?"
You nodded, whimpering. Alex's hand snaked to your jaw, opened your mouth, and stuck his thumb inside. You made sure to suck on it.
He pushed his finger in, pulling out a loud whine from you and spreading you out like never before.
"Good girl."
He noticed you clenching around his fingers. "Like it when I call you that?"
You nodded. "Well, you have to earn it," Alex said as he fucked you with his fingers.
Your chest heaved as his other hand went down to your pussy, now playing with your clit.
"Look at you, taking my fingers so well."
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to pump in and out of you. "Such a perfect cunt," he mumbled to himself.
You grabbed his wrist roughly, signaling to him that you were getting close. He noticed you were clenching his fingers more, and your moans were getting louder.
He slowed his movements and gently slipped his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty.
"Alex…" you whined, your hands grabbing the front of his shirt. Breathing heavily, you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
"What is it?" he teased you.
"I need you..."
"Need me? For what?" he asked. His cock needed stimulation so badly, but he wanted to make you beg.
You huffed. "I need you to fuck me," you whispered quietly, bringing him closer. "Daddy," you whispered.
He groaned, "Fuck. You're so greedy. Can't be satisfied with what I give you, huh?" he asked, unzipping his trousers, slipping out of them.
You started unbuttoning his shirt quickly, tossing it to the ground. Alex sighed as you roamed your hands on his toned chest.
He removed his boxers swiftly, exposing his thick cock, precum pooling on the head already.
You bit your lip as your hand went down to his member, stroking it, earning a few moans out of him.
He pulled your hand away after a few minutes and grabbed his member, positioning it near your entrance.
He teased your folds with his cock, gathering your wetness and rubbing your clit, letting out soft moans.
He then tapped your entrance and started entering you slowly, filling you to the brim, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes.
You gasped and closed your eyes. Alex grabbed your cheeks. "Look at me," he said hoarsely.
You wrapped your hands around his back and pulled him flush against your chest.
He started moving slowly, letting you get used to the stretch of his cock.
"F-fuck. You feel amazing," he stuttered.
You barely managed to keep your eyes open. You felt so full of him.
Your breaths mixed together, and you pleaded, "Faster, please," he obliged, fucking you faster, making you whimper loudly.
"You look so pretty, taking my cock," he soothed as he slammed his hips into yours, making you gasp.
It felt so good you couldn't contain any of your whimpers and moans. Filthy squelching noises filled the room, making you even more wet around him.
Your sweaty bodies were pressed against each other, and he engulfed your senses. He grabbed one of your breasts roughly, massaging it as his pace became fast and steady, fucking you deliciously.
You felt so fucked-out, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head repeatedly. You felt desperate for him. As he hit a delicious spot inside, you repeatedly cried out his name.
"That's it, baby, scream my fucking name."
He held you close to him as he slammed his cock in and out of you, making you feel every inch of it. He grabbed your jaw and ordered, "Open your mouth."
You did as told, your tongue peeking out, slightly panting. He pursed his lips and spat roughly on your tongue, uttering, "Swallow."
You swallowed, whining, and sank your nails into his back.
"Such a slut for me," he hissed.
You moaned loudly, clenching on his cock uncontrollably. You felt yourself approaching your climax, and he could feel it, too.
"What? You wanna cum?" he teased you.
"Please," you begged, nearing your release for the second time.
"Gonna have to do better than that, love," he replied, slowing down a little.
"Alex, please," you whined. "Don't stop. I need you," you pleaded with him pathetically.
"Do you, now?" he asked, stopping abruptly. He grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at him.
"No!" you whimpered, your chest heaving. "I'll be so good. Just let me cum."
"Where?" he asked in a husky tone.
"I-," you stuttered.
"Go on, say it," he encouraged you.
"On your cock," you whispered, flushed.
He grunted, "Good girl," his hand immediately going to your pulsating clit. His other hand smacked your cheek harshly.
You whined, tears gathering in your eyes while reveling in the stinging feeling. Cupping it gently, Alex alleviated the pain a little.
"It's alright, princess," he soothed, leaning down to capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
He started fucking your drenched pussy at a fast pace, making you see stars. As he grabbed your waist for leverage, you felt overwhelming pleasure pooling in your abdomen.
Your orgasm was building quickly, ready to snap at any moment, as he thrust into you repeatedly. Your legs were wrapped around him, needing him as close as possible.
His movements were becoming sloppy, an indication of his own climax approaching. Your skin was ablaze, and the way he was moaning was making you delirious.
"Cum on my cock, sweetheart," he said.
"Fuck, Alex!" You screamed and felt waves of pleasure spreading throughout your body as you orgasmed on his cock, convulsing. You were whining uncontrollably.
Your nails were digging into his arm, surely breaking the skin, but you were too cock-drunk to care.
"Fuck, your cunt is so tight," he groaned as he struggled to thrust into you. It only took him a few more thrusts for him to cum inside you, letting out a drawn-out moan.
His hot load completely filled you up, his jaw hanging slack. After he emptied inside you, he collapsed on top, burying his face in your neck.
As you both came down from your high, he pulled out of you gently. He couldn't help but look down at your pussy, admiring the mess he made out of you.
He loved the way his cum seeped out. No one could have you now.
He laid down beside you and stroked your waist. "You alright?" he uttered.
You were still catching your breath and opened your eyes slowly. "Yes," you sighed.
You turned your back to him, feeling exposed. You were still trying to figure out what to do now. Should you…leave or stay? Your thoughts were interrupted by him as he pressed his body against yours and draped an arm over you.
"We should get you cleaned up," he whispered, kissing your shoulder, his arm stroking your stomach.
"Okay," you whispered.
"Want me to draw us a bath?" he asked.
"I love baths…" you muttered.
He chuckled. "Perfect." He pressed a kiss to your head and headed for the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water reached your ears, and you sat on the bed.
Alex returned with a tender expression. He extended his hand, inviting you to join him in the bathroom.
You felt a bit shy, especially since you were still naked and not hazed by your lust anymore. Alex made sure to hold onto your hand, which reassured you.
You stepped on the cool tiles, and Alex asked, "You want bubbles?"
"Yes," you murmured.
After a few minutes, you eased yourself into the hot water, and so did he, sitting on opposite ends of the bath.
The water had a comforting effect on you as your body melted into it. Alex broke the silence. "Why are you so far away?"
"I don't know. Why are you?" you replied. "Come here," he said, extending his arms to grab yours and turning you around, pressing your back to his naked chest.
You settled yourself between his legs, relaxing against his body, and he wrapped his arms around you. "Why'd you get all shy on me now? You were yelling at me an hour ago," he chuckled.
"I wasn't yelling at you," you furrowed your brows, growing defensive. "I'm just teasing," he whispered close to your ear.
You rolled your eyes. "Whatever," you puffed. "Why are you getting so defensive?" Alex said, holding you tighter.
"Because, I have no idea what this means now," you mumbled.
He smiled, sensing your uncertainty. "Well, what I do know is care about you and…would love to take you out sometime. And do this again," he said, kissing your cheek.
"Me too," you replied, your cheeks flushed.
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hm."
"Why don't you stay the night? It's getting late anyway."
"It's like 8 pm, Alex."
"Exactly. So late," he replied.
You laughed. "I have nothing to wear to bed nor do I have a toothbrush," you protested.
"I can give you a t-shirt. They'll look better on you anyway. And I'll go to the shop and buy you one. How's that sound?"
You giggled. "Okay, you've convinced me."
Leaving the bath, the air between you and Alex felt different, as if the weight of unspoken tensions had been washed away. Wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels, you talked to him effortlessly and discussed what you should eat for dinner.
The decision to spend the night together unfolded effortlessly, and you decided to get some Chinese take-out and watch a chick flick.
Later in the night, you found yourself nestled on Alex's big, comfortable bed and drifted off to a dreamless slumber, comforted by the presence of the man spooning you.
