When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
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For a solid twenty minutes, we flirted and talked, drinking from our glasses and forgetting about everyone else. Some of the things we said were real, some came from the Wilsons' backstory, and it made the moment delightful. It was like meeting him for the first time, in conditions that were much better than what we'd had.
We leaned closer to one another as the minutes passed, and at some point, he bent to whisper something in my ear, making the tendrils on my nape rise. "If I remember correctly, I won't get to kiss you tonight?"
"You'll get to kiss a part of me," I countered. The space between my legs warmed up at the thought.
In the story we'd come up with for Andrew and Alexandra Wilson, their first night ended with an illicit cunnilingus in a bathroom stall. I wasn't certain we'd have the guts to reenact that part of the tale, though. It was bold, risky, and also filthy hot. From what I'd seen, the bathrooms here were clean, so at least it wouldn't be too unsanitary. But we could also wait to be back at the hotel for that. It was simpler and safer, wasn't it? How tempting it was, though, to let him give me head where anyone could hear it and guess what was happening. The image was so fucking hot, it triggered a flash of arousal to run through me. The exhibitionist in me was dying to indulge.
His low voice was dripping with lust when he spoke into my ear again. "Are you imagining me licking your cunt in the restroom, freckles?"
"Yes."
"You would love that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"I bet you'd even like it if someone heard you come all over my tongue, you depraved little thing..."
"I would..." I admitted, almost panting. Wetness was already seeping from my center, aroused by the lurid acts he was voicing.
"Do you want me to take you to the bathroom, hoist your spread thighs over my shoulders, and fuck you with my mouth?"
My pussy actually throbbed at his forwardness. I'd almost forgotten about the dominant man that laid beneath the sweet, caring, and loving Lex who'd been so perfect all evening.
"Yes, I want that," I whimpered.
"And there you were, pretending you'd been tamed by the amount of dick I've been giving you..." His hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers angled toward the inside of it, and he slowly slid it upward, until his index reached the front of my underwear.
"You're already dripping, Andrea."
"Baby... I want your tongue on me."
With the tip of his tongue, he grazed the small vein that was madly pulsing under the skin where my neck met my shoulder. It made me let out a trembling breath. "Say 'Please, Alexander.'"
"Please, Alexander..."
"Good girl."
He moved away from me, completely, and I thought for a moment he'd leave me like this, horny and drenched. After all, the man loved teasing me into madness, so it wouldn't be that surprising. But instead, he got down from his stool, grabbed my backpack hooked between us, and extended a hand to help me down my high chair.
