I check the time. I have two hours before Lex is supposed to be back from his meeting. He was going to reschedule, but I told him not to. I don’t want to interfere with his work, and canceling it would mean spending more time together when really, what I need is to separate myself from him, not hold on tighter.
This has been the fastest, most orgasm replete vacation of my entire life. I don’t want it to end, and not just because of the incredible sex. I like Lex. I like hanging out with him, and watching him work is sexy. Actually, Lex is just sexy period. Sexy Lexy is what I call him in my head, but not out loud, because he doesn’t like that nickname at all.
Regardless, it doesn’t matter if he’s dressed in a suit, wearing his glasses, screwing around on his laptop, wearing a pair of board shorts, naked and fucking me—he’s just sexy. And kind, and sweet, and smart, and fun.
And tonight is my last chance to appreciate all of those incredible qualities.
I don’t want to go home.
Home means facing my messed-up life. Home means no more Lex. It means appointments with lawyers and an annulment and looking for a new job. Going back to New York means facing a reality I’ve been avoiding—rather successfully—for the past few weeks, apart from the two occasions in which Armstrong kindly showed up to remind me how upside down my life is.
So tonight I’ve decided I’m not going classy. My plan is to be the dirtiest, naughtiest version of myself, because I can’t deal with Lex’s sweetness tonight. It speaks too much to the part of me that would like this to be something more. Instead, I pull on my skimpiest dress and skip the bra and underwear, just in case he thinks we’re doing anything apart from ordering room service. Then I dump the contents of my tickle trunk of sex toys on the bed so I can select a few fun ones. The plan being to fuck our way through my last night here. If this is the only way I can have him, then I’m going to have him as much as humanly possible.
Tomorrow I can be sad about it being over. Tomorrow I can be angry at Armstrong. Tonight I’m going to enjoy what’s left of my time with Lex.
Forty-five minutes later I’m still standing at the edge of my bed, trying to make important decisions. My comforter is covered in orgasm-providing devices. They’re organized into three groups; the ones Lex has already tried out with me, the ones I think we should try tonight, and then the ones I’m not totally certain I should bring into the mix. Group one is considerably larger than groups two and three combined.
I keep looking at the stainless-steel butt plug, trying to decide if I want to move it from group three to group two. I bite my thumb, staring at that innocuous piece of virgin steel. It’s about the right size. Almost perfect.
Lex has mentioned this particular toy at least ten times over the course of this vacation. Maybe more. It’s always been in passing, a whisper in my ear when he’s fucking me, telling me how good I feel, how fantastic my ass looks. I’ve been adventurous in my toy selection. Lex is hands down the most fun bed partner I’ve ever had. He never, ever disappoints. Which is why I keep coming back to this. To the possibility that maybe I should give him this one thing I know he wants, because if I’m honest with myself, I want it too. And it’s the one thing Armstrong has never had.
I’m still biting my thumb when the door to my bungalow swings open. I glance at the clock, wondering how long I’ve been standing here, musing over the butt plug. Lex is early. By an hour. He shuts the door behind him, takes a step and then stops, a smirk curving the corner of his sinfully sexy mouth as he motions to the bed. “Had an eventful afternoon?”
I quickly gather the group two and three items. I’m still on the fence about the stainless-steel number, and several other items.
“Don’t feel like you have to put them away. It’s not like I haven’t seen most of it before.”
I can’t get all of the toys to fit in my arms. I consider shoving them off the side of the bed, but at least one is glass, and I don’t want it to break, no matter how sturdy it is. I have to stretch to reach the black rubber cock. It was a bachelorette party gift from Ruby. She thought it was hilarious because it sparkles, she calls it my disco dick. It’s not particularly exciting apart from that, but I brought it anyway.
“I hope you didn’t leave the bungalow in that dress today.”
It’s short. So short that bending over is a hazard, as it’s supposed to be. I decide to play dumb, because it’s fun and that’s what I want tonight to be. Fun. I have a feeling it’s going to be the last I hear of that word for a while once I leave here. “What’s wrong with it?”
“What’s wrong with it?” he echoes.
I glance over my shoulder, fighting a smile as I take in Lex’s dark expression and his parted lips. I drop the armload of sex toys and check the status of my dress. Oh yeah, I’m definitely showing some cheek.
I bought this dress back in college when nightclubbing and barely covered asses seemed like a fun way to rebel. It’s definitely not leave-the-house appropriate, unless I’m getting ready for a shift on a street corner. When I ran across it while packing, I figured Lex might give me a little spanky-spank for wearing something so obscenely short.
“Are you even wearing panties under that?” His voice is low and rough.
I tug at the hem. I can’t believe I ever went out in this. Or that Ruby let me. “Maybe you should check for panty lines.”
Lex’s hands are on my hips and then smoothing over my ass right before he presses his chest against my back. His mouth is at my ear, lips trailing a hot line up my neck. “I had a lot of plans for tonight, but I’m not sure mine match yours.”
“What kind of plans?” I tilt my head and arch so my ass presses against the hard-on making itself known behind Lex’s fly.
“A nice candlelit dinner, maybe a walk on the beach, and then we can come back here and play with some of your toys since you haven’t packed them, and I’m noticing a few I haven’t had an opportunity to try out yet.” His hands come around to cup my breasts and squeeze. “No bra,” he mutters, before trailing a palm down my stomach.
“That all sounds nice, but maybe it would be better if we ordered room service, that way we have more play time.”
“If that’s what you want, I can certainly have dinner brought to us.” Lex skims the hem of my dress and his fingertips dip under. He doesn’t push much material out of the way to confirm what I’m sure he already knows.
“No panties either. I was going to steal them and make them my new pocket square.”
I slap his thigh over the reference to the Halloween soirée several months ago. Armstrong had to cancel at the last minute, which turned out to be a blessing, since my crazy ex with a panty-stealing fetish showed up.
The lightness is replaced with that electric energy that always seems to arc between us as soon as we’re touching. “No matter. I prefer you bare anyway.” Lex brushes over my clit and I exhale a shaky breath.