Lex (Unexpected, #5)

by Cora Rose

Do I like being humiliated by him? Is that my kink?

“God, you moan like a whore.” His voice only makes me louder.

Lex suddenly reaches out and grasps onto my throat. “You’ll do no such thing, William. I like looking at you naked.” My dick twitches between my legs at that commanding, slightly psychopathic tone.

My eyes slash to his and god, his face is everything. How is he so masculine and yet so pretty at the same time? It almost hurts to look at him.

“Rude,” Lex mutters. “I’m a work of art.” Yes, yes, he is.

feeling equal parts infuriated and turned on. Why is it that the thought of Susana watching me is revolting, but with Lex, it’s…something else entirely?

God, I hate that I like that. That he’s going to watch me.

His thumb traces the line of my jaw. “Fuck. You taste like candy.”

Jesus, Diablo is a greedy, impatient fucker. He needs someone to spank him into submission, make him beg a little, and help him shut that smart mouth of his.

I told you he’s dangerous—like a Venus flytrap, I’m ensnared.

He looks nothing like a dull and stuffy accountant should look. No, he somehow makes a two-piece suit look purely vulgar.

I want to suck his dick. I want to gag on it.

“Jesus,” he breathes, his eyelids fluttering. “Yes, worship me, William. Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.”

I’m going to brag for a moment, so bear with me. I am fabulous at giving head. I’ve been told so by many. I give it so good, I actually won an award once. I’d made it myself, but still. It counts.

I want to tear off that tie and wrap it around his wrists, around his throat, around his dick.

Now finish up so we can go. I’m hungry. And I’m a cranky bitch when I don’t eat.”

I’ll gladly be his servant. I imagine doing dirty things with that calculator. I can get quite creative.

I get it. He loves her.

“I want to hate you, but I can’t help but want you.”

“Holy fuck,” Lex cries out as I gurgle around him. My spit is everywhere, I’m drooling like a leaky faucet, and my eyes are wet with tears streaming out of them. The noises my throat is making are offensive, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

His steady breathing is soothing and I feel myself relax even further. I don’t quite understand how I know so little about him and yet, I feel so comfortable with him. How can he possibly be everything I need all at once?

“Yes, does this spark joy?” Martha replies, spooning another heap of brown sugar into her mouth. “Hell yes it does.”

Oh, fuck me. Now I’m conflicted. What if a donut a day keeps the doctor away?

And the entire time we sit there, William runs his foot across my calf. I like that he’s playing footsie with me while making casual conversation with my ladies.

“I want you to tell me, Lexington. When you’re ready.” Well, motherfucker. I was not expecting that and I hate that I like it.

He won’t be kissing anyone else but me.

His mouth is mine. His whole body is mine. I didn’t have parents and I never learned how to share.

God, he’s so eager. I’ve never had anyone this desperate for me. It makes me want to come all over him, mark him as mine.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I huff as his hand slides up and down our lengths. “You’re such a good boy. So good for me.”

I lift my head to meet his gaze and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Never done that before, but it feels right.

“Do you have any other family?” he asks. “No. All I have is Emery and Brenda. And that’s all I need.” William sighs against me, his breath tickling my skin. “And me,” he whispers. Why, yes, it seems that I do.

My heart just melts in my chest. Stupid ice cream heart.

And when our lips meet, he tastes like a York Peppermint Patty.

Why, oh why am I friends with this heathen?

“I have never been addicted to anyone like I am to you.”

I huff out a laugh because he’s utterly ridiculous. “Lexington, I don’t see anyone else when you’re around.” “Oh, fuck off.” “I’m serious. Why do you think I’ve never…done anything with anyone before?” His foot eases off the gas pedal and he quickly eyes me. “I wasn’t interested in anything like that until I saw you.”

And for the first time in my life, I’m seeing what a relationship could be like. It’s just a glimpse, but still. I can feel the adoration between them.

Perhaps that’s why I never ended up with anyone, why I was never turned on by or wanted to be touched by another person, because I was protecting myself.

“Mating ritual…we’ll see about that when we get home. I’ll mate you all fucking night long.” Yes, do that, please. Let’s fuck like animals.

Look all you want, Lex. This hole is yours.

“Fuck me, William,” he mutters. “You’re a motherfucking work of art.”

I’m completely ruined.

“I wasn’t making fun. I was being honest. It was amazing. That was fucking perfect,” he says softly. “I feel so very flattered that I could make you feel that good. Your first time was exactly as it should have been.”

“Why do you taste so good?” he asks, licking up my spine. “I’m a cannibal now.”

Not that she can blame me for falling into temptation. I mean, just look at him. He’s just made for sin.

“No need to brag, Bren,” he says. “You were right, we were wrong. Your grandson is delightful and delicious and I can’t get enough.”

instead of letting me sit on the chair next to him, he sits down and pulls me onto his lap.

Is she insinuating that my dick is small? Who the hell is this woman? She’s pure evil.

There’s nothing to be done, it seems. I am stuck with a hard dick for life. I have accepted my fate.

I never knew this kind of normalcy until I met these women. These goofy signs of affection have taken some getting used to but now I wish I’d never had to go without them.