The Chance

45 || Date Night

🚨🚨a/n - This is possibly the last chapter so you might as well vote...have fun tho!🚨🚨

Kiss It Better - Rihanna
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Alexander

It's late. Extremely late.

Like, the sun might rise in a few hours late.

I should be spent, exhausted on every level, but the buzz I feel inside of me still hasn't faded since we got back to Evie's house. And that's all thanks to the woman whose legs are squeezing the sides of my head right now.

And I guess I was right. I did get more. A lot more after finishing our business in the car.

I told her I'd never get tired of her, and I fucking meant that.

My face is buried between her thighs, her constant moans and little whimpers are the only thing feeding the high I'm on right now. My hands anchor at her hips, steadying her legs as best I can before driving her off the inevitable edge.

Her hips buck and her thighs squeeze as my tongue darts out one more time to put pressure against her clit. Her back arches off the mattress as my mouth stays put and does its desired work.

I can hear her mouth open, though nothing but a few small, staggering noises come out, telling me all I need to know about how she feels.

How I made her feel.

Her hips jerk one last time as my lips brush against her swollen clit, my eyes on the place I've been fucking all night. Planting a kiss on her inner thigh I let her legs relax against the comforter before crawling back up to see her face.

"Alex," Her cheeks are flushed, she's breathless. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, failing to bring words to her tongue.

"What?" I coax a taunting tone. "Tired?" I question.

Her lips press together and her eyes flutter shut as she comes down from the last of her orgasm, her head nodding slightly. "Mhm." she tiredly hums.

I gently tuck a few strands of hair out of her face before leaning down and pressing a lazy kiss against her lips. I grab a few tissues from the box on her nightstand and hand them to her before standing up and pulling my boxers back on.

I lay down as Evie stands up, "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom." She answers shortly after pulling on a loose pair of shorts and a paper thin t-shirt that doesn't do much to hide what I've already seen.

"Don't look at me like that." Her voice directs my gaze over her banging body and back to her even more gorgeous face.

"Like what?" There's an obvious smirk on my face. I know exactly how I'm looking at her right now. And I'm doing it with no fucking shame at all.

"Like you want to rail me on my own bed again." I don't expect the directness of her words.

Despite it being a bit surprising, I definitely don't hate it. And well, my dick definitely likes the reminder as images of me already doing what she said run rampant through my head. "I wouldn't be complaining." I say. "I did tell you I'd never get tired of you, princess."

My smirk annoys her as I watch her eyes roll back, under different circumstances this time, before she walks out of the room, kicking my discarded slacks in the process.

She returns a few minutes later, crawling right into my arms before I pull the covers over us. The brief moment alone gave me time to get whatever adrenaline was pumping through my veins to fizzle out, now leaving both me and her exhausted.