The Prophesied Claim

Chinese Food

Ten minutes later I'm pulling up to my apartment building and Alec's truck is parking next to mine. I've agreed to Chinese food. Only to Chinese food I tell myself, but I can't help admiring the way the soft material of his sweatpants cups his ass and outlines the head of his d**k. Or the way his shirt rides up to show just a hint of his tummy as he reaches up to grab his bag from the back of his truck. Now, I'm not just sweaty. I'm soaking wet and itchy. f*****g s**t.

I hastily exit my car, and leave him to follow as I shove the key into the door of my townhome. The peeling door paint flakes onto my black leggings as I turn the key and kick the door to open it.

"That seems super safe and secure."

The sarcasm in Alec's statement doesn't match the fire in his eyes when I swing around, the snarky response dies on my lips. I shrug, "Teacher pay."

He tosses his gym bag on the couch, and starts snooping around while I dial for Chinese delivery.  When I hang up, he's snuck around behind me, "Time for a shower." he states and scoops down to lift me onto his shoulder.

I screech unattractively and smack at him, but once my hands connect with his muscled flanks they have a mind of their own. They find the waistband of his sweats and slide inside to touch naked, hair roughened flesh. Then, slide around his front to cup and stroke his growing c**k. A low growl starts in his chest as he smacks me on the ass and quickly climbs the stairs to the master bathroom.

Setting me on my feet, he grabs the hem of my shirt and strips it and everything under it off in one movement. I toe off my shoes and grasp the edge of his shirt, but can't stop touching him long enough to get it over his head. He helps, pulling it off one handed before stripping my leggings and his sweats.

Then, we're both naked.

He lifts me onto the lip of the sink and pushes two fingers into my damp interior. I choke for breath as those clever fingers plunge inside and flick against my c**t. I feel myself clench around him, and try to stop the orgasm I can feel already building.

"f**k. Sirena, I can't wait." He doesn't wait. He puts the thick knob of his c**k against my entrance and interlaces his fingers with mine. He slams home as I tip back into the medicine cabinet above the sink.

I'm balanced on a razor's edge of desire, and the feel of him moving inside me causes a tidal wave to break. The orgasm rushes over me, rippling my vaginal walls until I can't think. I try to close my eyes, regain some control over my body, but he demands harshly, "No. Look at me. Let me see you."

My mouth opens wordlessly, as my body clenches around him again. I feel him swell more and see the lines of strain as he thrusts frantically. Then, he too is groaning harshly as he empties himself with jet after jet inside me.

As quickly as we started, it's over. My legs slide limply down his thighs, and I hide my face in the dampness of his shoulder. I feel him slip from my body and can't help the immediate empty feeling that washes over me.

He shifts slightly and the sound of the shower spraying water breaks the silence. Wordlessly, he lifts me off the sink and deposits me in the hot water. He circles my waist and tugs me into his chest, resting his chin on top of my head.

"What are we doing?" I whisper.

"Showering."

I pull back to glare up at him, "You know what I mean."

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his wet hair, "Yeah. I do. We should talk."