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I was pissedall throughout that stream. It was the third day with no Challengers in sight. This was so stupid. I even started seriously entertaining the idea that there might’ve been a boycott or something. But that would be silly. How could fifty people all organize between themselves not to play whenever I was playing? That was just ridiculous. The world didn’t revolve around me or this challenge. Something wasn’t right but I didn’t know what.
Once the camera was off, I tried to talk to Alex about it but he just tugged me over to the kitchen where he started on his, apparently famous, pancakes.
“I don’t want to talk about NLA right now,” he said while making the batter. “It sucks that you haven’t gotten to Challenger yet but we can’t do much about it. We just need to do our best and if it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t.”
“But I worked my ass off for this. I’ve never played this much NLA in a month before. I am good enough for Challenger! I—” I stopped myself. “Never mind, let’s just change the subject.”
So Alex started listing what kind of pancakes we could eat. His pancakes were huge, more like crepes, but not as thin. He made abatch of twenty, which I thought was too much, but after eating the first savory one he made for me—cream cheese and melted Gouda—I was sold and I felt like I could eat all twenty myself.
“I’m glad you enjoy them,” he smiled as he inhaled his own pancake smothered in cream cheese.
“Is there something you can’t do?” I teased.
“Adequately flirt with the woman I like?” He smirked.
I kept getting distracted and found myself staring at him and forgetting to eat. There was something hot about a guy in an apron who made you dinner and was intently watching you consume his cooking.
By the time we finished dinner we were both eye-fucking each other and I was almost ready to jump him.
Once we put away our dishes into the dishwasher, Alex grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the bedroom. The smug smirk on his face was cocky, almost arrogant, and he seemed incredibly pleased with himself. “Are you staying the night tonight?”
“Yes.” My answer was followed up with a bruising kiss and a bite of his lower lip.
Before I knew it, we were in his bed and I was running my hands over his heated skin under his shirt. His hands were roaming under my clothes and left me tingly all over.
“You have no idea how much I want this,” he whispered as he pulled me into his lap and started undressing my top and then my bra. His hands started at the dip of my waist, holding me flush against him, but soon they began to move up my torso and he slowly laid me down in the middle of the bed. His long fingers drew a pattern on my skin that made goosebumps appear on my sides and sent a small shock of pleasure up my spine.
Just as I was about to lose my patience and take matters into my own hands, his teasing finally stopped and his hands reachedfor my breasts. He held them, feeling their weight for a moment before he moved on to my nipples. He pinched them and I couldn’t stop the groan in my throat as my body moved of its own accord and ground into him.
“Take off your shirt.” I wanted it to sound like an order but my voice betrayed me and it sounded like a strangled plea instead.
He immediately pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. His eyes pinned me to the bed. My eyes devoured every inch of skin he had uncovered and my hands were itching to feel it again. He was beautifully lean and his shoulders were strong and broad.
My hands reached for the waistband of his boxers and stopped. My eyes flicked to meet his. “Is this ok?”
“Yes. Do anything you'd like to me.” His voice rumbled as he lowered his mouth over my neck.
I slipped my hand further down and dipped below his waistband and wrapped my hand around his cock, I pumped him once and then again. Then I slid my hand lower and took a hold of his balls.
“Fuck,” He leaned his forehead on my shoulder and let out a deep, rough groan.
“Take these off, too,” I reached with my other hand and hooked it under the elastic of his boxers.
He let go of my breasts, stood up, and did as ordered. He was next to me again a second later, kissing the shell of my ear and trailing kisses down to my nipples.
He pushed his hands under the elastic of my panties at my thighs and yanked them off me along with my skirt. “Is this ok?” He mumbled as he pressed open-mouthed kisses into my belly.
I was dying for Alex to touch me. “Yes, yes, please.”
He chuckled. “So good for me. Fuck, you’re so sweet.”
He moved down my body, skipping over my throbbing pussy and slowly made his way up my legs, kissing and biting at my thighs and nudging my legs apart until I was bared for him.
“So beautiful,” he said, taking two of his long fingers and sliding them up and down my entrance, smearing my wetness all over. My hips buckled of their own accord and he smiled up from where he was lying between my thighs.
“You’re doing so well, Em. You’ve been so good to me, do you know what your reward is?”
I shook my head and a whimper escaped my lips as he slipped his fingers inside of me and dipped his mouth to my clit. His tongue lapped at my pussy as his fingers curled inside me until he found the spot that made me moan and bite at my lip to muffle the following sounds. He scissored his fingers, spreading me wider for him before curving them back into that spot that made my toes curl. He licked up and down slowly and evenly with the flat of his tongue and continued to fuck me with his fingers.
