Page 94 of The Scientist

Hadley Oliver:Can I come back now? I promise to behave.

Alexsander Strovinski:Sure. I’ll make sure to be fully clothed this time.

Hadley Olivier:I appreciate that.

I made my way back to his house and knocked on the door a few times.He answered in what looked like three pairs of sweatpants, five shirts, a jacket, scarf, and beanie, and I burst out laughing.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much!” I laughed before launching myself at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waist, smiling down at me.

“I just came by for a goodnight kiss,” I told him, gazing into those beautiful eyes. “I missed you today.” I pulled the beanie and scarf off, taking the time to appreciate how handsome he was.

“I can tell,” he said in a husky voice.

I closed the last bit of distance between us until our chests were pressed together, and I tilted my face up to his. The mood quickly shifted away from being playful as I ran my hands across his chest and even with all the extra layers, it wasn’t doing much to kill the desire I felt rising up. It felt like this palpable thing between us that I didn’t even try to suppress.

He remained silent as his hands kneaded at my waist before he leaned down, and our lips finally met. The kiss was slow at first, our tongues sliding leisurely against one another, but as it started to build, my rational thoughts went out the window. I unzipped his puffer jacket and began tugging at the extra layers he had on. We both started to laugh when the layers got stuck as I tried to pull them over his head. We quickly resumed kissing once he was down to a single layer of clothing.

After a few minutes, I made the bold decision that the last T-shirt needed to go as well, so I swiftly removed that one too.So much for my darling reputation.He didn’t object. He just continued to kiss me like he never wanted to stop. My breathing felt tighter as he led me backward toward the sofa, his hands trailing along my waist. My skin came alive underneath histouch. He settled onto the sofa, pulling me with him until I was straddling him. I could feel his erection pushing into me, and I pushed back.

His hands slid underneath my shirt, pressing along my back before venturing toward the front of my body, and I felt him starting to palm my breasts in tandem with our kisses. Realizing he needed better access, I broke the kiss and pulled off my own shirt in one quick motion. He took the hint, leaning forward and pulling down the straps of my bra until my breasts were exposed, and his mouth covered my nipple. I groaned softly as he ran his tongue along my breasts, cupping them both gently in his hands.

“Maybe we should go to my room. I don’t know when Stuart will be back,” he whispered, but I was too caught up in a haze of lust.I barely registered the words he had spoken as a dull roaring sound filled my ears.

“Mhmm,” was all I managed to respond. Apparently, I was incapable of human language. I continued to grind down on his erection, needing more. I pulled his face back to mine, already forgetting what he had just said to me. He seemed just as lost in the moment as he turned my body, laying me flat on the sofa. Hovering just inches above me, our kiss resumed, igniting a blaze of desire that threatened to consume me.

After a few minutes, I was so worked up that I had to break the kiss just to catch my breath, but he took that as an invitation to start kissing my neck. Hot, aching desire flooded my system.

He moved down even further to give attention to the other breast. His tongue slid around my other peaked nipple as I tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him on. My hips began to roll, and I started groaning with each sweep of his tongue across my sensitive flesh. I felt his weight shift, followed by the gentle brush of his fingertips along my abdomen. His hand trailed even lower, slipping under the waistband of my pants, delving furtherinto the fabric of my panties until he found the exact spot I needed him to.

My breathing picked up speed as he worked two fingers in, and I’m sure it was now crystal clear to him just how turned on I was. His thumb pressed along that bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped into me, all while kissing along my chest and neck. It was all too much and not enough. I grasped the wrist of the hand that was pressing into me in all the right ways and wound my free arm around his neck as my eyes fluttered closed in pure ecstasy.

“The noises you’re making are driving me crazy,” he said, low in my ear. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the feel of his fingers guiding into me with an expertise that I’d only dreamed of, and the sensation of his lips on my skin.

“Don’t stop,” was all I managed to breathe out.

His hand started to move a little faster, and I squeezed my eyes shut from the onslaught of pleasure. He pressed his forehead to mine, and I placed my hand around the back of his neck to hold him there and kissed him briefly until all I could do was moan against his mouth as I felt myself getting closer. He pressed his thumb in a little more firmly, and that propelled me over the edge.

I writhed underneath him as he watched me climax, breathing heavily with his lips parted and a look of pure desire on his face, doubling my own pleasure. When I finally came back down, I stared up at him in a blissful daze. All I could think about was how incredible he was going to be in bed if that was the kind of orgasm I got just from his hand.

“I feel like I could hammer nails after watching you come undone like that,” he said a little breathlessly, his fingers still slowly moving in and out as little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me. I felt his erection pressing into my leg, and it did feel hard as a rock.

“Let’s fix that.” I pushed him back up to a sitting position and knelt in front of him.

His eyes were trained on my face as I tucked my fingers into the elastic waistband of his sweatpants and boxers and moved to slide them down. He lifted so I could pull them down all the way, and his cock sprang free.It was as beautiful as the rest of him. But it looked painfully hard, so I didn’t waste any more time.

He appeared spellbound as I grasped the base and ran my tongue along the side, swirling around the tip a few times before bringing him fully into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath, his head falling back onto the sofa as I glided my mouth up and down his shaft, coordinating the movement with my hand. He muttered something in Russian, sending it skyward before his gaze finally lowered. His breathing became more ragged as he watched me heatedly. I stared back into his eyes as I pulled him deep into my mouth, sucking and tugging at his hard length.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, threading his fingers into my hair and moaning as I started to move faster. I felt him grow harder inside my mouth, and I could tell he was close. I picked up the pace for a few moments longer until he pushed himself even deeper into my throat, and I watched him cry out.

I tasted the sudden explosion of warmth flowing into my mouth, and I took it all in. I was thinking that he might be on to something because I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything sexier than this man coming apart in front of me. Knowing it was me who put that look on his face only heightened my arousal.

He caressed my cheek before lifting his bottom to pull his underwear and pants back into position. He stood up, pulling me with him. In typical Lex fashion, he didn’t say anything, but instead brought both hands up to cup my face and gazed into my eyes with a look that told me everything I needed to know. Hekissed me with such tenderness that I could have melted right where I stood.

The next thing I heard was the sound of the door unlocking. I crossed my arms over my exposed breasts while Lex pulled me quickly into his chest. He wrapped both arms around me, trying to cover my half-naked body.

“Stuart, get out, will you!” heshouted gruffly over his shoulder with his back facing the door.