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A minute later, Gene was dragging Joe Ellison into the nearest cubicle, slamming the door shut behind him and slipping the lock into place before dumping the other mans limp weight in the corner. He begrudgingly sat himself down on the lidded toilet, pulling out his hip-flask and wondering how long he would have to wait before he got to knock ten shades of shit out of the smug little ponce who was probably, at this very moment, trying to cop a feel of Alex's arse... The idea made his blood boil, and as Ellison stirred briefly, he delivered a harsh, well-aimed kick to his gut, returning the other man to unconsciousness as he attempted to vent his anger.
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Alex didn't see Gene dragging Joe Ellison into the toilets, but she soon realized that he had vacated the bar, and was instantly struck by an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. It wasn't that she truly believed she was in danger without him, but having the reassurance that Gene was twenty yards away, perfectly ready to snap Barry's neck in two if he put a toe over the line, made her feel safe and secure, as though she had another person there to watch her back...
Now it was gone, and the feel of Barry's hand on her waist, which had previously only presented itself as a minor annoyance, now became a huge discomfort, almost burning through the fabric of her dress as his thumb rubbed light circles against her and he politely introduced her to various friends. She found herself breathing a sigh of relief when Barry slipped away to order the next round, and busied herself talking to her new acquaintances, making small talk that felt, not only unnecessary, but tedious, too.
Among Barry's friends there was Andy - who, when sat down with his legs crossed one over the other, hands resting lightly on his knee, was prominently effeminate,- and a broad, brown-haired man named Adrian, who might have been attractive were it not for the fact his eyes and mouth seemed permanently transfixed in a lustful leer. There was an empty seat next to Andy, a worn looking jacket thrown over the seat, but even after ten minutes, when Barry had returned and set everyone's drinks onto the wooden table, nobody came forward to claim it, and nor did the rest of the tables occupants seem at all concerned.
"Anyone heard 'out more on Jezza?" Adrian asked, his voice oddly high-pitched. Even though his question was directed at the others, his eyes never left Alex's face, and she felt her stomach churn, bile rising in her throat as she wondered, yet again, where Gene had disappeared to.
Barry and Andy both shrugged, and Alex looked from one to the other inquisitively, "Jezza?"
With a smile, Barry slipped his arm back around her waist, eyes meeting hers warmly, "he's a mate of ours, only we haven't seen him in a couple of days, and he's usually here every night." He shrugged, looking over at Andy who was smiling sadly back at them. Barry's hand tightened on Alex's waist as he felt her stiffen next to him. "You ok?" he asked quietly.
"Yes..." Alex said softly, "yes... I'm fine." She smiled weakly at him then looked over to Andy, deliberately overlooking the glint in Adrian's eyes as she spoke. "Don't you know where he might be?"
"Not a clue. Hasn't answered his phone or his door; he got back from Tunisia the other night and came 'ere but haven't seen him since... not that I blame him," Andy shrugged, eyes hard and knuckles white as he gripped the pint in his hand, "he's been through the mill a bit lately though, poor sod. Probably buggered off to Mexico and shacked up with a prozzie by now..." He looked sad, and there was a twinge of sympathy in her stomach as she inwardly winced at the sad truth; none of Jeremy's friends knew. "He had it crap." Andy said bluntly.
Alex glanced questioningly at Barry, who exchanged a brief look with Andy and the others before speaking, "his wife left him... again; they've been on and off for years but he'd thought they were getting back on track... he was gutted afterwards, started shagging some random Jessie bird none of us ever met, but other than that he wouldn't say anything..." Barry shrugged again as he trailed off. "He's never said much else, to be honest, and we don't ask."
Alex felt her coppers instinct itching to take over, wanting to know exactly what Jeremy had thought and felt; had he even mentioned his daughter's existence? Did he ever tell them why he and Amanda broke up? Who was this mystery woman that he had run to after his marriage fell to pieces? Her hands began fidgeting absently on the table as she searched for an outlet for all of her questions. And then, suddenly, her hand was being covered with Barry's as he wrapped his fingers around hers, bringing her hand to his lips and throwing her a wink, as though she had just divulged a great secret that he was swearing not to tell. Alex smiled shakily, averting her eyes to Andy as she asked, "how long were they married?"
"Nearly twenty years," Andy answered, drinking deeply, eyes dull, and for a moment Barry's confession of Andy's sexuality rose in her mind- the look in his eyes was bitter, resentful, and full of hurt. Was it possible that the man Barry had referred to, in his own crass way, as 'having it off' with Andy for years, was actually Jeremy McKellen? The expression he wore was enough to suggest it, but before she had time to really analyse it, to grasp what exactly was going through Andy's mind, his face had became impassive once more, and she was forced to continue as though she hadn't noticed it at all.
"That's a long time," she said softly, feeling Barry squeeze at her hand lightly, almost suggestively, causing her to fight back a snappy retort as she aimed for ignorance, acting as though she hadn't even noticed as she went on; "Did they have any children?"
At that, Andy's jaw clenched and the grip on Alex's hand tightened, but the reply came from Adrian this time, who, for once, had shifted his gaze to look at something other than her. "A daughter," He said quietly. There was a brief pause before he met her eyes again, a steely glint in them as he asked, "And what do you mean 'did' they?"
Alex frowned; she wasn't the only one. Barry and Andy both glanced at Adrian with inquisition in their eyes, as though his question made little or no sense to them, either. He didn't back down, so Alex shrugged. "Well... they got divorced, didn't they? So... so they're not together any more... so you'd say 'did' wouldn't you? In the past tense?" Her voice quavered slightly, but for some reason she didn't think she had to be worried; the looks on Barry and Andy's faces had been enough to tell her they were unsure how to take that question, too, so the fact her voice was uncertain and shaken didn't faze her as greatly as it might have done.
Adrian's eyes were cold as he glanced from her, to Barry, to Andy, to her again, before throwing the rest of his beer down his throat in three large gulps and slinking away to the other side of the bar. Alex frowned, just as Barry moved his chair closer and dropped his spare hand to her knee. "Sorry about that," he said consolingly, squeezing her leg lightly; Alex couldn't help but pull her leg away from his touch. Barry looked sheepish, though it didn't prevent him bringing both hands up to cup her own and bring her fingers to his lips once again. She resisted rolling her eyes and looked over to Andy, whose face was drawn and tight, as though he had just been visited by a ghost.
"Am I right in thinking that things were sour with his daughter, then?" she glanced from one to the other of them, noticing the way Barry bit his lip and Andy raised his hand to his lips, chewing almost nervously on his nail. Eventually, he lowered his shaking hand, eyeing Alex in an assessing manner, before shrugging with an odd sense of apathy.
"She was ill, and he couldn't handle it... and then she died." He stood up and went to the bar, ordering two rounds of shots, which he brought back to the table and offered to either of them. In his absence, Barry attempted to engage Alex with small talk, moving to stroke a lock of hair from her face, but she was distracted and unresponsive, and the moment Andy returned her attention returned to the topic at hand, despite Barry's best attempts to divert her attention.
"Did she die of her illness?" Alex asked, voice soft, adopting the maternal tone she had long since realized helped to aid her sense of caring inquisition. She watched the pair of them shift uncomfortably, feeling Barry's hand begin to clam up with sweat and wishing more than anything that he would simply let her go long enough to pull out of his reach. Unfortunately, he seemed intent on doing the complete opposite, and his grip only served to tighten as Andy replied.
"No. It wasn't her illness." He threw a shot down his throat, before reaching for the next.
Alex forced a frown onto her face as she asked, "What was it then?"
Andy narrowed his eyes, "you know, you ask alot of questions, Alex... why so interested?"
With a shrug, she picked up her shot glass, "I'm a mother. No parent should lose a child." With an almost mocking lift of the glass she threw the drink down her throat, feeling the fiery alcohol burning a path down her innards as she suddenly –finally - felt Barry's hand loosen on hers.
"You've got kids?" He asked, and when Alex looked at him she felt revulsion at the expression of complete disgust on his face, his lip twisting in contempt. It was then that she took the opportunity to pull her hand completely from his grasp, making a large show of wiping it on her skirts as she stood up, a falsely sweet smile plastered over her lips as she resisted slapping him.
"Is that a problem, Barry dear?" She asked sweetly, eyes cold. Barry twitched slightly, hand grasping at his knee and knuckles whitening as he spoke.
"Thought you were a decent bird not a bloody prozzie," his voice was riddled with distaste and Alex snorted, downing her last shot before speaking again.
"I could've been both, for the right man," Alex smiled, voice laced with meaning that said, quite clearly, that he was most definitely not that man, nor had she really ever considered him a possibility. With a sarcastic wave, she slipped through the wooden door that signalled the toilets, slipping into the ladies quickly and quietly. It was only on her way out, as she heard a heavy thud of something hitting wood in the men's room, that she wondered about Gene's whereabouts once more, and opened the door tentatively.
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"Hunt?" She hissed, feeling it necessary to use his second name, though she could think up no plausible explanation as to why. The moment the name left her lips she heard a scraping of a lock, saw a cubicle door open, and a moment later Gene stuck his head out through the gap, face set in a moody pout that sent her body aquiver, even as he threw the door open; there was an odd grunt as the wood slammed into something soft, but she didn't have time to question it as he pulled her roughly to him, allowing the door to slam closed behind her as he brought his mouth down on hers, bruising her lips with the intensity of it. Alex whimpered, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt as she attempted to maintain coherent thought. Unfortunately, as he pressed her up against the wall and allowed his strong hands to wander under the skirt of her dress, all cohesion abandoned her body. He skimmed over the thin fabric of her black French knickers – the ones he had specifically requested earlier in the evening as she dressed. For a moment, she thought he was going to have her right there, in the bathroom of a working man's pub with her supposed 'date' sat, however dejectedly, barely ten metres away on the other side of the wall... but then he'd pulled back, eyes blazing, fingers possessive as they dug into the soft skin of her arse, gaze transfixing her as he spoke in a low, heated growl that set the warm heat between her legs alight.
"Don't expect to be walking tomorrow, Bols," he said, voice sultry as he began grinding his hips into hers and savouring the moan of lustful desire that left her throat, "dressed like that, you're lucky I haven't fucked you over the Quattro!" He dipped his head to suck her earlobe into his mouth before pressing harder against her, mouth moving to her jaw. "Has the smug little Barry-bugger told you anything yet?"
Alex's eyes were closed as his mouth flitted over her face, gentle kisses pressed to her nose, cheek, eyelids and forehead, completely contradicting the harsh diggings of his fingers as they marked her arse and the tops of her thighs. The question registered, but somehow the conflict of his tender kiss, the nearly painful signs of possession he left on her body, rendered her mind incapable, whirring with incongruence, making her feel completely absurd and lost as Gene's effect on her body took hold, every point at which his skin met hers sending blazing heat spiralling up towards her stomach. As she scrabbled for words, she found that they escaped her, and it was only when Gene pulled his head away from hers, eyes questioning as he met her gaze and fingers loosening their grip slightly, that she was able to answer him, though it was ragged, breathy and almost uncertain, as though she had just run a marathon and was now being asked to recite the names of the last twenty-five Prime Ministers in order.
"He... didn't talk alot about Rosa, from what I can gather..." Her chest was heaving, and Gene couldn't seem to resist leaning down to flick his tongue across her bare neck and collarbone, hearing her breath hitch before he spoke.
"What else?" Alex could feel his hot breath on her skin, smell the heady scent of whiskey emanating from him as he moved his mouth up to her ear once again, nuzzling gently, eyes lidded as his arms slid around her waist, holding her to him as his lips teased and caressed her skin.
"He was upset... about Amanda... he was having sex with someone else..." She was shaking, overwhelmed by his proximity, by the demanding tone of his voice that was so totally 'Guv', even when his lips were paying homage to her skin, and his hands were caressing her with the confidence and tenderness of a lover.
"She 'ave a name?" He murmured, slipping one hand up her side and moving to cover her breast, kneading and rolling it in his hands as he bit lightly at her chin, moving again to her ear to nibble lightly on its shell.
"Yes... Tessie, I think it was... no... no not Tessie... Tess? No... Jessie... her name was Jessie..." her hips were pressing hard against his now, pleading for his returned attention, but at the mention of the name he froze, pulling his face back to cup her cheek, eyes intense.
"Jessie?"
Alex nodded, mouth open slightly as she panted for air. "Yes..."
Gene frowned, "Jessie, as in, shorten it and you get Jess?"
Another nod from Alex, and then her hand sought the back of his neck as she attempted to pull him back down to her, wanting to feel his lips on hers once more... But she was disappointed when he grasped her wrist and pulled it away, his mouth set in an angry pout as he stared at the wooden door that led back into the pub. "Bugger," he said softly, pulling away completely and rubbing a hand lightly over his slightly stubbled cheek, eyes full of concentration as Alex tried valiantly to hold herself up without his strong arms around her... She failed, slumping slightly down the wall as he continued to let out a string of obscenities that were impressive even for a man of his expletory vocabulary.
"What is it?" Alex managed, head resting against the wall as she watch him run a hand agitatedly through his floppy hair, briefly contemplating whether he realised he'd peaked it into slight horns and whether it was a deliberate attempt to get her heart pounding.
Gene turned to her, frowning at finding her halfway down the wall and reaching out a hand to lift her up, "think I met this Jess bird," he muttered, glancing down at her behind and reaching out to dust it of the dirt which had collected there as she slid down the dirty wall.
Alex looked at him quizzically, eyebrows raised. "Really? When? Where"
He shrugged, hand resting lightly on her arse as he spoke, "well, some slutty old tart in a halter neck came up and offered me her services so to speak and-"
"And what? Did she say who she was? Did you talk to her? Did you find anything out about her or-?" Her voice was rising with investigatory excitement, but she was soon cut off by Gene's reply, not even trying to hide her impatience as he spoke out over her.
"To be perfectly honest, Bols, I was a bit distracted getting her hands off me crotch to ask whether she'd been hooking up with a murder victim!" There was something oddly defensive in his tone, and Alex frowned, her brow crinkling as she eyed him carefully, watching his jaw grind slightly and his Adam's apple rise and fall as he gulped.
"You let her walk away?" Alex said in disbelief, "without asking her anything?"
Gene stared at her in complete bemusement, "what was I meant to do? The way she was going she'd 'ave 'ad me jacked off under the table before I found out if she was even a local! I was doing you a bloody favour!"
"You didn't ask her anything about him at all?" Alex's voice was laced with desperation, and Gene returned her look with one of annoyance.
"When was I supposed to ask her anything?" He asked exasperatedly, "When she was groping me leg or when she offered me whatever sex I wanted on a silver platter? Jesus, Bolly, what'd you want me to do?" He was exasperated and confused, absolutely befuddled by her attitude; was he supposed to have accepted the strange woman's advances under the pretence of 'investigation'? Because if that was the case, then that must surely mean she was only interested in shagging him, and whatever personal feelings he housed for her must have been unreturned...
"Be professional!" Alex said, waving her hand around for emphasis, expression wrought with frustration. "Just because she propositions you with a shag doesn't mean you have to take her up on it- she was offering you information, Gene, and you turned it away!"
She was angry and pissed off, he knew, but it didn't stop his own resolve snapping, causing indignation to bubble up furiously in the depths of his stomach as he pressed her back against the wall, eyes black with a combination of lust and displeasure. The length of his body pressed against hers as he hissed at her, feeling her shake against him, unknowing as to whether it was out of desire or fear; at that moment it didn't matter.
"I turned away a floozy who'd sooner stick her gob round my cock than tell me anything about bloody Jeremy McKellen, Bolly! And the only reason I didn't take her up on it was you!" His eyes were blazing as he jabbed her hard in the arm, seeing the shock on her face, passion ruling his head as he gripped her chin in his hand, jaw tight as he went on, voice lower now, but still full of impassioned anger. "You're in my head, Alex... so if I don't shag the first bit of fluff that wanders in for a quick one then I'm sorry, but she wanted it, and I didn't want her..." there was a brief pause before he added, "I want you, Bolly... and though there's many things I'd do for a collar, shagging some cheap piece of arse when I'd rather be fucking you isn't one of them..."
Their eyes locked, burning with passion and warmth as he moved to press their lips together, the brief contact of their skin enough to send Alex into shivers, even as the wooden door to their left swung open.
"Joe, you in 'ere?" The voice was slurred, and as the door opened to reveal a slightly inebriated Andy Summerton, Alex gasped, vaguely wondering just how much alcohol he had consumed since she vacated the table. Instantly, Andy's head snapped up from the floor to glance quickly from her to Gene with disbelief before glaring at her accusingly. "Knew you were fishy!" He was slurring slightly, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction, but even as he stepped forwards to grab her by the arm, Gene's fist flew into his jaw, the sickening crunch causing Alex to flinch as the force of the blow sent Andy's head into the wall with such force that he crumpled to the floor. Alex glared at Gene in reprimand, but he'd already turned away, dragging Andy's unconscious form into the cubicle where Joe already slumped without any hesitation at all.
"You best get back to your poncy-twonk, Bols," Gene muttered, avoiding eye contact so he didn't have to see the look of outrage in her gaze. When she didn't move, he frowned up at her, noting the slightly embarrassed look on her face and raising one eyebrow in silent question. Alex closed her eyes briefly before daring to speak, and Gene noticed with amusement that she kept her eyes to the ground as she did so.
"I might have blown that part of the operation ever-so-slightly..." she said softly, bracing herself for his snort of amusement, eventually blinking when she realized it wasn't coming. Looking up to meet his eyes she crossed her arms, "come on then, bring on the arrogant commentary about how the posh-bird messed it up!"
Gene blinked, looking her over briefly before shrugging, leaning back against the cubicle wall. "So we both screwed up then?"
Alex stared. Was this Gene being rational? He hadn't made a smarmy quip or turned the argument she had used around to hurt her – he was just accepting it, shrugging it off like it didn't matter... "But I-"
Gene rolled his eyes, stepping forwards to cup her face in his hand, "Look Bols, I ain't chuffed we didn't get anything either, but if it means I don't have to watch some nancy prick trying to get in yer knickers, well... well to be honest, I'm happy as a pig in shit." He pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips before pulling away again, gently stroking down her cheek. "Go get in the car, Bols; I'll be there in five..." His kiss was harder this time, stronger, more passionate, and she melted into him, sucking lightly as his tongue probed her mouth. When he withdrew she kept her eyes lidded, even as he pressed the Quattro keys into her waiting hand, his breath on her face as he looked at her, feeling his body stir with desire at the sight of her flushed face and swollen lips, wondering how long he'd have to wait before he could lose himself in her again...
"Get going, Bolly," he murmured, lightly nuzzling her ear, "much as I'd love to shag you right 'ere, I ain't doing it with two other blokes in the room." With a slight squeeze of her behind, he pushed her towards the door, watching her sashay out with a wave of lust cresting in his stomach –soon, he told himself. Soon he'd be buried within her once more, feeling her writhe beneath him and listening to nothing but her heavy breathing and wanton moans... Very soon, he repeated to himself, waiting only a minute before following her out and casting a practised eye around the room.
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Alex slid into the Quattro, her legs shaking with the effort of walking, thankful for the support of the welcoming leather seats as she attempted to recollect her breathing and calm the rush of lust that had risen up in her stomach as Gene held her against the door.
Leaving the pub, she'd had to endure several callous looks from Adrian and Barry, and it would seem that half of the other punters had also turned against her in the ten minutes during which she had vacated to the bathroom. She didn't like to think what vicious rumours had since been spread about her – perhaps that she was as frigid as a Nun, or that she was secretly a lesbian and had been using Barry to elicit jealousy in a former lover? She laughed at that; two years ago, her brain would never have allowed her to come up with such lucid vendettas, and now they tumbled freely from the dark recesses of her mind, a prominent reminder of the amount of time spent in the presence of anti-feministic males with minds like sewers.
With a sigh, she settled back into the seat, lifting her hips briefly to tug the skirts of her dress down her legs. Much as she adored Gene's reaction to her slinky dresses, and much as she couldn't wait for him to follow up on his promise of removing it, it was an undeserved punishment that the bare legs she had revealed on his insistence – because tights would only slow the shagging process down later on – now stuck to the leather of his car as her body heat warmed it up.
She didn't doubt that Gene would more than compensate for said discomfort once they finally arrived back at the flat, since as yet his prowess had not failed to impress, but whilst he remained in the pub, a stupid distance away from the pulse that beat like a samba between her thighs, she couldn't for a second see the positives of revealing such a large amount of skin to the elements.
As if hearing her thoughts, the door opened on the driver's side and Gene slipped himself in next to her, shutting the door almost reverently before glancing across at her, eyes brilliantly blue as he trailed his eyes slowly over her body. Alex shivered, managing to collect herself enough to pose the question, "did you find anything?"
Gene shook his head, slipping on his driving gloves. "Nope; guess she buggered off with some bloke or other." With a slight shrug, he turned the key in the ignition, putting the car into gear and pulling out of his parking space before settling his left hand on Alex's inner thigh, pushing the black fabric up over her hips as his fingers caressed the crease of her thigh, tracing over the hem of her knickers as he glanced briefly at the road, then focused on the small red ribbons that decorated the black, expensive French lace. He stifled a groan, fingers increasing the pressure on the soft skin of her leg as he began to drive them back at speed. The whole time Alex kept her eyes closed, breath slightly rasping as his fingers teased back and forth, briefly applying pressure through the fabric of her knickers to rub against her engorged clit, leaving her quaking at his touch. By the time they pulled up outside Luigi's, Alex was nearly incapable of movement, stumbling through the side door and almost falling to the ground, even with Gene's strong arm wrapped securely around her waist.
"Gene," she managed as he lifted her up to her feet again, "Gene, I need a drink..."
Gene shook his head, eyes hard as he roughly swung her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs swiftly as his gloved hand lightly traced over her knee-cap. "Don't need a drink, Bolly," he told her firmly, movement confident as he continued on his way up to Alex's flat. "I need a shag; I'm not sitting and watching you prance about in that thing any longer; it's coming off." He set her down outside the flat, slipping his key in the lock as Alex leant heavily against his shoulder, breath teasing over the skin of his neck as he pushed the door open.
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A few moments later, he had her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall of her flat, hands pushing the fabric of her dress upwards so that it bunched around her waist. The lace of her underwear rubbed against his jeans, the friction eliciting groans of delight from the back of his throat, whilst he fiercely possessed her mouth, teeth and lips clashing passionately with hers.
His hand sought out the barely-there fabric of her knickers, pushing it aside as he slipped one finger within her slick, oily warmth. "So wet..." he murmured in amazement, lips barely leaving hers as he plunged his fingers repeatedly into her, "wanna fuck you, Bolly!" he whispered, grasping the hem of her dress and tugging at it impatiently. "Off," he grunted, "how'd I get it off?" His annoyance was evident as he searched for a zip, briefly considering that it was supposed to lift off, before Alex's sultry whisper reached his ears.
"Rip it!" She said, her legs tightening around his back as her fingers began fumbling with his shirt. "I've got nicer ones..."
Gene groaned, fingers stilling as he moved to nibble at her neck. "God, you're hot..."
She laughed breathily, "you haven't seen anything yet, Gene..." Even as she spoke, he withdrew his fingers from her, bringing both hands up to the top of her dress before ripping it viciously aside, revealing the matching lace of her bra as the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. His lips fell to her heaving chest as he hoisted her up the wall, pinning her there as he left a series of love bites around the prominent curve of her breast, a line of red marks forming as his hands ripped the dress further until it fell away from her lithe body.
"Love this..." he murmured, "you feel so good..." his hand rose to her bra, snapping it quickly from her chest before bringing his mouth down to cover her nipple, sucking gently, tongue flicking out at the taut bud until Alex emitted a low moan of pleasure. His fingers returned to the quick of her very briefly, whilst his mouth found hers. Just as she reached the edge of orgasm, teetering on the brink as his thumb rubbed her clit gently, he brought his glistening hand up to their mouths, tracing her bottom lip with his finger and opening his eyes in time to see her tongue flick out to taste it, a soft groan leaving his throat as he pulled his hand away, taking each of his dripping digits into his mouth in turn, deliberately trailing his tongue exaggeratedly over each, basking in the simple pleasure of watching her pupils dilate with arousal, grinding his hips against hers until she climaxed against him, body thrashing, a thin sheen of sweat coating her forehead as he kept his eyes locked on hers.
When each of his fingers had been thoroughly cleansed, and her body had stopped quaking, he bent forwards, locking their mouths together as he lifted her into his chest to carry her across the room until his knees bumped the edge of the sofa, causing them both to stumble, falling forwards onto the cushions with a grunt. Gene lifted his knee, grinding it against Alex's crux as his lips fell to her neck again, just as her hands fought with the buckle of his belt, pushing trousers and boxers down past his buttocks.
Her hand sought out his hard length, wrapping around his girth like a glove, encircling him with warmth so blissful he closed his eyes to the sensation, almost whimpering as she traced her thumb across his sensitive tip. After a moment, he reopened his eyes to meet hers, gaze heated and lustful as he lowered his mouth to her stomach, pulling out of her grasp as he slid down her body, teeth closing over the elastic waistband of her knickers before tugging them slowly down her body, lifting her hips with his hands to slide the flimsy fabric away from the warm, heady scent that filtered into his nostrils and made his erection throb with desire.
He wanted to taste her, wanted to bring her to another quaking orgasm with just his tongue, feel her pulsating around the supple muscle of his mouth and lap at the silky elixir that drove him wild... but more than anything he wanted to be inside her, and at that moment his only coherent thought was that she was willing and wet beneath him, and that if he waited much longer while looking at her wanton body, he'd come right there, all over her perfect stomach... And much as the idea was worth entertaining, he knew nothing would compare to the feel of her slick channel grasping and clenching around him...
So instead of licking her, he drew the pants from her ankles and lifted one long leg over his shoulder before plunging his whole length into her, savouring the soft moan of desire that left her throat as he brought his mouth to hers, biting down slightly as she pushed back up at him, tasting copper as she let out a sultry moan that sent his head spinning. His thrusts were hard and deep, his shirt sticking to his back as his breathing rate increased, head falling to her shoulder, his mouth open against her neck as he panted, breathing heavily as Alex's legs tightened around the backs of his thighs, pulling him in deeper.
His eyes closed to the feel of her, hips blurring as he gasped his pleasure, head lolling on her chest, feeling the hot flush of her skin beneath his forehead... She lifted his head, pulling his mouth to hers and sucking at his upper lip, tasting sweat and salty skin as his fingers squeezed tightly at her breast, the already tender skin burning with pleasure at his touch, causing her to buck upwards, dragging his other hand down between them to press it against her clit. Skilful fingers twisted and pressed at her until she was throwing her head back, eyes closed in bliss and mouth wide as her orgasm took her, blinding her to all but the sensation of his pumping thrusts and the breath on her neck.
"Gene!" She shrieked, one hand clawing down his back as her pleasure consumed her, feeling Gene stiffen within her and above her, thrusting one final time into the depths of her body before releasing into her, stars bursting before his eyes as he growled out in her ear.
"Bolly!" He grunted, "shit... fuck... that was... fuck..."
Alex laughed breathlessly, tangling a hand in his hair as she met his eyes, her hazel orbs glistening with delight. "That was fantastic," she said, loosening her legs from his body and dropping them to the floor, stifling a laugh at the realisation she was still wearing her heels.
Gene murmured his agreement, nipping lightly at her ear as he whispered huskily to her, "you're great for my ego, Bollykecks... bloody fantastic."
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