My paper-thin control was torn to shreds as I pushed Lexi off my lap onto the floor and grabbed a handful of hair. I held her in place as my hips began to take control of the action.
In self-defense, she grasped the base of my shaft so that I couldn’t push too far forward and choke her. I was starting to get there. Mr. Happy began to thicken, lengthen, stiffen, and get harder, if that was even possible.
Lexi seemed to sense my desire. I worried for a split second whether Lexi was as into this as she’d said. Then she became more of an active participant as she sucked me with more force and used her tongue in interesting ways. Lexi’s nostrils flared as she inhaled my musky, heated scent. I saw her flush with desire. If I’d had any doubt before, I could see this wasn’t an act.
I rejoiced as my heavy member slid across her tongue, stretching her lips, filling her mouth as I pushed my length forward. I’d found a good rhythm and might have gone on for much longer. But she reached up with her other hand and used her fingernails to scratch me right under my sack. For me, that was one of my most sensitive spots in a very good way.
“Oh, crud,” I gasped. “I can’t hold off.”
I tried to pull her off me, but she wasn’t having any of that. Lexi had a good grip on me and continued to do wonderful things to Mr. Happy. He convinced the big brain to let him drive the body.
I slammed my hips forward to get as deep as she’d allow me, which was a lot deeper than I’d thought she would. A rumble started deep in my chest as I moaned with pleasure.
Lexi was killing me. She bobbed up and down like a madwoman, and it was too much. I couldn’t stop the runaway rush of feelings, so I gave up trying to control them. Mr. Happy jerked against the roof of her mouth as I climaxed. I couldn’t believe how good that was.
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I may have blacked out a little.
Lexi stood before me and had a tremulous little smile on her face.
“You liked that?” she asked as she unbuttoned my dress shirt she wore as a … well, dress.
When she got to her navel, I saw the swell of her breasts since she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt my arousal begin to return.
“Come here,” I said in a husky voice.
I reached between us, cupped her sex, and slid my middle fingers between her swollen folds. I looked into her eyes as they got bigger and felt her tremble in anticipation.
“You liked that?” I asked, using her own words.
Certainly, I liked it. I also knew all that kept me from stopping was Mr. Happy, who was successfully arguing that Lexi’d said this was just a hookup. I had a bad feeling that if I allowed my emotions to get involved, I might fall hard for her. That was the last thing I needed right now, and it didn’t seem like that was what she was after.
I was leaving either tomorrow or the next day and going home. I would have to face everyone and to explain what happened with Brook and me. It was best that I not have Lexi on the brain when I did that. This was precisely what I needed to clear my head: no-strings, hook-up sex.
She was soft and wet. I had to snap out of it.
“Please tell me again. Tell me this is just sex. Tell me that it doesn’t mean more than that,” I begged.
“Relax,” she said, and then got serious. “David, I know you’re hurting. I realize that there’s no room in your head for more, and I honestly am not looking for anything from you. Except that you take care of a need of my own. I have needs, too. Why can’t we help each other?”
“Lexi, if we take this any further, there have to be rules. If we’re going to do this, it has to be just sex. No emotions, no expectations, no guilt. It’s simply two people helping each other out.”
“That’s what I want,” she assured me.
“If either of us even thinks we have found someone we want more with, we stop.”
“Agreed.”
“This begins once we start the movies. If we’re going to do this, then it’s just the two of us. I don’t want to worry about others. I want to keep it professional with my castmates, and I’m not interested in finding random hookups,” I explain.
“If you’re the one giving me orgasms, I won’t ever hook up with anyone else.”
I smiled.
“Lexi, you’ve been a very good girl. You’re the best PA I could ever have. Good girls get treats,” I said as I turned up the sexual vibe meter to nine and a half.
“What’s my treat?” she asked.
“I plan to give you enough satisfaction that you won’t need to find anyone else while I’m gone.”
“What about Bob?” she asked.
That was to my sexual vibe what throwing a bucket of ice water was to sleep. Lexi laughed at my confusion.
“Who’s Bob?” I asked.
“My Battery-Operated Boyfriend.”
“Huh?” I asked, even more confused, and then the lightbulb came on. “Oh … Bob is cool. I encourage you to get together with Bob as often as you want.”
Lexi dropped her hand between her legs and began to rub it in circles. She really was a ‘good girl.’ She was ‘good’ at turning me on.
“Come here. I’ve made my decision. I want to do this hook-up idea of yours.”
“You sure? I don’t want you wimping out on me,” she teased.
