An agreement with the bad boy

Getting better acquainted.

Ethan POV

The last four and a half days have been taken up getting to know Lexi a little better, because Sophie said we looked too uncomfortable together, which is strange, because I never usually have problems getting comfortable with girls. It's actually been OK, if I were friends with girls, they'd be the type I'd want to hang out with. I've got to really know both of them, especially Lexi. She's a great girl, her life's a bit f****d but considering what she has had to put up with, I reckon she's pretty normal.

Her dad came home on Friday, I only saw a glimpse of him in the ten hours I was around there. He spent most his time locked away in his office, he was gone by eight the next morning, leaving a big pile of washing for Lexi to do ready for his next fly by visit. She just takes it in her stride, she says she's used to it.

I let myself in through the front door, where I left the door on the latch so I didn't have to bother her when I returned after picking some clothes up from home. It's the big unveiling at school tomorrow and she's nervous so I'm gonna stay the night and go in with her in the morning. Sophie can't stay, because she's busy. She's got a date with my brother, but Lexi doesn't know about them yet, so she said she had to sort something out with one of her 'special friends'.

I come through the door and Lexi's washing the dishes, her back to the door. When she realises I'm back she turns her head, with her small smile, before returning back to the dishes. 

I never thought washing up could be such a turn on, the white summer dress she's wearing rides up slightly as she reaches up to pull down a dish cloth from the cupboard above the sink. I walk around the kitchen island to her, she carries on drying the dishes at the sink as I stand behind her, moving her hair from her right shoulder so all of her hair is falling over her left shoulder. I lean down and land a kiss on her shoulder, placing my hands on her hips. My kisses start trailing to her neck and up her jaw bone, stopping as I graze her ear lobe with my teeth, causing her to release a quiet gasp. With my hands wondering from her hips moving down and up her legs, pulling the skirt of her dress higher up her thighs. She turns to face me, placing a hand on my chest.

"I've forgotten something upstairs." She says glancing at the door. Is she trying to escape me?

I follow her up the stairs, keeping a couple of steps between us. God, that arse. 

When we finally get to her bedroom, she turns to look at me, flushed.

"What did you forget?" Intrigued.

"I've forgotten." She says shaking her head.

"So maybe I can have kiss instead?" A little brazen I know, but I've been a patient man. Although I don't think she noticed my cheekiness, as she stepped closer until there was only an inch between the two of us. She leant in to my ear.

"I want a lot more than a kiss, Baby." She whispered. 

Well, I'm not going to say no, am I?

She pulls back and we smash our lips together, my hands on the small of her back, hers around my neck. Her mouth opens slightly so I use the opportunity to force my tongue into it, she meets my tongue with hers. 

Walking slowly backwards, edging closer to the bed, she unhooks her arms from around my neck, undoing the zip on the side of her dress. I break away from the kiss, sliding the straps down her arms. The dress falls to the floor, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in a white strapless, lacy bra and thong. Kicking the dress to the side, she takes a step towards me, eyeing me as if I were prey. She runs her hand down my chest, stopping at the hem, slowly pulling it up and over my head and dropping it to the floor, on top of her dress. 

She places her hand on my shoulder, pulling me in gently for another kiss. Her hand starts roaming down my bare chest, reaching her goal of unfastening the buckle on my belt and undoing my button flies before tugging down my jeans.

Once we are both standing in our underwear she places her flat palm in the middle of my chest, forcing me onto the bed. I lay on the bed, propped up by my elbows watching her as she slowly moves her hands to her back, unfastening and freeing herself of her bra.

She climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips. She leans down to kiss me, my mouth, my jaw, my neck, working her way down my chest. She relieves me of my boxers when she finally reaches my Calvin Klein's, running a finger down my hardened d**k. She moves lower, kissing my hips, the inside of my thighs. Stroking my boner gently, she licks the pre c*m that has started to accumulate on the end, slowly licking down one side of the shaft then up the other side, wrapping her mouth around it as she reaches the head. Licking and sucking, while stroking the base. 

I know it's not going to take a lot more and I think she senses it, removing her mouth, working her way back up my body licking all the way, until she reaches my ear.

"Your c**k makes me so wet." She breaths into my ear.

I lean up slightly, pulling her thong down over her legs, and she kicks it off the bed. Reaching into the infamous draw she rips open the wrapper using her teeth, slowly sliding it down my c**k. She hovers above me, taking it in her hand and slowly guiding me into her, lowering herself onto me and releasing a deep breath. She starts moving up and down, picking up the pace with each movement. I flip us, her hips angling to meet me as I thrust harder and deeper, her moans getting louder.

"You feel so good inside me." She whispers between moans, pulsing around me. I know it's not going to be long for either of us. I let myself go when she starts to arch her back and tighten around me.

Within minutes I had collapsed on top of her, both of us exhaling ragged breaths. After about minute I finally roll off her, lying back on the bed after disposing of the condom into the bin next to the bed. 

We lie there, naked in a comfortable silence for ten minutes. I quite enjoy this sort of bonding sessions. 

She rises, grabbing her black satin robe from Ottoman at the end of the bed, wrapping it around her and tying it.

"So, any notes then?" I look at her, confused. "This was part of the test, wasn't it? So what can I improve on." I shake my head at her, grinning.

"I only have one complaint… Your wearing clothes right now." She raises an eyebrow and walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She remerges a couple of minutes later, robeless. She walks past me on the bed, into the walk in wardrobe naked.

Round two anyone?

Alexis POV

I walk into the bathroom, sort myself out and start running the shower. 

So he thinks I covered up too quickly? I undid the robe and let it fall to the floor. Problem solved. 

I walk past him, lying on the bed. I look him in the eyes, seeing the lust in his makes me smile smugly. I get into the walk in, grabbing a chemise and head towards the chest of draws that hold my underwear when I feel him behind me. His hard ready rubbered c**k pressed against my arse makes me gasp.

Round two!

He places his hands on my arms, gliding them down to my hips and to my thighs, working his way around so his hand is gently parting my legs. He takes his finger, running it along the entrance of my p***y, slowly pushing it in and out until he knows I'm ready for him. In one single thrust he enters me fully, from behind. 

I reach for the side of the chest of draws, trying to find something to grip. His hand appears from behind me and covers mine, interlocking our fingers at the knuckles, giving me something to squeeze as I release satisfying moans. Every moan seems to spur him on as he thrusts harder and deeper with every one. As my moans turn into ecstatic screams I feel myself tightening around him. He starts massaging my left breast with his free hand, thrusting faster and harder. I feel an explosion build inside me. I squeeze his hand tighter as I loose sight of everything but this pleasurable feeling.

Seconds later I feel the jerking movement that tells me he's come to his end. I stand for a minute, my weak knees trying to hold us both up before he unlinks our fingers and rises, separating us. 

Now I know why he's so popular! 

I grab the clothes I had already retrieved and walk past him, patting him on the chest as I pass him. He stares at me, dumbfounded.

"Good job, big boy." I say as I walk towards the bathroom to take a shower. Leaving him standing with a clueless look on his face.

On leaving the bathroom, I notice a large bump in my bed. Well that'll never do!

"Out." I say thumbing towards the door. Ethan's heads pops up from under the duvet.

"What? But I'm staying the night."

"Yes you are. In one of the spare rooms." He grumbles to himself, picking up his clothes from around the room. "You've seen the rules, no sleepovers. I would consider you sleeping in my bed a sleepover. Wouldn't you?"

"Hmph." Is all I get as he exits the bedroom, retiring to the spare room next to mine.

Well we're definitely more acquainted now.