Chapter 4: Aftermath
A few minutes before six, there was a loud knock at Ridge's door. Before the second rap, he had opened the door, looking down at Alex, who looked brightly back up at him. She wore a black trench coat, cinched at the waist, and a pair of black heels that made her legs look impossibly long. Her hair was swept up in a loose bun, with a few tendrils framing her face, and her lips were painted a deep, sinful red. She held a small overnight bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Ridge's breath caught in his throat. "You look..." he started, but she cut him off with a slow, knowing smile.
"Like a woman who’s about to ruin you for anyone else?" she teased, stepping inside and brushing past him. Ridge growled and uttered a short command. "Freeze." Alex stopped and turned to study him. He stepped into her reach, then wrapped his arms about her and lifted her for a hard kiss. "You don't get to ignore me, Alex." He turned to close the door and then back to Alex, who was now standing with her trench coat open, revealing lacy lingerie and very little of it. Ridge whistled and whispered, "Wow".
Alex smirked and stepped back, letting the trench coat slide from her shoulders to pool at her feet. She stood there in a black lace bra and matching thong, the delicate fabric barely containing her curves. Her skin glowed under the soft apartment lighting, and the faint scent of her perfume—something sweet and intoxicating—filled the air between them.
Ridge reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of her bra. "You're going to be the death of me, Alex," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Alex bit her lip, her blue eyes darkening as she watched him. "I hope not," she said, her voice low and husky. "I have much more fun things planned for you than death."
Ridge's fingers slid from the lace to her waist, pulling her closer. "Oh, I can't wait to hear all about them," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, and felt her shiver in response.
Alex tilted her head, giving him better access. "Mmm, but first, dinner," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You promised me a home-cooked meal, Ridge McKoy. And I intend to collect."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin as he pulled back just enough to look at her. "I did, Alex. And I intend to deliver. I've got sauce simmering in the kitchen. But I wonder if we need to discuss what happened today before we get into the more entertaining elements of the evening? I can pour the wine while we talk?"
Alex blinked and put her coat over the arm of a side chair before sauntering into the kitchen, summoning Ridge to follow her by the sway of her hips. Ridge said, "Glasses over the sink," as he went into a drawer to find a corkscrew. Alex brought the glasses and leaned close to Ridge as he poured into them. Then he took her hand and led her back into the living room, taking a seat and pulling her into his lap lengthwise. He raised his glass to her and murmured, "To the hottest teacher I ever met." Alex grinned and sipped her wine.
Ridge took her hand and kissed the palm softly, then looked into her eyes. "So, what are we going to do, professor?" Alex shrugged and looked up at him with innocent eyes. "It's done, padawan. I traded you into Laura Kelsey's class at the same time, four or five doors down the hall. And her first paper is exactly like mine, so you're covered." She sipped her wine.
"I don't think your new professor will be nearly as accommodating as I am." Ridge chuckled and kissed her palm again. "I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about *you*." Alex arched an eyebrow. "Me? Why?" Ridge sighed. "Because I know what I'm getting into with you. And I don't want to see you get in trouble." Alex set her wine down and turned to face him fully, her knees straddling his thighs. "Ridge, I'm a grown woman. I know what I'm doing." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.
"You think I don't know the risks?" Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch light but deliberate. "I've spent years playing by the rules, Ridge. And where has it gotten me? Alone in my apartment, grading papers on a Friday night while my students are out living their lives."
She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her expression a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "I want this. I want *you*. And I'm not about to let some outdated university policy stand in my way."
Ridge exhaled slowly, his hands resting on her hips. "Alex, I—" She cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips. "No. Listen to me. I’ve spent too many years playing it safe, and look where that’s gotten me. Married. Divorced. Alone. Boring. Predictable.” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his lips. “I want this, Ridge. And I’m not about to let some outdated university policy stand in my way.”
Ridge exhaled slowly, his hands resting on her hips. “Alex, I—”
She cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips. “No.” Her voice was firm, but her eyes softened. “You don’t get to argue with me on this. I’m not some fragile flower who needs protecting. I’m a grown woman who knows exactly what she wants.” Alex’s voice was low, her breath warm against his lips. “And right now, I want you.”
Ridge studied her for a long moment, the weight of her words settling between them. He could see the fire in her eyes, the way her fingers trembled slightly against his jaw. She wasn’t just defiant—she was *hungry*. For him. For this. For the thrill of breaking rules she’d spent years following.
He exhaled, his hands sliding up her waist, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through the lace of her bra. “You’re sure about this?”
Alex’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. Ridge nodded, accepting that as her answer. "And is this only for 'right now'? I realize I'm just a hick from the hinterlands, but you've bowled me over." Ridge's voice was low and rough, his fingers tracing the edge of Alex's bra strap. "I don't want to be your mistake, Alex. I want to be your choice."
Alex's breath hitched as his fingers brushed her skin. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly. "You are," she whispered. "The only one I've ever made that actually *felt* like a choice."
The air between them crackled with tension. Ridge's hands slid up her back, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. His lips found the hollow of her throat, and Alex gasped as his teeth grazed her skin. Ridge nodded there and whispered, "I'm both tremendously sorry and desperately excited you feel I'm the only choice you've made." His fingers slid beneath the lace of her bra, tracing the curve of her breast with a feather-light touch that made her shiver. "Tell me what you want, Alex. Right now. Not what you think I want to hear. Not what you think you should say. Tell me what you *want*."
Alex's eyes fluttered shut as his fingers teased her nipple into a hard peak. "I want you to stop talking," she whispered, her voice ragged. "I want you to fuck me like you did against that window. Hard. Like you own me."
Ridge growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. Then he murmured, "And what if I think I have a better idea?" Alex's eyes flew open, and she studied his face. "What could possibly be better than that?" Ridge chuckled. "Take off your bra and get on your knees between my legs." Alex's eyes went wide and then very narrow. The two wine glasses were set upon the coffee table and she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. The lace slid from her shoulders, dropping to the floor and revealing her round full breasts, bruised from Ridge’s attention the day before. Her eyes remained on him as she knelt and looked up at him.
Ridge nodded. "Do you want this?" Alex licked her lips slowly, then crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting them for his approval. She hissed, "Fuck yes, I do." Her voice was thick with lust, her fingers trembling as she reached for the waistband of his jeans. Ridge’s hand slid into her hair, fingers tangling in the loose strands as he tilted her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Open your mouth, Alex." Her breath hitched, but she obeyed, parting her lips slowly. Ridge's cock twitched against his zipper, straining for release. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "Now show me what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours."
Alex's fingers trembled as she reached for his belt, her nails scraping against the leather as she fumbled with the buckle. Ridge let her struggle for a moment, watching the way her breath hitched, the way her chest rose and fell with anticipation. When she finally managed to free the buckle, she looked up at him through her lashes, her lips parted in a silent plea.
"Fuck, you're beautiful like this," Ridge growled, his hands sliding into her hair, gripping the strands tightly as he guided her head forward. "Just like that, baby. Show me how much you want this." Ridge's voice was a dark growl, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her closer. Alex's breath hitched, her lips parting as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. The scent of him—musky, masculine, intoxicating—filled her senses, making her head spin.
She reached for the button, her fingers trembling slightly as she fumbled it open and pulled his pants down to his hips. His cock tented his boxers and she stared at a moment before grasping it through his underwear. "Fuck, your hands are so soft," Ridge growled.
Alex smirked, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she gently squeezed his girth then kissed its warm head through his boxers. She took a deep breath of his scent, committing it to memory.
The musk of his skin, the faint saltiness of his arousal—it all made her mouth water. Her fingers trembled as she hooked them into the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with precum. Alex licked her lips, her pulse hammering in her throat.
Ridge watched her, his eyes dark with hunger. "You gonna tease me all night, or are you gonna suck my cock like a good girl?"
Alex smirked, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. She gave him a slow, deliberate stroke, her thumb swiping over the bead of precum at the tip.
"You want me to suck you like a good girl?" she purred, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Or do you want me to be a *bad* girl?" Ridge groaned, his hips jerking up slightly as her fingers worked him. "Fuck, Alex," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair. "You know what I want."
She smirked, leaning in to flick her tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting him. "Mmm," she hummed, her breath warm against his skin. "You taste good." Ridge's fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to meet his gaze. Ridge let go of her hair and lowered his hands to her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples and their piercings, causing her to hum around the head of his cock.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come just from watching you," he growled, his voice rough and strained. "But I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, Alex."
Alex didn't need to be told twice. She leaned in, her lips parting as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The taste of him—salty, musky, intoxicating—filled her senses, making her moan softly. She swirled her tongue around the tip, savoring the bead of precum that had formed there, before taking him deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck, yes," Ridge hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair once more. “Have you been thinking about this all day, baby?” Waiting for an answer, Ridge was pretty sure she had.
The way her tongue had flicked out to lick her lips when she was kneeling before him, the way her fingers had trembled as she’d reached for his belt—she’d been thinking about this. About *him*. And now, with his cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around him like a fucking promise, he knew she wasn’t going to stop.
Alex moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him down, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she pulled back. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she worked him, her head bobbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth on his cock filled the room, mingling with his ragged breaths and the occasional filthy curse that slipped past his lips. "Fuck, Alex—just like that," he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her deeper. "Take it all, baby. Show me how bad you want it."
Alex hollowed her cheeks, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth as she took him to the back of her throat. Her nose brushed against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and she inhaled deeply, the musky scent of him making her pussy clench with need.
She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, the thin lace of her thong doing nothing to contain the slick heat between her legs. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as she pulled back just enough to gasp for air before diving back down, taking him even deeper this time.
"Fuck, Alex—" Ridge groaned, his voice a guttural growl as his hips jerked upward, forcing himself further into her throat. "You take my cock so fucking good, baby. Like you were made for it."
Alex hummed in response, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth.
She pulled back just enough to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside before taking him deep again. Her throat worked around him, the muscles fluttering as she swallowed, her nose pressed against his skin.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," Ridge groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You want that, don't you? You want to taste me, to swallow every fucking drop."
Alex moaned around him, the sound muffled but unmistakable. She pulled back just enough to lick her lips, her eyes locked on his as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.
"You taste so fucking good," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I could do this all night."
Ridge groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck, Alex," he growled. "You're gonna make me come if you keep that up."
She smirked, her lips parting as she took him deep again, her throat working around him as she swallowed.
"Fuck, yes," Ridge hissed, his hips bucking up to meet her. “Take it all."
Alex moaned around his cock, the vibration making Ridge’s entire body tense. Her hands slid up his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of his jeans as she took him deeper, her throat opening for him. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the room, mingling with Ridge’s ragged breaths and the occasional filthy curse that slipped past his lips.
"Fuck, you’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?" Ridge growled, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp around his cock. "You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me, taking my cock like a good girl," Ridge growled, his hips lifting to meet her mouth as she swallowed him deeper. Alex moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch in her throat. "You want that, don’t you?”
Alex hummed her agreement around his cock, the vibration making Ridge’s entire body tense. His hands rose up to capture her face as he began slow deep thrusts into her throat. Alex groaned ecstatically around his cock, her eyes rolling up as he cherished her and worshipped her mouth.
She felt the heat of his cock in her throat, the way his hips jerked when she swallowed around him. The musky, salty taste of him flooded her senses, and she could feel her own arousal soaking the lace of her thong.
"Fuck, Alex," Ridge growled, his voice rough and strained as he thrust deeper into her mouth. "You are so incredibly beautiful like that."
Alex moaned, the vibration making his cock twitch in her throat. She pulled back slightly, her lips stretched around his girth, and looked up at him through her lashes. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she took him deep again, her throat working around him.
She could feel him swelling, the thick veins pulsing against her tongue as he neared his breaking point. His grip on her head tightened, his hips jerking upward as he fucked her mouth with short, sharp thrusts. "Fuck, Alex—" he groaned, his voice a rough. “Are you ready for this?”
Alex moaned, the sound muffled around his cock. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft. She could feel his balls tightening, the way his thighs trembled beneath her hands.
Slowly, she drew back until only the head was in her mouth. Then she reached out and began massaging his balls. Ridge gasped and quivered, his balls visibly jerking as he filled her waiting mouth with his seed.
Feeling filthy, she opened her mouth wide as he came, then, making sure he was watching, swallowed it all slowly, making pleased noises in her core. Then she slowly licked his cock clean before rising up to kiss him hard. Ridge groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding up her back to grip her shoulders as he pulled her onto his lap. His cock was still half-hard between them, slick with her saliva and his cum. "Fuck, Alex," he growled against her lips. "Best cocksucking I ever had.”
Alex smirked, grinding her lace-covered pussy against his thigh. She purred, "I've got plans for you, Ridge McKoy." She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock.
“You’re so fucking hard for me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Ridge groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer. “Then stop fucking teasing me and get on my cock,” he growled, his voice rough with need. Alex smirked, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong. She slowly slid it down her thighs, bending over just enough to give him a perfect view of her round, full ass. Ridge’s breath hitched as she stepped out of the lace, leaving it pooled on the floor.
Her pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping with arousal. She turned to face him, her fingers trailing down her stomach, teasing the soft curls between her thighs. "You like what you see?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
Ridge’s cock twitched against his stomach, already hardening again. "Fuck, Alex," he growled, his hands reaching for her. "You’re so fucking perfect." He pulled her onto his lap, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he ground her down against his cock. The wet heat of her pussy pressed against his shaft, and he groaned at the sensation.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he guided her. "You're dripping for me, aren't you?"
Alex moaned, grinding herself against him, her slick folds parting around his cock. "Yes," she breathed, her voice ragged with need. "I've been thinking about this all day. About how good you feel inside me."
Ridge's cock throbbed, the head glistening with precum as it slid between her swollen lips. He could feel her arousal coating him, the slick heat making his head swim. “That’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard." he murmured, his voice rough. “What are we going to do about that?” Ridge growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he lifted her slightly, positioning the thick, swollen head of his cock against her dripping entrance. Alex’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of him pressing against her, the slickness of her arousal coating the tip.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Hard. Like you mean it.”
Ridge didn’t need to be told twice. With a low, guttural groan, he pulled her down onto his cock, his thick length stretching her open in one deep, relentless thrust.
Alex gasped, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she impaled herself on him, her body trembling from the sudden fullness. "Fuck—you're so big," she whimpered, her voice breaking as he bottomed out inside her, his hips pressing flush against her ass.
Ridge didn't give her time to adjust. His hands gripped her hips like a vise, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to fuck her with brutal, punishing strokes. He leaned to her ear, kissing it softly before murmuring with a growly voice, “I promise you right now, Alex, I will ever only fuck you like I mean it. Because I do, beautiful.” Ridge snarled, his voice thick with lust as he pulled her down onto his cock again, harder this time. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene, as he fucked her with deep, relentless strokes. Alex’s breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. “Fuck—yes—just like that,” she moaned, her voice trembling as she took every inch of him. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”
Ridge’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving bruises as he lifted her slightly before slamming her back down onto his cock.
The force of it made her gasp, her back arching as he impaled her deeper than before. His cock was a thick, throbbing presence inside her, stretching her in ways that made her dizzy with pleasure, even as the tip pressed hard on her cervix.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ridge groaned, his voice rough with need. “I love your perfect little greedy cunt.”
Alex whimpered, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she rode him, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it dragged against her inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. “You like that?” she panted, her voice breathless.“ I love how you fuck me like you own me.”
Ridge growled, “Don’t I?” His fingers digging into her hips as he lifted her and slammed her back down onto his cock, again and again. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the occasional filthy curse that slipped past their lips. Alex could feel herself getting closer, her pussy clenching around his cock as the pressure built inside her.
“Don’t I own you? You and the climax building up in your core?”,” Ridge groaned, his voice rough with lust.
“Say it, Alex. Tell me who owns this tight little cunt of yours.”
Alex gasped as he slammed her down onto his cock again, the thick length stretching her to her limits. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she took every brutal inch. “You do,” she panted, her voice trembling with need. “You fucking own me. And it just makes me hornier!”
Ridge’s lips curled into a dark, satisfied smirk. “That’s right, baby. And I’m gonna fuck you until you scream it.”
He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he began to fuck her with deep, relentless strokes.
His cock was thick, throbbing, and impossibly hard inside her, stretching her in ways that made her gasp and whimper with every thrust.
“That’s it, lover…lose control. Give me your screaming orgasm,” Ridge growled, his voice rough with lust.
“I want to hear you come all over my cock like my best girl.”
Alex’s breath hitched as his fingers dug into her hips, his thrusts growing faster, harder, each one driving her closer to the edge. She could feel the thick length of him stretching her, filling her in ways that made her dizzy with pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene, mingling with their ragged breaths and the occasional filthy curse that slipped past their lips.
Ridge whispered, softly, “Trust me,” then rolled, laying her on her back on the couch, her hair splayed under her. Hanging over her, his thrusts became slow and yet deeper than any thus far. His mouth found hers and he kissed her deep and hard as he claimed her with his languorous thrusts and his fingers in her hair.
The couch creaked under their weight, the leather groaning as Ridge pinned her down, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp into his mouth. His cock dragged against her g-spot with every thrust, the thick head pressing against her cervix in a way that made her toes curl. "My pussy, my cunt," he growled against her lips, his voice rough with need. "My Alex. Come for me.”
Alex whimpered, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she gasped, her voice breaking as he thrust into her with slow, deliberate force. "You feel so fucking good inside me."
Ridge growled, his hips rolling in a slow, grinding circle that made her gasp. "So gorgeous," he murmured, his voice rough with lust. "You like feeling me stretch you open?"
Alex moaned, her head falling back as he hit a spot inside her that made her vision blur. "Yes—fuck, yes," she whimpered, her nails digging into his back. "Don’t stop—please, don’t stop."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Oh, baby, I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name and your pussy is dripping down my balls," he murmured, his voice a low, filthy promise.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his cock still buried deep inside her, throbbing with every beat of his heart. His fingers tangled in her hair, gripping tightly as he began to move again—slow, each thrust deliberate and deep, his hips rolling in a way that made her gasp and arch beneath him.
"Fuck, you're so ready," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "I can feel your cunt squeezing me, baby.
You want to come, don't you?" Ridge growled, his voice thick with lust as he thrust into her with slow, deliberate force. "You want to come all over my cock like the gorgeous slut you are?"
Alex whimpered, her body trembling beneath him as she felt the pressure building inside her. "Yes—fuck, yes," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Please, Ridge—make me come." "You want to come? Then come, Alex.” He lowered his lips to hers and claimed her mouth just as he was her cunt.
His tongue fucked her mouth in time with his cock fucking her pussy, and Alex moaned into his mouth, her body trembling beneath him.
She could feel the thick, throbbing length of him stretching her open, filling her in ways that made her gasp and whimper with every thrust. And still he kissed her deep and long, as if he was drawing her orgasm out through her mouth. Alex’s body trembled beneath him, her hips bucking up to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts. His cock dragged against her g-spot with every roll of his hips, the thick head pressing against her cervix in a way that made her toes curl and her vision blur. She could feel the pressure building inside her, a tight, coiling heat that threatened to consume her.
"Yes, Ridge," she gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to suck in a ragged breath. "I'm so close—"
Ridge growled, his lips crashing back down onto hers as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward with more urgency.
And then she was there, the heat coiling her core exploding in every direction, her body arching and quaking as her release rolled through her.
Alex’s back arched, her nails digging into Ridge’s shoulders as her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with desperate, rhythmic pulses. “Fuck—Ridge—” she gasped, her voice breaking as her orgasm tore through her, leaving her trembling and breathless.
Ridge groaned, his hips slamming into her with brutal force, his cock pistoning in and out of her slick, clenching cunt. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Come all over my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you love it.”
Alex could only whimper in response, her body trembling beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. And then he arched and groaned. His body stretched and quaked, and then spurt after hot spurt of his seed rushed into her.
His cock pulsed deep inside her, the thick head pressing against her cervix as he emptied himself into her with a guttural groan. Alex could feel the heat of his cum flooding her, dripping down her thighs as he collapsed against her, his breath ragged and hot against her neck.
Alex moaned softly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back as she savored the feeling of him still buried deep inside her. She could feel his cock twitching, the last remnants of his orgasm pulsing against her sensitive walls.
Her pussy still fluttered around him, milking every last drop of his cum as she rode out the aftershocks of her own climax. The scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the salty tang of his release—filled the air, thick and intoxicating.
Ridge’s breath was hot against her neck, his lips brushing against her skin in slow, lazy kisses. His fingers traced idle patterns along her ribs, his touch light but deliberate, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away.
Alex sighed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tilted his head back to meet his gaze.
His lips were swollen from kissing, his dark eyes heavy with satisfaction. She smirked, her thumb brushing over his lower lip. "You look like a man who just got fucked silly," she murmured, her voice husky with amusement.
Ridge chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple. "That’s because I just got fucked silly by the sexiest woman I’ve ever met," he replied, his voice rough with lingering desire. "But I’m not done with you yet."
Alex arched an eyebrow, her fingers sliding down his chest to tease the light dusting of hair there. And then she arched again as he lowered his lips to her hard nipple, chewing lightly before sucking hard.
Alex gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as he worshipped her breasts, his tongue swirling around the hard peaks before biting down just enough to make her whimper. "Fuck, Ridge," she moaned, her hips rolling beneath him, her pussy still clenching around his cock. "You make me feel so good.”
Ridge growled against her skin, then raised his eyes to hers. “Do you think you still want food? I worked hard to make a bolognese for you.” He grinned at her. “Be very careful how you answer.” Alex smirked, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
Ridge chuckled, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “I’m suggesting we take a break to eat, then fuck again. Because I’m not done with you yet.” He nipped at her skin, making her gasp. “And I don’t think you’re done with me either.” Alex’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back up to meet her gaze. “You’re right,” she admitted, her voice husky. “I need more."
Ridge rolled off of her and stood nude beside her. She looked up at him, then took his hand stood also, wearing nothing but her stockings and those high-heeled shoes that made her legs that much more cravable. Softly he leaned into her and kissed her slowly, then took her hand and guided her to the kitchen. He went to the stove and stirred his sauce, then offer a spoonful to Alex. "Careful, it's hot. Don't burn your mouth...". Alex nodded and cautiously tasted the sauce as Ridge put on the same apron. When he was done he turned back to Alex, who just groaned nearly as ecstatically as when he is inside her. "That's really good."
After a lovely dinner, Alex and Ridge sat, mostly nude, on the couch, looking out over the lights of the city. Ridge's hand was wrapped around Alex's. He looked to her and kissed her neck softly, then whispered, "Tell me about your ex-husband, Alex. You mentioned him earlier tonight." Ridge's voice was low, his breath warm against the shell of her ear. "I want to know everything." Alex exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around his. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but she wasn’t looking at them. She was looking at the past, at the carefully constructed walls she’d spent years building around the memories.
"You sure you want to hear this?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended. "It’s not exactly dinner conversation."
Ridge turned her face toward him with a gentle finger under her chin. His dark eyes were serious, but not unkind. "I want to know you, Alex. All of you. The good, the bad, the ugly. Especially the ugly."
Alex exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the back of his hand. The city lights outside the window flickered like distant stars, but her mind was elsewhere—back in the quiet, suffocating years of her marriage, back to the woman she’d been before she’d learned how to want things again.
"His name was Daniel," she began, her voice steady but distant, as if she were reading from a script she’d memorized long ago. "We met in grad school. He was a literature professor—brilliant, charming, the kind of man who could make you feel like the only person in the room just by looking at you." She paused, her thumb brushing over Ridge’s knuckles." And for a while, that was enough. I thought it was love. I thought it was *everything*."
Ridge stayed quiet, letting the silence stretch between them like a bridge. He could feel the weight of her words, the way they settled into the space between them, heavy and unyielding.
Alex took a slow sip of her wine, the red liquid catching the light as it swirled in the glass. "We got married young. Too young, maybe. I was twenty-four, fresh out of my PhD program, full of ideas and ambition. He was thirty, already tenured, already *established*. I thought we were building something together. A life. A partnership. A future. But Daniel had other plans."
Alex's fingers tightened around her wine glass, the stem trembling slightly. The city lights outside the window blurred as she blinked, her eyes suddenly burning. She took a slow, steadying breath before continuing.
"He wanted a wife, not a partner. Someone who would support his career, attend his galas, look pretty on his arm. And for a long time, I thought that was enough. I thought love meant compromise, that wanting more was selfish."
Ridge's thumb traced slow circles on the back of her hand, his touch grounding her. He didn't interrupt, didn't offer empty reassurances. He just listened, his dark eyes steady on hers.
The silence between them was heavy, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that held space for the truth, for the things that had been buried too long.
Alex took another sip of wine, the liquid burning a path down her throat. "I started teaching at the university a few years after we got married. Daniel was already well-established in the department, and I thought... I thought it would be good for us. That we'd be equals. That we'd build something together." She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "But he didn't see it that way. He saw it as me stepping on his toes.
He didn’t like the attention I got from students. He didn’t like that I was good at my job. He didn’t like that I had my own opinions, my own voice. He wanted me to be his perfect little academic wife, and when I wasn’t, he…” Alex trailed off, her fingers tightening around her wine glass.
Ridge waited, his thumb still tracing slow circles on the back of her hand. The city lights outside the window flickered like distant stars, but his focus was entirely on her. “He what, Alex?” he asked softly.
She exhaled sharply, her voice barely above a whisper.
"He made me feel small. Not just in the way he spoke to me, but in the way he looked at me. Like I was a problem to be managed, not a person to be loved. And the worst part? I let him. For years, I let him chip away at me until I barely recognized myself."
Alex’s fingers trembled around her wine glass, the stem trembling slightly. "I stopped wearing the clothes I loved because he said they were too revealing. I stopped speaking up in department meetings because he told me my ideas weren’t original enough. I stopped laughing too loudly because he said it made me sound unprofessional. I stopped being *me* because he convinced me that the person I was wasn’t good enough." Alex's voice cracked slightly, but she pressed on, her fingers tightening around Ridge's. "And the worst part? I didn't even realize I was disappearing until one day, I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the woman staring back at me."
Ridge's jaw tightened, his grip on her hand firm but gentle. He didn't say anything—didn't offer empty platitudes or false reassurances. He listened, his dark eyes steady on hers, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm of her memories. Alex sighed and went on. "And that's when I knew we were done. I had to get out or risk never being *me* again." Alex's voice was steady now, the weight of the words settling between them like a quiet storm. "I filed for divorce the next week. It wasn’t pretty. He fought it, of course. Tried to make me look like the unstable one. Tried to make me doubt myself again. But for the first time in years, I didn’t let him." She exhaled, her fingers tightening around Ridge’s. "And that’s the story of my ex-husband."
Ridge studied her for a long moment, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of her hand. "And now?" he asked softly.
"Who are you now, Alex?"
Alex turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes catching the city lights and reflecting them like twin stars in the dim room. She studied his face—the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his blonde hair fell just slightly over his forehead, the intensity in his gaze that made her feel both seen and understood. She took a slow breath, letting the question settle in her chest.
"I’m someone who’s still figuring that out," she admitted, her voice quieter than before. "But I know I’m not the woman I was when I was with him. I’m not the woman who let someone else dictate who she was, what she wore, how she spoke. I’m not the woman who believed she had to shrink herself to make room for someone else’s ego." Alex’s fingers tightened around Ridge’s, her grip firm and unyielding. "I’m the woman who walks into a room now and doesn’t apologize for taking up space. I’m the woman who wears what she wants, says what she thinks, and doesn’t wait for permission to be herself."
Ridge’s lips curved into a slow, appreciative smile. "Well, that woman is fucking incredible," he said, his voice low and rough. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.
"You know what I think?" His voice was a low rumble, the kind that vibrated through her bones. "I think you're the most fascinating woman I've ever met. And I think you deserve to be worshipped."
Alex felt the heat rise in her cheeks, but she didn't look away. Instead, she met his gaze, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. "Is that so?"
Ridge's fingers traced a slow path up her arm, his touch feather-light but deliberate. "It is," he murmured. "And I plan on showing you just how much."
The city lights outside the window flickered like distant stars, casting a soft glow over the room.
Alex leaned into Ridge’s touch, her skin still humming from the heat of his fingers. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something that settled in her chest like a promise. Ridge murmured, his voice rough with something deeper than desire. "I think you’ve been waiting a long time for someone to see you. *Really* see you."
Alex exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass. The stem was cool under her touch, grounding. "Maybe," she admitted. "But I didn’t realize how much I needed it until now."
Ridge’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, his gaze never leaving hers. Then, reaching a decision, he took her wine glass and set it on the table. He stood and leaned down, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. As he carried her up the stairs to the bedroom, her lips pressed hungrily on his neck. up to the point where he laid her out on the bed. Only when he moved lower to remove her shoes did her lips lost contact with his skin. And then she felt his lips on her calves and she stretched luxuriously, cat-like.
His mouth moved higher, kissing the inside of her knee, then the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She gasped as his tongue flicked out, tracing slow circles against her skin. "Ridge—" she breathed, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
He looked up at her, his dark eyes burning with hunger. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me exactly what you need."
Alex swallowed hard, her body trembling beneath his touch. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his fingers dug into her thighs as he held her open for him. "I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "All of you. Body and soul."
Ridge's lips curled into a slow, dark smile. "Good answer," he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles on the inside of her thigh. Alex shivered as his mouth moved higher, his tongue swirling over her skin in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel the heat of his breath against her, the way his fingers dug into her thighs as he held her open for him. And then his mouth was on her, his tongue flicking out to tease her clit in slow, thoughtful strokes.
Alex gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure shot through her like lightning. The city lights outside the bedroom window cast long shadows across the walls, but all she could focus on was the heat of Ridge’s breath against her skin, the way his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, teasing circles.
Alex moaned, her hips arching up to meet his mouth, her body writhing at his attention. Wordlessly she urged him on. Ridge growled against her, the vibration making her gasp. "You are so sensitive, so responsive," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her open as his tongue worked magic between her legs. Alex could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, deliberate circles. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure shot through her like lightning. The city lights outside the bedroom window cast long shadows across the walls, but all she could focus on was the heat of Ridge's breath against her skin, the way his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, teasing circles.
"Ridge—" she gasped, her hips arching up to meet his mouth. "Please—"
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her wet flesh. "We'e going to do this slow, baby. You're going to get what you want...what you need, but slowly. Lingeringly. And when we're done, you'll know who you belong to better than if I just mindlessly fucked you." He leaned down and kissed her clit slowly, tongue swirling around it as he sucked it into his mouth.
Alex gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her like electricity. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his tongue worked magic between her legs. The way his words burned as much as his touch. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her open as he worshipped her with his mouth.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Just like that—"
Ridge growled against her, the vibration making her gasp. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Go ahead and fuck my mouth. Just let it all go, baby."
Alex moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
The words he’d spoken—*slow, lingering, belonging*—echoed in her mind like a dark promise. She could feel the heat of his breath against her, the way his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her closer to the edge without letting her fall. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as she pulled him closer, her body trembling with need.
The city lights outside the window flickered like distant stars, casting long shadows across the walls. But all Alex could focus on was the heat of Ridge’s mouth, the way his tongue worked her with a precision that made her toes curl.
His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her open as he worshipped her with a hunger that left her breathless. The world outside the bedroom faded—no more city lights, no more distant hum of traffic, just the sound of her own ragged breathing and the wet, filthy noises of his mouth between her legs.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she gasped, her hips arching up to meet him. "You’re going to make me come like this."
He pulled back just enough to look up at her, his lips glistening, his dark eyes burning with something primal. Then he lowered his head again, hot mouth on her clit and his fingers now squeezing her ass ruthlessly, the edge of a forefinger teasing her rosy pucker.
Alex gasped, her body arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her like lightning. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, deliberate circles, pressing her closer to the edge and demanding she jump. "Just like that—"
Ridge growled against her, the vibration making her gasp. "Come for me, Alex," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue."
Alex's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair as the pressure inside her built to an unbearable peak. His tongue worked her with a precision that made her vision blur, his fingers digging into her thighs as he held her open for him. The city lights outside the window flickered like distant stars, but all Alex could focus on was the heat of Ridge's mouth, the way his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, deliberate circles, pressing her closer to the edge.
And then his forefinger pressed harder, and then slipped into his first knuckle. Alex wailed and came, spraying her juices for the first time on her life, all over Ridge's face and then into his open mouth. She whimpered as he swallowed her down and then closed his lips around her clit again, sucking hard as her asshole clenched on the first knuckle of his finger.
Her body shook, her legs trembling as she came for him, her juices spilling over his lips and chin. He groaned, his tongue lapping at her like a starving man, drinking her down as she rode his face.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. "You're going to kill me." "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I want more."
Alex shivered as he moved up her body, his mouth finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
She could taste herself on his lips, salty and sweet, and the filthy realization sent another jolt of arousal through her. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her as his fingers traced the curve of her hip, then slid between her thighs. She was still dripping from her orgasm, her pussy swollen and sensitive, but the moment his fingers brushed against her clit, she gasped into his mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Ridge growled, his voice rough with lust. “I love how greedy your cunt is.”
Alex moaned, her hips arching up to meet his touch. “My greedy cunt wants you inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
“I need you to fuck me, Ridge. Hard. Now.”
Ridge’s dark eyes burned with primal hunger as he pulled back just enough to look down at her. His fingers traced the slick folds of her pussy, teasing her entrance before slipping inside, two thick digits stretching her open. Alex gasped, her back arching off the bed as his fingers curled upward, pressing against that sweet spot deep inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “I love how your cunt clenches around my fingers like it never wants to let go.”
Alex whimpered, her hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more. Ridge nodded and slowly withdrew his fingers before grasping her hips and rolling her to her stomach. Her ass instinctively rose, offering him views of her sopping pussy and perfect ass. She turned to look back at him as her hips moved side to side, inviting him closer.
With a single thrust, his cock sank into her sloppy pussy, and the second thrust buried his entire length in her, balls pressed on her labia. And then, ashe held her pinned, his thumb pressed on her rosebud and entered her ass to the first joint as the rest of his hand gripped her haunch. As Ridge started to move, he whispered, "That's my girl. If you offer it, I'm going to take it...." Alex could barely hear his words as she moaned in unexpected delight, her blood pounding in her ears at the unexpected and desperately filthy feel of his thumb in her ass.
The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of his cock buried deep inside her pussy, the thick pressure of his thumb stretching her tight ring, the way his other hand gripped her hip like he owned her.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt in slow, deliberate thrusts. His thumb matched the rhythm, pressing deeper into her ass with each stroke, stretching her in ways that made her toes curl and her vision blur. "You're going to make me come so hard I can't fucking think."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her ear. "That's the fucking point, baby," he growled, his hips snapping forward with a brutal thrust that made her gasp. "I want you so fucking wrecked that all you can do is scream my name and take every inch of whatever I offer you."
Ridge’s thumb pressed deeper into her ass, stretching her tight ring in slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp and whimper. "Fuck, Ridge—I had no idea it would feel that good!" she gasped, her voice breaking as he hit a spot inside her that made her toes curl.
Ridge growled, his hips snapping forward with a brutal thrust that made her gasp. "That’s it, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with lust.
"Let me hear you. Let me hear how fucking good it feels."
Alex moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets as Ridge’s thumb pressed deeper into her ass, stretching her in ways she’d never imagined. The sensation was overwhelming—his thick cock buried deep inside her pussy, his thumb stretching her tight ring, the way his other hand gripped her hip. She could feel the heat of his breath against her neck, the way his body pressed against hers, his skin slick with sweat.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Break me! God damn, break me, please!" Alex's voice cracked with raw need as Ridge's thick cock pistoned into her from behind, his thumb still buried knuckle-deep in her ass. The dual penetration stretched her to obscene fullness, each thrust making her whimper and gasp.
Ridge growled against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You want me to break you, baby? You want me to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow?" His hips snapped forward with brutal force, his cock bottoming out against her cervix while his thumb pressed deeper into her tight ring, his palm now flat on her buttocks. Cock and thumb both fully inside her now, he ground his hips on hers.
Alex’s body trembled beneath him, her pussy clenching around his thick length as he stretched her open in ways that made her vision blur. "Fuck, Ridge—" she gasped, her voice breaking as he bottomed out inside her, his balls slapping against her swollen lips. Her ass milked and clenched at his thumb. "You're so fucking deep."
Ridge leaned lower and bit her shoulder, then quivered against her. With a soft roar, he came, his seed spraying deep in her pussy, splashing hotly on her cervix. Her ass tugged at his thumb as it clenched as a precursor to her own release. Her ass and pussy spasmed around his cock and thumb and her vision whited out for a moment.
When she came back to herself, Ridge was still buried deep, his cock still twitching inside her, his thumb still buried in her ass. His breath was hot on her neck, his body still pressed against hers in a way that made her feel both owned and cherished. Alex groaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, her body trembling beneath his. "That was... fuck..."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. "That was just the beginning, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with lingering desire.
His thumb was still buried in her ass, his cock still buried in her pussy, and the filthy, obscene fullness of it made her whimper. He pulled out slowly, his thick length dragging against her sensitive walls, making her gasp as he left her empty. But before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and pushing them back as he positioned himself between them. His cock was still rock hard, still glistening with her juices, and the sight of it made her mouth water.
Ridge smirked, his dark eyes burning with hunger as he gripped her thighs and spread them wider, exposing her swollen, dripping cunt to his gaze. "Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "So fucking needy. So fucking *mine*."
Alex whimpered, her hips arching up to meet him, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Ridge," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me like you own me." "Oh, I *do* own you," he murmured, his voice rough with possession. "Let me show you."
His cock began to slide lengthwise between her labia, the head poking her clit and causing her to jump with each stroke. And then, after a few minutes, he lowered his cock and began pressing its well-lubricated cock on her asshole.
Alex gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he pushed forward, his thick head stretching her tight ring in slow, deliberate circles. "Ridge—I've never done this!" she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "You're so fucking big."
Ridge growled, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as he pressed forward, his cock stretching her in ways that made her toes curl and her vision blur. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with lust. "Take every inch of me like a good girl."
Alex moaned, her hips arching up to meet him, her body trembling beneath his as he bottomed out inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming—his thick cock stretching her tight ring, the way his fingers dug into her thighs as he held her open for him, the filthy, obscene fullness of it all. Her eyes rolled up as she murmured, "Oh fuck that feels so good. Even the pain is delicious...." Alex gasped, her voice trembling as Ridge's thick cock stretched her asshole wider than she'd ever imagined possible. The burn was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more overwhelming. She could feel every ridge of his cock as it pressed deeper, her tight ring clenching around him as if trying to resist, yet also desperate to take more.
Ridge groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out inside her. "Fuck, Alex," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Your ass is so fucking tight. So fucking perfect. You were made for this."
Alex whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she adjusted to the sensation. Ridge’s cock was buried deep in her ass, stretching her in ways she’d never imagined. She could feel every ridge of his thick length as it pressed deeper, her tight ring clenching around him.
“Fuck, Ridge—” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You’re so fucking *big*. I can feel you *everywhere*.”
Ridge chuckled darkly, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as he bottomed out inside her. “,Good baby,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “I want you to feel me in every fucking inch of you. Every time you sit down tomorrow, you’ll remember who owns this ass. And you'll blush, knowing you want it again, desperately.”
Ridge’s voice was a low, filthy growl as he pulled back slowly, his thick cock dragging against her tight ring before slamming back in with a brutal thrust. Alex screamed, her nails raking down his back as the pain and pleasure twisted together in a white-hot rush. The burn was intense, but the way his cock stretched her open, filling her in ways no man ever had, made her pussy clench with desperate need.
“Oh god, yes, Ridge—” she gasped, her voice breaking as he bottomed out inside her again.
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