Chapter 8: Domesticity?
Ridge was working so hard on his paper, he didn't even notice it had gotten dark outside. He had just finished rereading the latest draft of his paper when the doorbell rang. He closed hs laptop and went down the hall to the front door. When he opened the door, he found Alex standing there in a tight tank top and clearly no bra and a pair of short denim shorts. She dropped the medium-sized duffelbag she was carrying and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and giving him a thorough kiss.
Ridge groaned and somehow kicked the door closed before actively participating in the kiss, his fingers gliding through her hair. Alex pulled back and kissed his nose. "I'm home, baby!" Alex whispered against his lips before kissing him again. Ridge groaned and walked straight to the couch, sitting down with her straddling him. "I've been thinking about you all day," he murmured, his hands sliding under her tank top to cup her bare breasts. "I couldn't concentrate on anything else."
Alex arched into his touch, her nipples hardening beneath his palms. "I could feel you all day," she admitted, her voice breathy. "Every step I took, every time I sat down... I could feel you inside me."
Ridge's fingers tightened on her hips, his cock already hardening beneath her. He whispered to her mouth, "Yeah? Did you do anything about it?" Alex pouted and shook her head. "I was saving it for you. Plus, I had a pretty busy day, I'll have you know." Alex said, her fingers tracing the line of Ridge's jaw before she leaned in to nip at his lower lip. "I got assigned a new class to design and teach next semester. And then I had a very interesting conversation with the department chair."
Ridge's hands stilled on her hips, his eyebrows lifting slightly. "Oh? What kind of conversation?"
Alex smirked, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on his skin. "The kind where she told me I was glowing," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And then she sniffed me."
Ridge pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes darkening with curiosity.
"She *sniffed* you?" he repeated, his voice low and laced with amusement. "That’s… not exactly standard department chair behavior."
Alex laughed, the sound bright and unguarded, her fingers still tracing the line of his jaw. "I know, right? It was weird. But also… kind of flattering?" She tilted her head, considering. "She said I smelled *fetching*. Like it was a compliment."
Ridge’s hands slid up her back, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles along her spine. "Well, you *do* smell incredible," he murmured, his breath warm against her lips. "Like sex and coffee and something sweet. Like you’ve been doing something naughty all day."
Alex laughed, the sound rich and warm, and leaned into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "I *have* been doing something naughty all day," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I’ve been walking around with your cum inside me, Ridge. Every time I sat down, every time I shifted in my chair, I could feel you there."
Ridge groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her against him. "Fuck, Alex, do you think that's what she smelled?" Ridge growled, his fingers massaging her hips as he pulled her closer. His cock was already hard beneath her, pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
Alex rocked her hips forward, grinding against him as she whispered, "Maybe. Or maybe she just has a good nose for trouble." Ridge groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her tighter against him. "You're trouble, Alex," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "The best kind of trouble." Alex smirked, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before she leaned in to nip at his lower lip. "I'm glad you think so," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Because I have a feeling I'm about to be even more trouble." Ridge's hands slid up her back, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles along her spine.
Alex lowered her head and began nipping and licking Ridge's neck. Ridge mmm'ed softly then murmured, "Maybe the department chair was hitting on you? I know I can barely resist you when you're smelling of arousal...".
Alex pulled back and looked at him with a smirk. "Maybe she was. But I don't think so. She's more of a flirt than anything else. She's been married for years and has a kid in high school." "That doesn't prove anything, Alex. She could have all kinds of a secret life." Alex drew back and her eyes sparkled at Ridge. "Like I do now?" she asked. "Exactly!" replied Ridge. Alex appeared to ponder Ridge's suggestion.
"You know, you might be right. I never thought of it that way." She leaned forward and kissed him again, her tongue sliding into his mouth. "But I don't want to talk about Nora right now," she whispered against his lips. "I want to talk about us."
Ridge groaned and pulled her closer, his hands sliding down to grip her ass. "It's lovely there's an us to talk about. What do you want to say?" he murmured, his voice rough with need.
Alex rocked her hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath her. "I want to talk about how much I need you," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to talk about how I spent the entire day thinking about your hands on me, your mouth on me, your cock inside me." She leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, her blue eyes dark with desire. "I want to talk about how I can't wait to feel you again."
RIdge smiled gently and drew back from her intense gaze. His finger tip traced the curve of her lips, even as she kissed its tip softly. "Please tell me you want me for more than the sex, Alex. I mean, that's a good start and all...". His voice trailed off as his fingertips traced the line of her jaw, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
Alex felt the weight of his words settle over her like a warm blanket. She had spent so much of her life guarding herself, wrapping her desires in layers of caution and restraint. But Ridge had a way of stripping all that away, leaving her raw and exposed in the best possible way. She leaned into his touch, her lips brushing against his fingertips as she whispered, "I do. I want *you*, Ridge. The way you make me laugh, the way you listen to me, the way you see me—*really* see me. That's what I want."
Ridge jerked his head towards the bag on the floor. "Does that mean you're staying for a while?" Alex pressed her lips together and nodded happily.
"Yes, Ridge. I'm staying. I brought some of my things. I want to be with you. I don't want to be away from you anymore." She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "I want to wake up with you and fall asleep with you. I want to make dinner with you and drink coffee with you in the mornings. I want to be with you."
Ridge gave her another kiss, one arm beneath her to hold her against him. With his other hand he picked up her bag, then slowly made his way to the master bedroom. When he got there, he lowered her to her feet and opened the master closet, revealing it was 2/3 empty. Ridge patted Alex's ass. "Let me know if you need more space." Then he pinched her ass lightly as she stepped into the space of the walk-in closet.
Alex laughed softly, the sound warm and intimate as she turned to face him. The closet was spacious, the air scented with cedar and the faintest hint of Ridge’s cologne. She looked around, her fingers trailing along the empty hangers, feeling the weight of the moment settle over her like a soft blanket. This wasn’t just about clothes or space; it was about a future.
Ridge leaned against the doorframe, watching her with an intensity that made her skin tingle. "Do you need help unpacking?," he asked, his voice low and rough.
Alex turned to face him, her fingers still tracing the empty hangers. The air in the closet felt charged, thick with the weight of what they were doing—what they were becoming.
She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "I think I can handle it," she said, her voice soft. "But I wouldn't mind some company."
Ridge pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the closet, his presence filling the space. He reached for the duffel bag and set it on the small bench in the center of the closet. "Then I'll keep you company," he said, his fingers brushing against hers as he unzipped the bag. "Tell me about your day.
I want to hear everything." Ridge said, his voice low and warm as he sat on the bench in the closet, watching her unpack.
Alex paused, a folded sweater in her hands. She glanced at him, her blue eyes softening. "Well, it started with you," she said, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "And it ended with me standing here, moving my things into your closet."
Ridge chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "That's 'our closet'. And I meant the in-between part. The part where you weren’t with me."
Alex set the sweater aside and turned to face him fully, leaning against the built-in shelves. "It was...*interesting*," Alex said, her fingers idly tracing the hem of the sweater she’d just pulled from her bag. She leaned against the closet’s built-in shelves, the wood warm beneath her palms, and watched Ridge as he sat on the bench, his broad shoulders relaxed but his gaze sharp with curiosity. "I spent most of the day feeling like I was walking around with a secret. Like everyone could tell just by looking at me that I’d spent the morning with your cock inside me."
Ridge’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bench, his knuckles whitening slightly. "And did they?"
Alex laughed, the sound low and knowing. "No. But I *wanted* them to. I wanted the world to see the way you’ve marked me, Ridge. The way you’ve left your claim on every inch of my skin.” She reached up and traced the faint bruises on her neck where his mouth had been too eager, too hungry. “I wanted them to know I’m yours.”
Ridge’s breath hitched. He stood from the bench in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. His hands found her waist, pulling her against him with a possessiveness that made her knees weak. “You *are* mine,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And I’m never letting you go.”
Alex tilted her head back, exposing her throat to him.
“Then prove it,” she whispered, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
Ridge didn’t hesitate. His mouth crashed into hers, hungry and demanding, his hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. He walked her backward until her shoulders hit the closet wall, the impact sending a thrill through her. His body pinned her there, his cock already hard against her stomach, his hands rough with need.
“You’re mine,” he growled between kisses, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. “Every fucking inch of you.”
Alex arched into him, her hips rolling instinctively against his. “Then take what’s yours,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.
The words hung between them, thick with meaning, as Ridge’s hands slid down her sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. With one sharp tug, he yanked them down, the fabric catching on her hips before giving way. Alex stepped out of them, kicking them aside, her breath coming faster as Ridge’s gaze raked over her.
“Fuck, Alex,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
She wasn’t wearing underwear.
His fingers traced the curve of her hip, then lower, sliding between her thighs. She was already wet, her body responding to him with a need that bordered on desperation. Ridge’s fingers found her slick folds, sliding through the heat of her with a possessiveness that made her gasp.
“You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as his fingers teased her entrance. “Walking around with my cum inside you, aching for more.”
Alex whimpered, her hips rolling against his hand. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “Every time I sat down, every time I shifted in my chair, I could feel you.
The way you stretched me open, the way you filled me up. I wanted to come so badly, but I saved it for you.”
Ridge groaned, his fingers sliding deeper inside her, curling just right to make her gasp. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. “You saved it all for me.”
Alex’s fingers dug into his shoulders as his thumb found her clit, circling slowly, deliberately. “Ridge, please,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “I need you.”
He didn’t make her wait. With one swift motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her out of the closet and toward the bed. He deposited her on the bed, then quickly got rid of his own clothes as she pulled shirt off, freeing her full breasts. Almost reverently, Ridge turned to her and kissed each nipple.
His tongue swirled around the tight buds, teasing them into even harder peaks. "Fuck, you taste so good," he muttered against her skin. His teeth grazed her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body. Alex gasped, her back arching off the bed as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Ridge, please," she begged, her voice a breathless whimper. "I need you inside me."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin. "Patience, baby," he murmured, his lips trailing down her stomach. "This time is going to be different." Ridge's voice was a low growl as he pushed her thighs apart, his fingers tracing the slick folds of her pussy.
Alex whimpered as his fingers slid inside her, curling just right to hit that perfect spot. "Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. "I want you so much."
Ridge smirked, his thumb circling her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. "I'm going to worship you like you've long deserved," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
"Every fucking inch of you."
His fingers continued their torturous exploration, sliding in and out of her wet heat, his thumb pressing and circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Alex's breath hitched as she felt the first waves of pleasure building within her, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her.
"Ridge, please," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I need you inside me now." Ridge chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her inner thigh as he lowered his head. "Not yet, baby. I want to taste you first."
His tongue replaced his thumb, swirling around her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Alex cried out, her back arching off the bed as she tangled her fingers in his hair. "Oh god, yes—" she gasped, her voice breaking as his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub.
Ridge groaned against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. His fingers never stopped moving, sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that matched the strokes of his tongue. "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his voice muffled against her pussy. "Like sin and sugar, Alex. Like you were made to be worshipped."
Alex whimpered, her hips bucking against his face as she felt the waves of her orgasm building. Ridge slipped lower and kissed the dried cum on her thighs as his fingers pressed deep in her. Slowly he kissed his way back to her clit, lashing it with his tongue.
Alex’s fingers tightened in his hair, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as his mouth worked her over. “Fuck, Ridge—oh god, *please*—” she begged, her hips rolling against his face. The wet, filthy sounds of his tongue on her pussy filled the room, the obscene noise only turning her on more.
Ridge groaned against her, the vibration making her clit pulse. “You like that, baby?” he murmured, his breath hot against her soaked flesh. “You like feeling me eat this tight little cunt?” His fingers curled inside her, rubbing that perfect spot as his tongue swirled around her clit.
Alex’s thighs trembled, her body coiled tight with need. “Yes, oh god, *yes*—” she gasped, her hips bucking against his face. The pleasure was building, a wave crashing against the shore, ready to drown her in ecstasy.
Ridge growled, the sound vibrating through her, his fingers working her faster, his tongue flicking over her clit with relentless precision. “Come for me, baby,” he rasped against her, his breath hot and filthy. “I want to taste you come all over my fucking face.”
Alex’s back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as the orgasm hit her like a storm.
“Fuck—*Ridge*—!” she screamed, her voice raw with pleasure as her pussy clenched around his fingers, her thighs trembling violently. Her hips jerked against his face, her body shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Ridge didn’t stop. His tongue kept working her clit, his fingers still buried deep inside her, curling and stroking as she rode out the climax.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled against her, his voice rough and filthy. “Come all over my fucking face. Let me taste how much you’ve been thinking about me.”
Alex whimpered, her body still twitching as the last waves of her orgasm faded.
Ridge didn’t let her recover. He kissed his way up her trembling thighs, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers slid from her soaked pussy, glistening with her arousal, and he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate groan.
“Fuck, you taste even better when you come,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. “Like honey and sin, baby.”
Alex’s breath hitched as she watched him, her chest heaving. Her body still trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but the sight of Ridge licking her arousal from his fingers sent a fresh wave of heat through her veins. She reached for him, her nails curling into his shoulders. Ridge sat up and rolled her to her stomach. Then he leaned down and began kissing and licking a slow trail down her back, his hands dragging lines of fire down her sides. Alex moaned and spread her legs as an invitation, one that he ignored as he pursued his own agenda.
His tongue traced the curve of her spine, his teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to make her gasp. "Ridge..." she whimpered, her voice thick with need as she twisted her fingers into the sheets.
Ridge chuckled darkly, his breath hot against the small of her back. "Not yet, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "We're getting there. Enjoy the ride."
He continued his slow, torturous descent, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire down her back. His hands slid beneath her hips, lifting her just enough to expose her ass to him.
His tongue dragged a slow, wet line from the base of her spine to the crease between her cheeks, making her shudder. "Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her fingers tightening in the sheets. "That feels so *good*!"
He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her. "That's the perfect ass, right there," he growled, his fingers spreading her cheeks apart. His tongue flicked over her tight little hole, teasing it open before sliding lower to lap at her dripping pussy from behind.
Alex moaned, her hips bucking back against his face.
"Oh, *fuck*—Ridge, that's—*oh god*—" Her words dissolved into a breathless whimper as his tongue swirled around her tight ring, the tip pressing just enough to make her clench. The sensation was obscene, filthy, and so fucking *good* that her toes curled into the sheets.
Ridge groaned against her, the vibration making her tremble. "You like that, baby?" he murmured, his voice rough and thick with lust. "You like feeling my tongue in your tight little asshole?" His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he licked her again, this time pressing the tip of his tongue inside her.
"Fuck, you taste so fucking good," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "Like you were made for this, Alex. Made to be worshipped."
Alex whimpered, her body trembling with need as Ridge's tongue worked her over, his fingers spreading her cheeks wide. The filthy sounds of his mouth on her asshole filled the room, the obscene slurping and wet kisses driving her wild. She could feel his stubble scraping against her sensitive skin, the rough texture sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit.
As Alex moaned and writhed, Ridge rose above her and slid his body up hers. He found her hands and interlaced his fingers with hers, then raised her arms above her head. Then he wriggled against her until the head of his cock found the entrance to her weeping pussy. He kissed the side of her neck as he slowly, achingly eased his length inside her.
Alex groaned, "Oh *fuck*" as she realized he was pinning her with his body and his cock, all while his lips moved along the side and back of her neck.
She could feel the heat of his breath as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you like this. With your arms pinned above your head. With your ass in the air. With your pussy stretched around my cock. And so slow...."
Ridge slowly slid his cock deeper inside her, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed in her tight, wet heat. Alex gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets as she felt every ridge, every vein of his thick cock stretching her open. "Fuck, Ridge..." she whimpered, her body trembling beneath him. "You feel so *good* inside me."
Ridge growled against her neck, his hips rolling slowly, grinding his cock deep inside her and then nearly entirely out before pressing slowly inward. His lips moved to the curve of her ear, and he whispered, "I adore you, Alex. This body, your mind, your heart. You deserve all the worship I can give to you." His fingers squeezed hers as he moved glacially slow inside her.
The head of his cock dragged against her inner walls, teasing her with every retreat, making her whimper and arch back against him. Alex whimpered, her hips rolling back to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts. "Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Fuck, Ridge, you feel so good. I need more."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her ear. "How more? You have the entirety of my cock in your tight cunt and you're squeezing it so *good*." Ridge groaned, his hips rolling in slow, deep circles as he ground his cock against her G-spot. "Fuck, Alex. You're *soaked* for me."
Alex whimpered, her fingers twisting in his as she arched her back, pushing her ass higher into the air. "Ridge, *please*—" she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I need you to fuck me *hard*."
Ridge groaned, his fingers tightening around her wrists as he pinned her arms above her head and nipped at her neck. "Do you really?" he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. Can't you feel me better like this than if we bounce all over the room?" Ridge whispered, his voice rough with passion. He kept his cock buried deep inside her, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against her G-spot with every motion. The friction was exquisite, a deep, aching pressure that made Alex try to spread her legs even further.
"Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her fingers twisting in his as she arched her back, pushing her ass higher into the air. "You feel so *good* inside me. So deep." His cock was stretching her open, filling her completely, and she could feel every line, every vein of him as he moved inside her. The slow, deliberate rhythm was driving her wild, the heat of his cock maddening, the pleasure building with each roll of his hips.
Alex could feel the sweat slicking between them, the way his chest pressed against her back as he held her down, his breath hot against her ear. "You feel that, baby?" he murmured, his voice rough with lust. "That’s me fucking you slow. That’s me making sure you feel every inch of me."
Alex whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tried to push back against him, to take him deeper, harder. "I need more. I need you to fuck me like you mean it."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening around her wrists. "Are you sure, lover? Isn't this exquisite? Glorious?" Ridge whispered, his voice a low growl against her ear. "You want me to fuck you like I can't get enough of you?" His free hand slid down her back, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass before spreading her cheeks wide. "You want me to ruin you?"
Alex whimpered, her body trembling beneath him. "Yes," she gasped, her voice raw with need. "Fuck, *yes*—"
Ridge sighed. "I guess, I'll have to train you up. But not now." He pulled back, his cock slipping almost entirely out of her before slamming back in with a force that made her scream.
The sound was raw, primal, and it echoed through the room as he set a brutal pace. His hips pistoned into her, each thrust driving his cock deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the air.
"Fuck, *yes*—" Alex gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless. "Just like that, Ridge. *Fuck*—"
Ridge growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into her. "You like that, baby? You like feeling my cock destroy this tight little cunt?" Ridge snarled, his voice rough with lust as he slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy with each brutal thrust.
Alex could only whimper in response, her body trembling beneath him as she took every inch of his thick cock. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with the wet, obscene noises of their bodies colliding. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, stretching her even wider as he pounded into her with a relentless rhythm.
His cock was thick and hard, stretching her open with every brutal thrust, and she could feel the heat of him burning through her. As she raised her ass, his every thrust now pressed on her cervix, echoing in her core.
She could feel his cock swelling inside her, stretching her even wider as he pounded into her with a relentless rhythm. The heat of him burned through her, his cock dragging against her inner walls, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her with every thrust. Alex tossed her head from side to side in ecstasy, unable to express the passion and satisfaction he was giving her.
Ridge caught the skin of her neck between his teeth and she howled until she gasped. Her body spasmed beneath him as she came, sun-hot spikes of passion blasting through to her core. "YES!" she screamed. "Break me, Ridge!"
Ridge tried his hardest to do just that, thrusting deep and hard through her orgasm. He wrapped his arms about her and rolled to his back. Alex lay atop him on her back, spread wide for his pounding cock. Her perfect breasts danced with each thrust as his fingers went to her clit to begin pinching and twisting there. Alex screamed again and tried to arch even more.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and aching. Ridge’s fingers twisted her clit, pinching it between his fingers, rolling it, and then slapping it with the tips of his fingers. The pain and pleasure mixed into a heady cocktail that made her body arch and her breath come in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Ridge—*fuck*—!" she cried out, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her.
Ridge growled, his hips slamming up into her with brutal force. "That’s it, baby," he snarled, his voice rough with lust. "Come all over my cock. Rip away the facade and show me your beast." Alex raised her hands to her breasts, finding and tugging her own nipples as Ridge played with her pussy.
"I'm going to come again," she gasped. "I can't stop it, Ridge. I'm going to come so *hard*."
Ridge's fingers worked faster, twisting and pinching her clit as he fucked up into her with long, hard strokes. "Do it," he growled. "I want to take you where you've never been before."
Alex's body tensed, her back arching off Ridge's chest as her orgasm crashed over her. "Oh god, baby, here it is—!" she screamed, her voice raw and desperate.
Her pussy clenched around Ridge’s cock, her walls fluttering and milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Fuck, *yes*—!" she gasped, her nails digging into her own breasts as she rode out the storm. "I'm coming so *hard*—!"
Ridge’s fingers never stopped moving, twisting and pinching her clit with relentless precision. His cock swelled inside her, stretching her even wider as he fucked up into her with brutal, punishing thrusts. "That’s it, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Milk me. Milk my cock, you filthy goddess," Ridge growled, his voice a guttural command that sent shivers down Alex's spine.
Alex gasped as Ridge's cock pulsed inside her, his thick length twitching and swelling with each brutal thrust. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, the sensation bordering on pain but sending waves of pleasure through her body. She clenched around him, her pussy walls fluttering and milking his cock with every spasm of her orgasm.
"Fuck, Ridge," she moaned, her voice breathy and desperate. "I can feel you getting bigger. Oh fuck, Ridge, your cock is going to split me open," Alex gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and exhilaration. She could feel the thick, veiny length of him pulsing inside her, stretching her to her limits, each throb sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body.
Ridge groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, his grip bruising. He bit her neck again and then groaned against her back. "So close, Alex. Get ready!" Ridge growled, his voice a guttural snarl as his cock swelled inside her, stretching her to the point of exquisite pain. "I'm going to fill you up so fucking *good*, Alex. You're going to feel me dripping out of you for *days*."
Alex whimpered, her body trembling as she felt his cock pulse inside her, the thick head pressing against her cervix with every brutal thrust. "Fuck, *yes*—fill me up, Ridge. I want it all," Alex panted, her voice a desperate, needy whimper as she felt the first hot pulse of his cock deep inside her. She could feel his thick length twitching, swelling even more, and then—
A thick, heavy spurt of cum blasted against her cervix, the heat of it searing through her like molten lava. "Oh *fuck*—!" she screamed, her back arching off his chest as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down around his cock like a vise.
The sensation was too much—too intense, too *good*—and she could feel Ridge’s cock pulsing inside her, each thick jet of cum painting her insides, filling her up until she was sure she’d never be empty again.
Ridge groaned against her neck, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he fucked up into her, his cock still twitching inside her as he emptied himself deep. "God, your body is so perfect," he growled, his voice rough and broken with pleasure. He slapped her clit one more time, then raised his hands over hers, both pairs groping and kneading her heaving breasts. Slowly he came to a halt, her weight keeping his cock pressed up inside her, his pulse making it quiver against her walls despite her grasp. His lips were on her neck as their hands worked her firm breasts. "God, I can feel your heartbeat in your tits."
Helplessly she laughed at his non sequitur. "That's okay, lover. I can feel your heartbeat in my cunt." Alex gasped, her fingers still gripping his wrists as she leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "It's like your cock is alive inside me, even when it's not moving."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his fingers barely holding her wrists as he pressed them harder against her breasts. Alex broke away from his loose grasp, then rolled over to look into his eyes. She slid lower, and as his cock left her, their combined come began to flow out of her. She raised her ass to slow the flow, then closed her lips around the head of his cock, sucking as her tongue swirled over the head, then slowly moving her mouth down its length as she cleaned him.
Ridge groaned, his fingers combing through her hair as he watched her work, his cock twitching back to life as she licked and sucked him clean. "Fuck, Alex," he murmured, his voice rough with renewed desire. "That's about the sexiest thing I have ever seen."
Alex hummed around him, the vibration making his cock jump in her mouth. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening with his cum. "I want more," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I want you to fill me up again."
Ridge’s fingers tightened in her hair, his eyes dark with hunger. His eyes were on hers as he nodded. He murmured, "You drive, then." Alex smirked and crawled up his body, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "I want you to fuck me like you're not going to see me again. Like you're going to fuck me into the mattress until I can't walk tomorrow."
Ridge growled, his hands gripping her hips as he flipped her onto her back. "You're fucking *mine*, Alex," he snarled, his voice rough with possession. "And I'm yours." He leaned down to kiss her softly, gently before Alex gasped as Ridge spread her legs wide, his fingers digging into her thighs as he positioned himself between them.
His cock, still slick with her arousal and his own cum, pressed against her entrance, the thick head already stretching her open. She could feel the heat of him, the way his cock pulsed against her, and she whimpered, her hips lifting to meet him.
Ridge growled a soft, "Fuck me" as he watched her open herself to him. "You're already addicted to this...to us, aren't you, baby?" Ridge murmured, his voice thick with lust as he watched her pussy lips part around the head of his cock. "You can't get enough this heat, this passion."
Alex whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she felt the thick head of his cock press against her entrance. "I can't get enough of you, Ridge. I need you inside me. *Now*."
Ridge didn't make her wait. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed his cock inside her, inch by agonizing inch.
Alex gasped, her back arching off the bed as she felt him stretching her open, filling her up with that thick, veiny length. "Fuck, Ridge," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. Ridge groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against her ass. "You take me so *fucking* well, Alex," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Like this tight little cunt was made for my cock."
Alex moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep circles. He leaned down to kiss her ear, then he hissed, "Clark was a fucking moron." Alex laughed, her body trembling beneath him. "He was a little slow, wasn't he?" Ridge's fingers tightened on her hips as he pulled back, then slammed into her again. "He was a fucking idiot. He had you right there, and he didn't know what to do with you." Alex moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she felt his cock swell inside her. "He never understood me at all." Ridge growled, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. "No, he didn't. But I do." He pulled back, then slammed into her again, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside her.
Alex gasped, her back arching off the bed as she felt him stretch her open, his thick length filling her completely. "Oh god, yes you do," she moaned, her voice trembling with need.
Ridge groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he set a brutal pace. His hips pistoned into her, each thrust driving his cock deeper, harder. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, the filthy sound only turning her on more. Her perfect tits bounced with each thrust, and again she wrapped her hands around them, squeezing them for Ridge to watch. Ridge growled, softly and kissed the back of one of her hands, as her body shook with the thrust of his hips.
He growled to her. "Let go, Alex. Show me the hungry animal inside you that scares and excites you." Alex heard him and arched to his touch and his thrusts. Her eyes grew dark with pleasure and she slowly licked her lips as she squeezed her breasts. "You want to see me lose control?" she whispered, her voice thick with need. "You want to see the real me?"
Ridge nodded, his cock still buried deep inside her. "I want to see you break free, Alex. I want to see you *wild*."
Alex's breath hitched as she felt his cock pulse inside her. She reached up and grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands from her hips and pushing them above his head. "Then you're going to have to let me take control," she murmured, her voice a low growl.
Ridge smirked, his eyes burning with hunger as he allowed her to roll him to his back and pin his hands above his head. "You've always been in control, Alex. Now use it." She looked down at him behind the curtain of her hair and knew he was right. She had always been in control, even when she didn't realize it. The realization made her feel powerful, and she leaned down to kiss him hard, her tongue pushing into his mouth as she ground her hips against him. The slick heat of her pussy slid along his cock, and she felt him twitch beneath her.
She sat up, her hands still pinning his wrists above his head as she began to move.
Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, her pussy sliding up and down his thick cock with a wet, obscene sound. The sensation of him stretching her open, filling her completely, sent shivers down her spine.
"Oh god, yes. That's it," she moaned, her voice trembling with need.
Ridge groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Fuck me. Take what you deserve."
Alex leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she began to ride him harder, her hips slamming down onto his cock with each thrust.
The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, the obscene noises only turning her on more. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, stretching her open with each brutal thrust, and she moaned, her head falling back as she took him deeper. Then she leaned forward again and looked down at him, licking her lips as she studied his face, then licking his. Her pebbled nipples scraped over his chest with each thrust she made.
The friction sent sharp, electric jolts straight to her clit, making her whimper as she ground down harder. "Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her voice rough with need. So *fucking* perfect."
Ridge groaned beneath her, his cock twitching as she rode him. "That’s it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take what you need." Alex didn’t need to be told twice. She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs as she began to ride him with wild abandon. Her hair cascaded down her back and her eyes were bright with pleasure.
Her hips rolled in deep, grinding circles, her pussy clenching around his thick cock with every downward thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room—skin slapping against skin, the obscene squelch of her soaked cunt stretching around him, the slick slide of his cock pistoning in and out of her.
"Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "So *deep*." Her fingers dug into his thighs, her nails leaving little crescent marks in his skin as she took him harder, faster, her hips slamming down onto his cock with a force that made the bed shake.
Ridge trailed his fingers up her body, pausing to tease her nipples before cradling her face between his hands. Eyes on hers, his thumb traced the lines of her open mouth. He murmured, "That's my girl. *Own* me." She closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked hungrily. Her eyes grew darker still.
Alex’s lips tightened around his thumb, her tongue swirling around it as she sucked hard, her hips never stopping their relentless roll. The taste of him—salt and sweat and something uniquely Ridge—filled her mouth, making her pussy clench tighter around his cock. She could feel him throbbing inside her, his thick length pulsing with every desperate thrust of her hips.
"Fuck me, Alex," Ridge groaned, his voice rough and strained as he watched her. His thumb slipped from her mouth with a wet pop, and she licked her lips, her eyes locked on his. "And now, come for me, baby. Swallow me whole."
She groaned, her hips still rolling in slow, deliberate circles.
"I'm so close, Ridge," she panted, her voice trembling with need. "I can feel it building—oh *fuck*—" Her words dissolved into a breathless whimper as she ground down harder, her clit pressing against the base of his cock with every downward thrust.
Ridge groaned beneath her, his fingers tightening around her wrists as he watched her ride him. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Take what you need. Fuck me until you come all over my cock. Carry us far from here together."
Alex’s breath hitched as she felt the first waves of her orgasm building.
The friction of Ridge’s cock against her clit, the way he filled her so completely—it was too much, too *good*, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hips rolled faster, her pussy clenching around him as she chased her release.
“Fuck, Ridge—I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I’m gonna come all over your cock.”
Ridge groaned, his fingers slipping down to cup and knead her ass as he watched her ride him. “Do it, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with hunger. At his words, her body bowed, her forehead against his, and spasmed hard, her body jerking as the release rolled back and forth through her body. Her cunt squeezed instinctively, and Ridge's fingers squeezed in sympathy. Then he gasped and arched beneath her too, jetting hot spurts of his cum against her cervix. Alex growled at the intense pleasure he was giving her and her teeth closed on his lower lip as she watched the expressions on his face change because of what she was doing to him.
His cock pulsed inside her, hot spurts of cum filling her up, and she could feel the heat of it, the way it painted her insides, marking her as his. She moaned against his mouth, her tongue pushing into his as she rode him through her orgasm, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her pussy clenching around his cock with every downward thrust.
Ridge groaned beneath her, his fingers digging into her hips as he watched her ride him. "Fuck, Alex," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "You feel so *fucking* good. So tight. So *fucking* perfect.*
Alex’s pussy clenched around Ridge’s cock like a vice, milking him for every last drop of cum as his hips jerked beneath her. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, his nails leaving half-moon marks as he held her down, forcing her to take every brutal inch of him. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each punishing thrust.
"Fuck, Ridge—*yes*—!" Alex screamed, her voice raw and desperate as another orgasm tore through her. Her back arched, her tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts, her nipples hard and aching. And then she collapsed bonelessly atop him, fingers finding his and squeezing them, lips and teeth at his neck.
Her heart raced against his chest, and she could feel his pulse as his cock throbbed inside her. His lips grazed her forehead and he whispered filthy, loving words to her, telling her how sexy and brilliant she is and how proud he was of her. She heard and took those words in, and settled even more, finally knowing that she had found her home.
She was still breathing hard, but her body had relaxed into his, her skin slick with sweat against his. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat syncing with hers. His hands, still tangled in hers, squeezed gently, as if to reassure her that he was there, that this was real.
The room around them was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, the sheets tangled and damp with their exertions, the scent of sex thick in the air. Alex smiled against his skin, her lips brushing against the pulse point in his neck.
"I knew it. I told you that you were going to ruin me," she murmured, her voice still thick with pleasure.
Ridge chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. "Yes, but are you happy?" Ridge whispered against her hair, his breath warm and steady.
Alex exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest. She could feel the faint scars beneath her fingertips—old wounds that told stories she didn’t yet know. The room was quiet now, the only sound the distant hum of the apartment's heating system and the occasional creak of the bed as they shifted. Outside, a late summer breeze rattled the windows, but in here, it was just them.
"I don’t know if happy is the right word," she admitted, her voice soft. "But I feel… alive. Like I’ve been asleep for years and you just woke me up," Alex murmured, her fingers tracing the faint scars on Ridge’s chest. Ridge exhaled sharply, his chest rising beneath her. "That's kinda disappointing," he said, his voice rough but gentle. "I want to make you happy." But his kiss was also a smile and his fingers squeezed hers.
Alex laughed, the sound rich and warm against his skin. "You're doing just fine." She pressed her lips to his collarbone, then sat up just enough to look down at him. His dark eyes were still burning with something—lust, maybe, or something deeper. Something she wasn't ready to name yet.
Ridge kissed her softly and wrapped her in his arms before rolling to the side so that she lay beside him. His cock was wilting inside her, but she was close and her scent was heaven to him. "We kinda fell into bed again, baby. I know it's close to midnight, but do you want food?" Alex asked, her fingers still tangled in the sheets as she propped herself up on one elbow. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the disarray of their clothes scattered across the floor like forgotten relics of a wild storm.
Ridge, still sprawled beside her, turned his head to look at her with a lazy, satisfied grin. His dark hair was tousled, his lips still swollen from their kisses. "You’re the one who’s been working all day," he said, his voice rough from exertion. "If anyone deserves a break, it’s you."
Alex smirked, running a hand through her own tangled blonde hair.
"I think we both know I’m not the one who needs a break," she said, her voice teasing but warm. She slid out from under the sheets, the cool air of the room brushing against her bare skin. "But I’m starving. And I have a feeling you are too."
Ridge watched her with a half-lidded gaze, his fingers flexing against the mattress as if resisting the urge to pull her back into bed. "You’re not wrong," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But I don’t want to move."
Alex laughed, bending to retrieve her discarded blouse from the floor. The fabric was wrinkled, but she didn’t care. He caught her hand before she could put it on. "This is your home. You don't need to wear clothes if you don't want to. Or grab a t-shirt or hoodie from the dresser." Alex blinked at him and let the blouse fall to the floor. She stood and stretched, making sure Ridge could see her full breasts and tight ass. "Better, you horrible man?" Alex teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she turned to face him. She stood there, completely naked, her body still flushed from their lovemaking, her skin glowing under the soft light of the lamp. Ridge's gaze followed the curves of her body, from the swell of her breasts to the gentle dip of her waist, to the way her hips flared out, inviting his touch.
Ridge groaned, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Much better," he admitted, his voice thick with appreciation. "But if you keep standing there like that, we might not make it to the kitchen."
Alex smirked, sauntering over to the dresser.
She pulled out one of Ridge’s old band t-shirts—black with faded white lettering—and slipped it over her head. The fabric smelled like him, like leather and smoke and something darkly masculine. She turned to face him, arching an eyebrow. "Better?"
Ridge’s gaze darkened, his fingers tightening around the edge of the mattress. "No," he growled. "But I’ll take it."
She laughed, the sound rich and warm, and padded barefoot toward the door. "Come on, you big baby. I’ll make you something." He groaned but followed, his bare feet silent against the hardwood floor.
The condo was a modern masterwork of design, with picture windows looking out over the city in every direction. Going down the stairs and into the huge kitchen, Alex marveled at what Ridge had practically given her. And despite the clean lines, it did not feel austere or unlived in. Between the art and the books, it felt very Ridge. Just as she thought this, she felt his hand on her waist as she pondered what she would make.
Ridge teased the curve of her buttocks beneath the t-shirt hem before leaning into her and kissing her neck. He murmured, "Not that I want to put any pressure on you, but remember that this will be the first food you prepare for me. Not like anything is riding on it." Alex laughed, turning in his arms to face him. The kitchen was bathed in the warm glow of under-cabinet lighting, the sleek countertops reflecting the soft illumination. The open floor plan made the space feel expansive, yet cozy, with Ridge’s presence filling it completely.
She reached up to brush a strand of dark hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering against his skin. "You’re ridiculous," she said, but there was no real heat in her words. "I’m making scrambled eggs. That’s about the extent of my culinary skills at midnight."
Ridge leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "That's a sound plan. Do you want any help?" The muscles of his arms flexed as he watched her, his gaze following her every movement.
Alex turned to him with a raised eyebrow, her fingers pausing over the handle of the refrigerator door. "What? Don't you think I can handle it?" she asked, her voice teasing but laced with curiosity. Ridge grinned. "I'm sure you can. I was trying to be polite."
Ridge leaned forward and kissed her cheek, his lips warm against her skin. "But I *do* know how to cook. You haven't complained about any meals I've made for you."
Alex laughed, the refrigerator door swinging open with a soft hiss. "Hmm, let's see," she said, pulling out a carton of eggs and a block of cheddar. "You should sit your sexy ass down and let me handle this."
Ridge chuckled, moving to the other side of the kitchen island. He leaned against the counter, watching her with a smirk. "You're bossy when you're hungry," he observed, his voice low and amused. "I like it," Ridge said, his voice rough with amusement as he watched her move around the kitchen. His eyes followed the sway of her hips beneath the oversized band t-shirt, the way the fabric clung to her curves in all the right places. The sight of her bare legs, the delicate curve of her calves, made his fingers twitch with the urge to touch her again.
Alex rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. She cracked eggs into a bowl with practiced ease, the sound of shells tapping against porcelain filling the quiet kitchen. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood," she said, her voice light but carrying an edge of teasing challenge. She reached for a whisk, the stainless steel catching the light as she tapped it against the edge of the bowl. "Otherwise, I might make you watch me eat alone."
Ridge chuckled, the sound low and rich, like dark chocolate melting. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said, pushing off the counter to move closer. He reached past her to grab a pan from the hanging rack, his arm brushing against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. He set the pan on the stove top and moved closer to Alex, almost spooning her now.
"Here's the thing, baby. Cooking omelets, once they get going, is non-stop. There really isn't time to do anything but make sure all is going well." Ridge leaned down to slowly kiss her neck beneath her ear. "While I, on the other hand, have no such constraints." He kissed again, breathing in her scent.