"Damnit!" he growled in frustration at the mirror. I walked up to
him, and slid my arms around his naked form.
"What is it?"
He turned his head slightly, meeting my forehead with his lips.
I turned in to nuzzle his neck a little.
"I cannot do this."
"I know what you can do," I told him, my words somewhat
muffled in his neck, which tasted... nice. Alex-ish.
He grinned at me, and I looked up to see our reflection in the mirror
over the sink. I looked somewhat like a vampire, teeth sunk into my
Alex's neck.
"You shouldn't be in here naked," he said, moving his ass away
slightly. I knew he was just trying to tease me.
"Neither should you," I replied, straightening up and moving my
hands deftly up his chest to play with his nipples, pinching and
teasing.
"Fox, it's not like I don't enjoy you every five minutes, but I have
to get my eyelashes on."
I had to chuckle a little at that one. "You could just go au naturel,
Alexei."
"Just help me, smartass. I don't ask for help too often."
Couldn't argue with that. Smiling, I reached around him, moving into
him, and I felt my own cock twitch with the sudden contact.
I delicately picked up one of the fake lashes, and spread the thin
glue—or whatever the hell it was—on the end.
Smiling at Alex in the mirror, I brought my surprisingly steady hand
up to his left eye. Just as I was about to secure the lash onto his
eyelid, he blinked, causing me to slip and attach the lash
crookedly.
"Damn," I hissed, then looked up at the reflection. I had to laugh at
how incredibly stupid Alex looked.
"You laughing at me, Foxlet?"
He punctuated that by fluttering his eyelashes at me, and such a
motion didn't help my apparent laughing fit.
"You're going to be punished for that, you know."
I tried to compose my face enough to nod, but failed miserably.
Alex spun around, an evil grin on his face, and shoved me so I
ended up against the towel rack, still desperately trying to stop
laughing.
I love it when he's violent.
A moan was involuntarily extracted from me as I felt two lubricated
fingers enter me, quickly, and just as quickly come out.
I had to bite the towel rack to stop from laughing or moaning,
whichever came out first.
I felt him separate my ass cheeks, and then slowly enter me.
I turned my face a little so I could almost totally see him, and he
leaned forward to kiss me roughly.
"You have definitely crooked lashes, babe," I told him, grinning.
Smiling a little back, he started to get a rhythm going, and I felt
his cock inside me, as he almost drew out, then thrust forward into
me fully again.
"You're good at driving," I commented, gripping the towel rack.
"Fox, I'm a regular Dale Earnhardt."
"More like Jeff Gordon," I replied, then moaned as he thrust in
again.
I was going to come—soon. Releasing his one-handed hold on my
shoulder, he reached over and worked my cock, stroking and
rubbing.
We came at the same time—him inside me, me in his hand. I
wriggled around, trying to give him the hint to go back to thrusting,
but instead he withdrew, and stood up, ruffling my hair as I twisted
around, winding up with my back to the wall.
"Now what was that about my lashes?"
"Alex, that's the... fifth time in an hour?"
He grinned, going back to his lash applying. "Sixth, actually."
I groaned, and slid down the wall, still watching him.
"So, smartass, you gonna help me?"
The End
Towel Rack
by Fleur
I paused at the doorway, smiling slightly as Alex's back tensed.
