Numbness fills me. My gaze clings to his, and so does my heart. My poor heart wants to believe him so bad it hurts.
Just for a few seconds I allow myself to believe, and his words fill me with that thrill I get when I’m with him.
He lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine, and fire fills my soul. It’s a tease, a taste of desire and passion. A taste of something I crave. A taste of him.
Heat sweeps over my body. The crackle of sexual energy that passes over us is so intense it steals my thoughts away, taking away all the reasons why I shouldn’t be with him.
My lips part for him as he closes the space between us and runs his tongue over my bottom lip, tasting me. I taste him too as he nips at the corner of my mouth and tugs on my lip. I feel it right down deep in my groin and wetness pools between my thighs.
He smiles with satisfaction and I moan into his mouth as he captures my lips for the hot, wild kisses we’re known for. Hunger fills me at the same time he fills his palms with my breasts and starts kneading.
When he pulls at my shirt, and it rips I know there’s no going back. I curse myself for hardly putting up a fight. I didn’t even really try.
My hands take over, fueled with the control of desire and I grasp on to the hem of his shirt too, tugging for him to take it off. We pause for a few seconds for him to whip the shirt off and push mine down my shoulders. He cups my face and presses his lips to mine, holding my face and running his thumb over my cheek.
“Slow. This round is slow. I want to enjoy you first. Taste you and savor you. I want the taste of you on my lips and in my soul,” he breathes, and my chest tightens in response.
I want him, that’s the truth. A truth I’m trying so hard to deny. Being without him for the last few years was hard.
I tried to forget. I thought I did. I thought I could. Seeing him again has awakened everything I felt for him. All that I feel for him.
It doesn’t matter what I tell myself. What I truly want is him and I want him to do whatever he wants to me. The thought weakens me and I don’t want to say no anymore. I don’t want to resist him.
“Slow…” I agree, and a soft smile dances across his lips.
He releases me and settles me back against the wall. With one quick snap, he undoes the little butterfly clasp holding my bra together, and my breasts fall out, bobbing towards him with the invite to touch and taste.
My tight puckered nipples speak of my arousal for him, and he indulges by lowering his mouth to taste me just as he promised.
When his mouth closes over my left nipple, pleasure courses through me and my mind goes blank, wiped clean of everything that’s not him. When he starts sucking and swirling his tongue around the flesh, taking me deeper into his hot, wet mouth, insanity comes for me and mindless moans of raw ecstasy fall from my lips.
Holy fuck… how could this feel better than last night?
Last night was unreal. This mere moment with us just getting started is like liquid fire running through my soul. The feeling gets even better when he starts alternating his suckle from one breast to the other. I run my fingers through the spiky strands of his hair and hold him to me. The more I moan, the harder he sucks, until my breasts feel raw from the wildness of his mouth and the graze of his teeth.
“You feel good, Goddess?” he taunts, knowing full well that I do and I’m coming undone in his arms.
Like an obedient servant, I nod, and his smile inches up a notch to the smile of a man who knows he’s pleasing his woman.
That fire comes back to burn me when he shoves my pants down my legs and loops his finger around the lacey edge of my panties.
“Black lace, very good. You knew what to wear tonight.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I like black lace. I wore them for me,” I counter and he catches my face again. I gasp but it sounds more like a moan.
His lips arch. “Like fuck you did,” he sneers and shocks me when he crouches down and tears my panties off with his teeth. He rips them off and tosses them to the side of the room with that arrogant expression on his face.
“There… nothing rivals your nakedness. This is mine,” he declares, running his fingers over the smooth skin of my mound. “Your pussy belongs to me. That’s truth too, whether you want to believe it or not.”
I stand there numb from his words, my skin on fire and bolts of ecstasy lancing through me. I allow him to finish taking off my pants and my shoes. Seconds later, I’m completely naked before him and because we’re going slow, I know exactly what he’s going to do next.
He gets to his knees, lifts my leg, and hooks it over his shoulder, then nuzzles his face between my thighs so he can push his tongue straight up into my pussy.
I’m supposed to be used to him, but nothing prepares me for the wave of pleasure that ripples violently through my body when he starts licking over the hard, sensitive nub of my clit.
“Alex…” I moan. I reach for his shoulders and hold on tight, pushing against the wall while he continues his wild suckle.
His tongue thrashes, teases, tastes, and assaults my core, sweeping against the walls of my passage, swirling around my clit to give me ultimate pleasure.
I feel like that girl I was many years ago. The computer geek with purple hair who thought she would die when he spoke to her. I still think he’s the sexiest man alive. I was a virgin, and I gave myself to him, the same way I am now. The next time I saw him was months later when he surprised me by coming to MIT to look for me. That summer, we ran off to Tijuana, abandoning everything. That was how we began.
Now look at us.
I come hard. Harder than I ever have in my life and everything strips away, leaving me naked inside and out. He drinks me as my juices flow into his mouth, and to enhance the pleasure, he reaches up to my breasts and starts stroking my nipples.
My head is spinning with the luxuriating sensation of pleasure, my skin ablaze with it sizzling the ends of my nerves. My soul set aflame from his touch and his mouth still licking over my clit.
He lifts his head, and my leg slips off his shoulder when he stands up. My gaze flicks down to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants, waiting to be freed.
Quickly, he steps out of his shoes and sheds the rest of his clothes, tossing them to the corner. In the bright light, I get to enjoy the sight of his naked body far better than last night when we devoured each other in the shadows of my apartment.
I love that he’s covered in artfully designed tattoos. I notice a lot more than what I saw last night. I notice more muscle too, and my damn mouth waters at the sight.
Alex reaches for me and turns me to face the wall.
I press my hands against the smooth surface and savor the way he grips my hips.
I glance over my shoulder to watch him as he lines the fat head of his cock up with my entrance. But my gaze snaps back around to face the wall when he slams into me hard, plunging deep inside my pussy.
I’m ready for him, but his length and thickness are always what get me good. He fills me up perfectly and completely, and when he starts to move inside me, all I can do is gasp, sucking in a sharp breath to stop the lightheaded sensation from making me faint.
He starts to fuck me hard and sure, and I take his relentless pounds, my body absorbing the electricity that sparks over the surface of my skin.
I come again, unsurprisingly, and my hair falls forward, covering my face when he starts pounding faster and harder inside me.
“Alex!” I cry as he starts rutting into me.
He feels so damn good I don’t want him to stop, ever.
When he does, my knees cave, but he catches me and turns me back to face him.
“I want to see your face while I fuck you, baby,” he growls, picking me up and settling me back down on his cock when I wrap my legs around his waist.
I want to see his face too. He’s driving into me, rocking my body, severing me from reality. He’s taking me again with possession, making sure I know he’s o
wning me.
It’s fierce and raw, passionate and demanding but at the same time filled with a sensual flame because I can see his face. His eyes. It’s all there. I see his struggles that mirror my own.
Not the struggle of what or who we are. It’s how we feel.
I remember when I thought he’d never be serious about me. I was wrong. He’s giving me the same look now. He sees straight through me, and I can do the same to him.
As I look at him, the realization dawns on me that the wall around my heart is fear.
I can’t hold back the feelings I have for him, and I never thought I’d live to see the day when I could look at a man and see all that he feels for me the way I can with him.
As we come it’s together, sharing the release that burns me up from the inside out as his hot cum floods my walls and spears my soul.
His lips find mine again for a savage kiss, and I kiss him back with the same need as he carries me away for another night of wild passion.
Chapter Five
Alex
She’s a pretty sight wearing nothing but my shirt.
She looks at me with her hair wild and her lips in that perfect pout. I’m trying my damn best not to want her too much.
This… what we’re doing isn’t real. It’s a fantasy I have that will end by morning.
In this fantasy I’m acting like the boyfriend who’s making his girl pancakes because she said she felt like some.
She’s acting like my doll. The goddess sitting at the breakfast table with those long golden legs on show, and her tits pressing against the shirt giving away her arousal again, for me.
“Alex, it’s going to burn,” she says with a little smile.
I glance down at the pan and see she’s right, so I flip the pancake over just in time. She laughs, and it’s the best sound.
I got used to the quiet in the house. Sometimes the guys come over and stay when we’re talking motorcycles and plans for the arena. That’s it though. There is just me.
I’m the only one without a family. Dante and Gio both have two kids. Claudius has one and another one on the way. Luc, his brother, is busy with his three. So that just leaves Donny and the other guys, who are more like acquaintances even though we’ve known each other for a long time.
“It smells amazing,” Cora notes.
“Cinnamon. If you add a dash to the mixture, it gives it a kick. My brother taught me how to do it.” At the mention of my brother, her smile recedes, and I know she wants to ask me which one, but she won’t because both stories about my brothers are bad. “Phillipe. That brother,” I say, and she nods.
“I can tell he was a good cook.” She smiles.
“The best,” I reply, and I do the thing I rarely do when there’s any talk of Phillipe. I remember him.
I remember the good parts. He was older than me by twelve years. Jude and I were only two years apart. Phillipe rescued us from our deadbeat mother, who would have left us for dead in that piece-of-shit apartment she raised us in. She lost her mind after my father died in a car accident, and she never found herself again. She drank herself into an early grave.
Phillipe took care of us like we were his. I remember how he loved me and Jude, but mostly I see him crossing the street where we lived, in New York, with a bag of groceries, the bullets hitting him as a gang started shooting at a rival member. He got caught in it, and Jude pulled me away, getting me out of danger.
That’s the scene I remember. It felt like the day I lost everything.
Cora stands up and comes over to me. She reaches up and touches my jaw. “You have that look,” she notes.
I know the look she means I’ve been sporting it all week. It’s the look of loss. Grief… guilt. For Jude.
She’s distracted the hell out of me. Prior to her arrival I was thinking about him so much the nightmares started coming back. Nearly every night I’d see him. His ghost. Asleep and awake.
“What look doll?” I ask.
“For him. Jude…” she answers tentatively.
“Yeah. I get like this every year at this time. Hard not to.”
The same time I lost him, I got closer to her. It was then I knew she would always be important to me.
I was a real mess after I killed Jude and it was her who brought me back. It’s some twist of shit that we aren’t really together outside this fantasy.
“Are you okay?” she asks and I touch my forehead to hers.
“Don’t worry about me doll,” I answer.
I take out the pancake and place it on the plate with the rest then switch off the stove. I then pick her up and set her on the breakfast table.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
I make my way back to get the pancakes and cover it with all the stuff she likes. Cream, chocolate syrup, and fruit. There are three pancakes on the plate, and they’re all for her. She starts laughing when I cut a piece off and hold it out to her on the fork to eat.
“You’re going to feed me?” she asks.
“I am… this is the five-star serve, Mrs. Alex.”
Mrs. Alex…I’ve called her that a few times tonight, and she hasn’t stopped me yet. The name makes her blush the same way it did eight years ago when I took her virginity.
“I have to admit that being fed pancakes at two in the morning does sound real five star.”
“Good.”
I push the food closer to her, and she takes it, opening her mouth like a little bird. Those full lips could get a man in trouble. As she takes the food and swallows, I imagine that mouth on my cock.
“My turn,” she says, taking the fork from me.
She cuts off a piece of the pancake and holds it out for me to take. I point at my abs and shake my head. I’m shirtless, and I’m the kind of guy who takes pride in his looks.
“Does this body look like it takes sugar?”
“It does now.” She pouts. “Open your mouth.”
I do as she says and eat, then I take back the fork. “This is about me treating you.”
“Why can’t I treat you too?”
Because she’ll be gone by morning. That’s why. I won’t say it though. This is some kind of joke. I’m a raw-assed gangster, making this woman pancakes at two in the morning because I want the chance to do this for her.
I know that when I close my eyes and wake up, she’ll be gone, and then I don’t know what will happen next.
She’ll go back to being the agent… And I will be worried like hell about her.
“Because I want to treat you,” I decide to say. “Been awhile since I got to make you anything.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I have an ulterior motive,” I confess, taking the mood back to sexy.
“What? You want me to sleep with you, again?” she coos.
“Yes, but I’m seducing you. This is part of the seduction. Remember Tijuana, Goddess?”
A flush of color runs down her neck, and her cheeks color fiercely. It’s the reaction I absolutely expect her to have. That was the second time I had her.
That first time, we met here in Chicago, and while everyone was busy with the latest shit to hit the fan, I was busy with her. But I hadn’t started to get nasty with her until I stole her away from MIT and took her to Tijuana, where I well and truly dirtied her up.
“Yes,” she says and swallows hard.
“Remember how we started that vacation, doll?” I grin and hold her in place with a stare.
“I do…” The carnal flame in her eyes hardens my cock. That and the distinct points her nipples make against the fabric of my shirt.
I set the fork down. Looks like I might not get to finish feeding her, but I have a different idea of tasting in mind.
When in Rome, you do as the Romans do. We’re in the fantasy, so I’m going to do all that comes to mind, and definitely when she reaches out and runs her finger over the line of my abs.
“I think we should have a refresher of Tijuan
a. Although I can’t quite decide which was better, Tijuana or the Bahamas.”
“Both… I think both were good,” she says.
“Yeah, I like that. So you want the refresher of both?”
The temptress nods her head slowly and licks her lips.
“Then take your clothes off for me,” I tell her.
She doesn’t have much to take off. It’s just my shirt, but I like to watch. I like watching her follow my command, especially when she’s in this state where she’s giving herself to me willingly. No resistance at all, she’s just yielding to the pleasure I want to give her.
She unbuttons the shirt, and my mouth waters when she unveils her massive globes.
One of the best things I’ve loved about this woman is watching her come into her curves and her breasts get bigger. At twenty, she had a similar appearance, but then she transformed into this goddess before me that could have a man on his knees eating out of the palms of her hands.
She’s sitting on the table naked and perfect, ready for me to take. That’s exactly what I plan to do. Take her.
I’m going to start with the first thing I did to her when we went to Tijuana. She’s already on the table, so that’s perfect.
I grab her hips and push her back a little so she can lie on the table properly and spread her legs for me.
I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her. She still has that innocence that makes me crave her. She’s the girl who doesn’t know how truly beautiful she is. She has no idea what effect she has with that luscious brown hair, smooth like velvet, running down her left shoulder down to the deep valley between her breasts. Everything about her is enticement and temptation rolled into one. But what I love even more is the taste of her.
Like this, laid out on the table, she’s my naked goddess giving herself to me.
I spread her thighs wide and lower my head to taste her pretty pussy. I can never get enough of her. Never have enough of the delicious taste of her sweet nectar on my tongue.
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