Claiming Alexis (Ace Security Book 2)

by Susan Stoker

  She licked her lips, and Blake felt her shift her hips under him, as if merely thinking about what was coming was turning her on.

  “It makes me a douche, I know it,” Blake murmured, playing with her hair as he spoke, “but I can’t help but be pleased as fuck that I’ll be your first, Lex. I’ll be the first to watch you come apart and the first to suck on your delicious tits and pussy. The first to touch your clit and then the first to stick my fingers inside you and feel how hot and wet you are as you come around them.” His voice dipped, and he leaned down farther into her, letting his chest rub against her nipples, which were hard as rocks. “The first to be inside you. You have no idea what a gift this is. I swear you won’t regret it.”

  “It doesn’t make you a douche,” Alexis told him, softly squeezing his arms with her hands, trying to reassure him. “A caveman maybe, but I think I can handle that. Now . . . think you can stop talking about doing all those things to me and get on with it?”

  Blake chuckled and smiled. Leave it to Lex to make lovemaking fun as well as hot. “Yeah, sweetheart, I can stop talking. But you should know . . . this is a give-and-take thing. Don’t be afraid to touch me however you want. I’m happy to let you explore too.”

  Her eyes lit up with interest. “Really?”

  “Really. I want to find all the places to touch that turn you on, and I expect you want to do the same. I’m happy to be your guinea pig. We’ll start here,” he said, moving so his thumbs brushed over her nipples. “Nipples can be either extremely sensitive or not. It depends on the person. Now, I think yours are more on the sensitive side. Whether or not you can come just from me sucking on and playing with them has yet to be determined.”

  Blake ran his fingernails over her small nipples and smiled as she arched up into his hands and her fingernails dug even harder into his biceps. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were a nice size for his large hands. He took them and squeezed, careful not to apply too much pressure. He plumped them up, running the pads of his thumbs over them at the same time.

  Alexis whimpered under him.

  “Feel good?”

  “Oh God, yes. How come it doesn’t feel like that when I squeeze them?” she asked.

  Blake felt his cock twitch. “You’ve done this to yourself?”

  “Yeah, a couple of times,” she breathed. “Sometimes right before I come, if I pinch one of my nipples, it makes my orgasm get there faster.”

  “Fuck me,” Blake breathed. “That is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to watch you touch yourself.”

  Alexis’s eyes opened wide as she looked up at him. “You’d like that?”

  “Oh yeah, I would. Men are visual creatures. The thought of you getting yourself off while I lay here next to you is definitely one of my fantasies.”

  She didn’t respond but stared at him as she panted, a small smile on her face.

  “Let’s see what you think of having them sucked on.” Blake shifted down her body, pressing his erection into the mattress between her legs, hoping like hell he could continue to go slow, to teach her all about the pleasure her body was capable of without losing self-control. It was both a blessing and a curse that women could come more than once in a short period of time. A blessing because it meant he could see her lose it over and over, and a curse because he instinctively knew seeing her come would put him close to the edge.

  Her hands fluttered at his sides as if she wasn’t sure where to put them. “Reach up and grab hold of the headboard,” Blake suggested. “It might be easier than trying to hold on to the sheet.”

  The burst of pleasure he felt as she immediately obeyed him made Blake inhale sharply. He’d never been into ordering women around, especially not in bed, but there was something extremely hot about seeing Alexis, a woman who never took shit from anyone, do what he asked as soon as he asked it.

  He immediately bent to take one of her pink nipples into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, loving the noises that were escaping her mouth. She arched her back and pushed herself into him as she begged without words for his continued touch.

  As his lips and tongue were busy with one nipple, he lightly pinched the other one with his thumb and index finger. He rolled it as he bit down on the other one, being sure not to bite down too hard.

  Lex’s hips surged upward, and she did her best to rub her clit against him. “You need something, Lex?” Blake teased, his free hand taking up where his mouth left off on her nipple. He continued to torment both nipples at the same time as he licked his lips. She was absolutely magnificent.

  “Please, Blake,” she begged.

  “Please what, sweetheart?” he asked.

  “That feels so good,” Alexis moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as his fingers continued their torment.

  “You want to see if you can come with just my lips and hands on your tits, Lex?” Blake asked, using the coarse word to test if she liked things a bit dirty.

  Her eyes opened, and she brought her hands down from over her head and used them to push her breasts up toward him from the sides of her body. She met his eyes with hers and stated, “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Blake. Please, put your mouth back on me. Your teeth felt so good. Don’t be afraid to be a bit rough. I think I like it.”

  “Goddamn, Lex,” Blake swore. He licked his lips and told her in a stern voice, “If I do something you don’t like, which doesn’t feel good, don’t be afraid to tell me. I’d hate myself if I did something to you that really hurt.”

  “I will,” Alexis whispered. “Please . . . make me come. I need it so bad.”

  Without another word, and without breaking eye contact with her, Blake leaned back down to her breasts. He put his hands over hers, pushing the mounds up even more than she’d been doing, then put his entire mouth over her areola and nipple and sucked . . . hard.

  She closed her eyes and let out a high-pitched moan, arching up into him even harder. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but Blake moved his hips between her thighs, forcing her to keep her legs open . . . and increasing her arousal.

  He sucked on her, using her fingers, and his, to squeeze the fleshy globe. He moved his other hand to her other nipple and began to tug upward, pulling it until it was stretched out. She again writhed under him, moaning his name.

  Then he switched sides, using his mouth on the nipple he’d been tweaking with his fingers, and pulling, tugging, and squeezing the other one this time. Blake went back and forth, never spending the same amount of time and changing up how he treated each nipple.

  Finally, he let go of the tight bud he’d had in his mouth and used just his fingers on both nipples at the same time.

  “You’re sexy as fuck, Lex. Look at you, you’re dripping. I’ve never seen so much cream before. My sheets are soaked, and you smell so fucking good, a mixture of soap and sex. I can’t wait to bury my tongue inside you and lick up all that sweet honey. Your body wants me; it’s crying for me to stick my cock inside. And your tits—Jesus, sweetheart. I can’t believe how sensitive you are. It’s amazing. Your nipples are so hard they could cut glass. Does it feel good when I do this?” Blake pulled both nipples as far up as he dared and watched her head tilt backward and her fingers go white with the pressure they were exerting to push her breasts up toward him.

  He added a pinch to each tight bud and continued to tug upward on them. First both together, then one at a time, changing up the pattern he used, but never letting go. He looked down and saw her belly clenching and her legs shaking. “You gonna come, Lex? You gonna show me how much you like this? You like when I torture these pretty tits, don’t you? I think we’re going to have to try a pair of clamps. I’d love to take you out to eat while you’re lightly clamped . . . with every move it’ll feel like me pulling on your nipples . . .” He demonstrated with several short tugs and pinches on her now-super-sensitive peaks. “And I bet I could put my hand under your skirt right there at the table and make you come with only one brush over your clit.”

 
“Blake, please . . . oh God . . . I’m so close.”

  He wanted to slam himself inside her tight sheath, which was tilting upward toward him rhythmically. But he wanted her to get there without a single physical touch of her clit or her pussy. And he knew just how to do it.

  “Look down, Lex. Look at my forearms as I play with your tits. Watch me.”

  Her eyes popped open, and she immediately tilted her chin down, her eyes going to his right arm. Blake made sure to flex his muscles in that arm as he tugged and tweaked her nipple. Her eyes dilated and her breathing quickened.

  He continued to not only pinch and torment her nipple but to flex as he did it. “That’s it, Lex. Just wait until you see what happens when I’m fingering you. You can watch as I make you come, and you’ll never be able to see my arm again without remembering how it looked with my fingers deep inside your pussy.”

  That did it. Blake could almost feel the orgasm move from her breasts, down her stomach, and through the tight bundle of nerves between her legs. Every muscle in her body clenched, her hips frantically thrust upward, and he saw her butt cheeks tighten as she threw her head back and wailed as she came apart. Her hips jerked with her orgasm, and she moved her hands from her own breasts to his arms.

  Blake reveled in the slight sting from her fingernails as they bit into him. Not hard enough to break the skin, but he knew he’d have the half-moon marks from her fingernails for quite a while.

  She didn’t make a sound, but her mouth opened in an O as she shook under him, lost in the euphoria of her orgasm. Blake kept his hold tight on her nipples for a beat, then gently eased his touch until he was gently caressing her entire chest. He ran his hands from her collarbone, down and over her tightly beaded nipples, and over her slightly rounded stomach, then back up. Up and down he went, caressing her as she came down from her orgasm.

  By the time her butt relaxed on the mattress under her, she was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she panted in the aftermath.

  Feeling extremely proud of himself and proud of her, Blake scooted up her body until his hard cock rested on her soaking wet folds and asked softly, “What’d you think of your first orgasm given to you by a man, sweetheart?”

  Alexis opened her eyes into slits, and she moved her hands up his arms and into his hair, gripping him tightly. She let out a shaky breath and asked, “You want me to think right now?”

  Blake beamed down at her. “You’re amazing, Lex. Just thought you should know.”

  “I think that’s my line,” she quipped with a loving smile.

  “You want more, or are you good?” It might kill him, but he’d stop and let her bask in the glow of her orgasm if that’s what she wanted. For the first time, he realized that she might think he was in charge here, but just the opposite was true. She had him wrapped around her little finger . . . and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

  “More,” was her immediate response. She tilted her hips up, rubbing herself against his erection. “I want you inside me. Now.”

  “There’s so much more I want to do. So much more I want to explore,” Blake told her, not able to stop himself from slowly easing his dick back and forth along her slit, lubricating his length in her juices, loving how slick and hot she felt against him. He made sure to notch the head of his cock on her clit with every pass of his hips.

  “Later. You said I could play too, and I definitely want to. But for now, I need you, Blake. I might’ve come, but I still feel empty. It’s like my body knows what it wants, and that’s you. Inside. Please. I’ve waited long enough.”

  Blake felt his dick clench and knew he had precome leaking out the head of his cock and dripping all over her lower belly and tight curls. He’d never been this turned on in his life. “Do you want me to get a condom?” he asked, his jaw tight. They’d had this conversation, but he wanted her to be sure. He braced himself over her, his fists closed on the mattress next to her chest. Even as he asked, he couldn’t stop his hips from continuing to move up and down through her wet pussy lips. He slid easily, her orgasm and arousal, as well as his own, providing more than enough lubrication.

  “No,” Alexis told him, meeting his eyes directly. “We talked about this. I’m covered and I trust you. I want you, just you. Please, Blake. Fuck me.”

  “Damn,” Blake breathed. “I can’t resist. I’ve never been this turned on. Ever. Trust me on that, sweetheart.”

  Alexis didn’t answer with words, but she spread her legs as far apart as she could and brought her feet up until they rested flat on the mattress on either side of his hips. She let her knees fall open until she was completely exposed under him. Hiding nothing, offering her virginity to him as if on a silver platter.

  Blake looked down between their bodies and groaned. She was spread eagle, her hips tilted up, her pussy dripping. He could see the sheen of her excitement not only on his cock but on her inner thighs as well. He reached up and grabbed one of his pillows and shoved it under her hips, making it easier for her to hold her position. Then he reached down and took hold of the base of his cock and rubbed the mushroom head up and down her slit, harder now, pressing hard against her clit on each upstroke. Each time he did it, she shuddered under him.

  Alexis took hold of the backs of her knees, pulling them up even farther, opening herself even more to him. “Do it, Blake,” she ordered in a low, husky voice. “Make me yours.”

  Not able to hold back anymore, her words notching his arousal to a point of no return, Blake fit the head of his dripping cock to her opening. Her muscles sucked him in, and he inhaled at the erotic sight. “You are so fucking sexy,” he bit out, scooting up into her and putting both hands under her ass to lift her even higher.

  Alexis’s inner muscles contracted against him, trying to draw him inside her body. Blake pulled his hips back a fraction of an inch and slowly pressed inside farther than he’d been before. He began to sweat, wanting nothing more than to shove his cock all the way inside her hot, slick tunnel. But he didn’t want to hurt her. Shifting until he had her butt braced with one hand, he moved his other hand until his thumb was resting on her clit. He massaged it once, and they both groaned as she twitched around him in excitement.

  Lex bore down hard, causing him to slide in another inch. Blake could literally see her dripping with excitement as he made his way inside her.

  “More, Blake. More,” Alexis begged, looking down to where they were joining.

  Blake pulled back, then pushed into her again. He did it several times while at the same time caressing her clit gently, keeping her arousal high, but not wanting to push her over the edge yet.

  “Does this hurt, Lex? At all?”

  She shook her head frantically, her hair flying around her head. “No. I feel full, but it doesn’t hurt. I love it. Keep going.”

  Her toes curled at his waist, and Blake went in deeper than he’d been before. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple. She felt amazing. Tight. Wet. Hot. He’d never felt anything like it.

  “Yesssss,” Alexis moaned, trying to shove her hips up to get all of him.

  Blake moved them, hooking one arm under one of her legs, then doing the same to the other. Then he braced himself next to her hips. The move freed her hands, but, more important, it tilted her hips up all the way, giving him complete control over the speed and depth of his thrusts.

  “Keep your eyes on us, sweetheart,” Blake ordered, even though her eyes hadn’t left his cock, where they were joined. “Move one of your hands down between us and feel me. Cup my balls.”

  She quickly shifted and leaned until she could get a hand under her, and Blake felt another spurt of precome leak out his dick when her small hand brushed his balls tentatively, then when he groaned with pleasure, she continued with more confidence. She ran her fingertips over the part of his shaft that wasn’t inside her. “I can’t believe you aren’t all the way in yet.”

  “You ready for me, Lex? All of me?”

  “God yes.” Her eyes flicked up to his, and
he almost came at the look of tenderness and love that shone out of them. “Make me yours, Blake.”

  He couldn’t control his actions; he moved without thought and didn’t stop until he felt his balls up against her ass, his cock trying to burrow its way into her womb.

  They both groaned as he bottomed out and flexed inside her. Blake held himself still, his head bowed, staring at their pubic hair meshed together.

  “You. This . . . ,” Blake stammered. The words wouldn’t come. She felt perfect. He didn’t want to move, wanted to imprint this moment on his memory. The way she felt clenching around him, the way her fingers felt caressing his balls, the way her breath hitched every time he flexed his hips against hers. Jesus. He could die tomorrow and know he’d held perfection in his hands.

  “I love you, Blake,” Alexis breathed. “I love you so much.”

  “Lex,” Blake groaned, feeling the urge to move. He was scared to shift even a centimeter; afraid he’d blow prematurely.

  Then she moved under him and he was lost. He pulled back until he was barely inside her, then steadily pushed back in. He did it again, then again, moaning deep in his throat at the feeling. He was close, so incredibly close. And the thought of filling her with his come was only making his orgasm rush up from his balls faster.

  “Touch yourself, Lex. Rub your clit and make yourself come.”

  Without any sign of hesitation or modesty, she moved her free hand between her legs, slipping her fingers along his cock when he pulled out, coating them with their combined juices, before bringing them up to her clit and rubbing. Hard and fast.

  She didn’t ease into it, but quickly began to stroke herself, knowing exactly what she liked.

  Blake felt her twitch under him, and it only ratcheted up his excitement more. “Fuck, Lex. That’s it. Get yourself off.” Her hips began to move under his. “Fuck my dick, sweetheart. Take what you need.”