Alex lets go of me and clicks the lock into place while scrutinizing my face. He slowly brings his hands up and slides my sunglasses off and tucks them into my purse, which he also takes in his hands. He lowers it to the ground by our feet and moves his eyes away from me for a second to do so. I take the opportunity to try and smoothly move out of this position, only to find myself turned swiftly in his arms so that I’m now facing the door. And to be honest, I’m really not putting up much resistance. I really enjoy being manhandled by him. Yeah, I’m kind of surprised by that too, seeing as how I’m usually the one in charge.
For a few seconds neither of us moves an inch. Then he steps in closer until his body is flush against my backside. I feel his arousal pressing against me, and even though I don’t do backdoor action, it’s still a huge turn-on.
“As I was saying … your ground rules.” He places his hands on my shoulders and then runs them down my arms. “I’m of the opinion that they’re a waste of our time at this point because there are far too many things I want to do to you. And after last night, there is no fucking way that I can stand to be away from you for one more moment.”
Alex takes my hands in his and raises them until my palms are resting on the door slightly above my head. When he lets go, he swipes my hair to the side and holds it in place with one hand while the other skims down the side of my body and eventually stops at my hip. He leans in closer so that his lips graze my ear, and I close my eyes, relishing the contact.
His breath is warm and his voice gravelly when he finally speaks. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I …”
“Julia,” he says seductively while his hand trails lower, sending shivers down my spine. He grabs a fistful of my skirt. “It’s an easy question.” He pauses and kisses me below my earlobe. “Yes …” Another kiss, this time on my neck. “Or no.” He punctuates the no with a thrust against my ass.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused in my life. He hasn’t technically done one thing to me, yet I’m in his control. Under his thumb. Damn the Rolling Stones and finally figuring out what the hell that song is really about. Christ, why am I thinking about a freaking song that is probably more than twice as old as I am when I’m about to get nailed by Alex? Focus, Julia!
“No,” I murmur in between ragged breaths that are now coming in a rush.
Come on, did you really think I’d be able to hold up much longer? Me neither.
Alex immediately lets go of my hair and uses both hands to inch my skirt higher and higher. It ends up being bunched up around my waist, my panty-clad ass on full display for him. I give a silent prayer of thanks to the underwear gods that I’m wearing the good shit today. La Perla in the house, to be precise.
“Good girl,” he whispers roughly. His hands move to the buttons on my blouse, making quick work of them until it’s completely open.
His lips are nipping and kissing along my neck to my ear and back again, causing a rush of heat between my legs. I tilt my head to give him better access, and he takes the hint. But his hands aren’t moving anymore. I need him to touch me. Now.
“Tell me,” he demands as if he can read my mind.
“Touch me.”
At once, Alex’s hands are tearing down the cups of my bra and taking my breasts in his hands. His thumb and forefinger start pinching my nipples while his tongue sweeps a trail from my neck to my ear. I throw my head to rest on his shoulder and grind my ass against his dick like a cat in heat, needing more contact and arching my back in the process. His hand lets go of one breast to grab hold of my chin so that he can move it closer to his face. When our mouths finally connect, it’s off to the races.
His tongue darts out to taste me, and I suck on it slowly, causing him to growl into my mouth, and oh sweet Jesus, that alone almost makes me want to orgasm. I move my hand behind his head to keep him in place, wanting to deepen the kiss. It quickly starts to spiral out of control when he slides his hand down the front of my body, causing a hot trail of anticipation the entire way until resting just above the lace of my black panties.
I feel restless and close to begging when he lightly traces his fingers along the edges, touching and teasing me everywhere but where I want him to. Alex breaks off the kiss to look at me with pure desire in his eyes at the same time his hand finally breeches the thin lace. When I feel the brush of his thumb against my already oversensitized nub, I almost come on the spot. Then he quickly follows that up by putting a finger inside of me and slowly withdrawing it.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says through gritted teeth.
He’s now full-on finger fucking me, and his thumb is rubbing circles on my clit when I moan out loud—really loud—temporarily forgetting where we are.
“If you want me to keep going, you’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do that, Julia?”
“Yes,” I answer, in between choppy breaths while his finger is moving slowly in and out of me at an erotic pace.
I reach behind me to press my palm against his erection, and I only get a few rubs in before he grabs my wrist and pins it against the door again.
“Is that what you want?” he asks roughly.
When I don’t answer him right away since I’m on the verge of splitting in two, he stops his ministrations and gently tugs at my earlobe with his teeth. He lets go only to trail his lips across my neck while removing his hand from inside my panties. The next thing I hear is the sound of his belt buckle being undone, immediately followed by a choir of angels in my head singing, “Hallelujah.”
“Answer me. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
After a second or two of hearing his clothes rustle behind me, Alex leans in again and presses his lips to the nape of my neck before bringing his mouth to my ear to whisper, “Turn around.”
I do as I’m told. His tie is gone, and his dress shirt is unbuttoned to reveal his perfectly tanned and toned flesh. His eyes covet every single part of my semi-undressed body. It feels as if his hands are touching me while he does this, taking his time to look me over, committing every curve to memory. Finally he breaks out of his spell and drops to his knees in front of me. He yanks my panties down to my ankles and over my high heels. When I try to remove my shoes, he looks up at me and says, “Leave them on.”
I feel his lips and tongue inching up my inner thigh as his hands slowly move up the backs of my legs. At the first brush of his tongue against my clit, my eyes close and my head falls back against the door with a loud thud.
I’m not going to last long. I wish I could, but I know I’m not. It’s like a double-edged sword. You want that sweet relief so badly, but getting there feels just as good if not better. Especially when you have a man who knows what the hell he’s doing down there. God, there’s really nothing worse than a guy who can’t go down on you properly. Right, ladies? Then you have to give the shoulder tap and try to give directions, and who has time for that? Not this girl. But with Alex there is no question; he’s hitting all the right spots. When he inserts his fingers inside of me, it takes all of me to stave off the impending explosion. But he can tell I’m close because not even a second later he takes the vulnerable flesh in between his teeth and sucks on it with the perfect amount of pressure, and the first ripples of my orgasm start to roll through me.
My hands move into his hair as I ride the wave and to keep him in place, wanting to prolong it. When it gets to the jumpy, hypersensitive part of the ride, he slows it down by removing his fingers and lazily licks me until he places a light kiss on my inner thigh. With my eyes still closed, I give a small tug on his hair to let him know I want him to stand up. He does, and I immediately start making quick work of unzipping his pants.
I open my eyes just as Alex takes my face in his hands and starts to kiss me again in an unhurried manner. I can taste the remnants of me on his lips, and it drives me further into a state of desperation than I ever was before. It’s one of those teeth-scraping, tongues-battling, out-of-control kisses wh
ile my hand dives into his pants and takes his cock in a strong grip. I’m pumping away—thank you, stress ball reliever—when he breaks off the kiss and dips his head to start sucking on a nipple. His blue eyes peer up at me as it pops out of his mouth, and he swirls his tongue along the pink tip before doing the same thing to the other one.
That’s it. My breaking point. I want him to bury himself inside me like yesterday. I shove his pants down his hips and look down at his dick. I take it in my hand to stroke it again. Magnificent. Circumcised, smooth, hard enough to hammer nails with, and standing up at attention waiting to get on with the fucking. It’s not often I feel the urge to drop to my knees and blow a guy until his eyes roll into the back of his head, but glancing at Alex as his breathing becomes more erratic, I instantly want to.
I start to slide down the door to do just that when his hands grip me under my arms to pick me back up. He lets me go for only a moment. Next thing I know he’s lifting one of my thighs and picking me up as if I’m light as a feather so that I’m forced to wrap both of my legs around him. I feel the tip of him right at my impatiently wet entrance, teasing me as it slides up and down. On one trip down I adjust myself in his arms to better position my hips and try to trap him. The bastard eludes me and chuckles.
“Alex, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m never talking to you again,” I demand in a low hiss.
“Is that so?” he asks before sucking on my bottom lip.
“Yes.”
He slides the tip upward again, brushing my clit with it this time, and I moan his name out loud.
“Your wish is my command,” he rasps.
His arms, which are holding me up, come down slowly to lower me onto him. It’s agonizingly erotic to feel him entering me inch by torturous inch until I’m fully seated on him while he stares intently at me. I feel full and have an incredible need to start moving, but he holds me completely still. He brings his forehead to rest against mine as a rush of breath escapes him. Cupping his face in my hands, I pull him away and latch my lips onto his, wanting to have his tongue invade me while he’s inside me. I grind my hips against him, and we both moan at the contact.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he says, his voice a whisper and his breath hot against my lips.
“Please move,” I say back to him and grip his hair. “Now.”
With that, the corners of his mouth turn up to reveal a sly smile, and he slides out of me until only the tip is left. I whimper at the loss and pout.
“Do you want me to beg? Is that it? Because I will. I don’t give a shit anymore.”
“Would you?” he asks. “Would you beg me to slam my cock into you?”
I lean my head forward and lick the outline of his ear and whisper, “Please slam your cock into me. Do it hard and fast and don’t you dare stop.”
I barely get the end of that sentence out before he thrusts into me so hard that I see stars. My back rams into the door roughly, and it sounds as if we may have made some cracks in the wood. Apparently Alex is very good at taking direction. Good to know.
“Oh my God,” I cry out in between ragged breaths.
“Shh,” he says and covers my mouth with his hand.
Alex spins me around with my legs still wrapped around him and carries me to the edge of his desk with his pants around his knees. I look behind me to see a couple of stacks of papers and general office supply crap.
“How important is all of this stuff?” I ask, pointing at his desk.
“Not as important as you.”
With a devious smile on my face, I shove every single thing off his desk, and it all goes flying everywhere and anywhere. He pushes me back so that I’m lying down on his desk. I open my legs as wide as I can for him, and he licks his lips at the sight. I have no shame at this point, and it feels fantastic to be so reckless. I beckon him with my finger, and he obeys. Again with the directions—such a good boy. He guides himself inside me and picks up right where he left off.
It’s hard and fast, just how I need it to be. I’m quickly approaching the brink again with every thrust of his pelvis. With our bodies now slick with a slight sheen of sweat and the sweet smell of sex in the air, he props himself on his forearms to look down at me. I bring my hands up to twist my nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers, and he lets out a string of curses under his breath while watching me.
His thumb trails along my bottom lip, and I take it in my mouth to suck on it. “You’re going to kill me, you know that?”
I answer him by lifting my knees higher and giving him a better angle. Alex responds by taking his thumb out of my mouth and wedging it in between us to brush my clit as he continues to drive into me.
“Fuck yes!” I yell, not caring anymore who is listening to us.
My inner walls grip onto his dick as one of the most intense, mind-blowing orgasms burns through me. I faintly hear Alex say something about how good it feels before he lets loose and groans into my neck when he comes hard, and it’s the most exquisite sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Right up there with the sound of his belt buckle coming undone.
We lie still for a few minutes, trying to get our breathing back to normal. Finally he lifts his head from the crook of my neck and kisses me, long and deep. When he breaks off the kiss, he brushes away hair that is sticking to my forehead and says, “Just so you know, we’re going to be doing that again.”
I’m not running anymore; he’s caught me fair and square. So my answer to that is simple. “I’m counting on it.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I wake up the next morning naked again, on my stomach and entangled in chocolate-brown bedsheets. Alex’s bedsheets, to be exact. He’s still sleeping with his arm draped across my lower back, a leg thrown over both of mine, and his head on my upper back almost pinning me underneath him. Huh. He’s a cuddler. Interesting.
Oh, yeah. How did I get here?
Well, after the afternoon fuck-fest in his office, we decided that work was overrated and took the rest of the day off. We drove separately to his house, where we proceeded to get to know each other more intimately. In other words, we continued to screw each other’s brains out—among other things—until the wee hours of the night when my vagina started to go numb on me.
Other things means eating a quick meal at around midnight in his bed. That meal consisted of homemade ice cream sundaes. And I guess I should mention that we ate them off each other’s bodies. Let’s just say Alex really, I mean really, likes his ice cream.
That would explain why, when I try to slide out from underneath him, parts of my body are sticking to the sheets like crazy glue. Here’s the thing about using your body as a dessert plate: it’s sexy and fun while it’s happening, but the ugly truth is that it’s not anywhere near being sexy the next day. It doesn’t help that movies and books have perpetuated this illusion of glamour by having the characters suddenly fresh as a daisy the next day and not at all what you’re really going to be looking and feeling like—one giant hot mess.
Right now my hair is probably a rat’s nest, and from the few clumps I can see fanned out on the pillow, there are some rainbow sprinkles embedded in it that were used as a topping for the sundaes. Tack on to that the rancid morning breath I have brewing in my mouth and the not-so-fresh feeling down south, and I’d say this bright idea is downright disgusting in the light of day and makes you question why the hell you felt the need to lick food off of someone’s body in the first place.
So now what I really need is a Silkwood-quality shower and a toothbrush, pronto.
Don’t get me wrong, I rather enjoy feeling Alex’s warmth all around me first thing in the morning. Especially since he’s holding me under him like he doesn’t want me to get away. It makes this very Grinch-like heart of mine skip a beat or two, to be honest. But if he wakes up and takes one look at me in my current state of dishevelment, he may think he woke up with the actual Grinch instead of me.
First my legs. Ever so slowly I drag them out from undern
eath him until they are completely free. Next, the upper half of my body. This is way trickier. Carefully, I slide to my left and make it a full inch before I’m forced to stop because a nipple is stuck to the sheet. I have to bite my bottom lip, count to three in my head, and tear it off like a Band-Aid. Here goes nothing.
Dammit, that hurts! The next time you think about doing kinky shit in bed, remember me in this very moment. But so far so good because Alex hasn’t moved and is still sleeping, even though my tit needs a real Band-Aid at this point.
Okay, now I can start sliding again to my left ever so gingerly. It takes me another few moments until I’m finally out from under him. The lower half of my naked body is hanging off the side of the bed and I’m slithering the upper half along nicely when I dare to sneak a peek at him.
His one eye is open and staring back at me, and the side of his face that is visible is smiling wide enough that his dimple is flashing. Now that’s just not fair. He looks absolutely edible and sexy as hell lying there on his stomach with the sheet draped just below his hips to reveal a hint of his ass.
Let me just say that I saw it last night, and it’s perfection. Songs may have been written about his ass, it’s that inspiring.
“What are you doing?” he asks, amused at my current position.
“Trying not to wake you up.”
“I am awake.”
“I can see that,” I say with a smirk. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He chuckles. “Because it was far too entertaining watching you try to get out of bed.”
In the distance I hear the familiar opening bars of Diana Ross and Lionel Richie’s “Endless Love.” His brow furrows in confusion while my expression is somewhere along the lines of “the jig is up.” I’m sure it’s Sabrina calling me to find out where I am since I’m missing our weekly Skype session.
“Is it my imagination,” he says, picking his head up, “or is there a really cheesy love song from the eighties playing somewhere in my house?”
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