A wicked beat pulsed through Frankie’s core. Her womb grew heavy. She knew what he wanted, what he wanted to give her. More. He wasn’t thinking of himself, he was thinking of her. Her.
Ignoring the command of his hands, she sucked on his cock once again, sliding as deep as she could go.
Alec came. With a raw groan and a violent thrust, he came in her mouth, his seed splashing the back of her throat, filling her with his release.
She took him all, swallowing every thick wad as it spurt from him, kneading his length with the flat of her tongue as she did so. He was sweet and salty at once, like the tequila she’d consumed earlier but oh, so much more potent. So much more intoxicating. She was addicted already. With one taste, she knew she would never get enough. Knew she would want no other.
Just him. Just Alec.
“Christ, Frankie.” Alec’s mutter sounded above her head and she realized his hands had relaxed in her hair, his fingers stroking at the back of her neck with tender care. “I didn’t mean to…” He paused, a curse rasping in his sharp exhalation. “I wanted to…”
Frankie withdrew her lips slowly from around his cock, her fingers taking their place in a gentle caress as she straightened to her knees before him. “I wanted to,” she said, giving him a smile. “So shut the fuck up.”
He burst out laughing, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. “Hmm, The Gun is in charge, is she?”
She nodded, enjoying the little flip-flop of delight his laughter caused in her belly.
He lowered his head to hers, his lips curling in a slow, crooked grin. “Let’s see about that, shall we.”
Without warning, he pressed one large hand to her chest and pushed.
She landed flat on her back, her breath escaping her in a giggle as Alec yanked her right foot upward, unzipped her boot and pulled it off. He tossed it over his shoulder, his stare holding hers as he did the same to her other. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, watching him crawl onto the bed enough to snare her already undone pants with his fingers.
Two seconds later, she was naked from the waist down, the cool air of Alec’s bedroom rippling her heated flesh. Her nipples pinched into twin points, and she swallowed a whimper, reaching up under her shirt to cup her own breasts.
“Uh-uh,” Alec shook his head again, climbing on top of her to straddle her hips. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
The rebuke came a second before he grabbed the hemline of her shirt and tugged it up over her head.
“Now,” he said, gazing down at her. “Put your hands above your head, Frankie.”
A heavy throb leapt to life between Frankie’s thighs at the arrogant order. “Why?”
“Because I said so.”
Whether it was the blunt dominance in his answer that made her heart quicken and her pussy constrict, or the blazing hunger in his face, she didn’t know. Or care. She did as he told her, laying her arms flat on the bed above her head, her hands loosely open, palms to the ceiling.
Alec’s nostrils flared. He brushed his fingertips over the tips of her nipples, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.
“Very good. Now, this is the way it’s going to go, Ms Winchester. I am going to explore every inch of this sexy, fuckable body of yours from head to toe. I’m going to put my tongue wherever I want to. I’m going to bite whatever I want to. I’m going to suck whatever I want to, and you’re not going to move.”
His fingers circled her nipples this time, giving each one a firm, quick pinch.
Her moan of delight escaped her and his nostrils flared again, his eyes hot with obvious pleasure at her carnal response to his touch.
He drew in a steadying breath, and Frankie couldn’t miss the growing pressure on her belly—he was getting hard again. Really hard.
“You’re going to lie here,” he continued, his voice almost a husky growl, “and let me do whatever I fucking want, do you understand?”
Frankie stared up at him, her pussy, hell, her anus, constricting at the utter eroticism of his statement. “And if I do move?”
A wicked gleam filled Alec’s eyes, the sides of his mouth curling into a slow smile. Devilish, that was the only word Frankie could think of to describe it. Devilish.
No, there was another. Untamed.
“If you move, I will flip you onto your stomach, lift your butt into the air and smack its tight, firm perfection until you beg me to fuck you.”
Frankie’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened. Her pussy didn’t just constrict at his promise, it squeezed so tight so fast she almost came there and then.
She’d done some wild things in her time—screwing the Prime Minister’s son on the steps of the Opera House when they were both seventeen probably took the cake—but letting Alec smack her? What would it feel like? His hand slapping her bare arse? Oh God, did she want to know? Did she?
Before she could answer the licentious question, Alec slid down her body, his lips burning a path over her breasts, her belly, past her navel, over her mons, her inner thighs, until he came to her feet.
She lay motionless, arms stretched above her head, gazing at the ceiling and its intricate moldings, her heart hammering, her lips parted. What was he going to do? Suck her toes?
Warm lips touched the sole of her right foot. Just that, a light kiss on the arch of her foot and it was enough. She whimpered, the sound loud in the room’s silence.
A tongue flicked over the arch of her left foot, just as light as the kiss on her right had been.
Again, a whimper slipped from her, her skin rippling with an unfathomable thrill at Alec’s unexpected touch.
She closed her eyes, part of her aching to move, to feel his hand on her arse, another part wanting nothing more than to feel him conquer her body one section at a time.
He travelled up her calf, pushing both legs apart with his hands as his lips explored the sensitive dip at the back of her knee. She bit back a moan, her fingers curling into fists with reflex action. Damn it, how could having the back of her knee kissed turn her on so freaking much?
Move. Just move. Sit up and bury your hands in his hair and make him smack—
He traced his tongue over her sodden folds, over her swollen, throbbing clitoris and the enticing thought was shattered.
“Oh, yes…”
Her nails drove into her palms. And again when he suckled a little on her clit. She ground her teeth, a prickling wave of raw pleasure rolling through her. She lifted her backside a little off the bed, enough to grant Alec greater access to her pussy.
“Are you moving, Frankie?”
His low murmur made her still. Or maybe it was the feel of his thumb rubbing over her clit where his tongue had only just been.
“Alec,” she whispered, “I…”
He dipped into her slit again, bathing her folds with his moist tongue. A shudder quaked through her core—tight and insistent. She ground her teeth together, the urge to arch her back, raise her hips and push her pussy harder to his mouth almost making her move. But she kept still. For as much as the thought of Alec smacking her made her sex flutter with wanton lust, the imprisoning control he’d exerted over her body—being tied to the bed without rope or cuffs—made her heart pound and her soul sing. His control over her, his domination over her was unlike anything she could describe. If someone had pressed a gun to her head and demanded she vocalize how she felt at this very second, trapped by Alec’s words and her own desirous submission, she wouldn’t be able to.
She didn’t understand the reaction. She only knew she loved it. She loved…
Alec stroked his tongue up the shallow line of her belly to her right breast, flicking her nipple before nipping it with his teeth. His body hovered over hers, the turgid length of his cock nudging her thigh. Its hard pressure on her leg made her head swim, the slick sensation of his pre-come on her flesh stealing her breath.
She flexed her fingers, fighting the urge to bury them in his hair. To hold his head to her breast. “
Oh, God, Alec,” she murmured, another wave of pure need making her tremble. “Your mouth on my nipple feels so fucking good…so fucking right.”
As if to taunt her, Alec lifted his head from her breast and grazed a path to her shoulder with his lips. He nibbled a string of kisses over its curve, working his way up to her ear, the tip of his cock drawing a line of wet pleasure up her thigh to her hip as he did so.
“You feel so fucking right in my mouth, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “I could suck on your gorgeous tits, your sweet cunt, until the sun comes up and still wouldn’t have tasted my fill of you.”
She whimpered, her belly hitching. Her pussy constricted. Her womb grew heavier, swollen with hot tension and want.
He continued to travel up her body, his lips scoring a path up her extended arm until they found her fingers. He unfurled them with his own fingers and pressed the tip of his tongue to the centre of her palm as he did so.
Liquid shards of delight shot through her, spearing into her body from the simple contact down into her very soul. She moaned. Who would’ve thought her palm was such an erogenous zone? Now she understood all those corny movies where the hero made the heroine gasp with such a kiss.
It was insanely erotic.
But he didn’t linger on her palm. He slid even farther up her body to capture the pad of one of her fingers with his teeth and lips. The shift in his position aligned his chest with Frankie’s mouth and, unable to stop herself, she lifted her head slightly from the bed and closed her lips around his right nipple.
The small tip of flesh pebbled immediately, Alec’s hissed intake of breath causing her pussy to squeeze again. She sucked hard on his nipple before rolling it between her teeth.
“Jesus, Frankie.” Her name was nothing but a groaned growl rumbling low in his chest. “You moved.”
I did, she acknowledged, but only in her head, unwilling to stop feasting on his flesh. It was rock hard under her tongue, and his groans were so raw, so carnal. He hung above her, and she sensed his stare on her face as she continued to suck. She knew any moment now he would carry out his promise. She’d moved. He would smack her—but until he did, until his hand found her arse, she wanted nothing more than to feel him in her mouth and have his groans of rapture caress her senses.
She slid her mouth to his other nipple and he let her, his cock nudging her hip as he pressed one lean, muscled thigh to her sex. Fingers of wet electricity jolted through her at the unexpected pressure on her clit, and she bucked her hips upward, her hands flying to his shoulders.
Damn it, even when she was defying him he was in control of her body.
And that’s the way you want it, isn’t it?
Yes. It was. Every molecule in her body needed him. Needed him with her, inside her. Needed his cock in her sex, his breath in her lungs, his scent in her nose…
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, cupping the back of her head to hold her mouth to his chest. “That feels so damn good.”
He was right. It did. His nipple in her mouth, under her tongue, his body pressed to hers, his pre-come on her skin…it all felt so goddamn good. So goddamn right.
Without warning, and with a fluid grace that made Frankie shiver, Alec pulled away from her, breaking her worship of his nipple with a soft pop before flipping her onto her stomach.
Exquisite shards of anticipation jolted through her. Brilliantly tight ribbons of excitement shot over her nerve endings to knot in her sex. She squeezed her backside, her flesh already on fire as he hooked his hands under her hips, jerked her arse up off the bed, and held her in the slightly elevated position with one arm as he smoothed his hand over her right cheek.
“Christ, your arse is…”
He didn’t finish. Instead, his palm found her flesh in a stinging slap.
Her reaction was instant and explosive. Pleasure erupted through her, tearing her cry from her throat. It hurt. It burned.
It felt so fucking good.
She fisted her hands on the duvet, pushing her backside higher.
He smacked her again. And again. And with each slapping blow, with each stinging kiss of his palm on her flesh, her pain became something she couldn’t describe. Or fathom.
Something far beyond any she believed possible.
Her pussy flooded with cream and she wriggled in Alec’s hold. “Oh God,” she moaned, eyes shut, fists bunched by her head. “I need to come. Make me come, Alec.”
Alec stared at the bright red print of his hand on Frankie’s smooth, toned arse cheek. He’d never smacked a lover before. Hadn’t even considered it. But at the sight of his handprint branded on her flesh, his cock throbbed. Jesus, did that make him a sadist?
No. It doesn’t. With this woman, with Frankie, there are no inhibitions or hang-ups. And if she wanted to smack you you’d let her. Gladly. You’d stick your arse in the air and—
“Please, Alec.” Her shaky plea jerked his gaze to her profile. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted as she panted and squirmed on the bed. “Make me come now.”
“With my hand?” He smacked her once more, a softer slap he felt all the way through his hand and into his swollen balls. Christ, he’d never been so hard.
Frankie shook her head against the duvet with a sharp hiss. “No.”
“With my mouth?” He twisted, plunging his tongue between her sodden folds. Fresh cream flowed from her pussy into his mouth and he moaned, reveling in the taste of her pleasure. He would never tire of it. Ever. He knew that without doubt or question.
“No,” she moaned, her face etched with what he could only call rapture.
He shifted on the bed, aligning the head of his shaft to the glistening lips of her sex. “Or with my dick?” he asked, parting those lips a little with one slow, steady thrust.
Frankie cried out again, her anus constricting.
“Tell me, Frankie,” he commanded, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock. She whimpered, new moisture dripping from her folds.
“With your cock,” she all but sobbed. “Please, fuck me, Alec,” she begged, just as he said she would. “Please make me come now.”
Without a word, he climbed from the bed, crossed to the oak chest of drawers behind him and yanked open the top one to withdraw a condom. His cock was an agonizing rod jutting upward from balls just as painful, both filled with the urgent need to feel Frankie’s tight heat, her hot flesh on his. One day soon he would bury himself in her sweetness without a condom, but for now…well, that thin film of latex was his only hope to last longer than one single thrust.
He ripped the condom packet open and, breath held, jaw bunched, rolled the sheath down the straining length of his dick.
Inside her. Christ, you’re going to be inside her. Again.
And with that gloriously euphoric thought, he climbed back onto the bed, snared Frankie’s hips with his hands and thrust deep inside her, filling her to his balls.
Frankie threw back her head, her spine bowing as she drove herself harder onto his penetration. Her cries and hitching breaths flayed his control just as much as the gripping heat of her inner muscles. She surrounded him, even as he pumped in and out of her cunt, she surrounded him. Overwhelmed him.
She propelled him to a place of heightened sensation and searing response.
The base of his spine tingled, but he denied the release building in his groin. There wasn’t a hope in fucking hell he was going to come yet. Not yet. Being inside Francesca, possessing her, being consumed by her…he wanted to experience the rapture until his last breath burst from his lungs.
He wanted to give her that same rapture.
He thrust deep into her wet heat, leaning against her body to cup one breast with a hard hand. She gasped a ragged, “yes,” and her nipple rubbed at his palm as her breast swung heavy with his strokes. He pulled a harsh hiss, the erotic contact of nipple and hand flooding his cock with fresh blood. How it was that she continued to arouse him while they were so completely joined made his mind fog. That she did made hi
s heart pound.
“Alec,” she moaned, arching her back. She reached between her legs, her fingers finding his swollen balls. She tugged them, sending a flow of dull pain into his groin. It was exquisite. He squeezed his eyes for a moment, riding the sensation as it became concentrated pleasure deep within his very core.
He dragged his mouth over her back, her shoulders, sucking at the side of her neck just beneath her ear, with a hungry ferocity he knew would leave a mark. He didn’t care. She was his and be fucked if he didn’t want the world to know it. His and his alone.
“Oh, yes, Alec,” she moaned, her tight pussy pulsing, gripping his dick with increasing pressure. “Yes…that’s it…that’s it…don’t stop…don’t…stop.”
He pinched her nipple, burying himself as deep in her sex as his body would let him. His balls rose up, their weight still held by Frankie’s hand, growing fuller with each thrust he pounded into her. If he kept going, he would come.
With a low growl, he jerked himself free, pushed her onto her back and silenced her cries of protest with a brutal kiss. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, fighting for control over his body, his hands fisted in her wild hair, his dick grinding into her thigh.
She scraped her nails up and down his back, her legs wrapping around his. She pulled him closer to her, trying to impale herself on his length. He would let her soon. So very soon, but not until she pleaded. Not until he knew she was one thrust away from coming. Like he was.
“Damn you,” she rasped when he dragged his mouth down her throat, arching beneath him. “Make me fucking come already.”
He chuckled, the sound more like a shaky moan. “Impatient much?”
She rolled her head, her hand joining his on her right breast. “Yes.” She closed her fingers, making him knead its full softness with something close to desperation. “Now shut the fuck up and bury that cock of yours in my cunt.”
It was too much. He couldn’t fight her anymore. He couldn’t fight himself anymore either.
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