ONE To Watch Me (The ONE Series, Part 1, Book 1)

by Alicia Maxwell

  "You almost kept looking at me without casting your eyes away. We should reward you for it." He removes his trunks under the towel. "Where is the dryer?"

  I take mine off and gather all the wet pieces together. We step out of the steamy bathroom into the crisp, air-conditioned room. I make a beeline to the dryer, throw everything in, and power it on. I turn around and bump right into a strong and familiar chest. Alex is towering over me, a playful spark in his eyes.

  "Come here before you freeze." He lifts me up again, and I giggle as his fingers touch my ticklish spot.

  "Are you ticklish?" The playful sparks in his eyes light up even more, and I know I'm in trouble now.

  Trying to play it cool, I ask nonchalantly, "No, why would you think that?"

  Eight

  His smile is full on, and little sparks dance in his blue eyes.

  "I don't know, maybe because you giggled when I touched you here."

  He runs his fingers along my ribs, looking for that one spot, and soon he’s rewarded with another round of my uncontrollable giggles. We are a messy tangle of arms and legs. I’m not sure when or how, but we end up on my bed, him hovering over me, keeping his weight on his elbows while effectively trapping me underneath. I try to catch my breath, look in his eyes, and get lost in those blues all over again. It seems they’re a shade darker now, indigo blue, filled with desire. He lowers his mouth to mine and we kiss, passionately, not able to get enough of each other. I run my hands to the back of his neck and through his hair. The locks feel wet and silky between my fingers. I pull him closer, wanting more. His chest is against mine, and I feel some of his weight on me. I love it. I’m out of breath and feeling dizzy, lips swollen, eyes rolling back. He slows the kiss, watching my reaction. I open my eyes, feeling his gaze hot on my face.

  "Look at me."

  He commands before I have a chance to look away. My eyes are instantly on his. He lowers his mouth on mine and gives me another slow, gentle kiss, stopping only to make a trail of feather-light kisses along my jaw line and down to my neck. My pulse is beating so fast and loud it's deafening. He trails the kisses down my neck and finds my pulsing artery. His tongue is running along it, and I feel tingling desire spread through my body. Alex continues licking and sucking my neck and soon, I'm writhing under him, panting and clawing at the mattress.

  He stops and raises his face to look at me. My cheeks are flushed and my hair is scattered around my face. It’s drying into an unruly mass of curls and tangles. He smiles and looks at my hair, cheeks, neck, swollen lips, finally stopping at my desire-filled eyes.

  "You are so beautiful. I want to make love to you until you’re so uninhibited you scream out all your desires, staring me straight in the eyes, without being able to control yourself. I want you moaning my name over and over when you come."

  A tight coil starts building somewhere deep inside of me. His words are so carnal. I don't know what one is supposed to say to that. We met just a few days ago, yet we’re already in my bed, about to make love. Strangely enough, I feel completely safe in his arms. Am I making a mistake? Is this ok? I never would have done anything like this in Chicago. Is this what people do on vacations? These thoughts run through my mind like a whirlwind. Then I feel his soft kiss on my forehead.

  Lifting his lips just barely away from me he is whispering, "Stop analyzing and worrying. Just live and enjoy. Give me a chance to show you."

  I'm not even sure what he’s talking about anymore. Is it sex? Is it life? Relationships? Friendship? It can't be that complicated; he doesn't know me at all. My mind screams stop and get out before it’s too late, but my traitorous body wants him with me, on me, in me. My mind loses the battle, and I take his face with both my hands and start kissing him like my life depends on it, as if he really could solve all my problems and teach me to live my life to the fullest.

  His lips are instantly on mine, devouring my mouth, exploring every detail, taking everything I have to offer. He leans on his side and frees one arm to roam my body, starting with my neckline and shoulders and moving lower to undo my towel. Once I’m no longer covered, he breaks the kiss to look at me, and I feel crimson creeping up my cheeks. He runs his palm down my chest to cup my breast. His forefinger is drawing circles on my flesh and my nipples pucker up. He takes one between his fingers and rolls it lightly, then a little stronger. A moan escapes my mouth, and I try to catch my breath. He seems to play my body like a musical instrument, perfectly in tune, the slightest touch making my nerves sing.

  Lowering his head, he takes my other nipple in his mouth and sucks it gently at first, then bites down lightly and grazes it with his teeth. Now the pleasure shoots through me like an electric shock. I moan and pant and try to grind my hips against him. As if on cue, he follows a trail of light touches down my body and soon his hand is on my hip, going to the crease between my legs. I instinctively tighten my muscles and push my legs together. His touch is gentle yet determined.

  "Let go."

  He whispers softly, pushing away my inhibitions. My muscles relax on their own accord. His hand follows down my folds and connects with my soaking wet core. He takes a sharp breath in and out.

  "You are so wet; I didn’t realize you were so aroused for me."

  His fingers spread the moisture around, drawing slow circles around my sex. As the circles get smaller and smaller his fingers find their way into my body. I gasp as he pushes a digit inside of me.

  "You are so tight, so perfect!"

  His finger starts moving in me, slow and tentative. Then he adds another one and I gasp again at being stretched further. His thumb finds my sensitive nub and touches it lightly. A shockwave shoots through me, and I lift my hips to meet his hand.

  "Shhh, easy, easy."

  He touches my clit, this time pushing a little harder and not breaking contact. I scream and jerk my hips. I want him desperately. He pulls his fingers slightly out and as I lift my hips, he slams his hand down to meet me. His mouth is on my breast, licking, twisting, biting. I start shaking as he continues pulling his fingers out slowly and plunging them in sharply, all the while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I scream and lose myself in ecstasy.

  "Yes ... yes ... don’t stop, Alex, oh, oh …"

  I scream as I come and tighten around his fingers. As soon as the last words fly off my lips, his mouth is on mine, kissing me roughly. He can’t control himself. I can sense he’s on the brink.

  "I want you. Inside of me. Now."

  It’s a plea more than a command, but he obliges instantly. Alex unwraps his towel and hovers over me, but doesn’t try to make contact.

  Pulling away from my lips he asks. "Condoms?"

  "I’ve got none, I'm on birth control. You?"

  "I’ve got none on me either. I'm clean. I never, god this sounds bad, I never do this with anyone without protection. You don't have to believe me. We don't have to do this."

  His voice is desperate. He starts to pull away, but I don't let him.

  "I trust you. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do." Our eyes meet and say more than the words can. There is mutual trust and understanding. I see we both are affected by this.

  "Your trust means a lot to me."

  He lowers his mouth on mine and I lift my hips to meet his. He guides himself to my entrance and pushes in slightly. I tense at the feeling of his width.

  "Relax, I won’t hurt you. We'll take it slowly. You’re so tight, it's incredible."

  I try to relax and he pulls out a little, only to push in more. I tense and he pulls out. His fingers find my clit and start rubbing slow, gentle circles. I relax and feel warmth coursing through my body. He enters me again, very slowly, this time a little deeper, then stops. Instead of pulling out, he angles his body and moves inside of me. This change in angle puts his cock right at my sensitive spot, and I whimper with pleasure. He pushes in a little more until he is completely buried in me. I feel I’m being stretched to the limit, but it’s pleasant. Still rubbing my clit, he starts moving in and
out, slowly at first, but increasing speed with each thrust. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. Then, in one swift motion, he hugs me and lifts my butt while turning us around. I’m straddling him now. My palms rest against his chest and I start moving, rubbing myself against him. We’re feeling each other, learning our bodies, finding our rhythm. I’m overwhelmed by the sudden power exchange. He went from taking charge, to completely submitting to my lead. This is very unfamiliar to me. I learn to move and set the pace, as if this is my first time.

  His hands let go of my waist and start gliding along my body, from hips to the waist line and up to the underside of my breasts. Sunlight filters in through the sheer curtains, and I feel overly exposed, but I use all the willpower I can summon to keep me from throwing my arms over my chest and hiding away.

  His eyes are darker now, pupils dilated and drowning in desire. He looks at me, and I marvel at the effect I have on him. He cups my breasts and rolls both nipples between his fingers, pinching them. This sends a shot through my body and straight to my core. I scream and start riding him rougher, lifting up higher and plunging him into me deep. Now it's his turn to grasp for self-control. He groans loudly, lifts, and tries to hold my body still for a second. I bite my lip and look down. There he is, this absolutely stunning male who can barely contain himself and the best part is, I did it.

  My palms run over my nipples and I tug them. He groans loudly and loosens his hold just a bit. Using the opportunity, I lift up and grind against him. This puts me closer to the edge, and I slow down. I don't want it to be over, not yet. I rotate my hips with him deep inside of me. I try a new, slow pace, just barely lifting up, and then gently lowering down. The orgasm is building and I can barely control it. I start trembling.

  "Just let go, I want to hear you come. Come for me!"

  I lift higher and plunge sharply down, throwing myself over the edge. I start shaking and he takes over, holding me up and moving his hips to meet my thighs. I’m shuddering, screaming his name over and over. When I can no longer hold up, he twists us around and I’m on the bottom again. He’s over me, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. He continues moving, letting me ride out the last wave of my orgasm. Before it fully passes, he lifts his torso and assaults me with a series of deep, strong thrusts. Spreading my legs wide, he plunges in and out of me over and over. I will my eyes to stay open and watch his face. The beauty of his raw emotion is indescribable. The pressure inside me is building with renewed force.

  "I'm almost there, let’s come together! Now!"

  I start contracting around his cock. Another thrust and we’re gone. He roars my name and slams into me time after time, filling me with his hot cum. I feel it spilling out. His pace slows down and we both breathe through the remnants of our orgasms. His breathing is ragged, then he crashes down on me, barely holding himself up on his elbows. He kisses me madly, devouring my mouth and sucking on my bottom lip. I pull him to me and run my nails along his back, wanting more contact. He pushes a little more into the mattress and I feel his weight on me. I love it.

  We are still for minutes, catching our breath, with him still buried deep inside me. I don't want to let go. I feel safe and wanted here. I haven't felt this way in ages, if ever.

  Slowly, he rolls to his back, taking me with him. Now I’m on top again, still fully connected. I don’t intend to let go, not any time soon.

  "You like me inside of you, don't you?"

  I smile and cast my eyes downward, stealing a glimpse of how our bodies connect, fitting perfectly together.

  "What makes you say that?"

  "Look at me, stop shying away. I want you to be completely uninhibited with me. Say what you want, do what you want. I want to know all of you, everything that is hiding behind the sadness in your eyes. I can’t get enough of you. I’m crazy about you! You are sexy as hell, and you should know it. I love being inside of you too. This feeling of no barriers, just us, it’s unreal…"

  I look at his eyes and wonder why I couldn’t have met him earlier. My life could have been so different. He wants me, and doesn’t care if I’m successful, or rich, or well-connected. None of that matters to him.

  He pulls my face to his and kisses my forehead ever so gently.

  "What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours? Will you ever tell me? It’s almost like I’m seeing the tip of the iceberg, and what's under water is infinitely bigger, more beautiful, and more complex than what's on top. I want to know you, all of you."

  His words run through my ears. This can't be true. Aren’t I just a fling to him? Maybe it’s been a little more romantic than your average fling, but still, it’s just a fling, right? My head is swimming with questions and possible answers.

  "It's ok, don't say anything. We'll take it slow, ok? I'm not going to push you."

  He lowers my head to his chest and hugs me tight. I’m exhausted and relax into his arms. Soon, I’m drifting away, and the feel of his body under me and his arms around me is the most wonderful thing. The steady beat of his heart calms and grounds me.

  Minutes go by, maybe even an hour. I’m brought back to the reality when he starts gently stirring around me. Wow, did we just fall asleep like this, together? I lift my head to find his smiling face looking at me.

  "You are so peaceful in your sleep. I didn't mean to wake you, just couldn’t resist touching you."

  "Oh, how long has it been?"

  "I don't know and I don't care."

  "I guess I don't care either."

  I smile and lower my lips to kiss him. Then I feel his erection waking up inside of me.

  "Are we still? Uh..." I can't say it out loud.

  "Yes, I'm still buried inside of you, and I love it!"

  I try to hide my face in the crook of his neck, but he catches me before I have a chance.

  "Look at me. Kiss me."

  I follow and kiss him passionately, feeling his erection growing to its full length. I tighten my core muscles and he gasps.

  "A little naughty, aren't you?"

  I don't reply, just kiss him harder and shift on top of him. First slowly, grinding my clit against him, getting more aroused. Then I rise up and ride him, lifting up and plunging down. He matches my every thrust, lifting his hips to meet mine. Being on top, I enjoy a good view of him. Narrow hips with a well-defined V, chiseled pectorals, wide shoulders with sculpted muscles, and strong arms. His nipples are flat and taut when I run my fingers over them. He seems to enjoy the view he’s getting himself. In the heat of the moment, I forgot yet again how exposed I am. His hands are on my hips, moving up to cup my breasts. He rolls my nipples and pulls on them to elongate them into sharp peaks. The sensations run though my body and I find it difficult to stay upward. The next moment, I'm on my side, one leg in the air. He is thrusting into me, going even deeper than before. This position lets him stimulate new areas, and I'm so close now. I wiggle out of his grip and turn my butt up to him.

  "Naughty, naughty little girl."

  He holds my hips and guides his cock back in, slowly at first, but gripping me hard at the last moment and thrusting roughly into me. I gasp and try to support myself on my elbows. He wraps his hand around me, pulling me up, and reaches to cup my breasts. I straighten up against his chest, and he goes for my clit with his other hand. We are doing a slow dance, so I take the lead and rub against him, up and down.

  My body is pressed tight against his. His lips are on my neck, sucking and biting. I run my fingers into his curls, pushing him closer to me. His teeth grind against my skin and I tremble. He pushes me forward on the bed, spreads my legs wide and lies on top of me. His cocks finds a way back into my body and he works it against me. I have the feel of his steel frame on top of mine. The weight and strength are not scary or intimidating, instead I feel cherished and protected. I feel worshipped.

  He kisses between my shoulders, sending thrills down to my toes. I never even suspected this was an erogenous zone for me. I turn my head and try to look up at him. His face is t
ense, like he’s afraid to let go too soon.

  "I’m almost there."

  I slide my hand under my belly to touch my clit and feel his fingers lacing with mine and rubbing against me. Then he turns me over and I'm still on the bottom, with him between my legs. His fingers are on my clit, I cover them with mine and guide his moves. He plunges into me and moves in a perfect rhythm, our own rhythm. It’s amazing how we feel each other, knowing just how to move.

  "Let's do it together again."

  I’m looking him straight in the eyes as I say it, and realize I’m comfortable, not shying away as usual.

  "Oh yeah, baby! Together! Now!" His fingers run a full circle around my clit culminating at the center with a bit more pressure while his hips push hard into me. His words combined with skills and an intuitive knowledge of my body are my downfall. I come apart in front of him, putting every ounce of my remaining energy into an effort to keep my eyes open. Our eyes are locked as he lowers to kiss me. I let go entirely and my muscles contract around his length, sending him over the edge. His eyes are trained on me, and I realize he is struggling to keep them open. I look straight into the deep blues as we both come apart. The feeling is unreal, as if looking into someone's bared sole, no disguises, no pretenses.

  A single tear runs down my cheek and I try to wipe it before he realizes it was there. As always, nothing escapes his attention. He lowers down, cradling himself between my legs, his face inches from mine. Our stomachs and chests are touching, leaving no space in between. His face is full of concern. The lighthearted expression that’s usually there is gone, replaced by a pain that’s hard to describe.