Temptation In Lingerie

by Gina Gordon

  “A master of more than one point of entry.”

  His eyes widened. He looked shocked but not shocked enough to be speechless. It was clear by the look on his face he didn’t like where this conversation was going. The truth was, it made her sick talking to Janet. The very thought of Aleks touching her. Ugh, Janet was a dirty slut!

  “Why are you so bent out of shape?”

  “Even in having sex you treated me like a kid. I told you I wanted what all the other girls had. I wanted to be with you.”

  “You were with me.”

  “The real you.”

  “How do you know that wasn’t the real me? Maybe it’s all just an act.”

  Could it be? False bravado. After all these years the sexually confident, charmingly arrogant

  man she knew was afraid.

  “Janet Mead was a slut, Carrie. There was no reason to–”

  “Treat her with kindness? You’re a pig.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant. She didn’t want love. She just wanted sex. All the girls I date, that’s all they want.”

  “And you are more than happy to give it to them.”

  “Why not?” He shrugged.

  “Why not me? Why can’t you give me what you gave them?” “You’re not them. I don’t...”

  Carrie sauntered forward, throwing her purse on the bed. “You need to stop seeing me as a little girl.” Her jacket hit the brown comforter next. She lifted her shirt over her head and stood in front of him.

  “Carrie, what are you doing?”

  “I don’t want you to hold back.” She slid the zipper of her skirt down and let it puddle on the floor at her feet. Carrie was happy she’d chosen the matching underwear set that morning. If he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, she was going to take it. “I want you, Aleks. All of you. Good, bad, scary, aggressive. Whatever it is, I want it.”

  Aleks tensed as his eyes surveyed her body.

  “I need this, Aleks. We never have to speak of it again. But I need you. I need to know I’ve had you.”

  “Why?”

  Carrie stared at him for a long time before she decided to tell the truth. Maybe it would open his eyes. Maybe it would bring them closer together. If nothing else, maybe now he could see her as a sexual being, a woman and not a little girl that he needed to protect.

  “I need it so I can get over you.”

  “Over me?”

  “If I have you, maybe I can finally put the fantasy to rest. I need you to treat me like you

  treat them. I need to know that I mean nothing to you.”

  “You think you mean nothing?” He crowded her space, sucking all the courage she managed to muster with only a few short steps.

  “You don’t have to pretend you care.”

  “Who’s pretending?” They weren’t the exact words she wanted to hear or at least the words that she’d rattled around in her brain for the last eighteen years.

  “Are you going to give me what I want?” She pushed aside her fear, drawing strength from the bad girl that lived deep down in her psyche. Carrie knew what she had to do. “I’m more than happy to help.”

  She sat down on the bed and slid up, resting her upper body on the mound of pillows at the head of the bed.

  “What are you doing?”

  Carrie slid her hands over her body. Doing exactly what she would be doing if she was alone. She rubbed her breasts through her bra.

  “I want you, Aleks.” He stood at the end of the bed. His hands twitching at his sides. “Don’t you want me?”

  She saw he tried to respond, but he got distracted when she moved her hand between her legs.

  “If you’re not going to join me, then I’m forced to have fun all on my own.” His eyes never left her center. “Do you want to see what I do when I’m alone?”

  “Fuck, yes.” It was obvious he was trying hard to keep himself in check, but the strain in his pants told her it wouldn’t take much for him to jump on her.

  She slid aside the fabric that covered her sex and pushed her index finger inside. With her finger lubed, Carrie circled her clit.

  “Do you have any idea how hot this is? Watching you touch yourself.”

  She knew. Because doing it for him was the most erotic thing she had ever done. “Mmm... it feels good. Not as good as if you were touching me. Don’t you want to touch me?”

  Aleks started forward then stopped. Pulling himself back, content to watch the show she put on for him with one hand working her swollen nub, the other kneading her aching breasts. She was breaking him down.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  Revenge? Need? Satisfaction? She didn’t know. Yet at this moment, Carrie had transformed into a woman she didn’t even recognize. Maybe that’s what she needed to do in order to get him to break down his defenses. Get rid of all things Carrie.

  “Do you know what I think about when I touch myself?”

  All his physical actions told her he was engaged. Enjoying. His eyes followed the hand that rubbed between her legs.

  “I think of you.” She heard a grunt. “I think about your hands touching my breasts. Your cock sliding in and out of my mouth.”

  Carrie was starting to pant. Her words, his stare, and the action of her hand between her legs had her teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

  “I think about your mouth all over my body.” She wondered if Aleks realized he slid his tongue across his bottom lip. Was it at the thought of tasting her? There was only one way to find out. “I wish your mouth was on me right now.”

  She sped up her rhythm and moaned. No more talking, she needed to finish. Laying her head back, Carrie shut her eyes tight, concentrating on the image of Aleks’s face between her legs. She was there, on the verge of release. She peeked at him. He was stroking his cock while he watched her. The sight of him nudged her over the line, and she broke apart. His figure blurred in front of her. She embraced the tremors that rolled through her body and eased her hands out of her slippery cunt.

  When she refocused, Aleks still stood at the foot of the bed but his hand no longer stroked his cock. He was still erect but not giving himself any release. He didn’t need her permission, but maybe an incentive was needed.

  “If you’re not going to touch me, you can touch yourself.”

  She brought her hands up to her breasts and pulled down the lace, tweaking at her nipples. His hand returned to his shaft. His movements were rough. The lack of moisture on his shaft

  made it difficult to slide his hand up and down.

  Carrie crawled across the bed on all fours, positioning herself in front of his groin.

  The muscles twitched in his jaw. Aleks had willpower, she would give him that, but it wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

  “That doesn’t look like it’s getting the job done.” She reached for his hand and removed it from his shaft. Carrie had to pull hard to get him to let her lead his hand between her legs. She stroked his fingers along her slit then inside, coating them with her thick cream, then brought his hand back to his cock. “That should be a little better.”

  Aleks wiped the front and back of his fingers along the top side of his length, then enclosed the head in his hand. He slid a little more smoothly, not only could she see it, but she could hear it, his short grunts grew louder.

  “I still don’t think that’s good enough.”

  While his hand stroked, she licked his balls. With first contact, they twitched. Carrie moved up and licked the underside of his shaft, then the tip, licking wherever his hand was not. When she enclosed her lips around the head, he let go, giving her the opportunity to swallow him in one long, smooth movement.

  “Christ.”

  Carrie held him still in the back of her throat. Remembering what he liked from their last encounter, she flicked at the underside of the corona and then swirled around the head. Flick then swirl.

  Aleks threw his head back. He was close, but he wouldn’t stay that way for long. She took him deep one m
ore time then released him.

  His head shot back up and he looked down, a confused look on his face.

  “Was that your plan all along?” he asked. Carrie pumped her hand along his shaft as he spoke. “Get me within an inch of ecstasy and then leave me high and dry.”

  “Ecstasy is only a few more licks away.” She was on his cock in an instant, her tongue flat against the base of his shaft. Then slowly Carrie made her way up, never severing their eye contact. Aleks didn’t need to tell her what he wanted. His eyes spoke for him. Beneath his hunger, there was fear. She was scared too, but not enough to let him get away. “Aleks? Are you really going to make me–the girl who holds the key to your pleasure in my hot, wet mouth–beg?”

  “You want to be with Aleks the man whore?”

  “Yes.” The word came out in a whisper.

  “Aleks the man whore doesn’t feel like playing today.” He wrapped his hand around the

  back of her neck and guided her back to his still hard cock. “But Aleks your friend is here, and I’m very interested in how fast your mouth can bring me to ecstasy.”

  Chapter 11

  That Reiki stuff was bullshit. It was turning Aleks into a little girl. A whiny, little girl. He had a beautiful woman positioned in front of his cock, ready to let him unleash and all he could think about was what this meant. Where would they go after this?

  Carrie didn’t waste any time taking him into her mouth when he pushed her forward. She continued her teasing game, revving him up, then releasing. She picked up speed, her hand clasping the base of him, it moved along with the motions of her mouth.

  Aleks was in awe of her magnificent skill. She played with his balls, twisting and twirling them between her fingers. She enjoyed teasing him, but his need was too urgent. Aleks grabbed her hair and held her in place while he fucked her mouth. Carrie took him deep with every thrust.

  Her index finger strayed, caressing the smooth skin behind his balls. The pressure put him over the top. A roar escaped his mouth, and with one last thrust he let his hot seed spurt down the back of her throat. When he withdrew, her tongue ran up on his shaft, licking away any evidence of his release.

  Aleks got rid of his jeans and in an instant he was on her, kissing her with force. He slid her up the bed and threatened, “You’re going to pay for that little stunt.”

  What better way to seek his revenge than by getting her fired up but never allowing her release? She wanted him to take for himself. Think about his own pleasure. The only thing he could think about was taking her sweet cunt in his mouth and hearing her scream.

  He blew on her sex. Aleks could smell the scent of her arousal, it flooded his nostrils, kick- starting his blood flow to the place he needed it the most.

  “You fantasize about my mouth on your body?” he asked. She nodded. “Where do I spend the most time?”

  Carrie lifted her pelvis toward his face, inviting him to taste. “Mmm...do you like when my mouth is on your pussy?”

  All she did was moan.

  “What do I do with your pussy?”

  It took her a few harsh breaths to get her words out. “You lick up the middle.” He followed her instruction. She was quick to catch on to his game. “Then you lick your way around, trying to find my hole.” He lapped at her folds, first her outer lips then he made his way to the warm, moist flesh. “When you find it you thrust your tongue inside.” He obeyed. “Ahhh... Fuck me with your tongue. Just like that.”

  Aleks continued to penetrate her with his rigid tongue. “Oh God, yes.”

  The hotter she got, the closer she came to orgasm. Between his saliva and her juices her pussy became a sweet, sticky mess and like a starving man, he couldn’t get enough. Aleks fastened his mouth on her core. He kissed her pussy like he did her mouth with strong pulls of his lips and soft lashes of his tongue.

  “My clit!”

  He moved up and sucked on her hard bead. Her body thrashed as she came. Carrie closed her legs, flanking his head, muffling the sound of her screams as he continued to demonstrate his ability while she shuddered on top of the bed.

  “Aleks.” Her legs fell away. “Aleks.”

  He didn’t let up. He continued to suck on her pussy lips. Memorizing her taste. Savoring her scent.

  “Oh, wow!” Carrie reached up and grabbed on to a pillow. She held it tightly in her hands.

  He watched her face. Her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth parted, letting out her ragged breaths.

  She squeezed the pillow on the top of her head and lifted her pelvis. “More.”

  Aleks inserted a finger into her slit. Her flesh was on fire.

  “Faster.”

  Inserting another finger, he picked up the pace and continued to feed on her.

  “Shit!” Carrie rolled her head from side to side. “You’re so good at that. I... Oh God!”

  Her second orgasm lasted longer than the first, but this time he eased away from her body. Carrie laid on the brown comforter, completely spread open, her pussy glistening, her skin rosy. No matter how urgent his need to bury himself inside her, he wasn’t in any rush. Usually it was a race to the finish line. He was in, he pulled out, and then he was gone. With Carrie, Aleks was content just to look at her. So soft and inviting. So loving.

  She’s only looking for a fuck. The thought hit him hard. He couldn’t blame her. That’s really all he had to offer.

  Aleks crawled up beside her, taking her in a slow kiss. Carrie deepened it, then rolled on top of him. She straddled his body, kissing him senseless. She rubbed her pussy on his stomach, spreading her juices on his skin.

  Kissing had always been a secondary thing. A few kisses here, a couple there, and his dates were content. All they really wanted was some deep dicking. But Carrie wanted to connect. She wanted to enjoy every moment, be in sync with him every second. Something he didn’t know if he could give her.

  Aleks grabbed on to her hips and helped her ride his body. She moaned, then ripped her mouth away, taking deep hauls of breath as she settled into an upright position. Carrie cried out. The sensation against her pussy brought her to another orgasm.

  She fell against his body, and he rolled them over.

  “How do you do that?” she asked breathlessly. “How do you make me come so hard?”

  “I can’t take all the credit.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh yes, you can.” She arched into his mouth. “I bet you could make me come just by sucking on my nipples.”

  “Normally, I am a betting man but not tonight.” He sucked the second nipple into his mouth. “Get inside me. Please.”

  Aleks crawled over her body and searched in the nightstand for a condom. Carrie was impatient, grabbing the packet from his hand and sheathing him feverishly. Ready for action, he grabbed onto her waist, intent on turning her over.

  “No.” She laid her hand on his cheek. “I want to see you.”

  This was too much. He hadn’t expected her to pull a stunt like this.

  “Look at me,” she demanded.

  Never wanting to be a man that let her down, he obeyed and met her stare. The brown of her eyes had lightened, a heavy contrast with the black pupil.

  She would know. She would know just by looking in his eyes that he was scared. Aleks was in too deep with feelings he couldn’t explain. Feelings he shouldn’t be having. Something exchanged between them, something more than just sex. He knew that it brought them to a place they could never return, their friendship would never be the same, because at this moment he knew he loved her.

  Aleks positioned himself between her legs and slid inside. Gently moving his body, he made love to her. It was slow and sweet, and the entire time he watched her.

  There was no need for speed. His gentle thrusts were enough to give him release, but Aleks had a feeling it was her eyes that brought him to the edge and back. He came first, whispering her name in her ear. He felt her contract around his shaft, and she followed him over the edge.

  When t
hey were done, Aleks quickly rolled off of her and bolted to the bathroom. He ran. Like a scared little girl, he ran away from her again.

  What would happen now? Usually he split, but that was a little hard to do this time, considering this was his room and it was Carrie.

  Aleks wanted to cuddle up behind her and fall asleep. He wanted to wake up with her in his arms. But Carrie only wanted sex, and the more intimate they became the harder it was for him to remember that.

  He would head out to the couch and sleep there. Give her some privacy, some space.

  Who was he kidding? He was the one who needed the privacy and the space. His head was spinning in a million different directions, and the only way to stop the spin was to be far away from Carrie Taylor.

  He tiptoed to the door, hoping he would make it without being seen.

  “Aleks? Are you leaving?”

  The simple sound of her voice broke down his defenses. So soft and needy. Aleks couldn’t leave her behind. He didn’t want to.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” He closed the door and locked it.

  She snuggled up to him the minute he crawled under the cover. Snuggled. Aleks didn’t snuggle. But nothing felt better than the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin against his own. Carrie let out a contented sigh. Aleks had no idea what would happen when he opened his eyes in the morning but for right now, at this very moment, life was perfect.

  * * * *

  Carrie woke to a snuffled snore. The noise came from behind her.

  Beyond relaxed, she turned over and was face to face with Aleks. He slept so peacefully. His breath tickled her face, and she could feel his heart beat against her chest.

  Despite her demands, Carrie still didn’t get what she wanted. Aleks refused to be himself. But it was no less exciting. Even slow and gentle he gave her more than any other man had. But without him letting go, without him giving in to his dark side, Carrie couldn’t help but think she was just a pity fuck.

  She’d known he was trying to sneak out of the room. That wasn’t something she could allow. If she had to get out of the bed and tackle him, dragging him back, she would have. Carrie was prepared for that, but he surprised her. Aleks had come back without a fight and now he slept beside her with a calm, angelic expression on his face. An expression she had never seen before.