by Desiree Holt
She had no idea how they made it through the meal, including dessert. The sexual tension between them vibrated across the table like a living thing. They shared a rich chocolate cake for dessert, Alex feeding it to her bit by bit and wiping a speck of chocolate from her mouth. Her pussy was so wet and her nipples so hard when they were finished at last she hoped she’d be able to walk out of the place without disgracing herself.
“I’ll follow you home,” Alex said when the valet brought their cars around.
“Actually,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound as unsure as she felt, “I thought I’d follow you home. I’d love to see the kind of house you live in.”
She wanted sex with Alex McMann, but she wanted it on her terms. No messy emotional entanglement. She already felt too much of a connection with him. Taking him home would be letting him into her personal life. If they went to his house she could leave and go home, just as she always did. She never brought a man into her own bedroom. It personalized it too much. And for her sex was merely a physical exercise. She intended to keep it this way.
I can maintain control with him. I can.
But a little voice whispered to her, Who are you trying to convince? He had you at ‘hello’.
She shook it off, dug out a flirty smile and waited for his answer.
He hesitated a moment, a strange look on his face, one she couldn’t identify. Then he nodded. “Okay. Good thing I cleaned up this morning.”
She knew the neighborhood where he lived, of course, one with older homes and large trees. Many of the people who’d bought these homes has remodeled them and/or enlarged them. Alex’s was a distinctive Craftsman bungalow, dark green with pale green trim. A huge oak tree in the front yard provided shade for the porch. Livy could imagine herself sitting on that porch on a warm Texas day, sipping iced tea, or maybe a chilled glass of wine, Alex’s arm around her—
Stop it, you moron. He only wants to get you into bed. Take it for what it is, scratch that itch and move on to business.
Alex pulled into the garage then motioned for her to park in the driveway.
“I know it’s a two car garage,” he told her, but the other half is taken up by what I can only call stuff.”
“Stuff?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Uh huh. Everything from my lawnmower to ski equipment I haven’t used in three years.”
“I didn’t know you skied,” she commented as she got out of her car.
“We had a project—a ski village—going in Colorado so I had a lot of opportunity then. Not so much anymore.”
“You’ll probably get a chance while the project is being built. I’m sure you flew into Jackson Hole when you went out to walk the property and discovered it’s only half an hour away. One of the finest ski lodges in the world is there.”
“I’m planning on it.” He held her elbow as they walked up to the porch. “Do you ski?”
“Mm hmm. Maybe we can take in the slopes together.” If I don’t screw this up.
“Sounds good to me.”
He unlocked the door and ushered her inside. Her eyes widened at the gleaming hardwood floors, the intricate baseboards and ceiling molding, the wide windows that looked out to the backyard. She wished it wasn’t so dark so she could see what was out there. Even the balustrade for the stairs looked as if it has been restored and refinished. The walls were a soft cream, the furniture casual and welcoming.
Her eyes popped when he showed her the kitchen. Every appliance was top of the line, the counters granite, the floor exquisite tile.
“I thought you didn’t cook?”
He chuckled. “I don’t. I’m hoping some woman will fall in love with my kitchen and marry me for it.”
At the word marry her stomach clenched and she forced herself to relax.
“You seem edgy.” Alex pulled her around to face him. “You can still change your mind, you know. There’s no penalty for that.”
She shook her head. “Not on your life.”
In the next instant his mouth came down on hers, soft at first, just brushing against it. Then it became hard and insistent, his tongue brushing the seam of her closed lips until she opened for him and he swept inside. His tongue was like a flame, burning her every place it touched and scorching her clear to her toes. He glided across her tongue, inviting her to dance with him and she did, willingly. Gladly.
Time stopped, nothing existing except for her and this man.
One of his large hands slid down her back, making gentle circles until it reached her buttocks, then squeezing her cheek gently. She clenched the muscles of her ass at his touch and tried to push herself closer to him. He was hard all over, especially the thick length of his cock probing at her through the fabric of his slacks. She wanted to touch it with her hands, wrap her lips around it, feel it filling her cunt, stretching her inner muscles.
But she also didn’t want him to stop kissing her. Ever. She couldn’t remember a kiss in her life that electrified her so, that woke up every one of her senses and made her so sexually hungry. She wanted him to rip off her clothes and fuck her until she lost her mind, to bury himself so deeply in her body that she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended.
A warning buzzer sounded in her mind.
Easy, girl. This is your show. Don’t lose control.
Ha ha. Easier said than done.
When neither of them could breathe any more Alex lifted his head.
“I think we should take this into the bedroom.” His voice was thick with desire. Gravelly.
“Sounds good to me.” Her own voice sounded strange.
He lifted her in his arms, pausing while she kicked off her shoes, then carried her up the wide staircase to the master suite. Later she’d take careful note of the details. Now she only noticed he flicked a switch with his elbow that lit a lamp beside the bed, yanked the covers back and gently sat her on the edge. Kneeling before her, he reached beneath her short skirt and gently rolled her pantyhose down her legs.
“I always thought removing a woman’s pantyhose was sexy,” he told her as he worked the flimsy material over her feet and dropped it on the floor. Now I’m sure of it.”
Her breath caught as he reached beneath the dress again and did the same thing with her thong, a scrap of navy satin. He held it to his nose and inhaled her essence before rubbing the material across his face.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Wet. You’re soaked, Livy. I love it. You scent is so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
He ran his hands up and down her legs, first on the top then underneath, pausing to dance his fingers over that sensitive area behind her knees. He skimmed her skin like a faint summer breeze, barely touching yet she knew he could feel the heat rising from her. Those same clever fingers danced lightly over the lips of her pussy, hardly slipping into the folds before retreating, leaving her hungry for more of his touch.
Hiking her skirt to her waist, he pushed her back so she had to lean on her hands for support. Then, lifting her legs one at a time he placed them on his shoulders and lowered his head between her thighs. At the first lash of his tongue along her wet slit her entire body reacted, sizzling as if lightning had zapped her clit. She wanted to beg him to do it again, completely forgetting that she’d made up her mind to be in control of the situation.
He blew a warm breath on the lips of her cunt then slid his tongue her length again. With the tip of it he circled her now-throbbing clit, first brushing the tip then probing lightly beneath its protective hood. She tried to lift her hips to him but his strong fingers held her firmly in place, so she closed her eyes and let the charged feeling wash through her.
Gone was the businesswoman, the high-powered executive who was in control of every minute. With his clever hands and erotic touch and softly murmured words he was turning her into a whimpering, needy woman to do anything and everything with her.
The walls of her cunt spasmed, hungry to feel his touch, his fingers, his cock. But Alex McMann was like a man on a miss
ion, relentless in his teasing. He licked, he teased, he nibbled, finally stiffening his tongue and sliding it into her waiting tunnel. Her inner muscle clamped around his tongue, the friction sent hot thrills through the rest of her body. She tried to ride his tongue, to move back and forth but he was relentless, holding her firm, giving her only what he chose to give her.
Her climax ripped her through her like a summer storm, shaking her, invading her bloodstream and her nerves. She pulsed over and over again, her body pulling in his tongue as if she’d never let it go. And maybe she didn’t want to. But eventually he slipped it out, licking the wet flesh of her labia, flicking over her clit and sucking it into his mouth.
She wanted to fall back on the bed, let her breathing even out even as heat rose within her again. But Alex seemed to have his own plan of action. He held her upright while he eased the dress over her head and made quick work of her lacy bra. Lifting her and moving her around on the bed so her head was on the pillows, he straddled her body and took her breasts in his hands. He cradled them in his palms, thumbs rasping lightly against nipples so sensitive she cried out at his touch.
When he bent his head to take one taut bud into his mouth she moaned in delicious pain, her hands reaching up to clasp his head and keep it in one place. He spent a long time worshiping her breasts, murmuring how beautiful they were and admiring her nipples. Sucking, nipping, squeezing, alternating with feather kisses along her neck and at the hollow of her throat where she could feel the thrum of her pulse.
She tugged his shirt from his trousers, desperate to feel the nakedness of his skin beneath her hands. His back was hard, the muscles bunching beneath the taut skin. Her fingers traced every bump of his spine, dancing from his neck to as far down as she could reach.
Alex never allowed himself to be distracted by her touch for even a moment. He worked on her breasts until, unexpectedly, a very soft orgasm rolled through her, barely more than a hint of one but enough to ramp up her need for him to truly fuck her. To give her what she wanted. She didn’t ever remember a man making her come just from playing with her breasts and it was such a delectable experience. She opened her eyes to see Alex staring into hers with his own darkened almost to black. A smug expression crawled across his face.
“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she said weakly.
“Uh huh.” He winked. “And with good reason. You are just a real tasty treat, Olivia D’Angelo. One I plan to partake of often and freely.”
Just when had she really lost control of this whole situation? And she didn’t seem able to summon the energy to regain it.
“Take off your clothes,” she rasped. “Please.”
His face flushed with desire. “No problem.”
He rolled off the bed and stripped with easy efficiency, tossing his clothes onto a chair. Livy couldn’t control her hunger at the sight of him. He was like a warrior, every inch of him muscled, dark hair matting his chest and sprinkled on his forearms and thighs. Wide shoulders narrowed down to lean hips and thick dark hair surrounded a cock jutting proudly from his groin.
Ohmigod!
His chuckle had an edge to it. “Like what you see?”
“You know I do.” She reached out a hand and wiggled her fingers. “Gimme.”
He moved to stand beside the bed and she shifted so she was sitting upright, legs dangling over the edge. She reached for his penis, ran her thumb along the pulsing, ropy vein that ran along the underside. Felt the hard steel of him beneath the velvet soft skin. Rubbed her thumb over the purple head and smoothed the bead of fluid at the slit around and around.
Alex gasped and clenched his fists at his side.
“I don’t have too much control left,” he told her.
“Too bad,” she teased, barely able to get the words out as aroused as she was. “Your turn now.”
And for the moment, at least, she’d regained some kind of control.
She used her hands lightly on his shaft, barely enough to create friction, feeling it jump beneath her touch at each up and down slide. When she leaned forward and licked the head, probing the slit with her tongue, the muscles in his stomach tightened and he groaned. And when she cupped his balls and took him farther into her mouth he made a strangled sound in his throat.
“Have mercy,” he begged. “I want to be inside you. Now.”
She wanted the same thing. Needed it. Giving him one last swipe with her tongue she leaned back on the bed again and handed control back to him. How could she deny herself what she wanted so badly?
“Come on, then,” she told him in a soft voice.
He grabbed condoms from the nightstand drawer, ripped one packet open and sheathed himself in seconds. Then he was on the bed again, trailing kisses from her breasts down to her cunt before bending her legs to her chest and positioning himself at her opening.
She wanted it hard and fast now, but again he teased and tormented. He inched into her tunnel a millimeter at a time, so agonizingly slowly that she cried out in desperation.
“Please, please, please.”
Just when she thought she’d lose her mind from wanting, he gave one final thrust and was all the way in. He seemed to fill every space in her body, not just her pussy. Even her mind, He was everywhere, blending the two of them together. And then he began the ride.
Slow then fast, pulling out than thrusting hard back into her. She clawed at his back trying to urge him to increase his pace. She could feel the rigid tension in his body, see the muscles corded in his neck. When she was about to scream she felt him tense even more, lift his hips and drive into her again and again and again.
She came over and over just as his own climax gripped him. She was falling into space, wrapped in an erotic fog for which there was no bottom. No end. Winds picked her up and tossed her. Every muscle in her body spasmed over and over, in cadence with Alex’s cock pulsing inside her.
And then it was over, leaving her drained. Alex collapsed on top of her, catching his weight on his forearms. She lay back limply, their sweat-slicked bodies glued to each other, breath seesawing out of them, heartbeats thundering hard. Minutes passed before either of them could even think to move. Then Alex brushed her damp hair back from her face and smiled at her.
“Isn’t it nice that we didn’t linger too long over dinner.” He smiled at her.
She wanted to think of some smart, witty remark but her brain seemed to be malfunctioning. All she could do was nod and say, “Mm hmm.”
He eased himself gently from her body, disposed of the condom then lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She was so comfortable lying spoon against him, their bodies still warm and damp from the incredible sex, his cock, now semihard, nudging against the crevice of her buttocks. The air was filled with their musk, the sensual aroma that called to her senses and made her want more.
Wait! I’m supposed to be in charge here.
But Alex was lightly stroking her arm, her hip, the edge of her thigh before slipping his hand around to cup a breast. His thumb toyed with her nipple, and to her incredible surprise it stiffened again. She couldn’t be ready again so soon, could she?
“Catch your breath,” he murmured in her ear, his breath whispering against her. “Just lie here. Let me take care of you.”
“But—”
“Ssh.”
How could she tell him she didn’t want him to take care of her when he wouldn’t listen to her? Besides, he felt so good next to her and she was so secure in his arms. Her eyelids drifted shut and she eased into a light sleep. She was dreaming but she couldn’t figure out what was going on. She tried to turn but something was holding her in place.
“It’s okay,” a warm male voice said. “I’ve got you.”
She blinked. “Alex?”
“I hope so since this is my bed we’re in. I hated to wake you but I think we’d both feel better if we had a shower.”
She closed her eyes and tried to snuggle into the covers.
Alex laughed, a lo
w sound of amusement. “Uh uh. Shower first, then sleep. Come on, I’ll carry you.”
He did, taking her into the sexiest shower she’d ever seen. And she’d seen a lot of them. He set her on her feet so her could turn on the shower, and instead of a steady stream, mist appeared from multiple shower heads, carrying with it the scent of eucalyptus. Alex must have flipped a switch somewhere because very soft music drifted into the steamy air, something relaxing that merged with the soothing aroma of the eucalyptus.
“Come on.” Alex held out his hand to her. “This will ease your muscles.” Hit nipped her ear. “Everywhere.”
Okay, a shower couldn’t hurt, right? It was just a shower.
But once he got her inside, it seemed to turn into something else. He placed a folded towel on the long bench built into one wall and knelt beside her on the tile, the water misting all around them, and began to give her the most sensuous massage she’d ever had. He began at her toes and worked his way slowly up to her ankles. Who knew feet could be an erogenous zone?
“You need to take off that power suit more often.” His low voice set up vibrations deep inside her. “I like the woman inside.”
“She’s the same one,” Livy murmured, lulled by his hands, the music. Everything.
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
She heard the rasp of desire in his tone. If she’d been thinking more clearly she would have told him what he saw was what he got. But his hands! Oh lord, they were amazing. They rubbed and kneaded every muscle in her calves, her thighs, her buttocks and all the way up her back to her shoulders. He even massaged the nape of her neck. By the time he turned her over if she’d had one ounce of energy left it was gone.
He worked on the front of her body, paying the same thoughtful attention to each muscle but carefully avoiding her pussy that was throbbing once again. She was nearly asleep again when he slipped his hands between his thighs, rubbing the insides very lightly before letting his fingers whisper over the swollen lips. His touch was so feathery she wasn’t sure at first if she was imagining it or not. But when he probed gently inside her cunt she let her thighs fall apart and gave him complete access.
