by Alex Elliott
She closes her crystal blue eyes and I twist my fingers tighter into her hair. “No. Open your beautiful eyes and look at me. I want to see you as I fuck your unforgettable mouth.”
I pump my hips, moving faster until I’m rocketing into a mind-blowing realm, past the point of no return. Xavia sucks me harder, keeping her suction vise on my crown and I’m there! Crashing over the edge, I jet a hot stream into her mouth. I’m thrusting and throbbing against her tongue as jolts of pleasure spark across my skin.
My entire body goes rigid as another spasm rips through me. She doesn’t stop sucking me, but flicks her piercing across the tight bundle of nerves at the back of my dick. HOLY FUUCCKK!
I’m raring to go. A fucking machine. It’s like I haven’t even come. “Got to get inside you!”
I haul her up from her knees, steering her ahead of me onto the bed. I watch as she climbs onto the mattress, and pushes up onto her elbows.
“Down,” I order, moving next to her, spreading her lovely legs apart. I’m so hard and focus my concentration on her pussy. Swiping my fingers between her legs, she’s slick soft silk. Mine. All fucking mine.
My heart drums, ready to burst out of my chest. She pushes her heat against my fingers and I flash a glance up to her face. “You like giving head?”
“I do... to you.” She laughs and her eyes beckon me.
“Better only be for me.” Reaching down, I grab my cock—fuck, I’m so hard—pure steel and ravenous for this woman. I align my crown with her entrance and thrust forward. In one swift slide, I’m there. Buried deep inside her—mind-blowing to my senses.
“Bennett. Fuck!” She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her beautiful head and she lifts her knees, taking me deeper inside.
“That’s right.” I take hold of her hips, pounding my cock between her slick folds.
I tell myself slow down, but I can’t. She’s under me—we’re naked—in a bed. I’m hungry, horny, needing her clamped around me with her tight body. I curl my fingers over her slim hips, and flex back and piston roughly, without mercy, burying my length inside her. I lower my head and kiss her swollen lips, tasting myself in her mouth. I kiss her harder, forcing apart her lips until I’m lost in our kiss. Lost in her.
Hiking up her hips, I plunge my cock into her and haul her to me. Holding her still. Forcing her to take all of me. Sweat drips down my body as I withdraw my cock and plunge back into her again. She rakes her nails down my back, digging her fingers into my skin and I shudder in pleasure, my muscles cinching, and every synapse in my brain explodes. Earlier tonight, I’d pushed aside the mind-blowing contrast of her, or rather the risk she represents—pain versus X, sin versus sex—wrapped and underneath me. A path into my soul.
But now, I want it all. Her. Me. Us.
Good, dangerous, road to ruin. My own personal doorway is marked with a huge ‘X’ for a reason.
“Is this what you need?” I’m hungry to hear her agree.
“Yes. So much,” she says in a hoarse voice. Her pupils are large and her breath is fast.
“X,” I reply, thrusting into her so deep. “I want all of you.”
“Don’t you know?” She reaches up and touches my face. “Bennett, you’ve got me.”
She’s mine and I’m grinding my hips, suddenly detouring into a different route beyond fast and furious. With her under me and maybe because I already came, I want to withhold, take my time with her...this skin-on-skin fuck that I haven’t done in forever. Arching upward, I press against her hips as we rock together. Lifting her, I guide her pussy, until she’s swaying in a circuit as we move more synchronous than the gears in a watch.
We fuck in harmony. Each time my cock thrusts into her fully, our breaths punctuate our rhythm, our force—this consummate feeling of owning her and being out of my mind is matchless. I’m ready to rocket into orbit, but I want to take her with me. Keep her close.
That thought stuns me to the core and I hold back as I observe her, memorizing this night. What is it about her that has me falling under her spell?
Ever since I met her, she makes me feel like I’m not a commodity, like I’m flesh, blood, bone...a man... not a sound bite, not a bloodsucker, not for sale.
With X, I’m just me.
For a while, she keeps us slow, using tiny circular rotations of her hips, tiny nips, her teeth grazing all up and down my neck. But then she shifts closer, whispering, “I’m gonna shatter, Bennett.”
How can I tell her I’m right there with her? Absolutely, I want her to splinter apart like I’m about to. A voice whispers, “Don’t tell her the truth.”
Fuck. I bow out, vowing I’ll hold on and hold in this feeling of needing her more than my next breath. I want Xavia to be filled with as much—no more than what I’m feeling. Instead of sharing the truth, I bite her, nip her tender flesh, kiss her shoulder hard and then suck and suck a point on her skin until I’m certain she’ll have a bruise marring her body. Another one—each a mark of me on the verge.
Proof. Silent. Jeering that she’s inside me. I want more from her than anyone I have ever known, inexplicable and wholly irritating but also inescapable.
Only one recourse and that’s to take from her all I can get. I dip my face until my mouth meets her other shoulder, skimming my lips to her neck, sucking the place where she covered up my bite marks from the other night with makeup. Not anymore.
We’re sweating so I rub the pad of my thumb against her throat, until each mark is no longer hidden on her skin. Soon enough, the outer evidence of us together will fade from view ... unlike what we do tonight—that marks us indelibly.
We’re naked... but I want her more than naked.
I won’t stop until she’s open to me all the way.
With me...all the way!
Tattooed as mine, ONLY MINE...in every fucking way!
Staring down at her, I slam my cock into her and demand, “Talk to me. Tell me what you want. Tell me what this feels like.”
She looks up and meets my gaze. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I want to know!”
I move faster, harder and she tells me what it’s like to have me inside her with words strung out on a moan. “Perfect. Like I can’t get enough. I want you, Bennett. Like a drug.”
“Tell me more.”
I slow and she speaks in a pleading voice, “Please, don’t stop.”
Each sound she utters is tantalizing to my senses. I withhold and tease her with the head of my cock at her entrance, needing to see her come undone. “Look at us. We’re perfect together.”
“Incredible,” she says.
“Keep talking and I’ll keep fucking you.”
“Prick,” she groans out but smiles. “You’re amazing. I don’t know anyone like you.” She lifts her head, watching my cock, and licks her incredible lips.
We’re looking at our bodies come together, and then slide apart.
“Do you want more?” I stop if she stops talking.
“Senator Stone. Don’t...play... the SOB card!”
Her voice is halting, her neck is arching, and she’s raking her nails down my skin. My baby is close.
“You like it,” I whisper, lifting her arms by the wrists over her head. Her legs tighten around my waist. She tells me she’s near and that I need to be ready. “Little sub, come for me.”
Against my neck, she whispers, “Sir, I want us to come together.”
Fuck, I’m so ready with each swivel of her surreal hips, she brings me closer to the edge, closer to the moment I’m afraid I might tell her what I truly feel. How the hell is this even possible?
“God!” I groan. “Fuck. X, get there!”
I resume thrusting into her. Pounding my cock. I speed up my slams, moving and curling my fingers over her waist. I lift onto my knees, bringing her body up to me while I impale her with my cock as she clenches. Holy fuck, she squeezes my dick. Again, she spasms, yelling my name.
That’s it—I can’t hold back and thrust into her wi
th all I’ve got. My body—all of me...muscles, bone, and blood are on fire as I release with a force that shreds my thoughts.
Scalding pleasure tears through me as I fill her with my release. Thunderstruck, I fall onto the bed next to X, still imbedded deep inside her hot, tight body.
I pull her next to me.
Sweaty and panting, I say her name, “Xavia.”
Her name is all I can get out—the rest of what I feel stays safely locked within me until I meet her liquid blue eyes and my chest threatens to rip open. “You’re beautiful. So fucking indescribable.”
“You’re the same,” she murmurs, smiling.
I grin back at her as I lower my mouth to her skin, nuzzle her neck, and then kiss her pillow-soft lips until she pulls back. “I want to learn more about you. Take me to your club. Promise me.”
I stare into her eyes, my pulse racing. “We’ll go this Saturday.”
“Tell me what to expect,” she whispers, kissing my mouth.
“Expect to be owned.”
“In front of everyone?” Her eyes widen.
I trace my fingers along her cheek. “I’ll make sure everyone there knows you’re mine. Only mine. The rest is up to you.”
“I’m yours,” she says, lowering her face to my chest.
No way to resist her and I wrap her in my arms, pulling her close, inhaling her scent, so deep inside my body, I’ll be marked cell-by-cell by this girl. Our legs and arms are entangled, our sweaty bodies a mess, but for once, I can clearly see my future, and she’s so fucking in it.
~This is just the beginning.~
Bennett and Xavia will return~
February 2015
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Acknowledgements
This story would not be possible without the tremendous amount of support from an extraordinary amount of people.
I’m grateful to my family for their unrelenting contribution and help in bouncing back ideas and putting up with my oddball writing hours. To each and every person who read this story in the beginning on fanfic, and voted a ‘hell yeah’ for twisted, dark romance...it’s here! I cherish the smacks, and those who came out at times with ‘staunch shouty’ capital letter messages, to do it! Definitely, I needed the kicks, and, dammit you gave ‘em. From my heart and imagination to yours, thank you!!
To my amazing proofer, Marlene Engle—thank you so very much. Girl, you rocked this story sideways, and I appreciate you more than you might know! Catch Marlene at Book Mama’s Blog. She’s wonderful.
Thank you to River Rock Graphics for the cover and formatting of this book.
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About the Author
I’m not new to writing, but I am new to writing dark political erotica that crisscrosses genres. I go by the name of Alex Elliott. What can I say? I’m a born dreamer. Twister of the truth. Business owner in the field of engineering. I’ve worked in D.C.—hell yeah! What’s important to me? Family foremost. Friends. And the next horizon.
Thanks for reading this story. It’s been one helluva journey in writing and researching. Did this kind of romance resonate with you? There’s more to come. If you have an opinion, let me know. Thanks, if you post a review—the crazier, more off-the-wall the better!
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