She retaliated by licking the palm of his hand.
Spook snatched his hand away. “You’re determined to drive me insane.”
“No,” she shook her head. “I just really want you to fuck me.”
“Alle. Were you not listening before?”
She took possession of his hand again, and pressed her mouth to the heel of his hand. “Oh, I heard you. I’m just not certain you’re as committed to your vows as you’d like me to think you are. I think beneath all the bombast, you’d really like to throw aside those shackles you’ve been dragging around and screw me senseless. Tell me I’m wrong.”
He couldn’t. “You’re killing me.”
“Not unless you can expire from pleasure. I want to drive you demented with it, but I’m prepared to take baby steps. Just give us a chance, Spook. One night even,” she persisted. “We can review in the morning, and determine if you’re on board with the idea of extending it. Please. I’ve come all this way, and you look like you could do with some pampering.”
“I suppose the alternative is enduring another of Xane’s delightful, ‘You are an utter tosser’ lectures, and watching you canoodle with Captain Bubble Butt.”
“Spook Mortensen, I swear you’re actually jeal—”
He didn’t let her finish the sentence. Of course he wasn’t. Utter nonsense.
Alle struggled and groaned, rubbed herself up against him like a cat in heat, as he wove his hands into her hair, so that he was cradling the back of her skull as if she were the one likely to bolt. Damn near every muscle in his body was on red alert for a marathon sprint towards the exit. But she’d only chase him right back to his hotel room, and then she’d have him cornered. Scarily, there was a part of him that welcomed the notion of being trapped.
She strained towards him.
“Alle, stop it.”
“Why? Am I behaving badly?” she asked, while she leaned into his grasp so hard it made his muscles ache and the cuts in his palm sting.
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Am I being brattish? Maybe you’ll have to discipline me.”
Damn her. Damn it. He drove her none too gently against the wall, jolting her body up against his. She answered with a welcoming groan of pleasure right into his mouth, and melted right into his kiss. The moment she was caught in his arms like that, so desirous, so utterly willing, his damn brain switched to autopilot. He was nothing more than an aching sack of need.
A done for sack of need, when she somehow got her hands between them and released his fly. There was no hiding exactly how much she turned him on at that point. Not when her hand wrapped around him and couldn’t encompass his length.
“Spook Mortensen, I do believe you’re excited to see me after all.”
She stroked him, up from the base, and then down from the tip, driving him out of his flippin’ mind. Every touch was torture, the brightest, purest form of ecstasy and agony entwined. Maybe he ought to just let her. Once he’d come, he’d be better able to reason and resist. If he let the sensations overwhelm him, then it wouldn’t take very much of her stroking him for that to happen.
Do you really want to be the sort of wanker that blows his load and leaves a lady wanting?
“Hands off me.” Spook spun her around so that her nose pressed against the wall. He clamped her wrists high above her head. Not to be thwarted, she pushed back against him and ground her arse against his erection. He’d gone commando, so he was wholly exposed, and she wasn’t wearing much. Just a cute little dress that showed off her curvy figure and long generous legs. “I never gave you permission to unzip me.”
“I was performing a public service – saving you from coming in your jeans. I didn’t want you to get sticky.”
“Very considerate of you.”
“I thought so. Of course, if we’re really looking into not making a mess, then one of those might come in handy.”
Following the incline of her head brought his vision to the strip of condoms. Hell. Fucking. No.
Sadly, that didn’t stop him dancing his hips, so that his cock pressed with sublime ease into the groove of her arse. There was only a thin layer of fabric separating them. He knew how soft her skin was.
There it was; right against his lips, as his mouth rode against the back of her neck. Spook’s nerve-endings tingled with the need for closer contact. He wanted to rub every inch of them together. Skin against skin, and fuck not making a mess. He was going to come all over her.
“Do you have panties on?” he asked, already in the process of transferring his hold on her wrists to one hand, so that he could inch up her skirt. She did, pretty lacy ones that were far too scratchy to stay on. Besides, he wanted her bare. The possibility of a naked Allegra, bent over for him, taking his cock wherever he chose to press it short-circuited his brain. “Take them off.”
Maybe he’d regret this.
He’d probably regret this.
Like he actually fucking cared.
The hit of her perfume teased the pleasure centres in his brain, drove him every bit as wild as the way her arse rubbed incessantly against his cock did. “I want you,” he sighed into the back of her neck. “Do you know what I want to do to you, Allegra Hutton? Have you any fucking clue?”
“It involves fucking me, right?”
“Get those damn knickers off.”
“Um. You do realise we’re in a communal area, right?”
“Does that bother you?” he asked, and felt her stiffen fractionally. “Scared by the possibility that one of my band mates might walk in on us? Or maybe the notion of dear Ronnie seeing you being screwed presses all your buttons?”
“Does it press yours, to perform like that?” she gasped.
“Oh, Allegra. I’ve seen every member of this band naked and fucking, and fucking naked, more times than I can count. I have a photographic record of most of it. I’m not afraid of anybody walking in on us.” That wasn’t quite what she’d asked, but it served as an answer. He’d actually welcome them all filing in to watch. It was good to have a range of perspectives.
“They won’t come back here, though. I mean, why would they? They know we’re talking. Why would they intrude?”
Maybe for the sheer hell of it, or in Xane’s case, to check up on him.
“What do you mean you have a photographic record of it?”
“Exactly that,” he said, drawing his phone from his pocket and taking several shots of them. Well, of him with his hand inside her knickers. “I did warn you that you barely know me. Having doubts?”
“No. I trust you to take care of me. You have every other time.”
Arguing the point would’ve been pointless. He had. Every time they physically met, she managed to drive him to this point, where he stopped listening to all the arguments as to why this was a bad idea, and only heard the song in his veins telling him it was a sure pathway to bliss for them both.
Damn, he wanted to savour this. Slow it right down and bask in how glorious it was to be this close to another person and not feel entirely swaddled with guilt. However, he knew too that this moment of control he’d usurped wouldn’t last long. Eventually, his sensible self would start processing what he was actually doing, and start fighting back. Not yet though. Not yet.
Down went her lacy briefs, all the way to her ankles.
Alle stepped out of them, whereupon he kicked them aside.
“Are you actually going to fuck me?” she asked.
Spook chuckled. She was so sweet. So trusting. “Depends on your definition,” he said, low and husky against her hair.
“Penetration.”
“Hmm.” He pushed her thighs wider apart, and dragged her skirt up. Up, up, over the smooth skin of her thigh his warm palm ran until he was cupping her pussy. Then, his middle digit dipped into the wetness there, and spread it upwards towards her clit.
Touching her there got him exactly the response he anticipated. Within seconds, she was jelly-like in his arms, limbs shaking, body oozing s
ensuality, his to do with as he damn well pleased. And what it pleased him to do was grant her a little taste of the agony he went through every time they’d spoken over the last nine months. He circled, and circled, drawing a single digit around her clit so that her wits dissolved into a liquid puddle.
“What’s to say I won’t give you this and then make you wait another year for the next touch?”
“I’m beginning to think that what you get off on most of all is denial. Self and otherwise. I’ve never met another man so determined not to stuff me full of his cock.”
“But as we established in the past, all I require to get you off are two fingers.”
He heard the croak of her excitement.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” she said.
“Bossy,” he murmured into her ear in response. His breath teased the shell of her ear, his lips following a moment later, before he tasted the pulse point in her throat. He kept on circling her clit in that excruciatingly tormenting fashion. The little bud was as erect now as his cock, which was branding her arse. “All the things I could do to you,” he murmured. The moment the words were out his hips began churning faster, driving his cock more firmly against her. “You’d deserve them too, every last filthy thing I could come up with. You get under my skin, Alle, and I don’t like it. I don’t like the insidious way you infect my thoughts. How you seem destined to drive me out of my mind with every twitch of your pin-up perfect figure, and your dusting of freckles. Other people count sheep when they can’t sleep. I imagine licking every single precious speckle, and joining them up with kisses and come like a giant dot to dot.”
“You want to paint me with come?”
He teased the shell of her ear with his tongue. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“You’ve been fantasizing about it? About us?”
Had she really, even for a moment, thought otherwise?
“And what else? Do you just jerk off over me in these fantasies of yours, Spook, or do other things happen? Do you actually think about what it’d be like to fuck my pussy? Whether I’d be tight around you, or fit like a glove?”
“Is that what you imagine? That we lock together perfectly?”
“I’ve imagined so many variants, it’d take me years to recount them. I want you, Spook. I’m not denying that what you can do with your fingers is good, but, I fucking want you. All of you, pushed deep inside of me. I guess you probably don’t know what it feels like to be possessed like that, but I do, and I want that with you. I crave it more than anything.”
Spook pushed two fingers inside of her. It was the most he was prepared to give, regardless of how desperately his cock was riding up against her groove. Alle’s internal muscles grasped him, and she groaned, arching her spine.
“Can you feel how ready I am for you?”
He could, but it wasn’t happening. He pressed his thumb against her clit, and all her muscles clenched.
“Oh!” she bleated. “Oh!” Spook rolled his thumb and pressed again. Alle turned liquid in his arms, a keening wail threading from her lips as she thrashed against him, hips pumping as she fought against the hold around her wrists.
Only when she’d quietened a little, and her muscles had stopped desperately sucking at his fingers, did he release his grip. Alle spun and faced him. Her pupils were twinkling black diamonds, her smile wide and relaxed. “Come here, you,” she said, drawing him down by tugging on the front of his shirt until his lips met hers. She hooked one long leg up around his hip, so that her foot drummed against his arse. She was so openly inviting, and he was so damn erect.
Who could really hold it against him that he was tempted? So damned sorely tempted.
The condoms were in easy reach.
One time only.
One night would never be enough to get her out of his system. Nor was he sure he even wanted that. Also, Alle wouldn’t give him up. If he gave her what she desired, then she’d definitely stick around for more.
Her naughty little hand had found its way around his cock again, and boy did it feel good.
“Whereabouts would you like to paint your come first?” she asked, faking coyness.
Her skirt remained raised. The fiery strands covering her mons were still visible. She smiled seeing the focus of his gaze. Spook squeezed his eyes tight shut, but she was there, perfectly rendered on the inside of his eyelids. He snapped them open again. “Get on your knees on the sofa.”
One of the things he most liked about Allegra Hutton was that even though she did exactly as he instructed, there wasn’t anything meekly obedient about her. She did as he asked because she wanted to, just like she looked up at him because angling her gaze down never occurred to her. That was good. Submission, as it was usually depicted, wasn’t really his thing. In any case, only an idiot wouldn’t get a kick out of being stared at like that. It did the world of good for a man’s ego.
Spook grasped the base of his cock, and guided it towards her wetted lips. His free hand settled around the back of her neck. “I hope you weren’t lying to me, when you suggested I bring it on.”
Her tongue flicked out and tasted the bead of precome beaded on the top of his cock. “I want this. I want you.”
Wasn’t that the scary truth?
“If you need to stop this, then you dig your nails hard in my thigh. Got it? Hard enough so that you’re absolutely certain I can feel it, Alle.”
“Spook?”
Dammit, she was nervous. He could see the fluttery panic in her. Hear it infecting her voice.
“I trust you.”
Oh, dear God, he was done for.
“Then open wide, because where I intend to come is right down your throat.”
Yes, she nodded vigorously, until he stopped that by tugging on the bright strands of her hair.
They’d done this before—sort of. It wasn’t a major step. Okay, that had been nine months ago, and it had been a typical blowjob. And he’d been gentle.
Had he been gentle?
He was in no mood to be gentle tonight. It was as Xane said. He didn’t simply want to come in her mouth. He wanted to feel her throat rippling around his dick, and the urge to push all the way down right at once was bloody strong. Allegra wasn’t Xane though. She probably couldn’t breathe through her ears, and didn’t know how to cope without choking on it. Instead, he let her suck for a moment, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head, while he kept his strokes sufficiently shallow there was space for her to wrap her hand around the remainder of his shaft not in her mouth. That sort of tender pressure didn’t satisfy him for long. She was temptation incarnate.
“Put your hands on my thighs.”
Alle hesitated. Then did as asked. Spook let her adjust to the new position while he basked in the heady sensation of her hot, wet mouth around him, and then he pushed deeper. He had her at the right height. The right angle, but she had no idea how to do this. He felt her resistance at once, and pulled free of her mouth.
“I’m fine,” she insisted. “Aren’t you?”
“You need to relax your throat, try to breathe through your nose.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
Determined. He liked that.
He pushed in again, so that his cock was just touching the back of her tongue. Yeah. He felt her swallow, and his cock further swelled.
Spook tightened his hold on her hair, and used that grip to guide her. Not too deep, not too shallow. He’d raised her up so that his cock would slide into the bend of her throat, rather than automatically hitting the back of her mouth. Fuck it! He needed to feel it, even if it was just once. Maybe she’d prove to be one of the thirty-seven per cent or whatever it was who didn’t have an irritating gag reflex.
Heaven, at least for one goddamn moment. Two actually. That’s how many times she managed to take it and swallow around him before her body protested and tears welled in her eyes. Her nails scored his thigh.
Spook released his grip.
“I’m so sorry, I can’
t. I want to.”
“It’s okay. It takes practice.” He bent and tasted himself on her lips. It left his cock nestled up against the soft swell of her breasts. “Take your dress off.”
“You want me naked?” Again, he saw her gaze flick towards the door.
“I want you naked,” he confirmed slowly, placing special emphasis on each word.
“Why?”
“So I can fuck your tits,” he said honestly. “That a problem?”
Her lips pursed, then widened into a smirk. “No. But you’ll have to release the zip.” She turned from the waist to present him with her back. He did the honours and released the clasp of her bra too. The band of which had left a slight indent on her flesh, and it was only right to bend and kiss it better. He wrapped his mouth around one nipple, while he pinched the other. That got her gasping like crazy, and made both teats peak. She sounded like she might come from that, if he played for long enough. His patience was already wrung thin, though. His balls screaming at him in increasing urgency.
Spook pushed both luscious breasts together and thrust between them. Two strokes. Five. He wasn’t exactly counting. The drumming in his veins and the roaring expectation of orgasm took precedence. Being used like this probably wasn’t doing much for her, but he’d make it right once his nuts weren’t all he could think about.
He sank his teeth into the side of her throat, which made her flinch slightly, only for her resistance to then melt into a long besotted moan.
Dammit, yeah. That was exactly what he needed to hear.
With one final thrust, he drove himself up against her soft, giving flesh, and his orgasm ripped through him.
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Alle bit her lip as Spook ground into her, his hips bucking of their own volition as he painted her skin with his climax. They’d been in a similar position to this once before, and she remembered how difficult that had been. The changes in his demeanour happened so fast. Even prepared for it, they had the potential to knock her down.
One moment she was gazing on a god, golden muscles tightening and flexing, every inch of him in control, his mind and body firmly focussed on a single outcome. Then it was gone, and he was staring at her in shifty agitation, a spectral version of the man he’d been seconds before, insubstantial enough that a light breeze would knock him flat.
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