Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Alexander… I have to go.”

  His eyes brought me back to earth, and his strong arms took me home. He wrapped me up in a warm embrace.

  Alexander Foster was just the remedy to heal the hell that my thoughts had decided to burn me for. Thoughts of my parents’ disappointment left me at once, and all I could think of was how to make it up to Alexander.

  He had a way with banter, and constantly reminded me of how gentle he could be to those closest to him. His chest vibrated soothingly with every word he uttered into my ear, and I fell for his caress on my hair.

  I could only imagine the things Alexander had been through, to turn him into such a man. Maybe his childhood had strong parents that supported him all the way through.

  At least he did not have my mom to deal with.

  Thoughts of home passed swiftly through my mind when Alexander took his banter to concern. His coal eyes said it all, right there.

  “I know you won’t give me your thoughts for a penny, but… how about you and I have lunch together?”

  Then I remembered.

  He had promised me lunch. There was no way I could leave now. Lunch here probably cost a fortune and would be an experience that I would never forget.

  Alexander swung me like a skilled Cuban dancer away from him. I approved, and he grabbed my hand compassionately.

  “Right this way, Valeria,” he said, leading me off the terrace.

  Alex walked me past the flowery pots and the small golden red-clothed tables with immaculate dragon designs filled with his other patrons, and towards something that seemed like an exit, but turned out to be another elevator.

  Damn it, Alexander. What is it with you and secret elevators?

  Clearly, they were his fetish. After the elevator, Alexander walked me through a series of steps that led to a brown oak door. It opened for me and took us up to a world of opportunity and chance that I had never dreamt of before.

  What stood defiantly in front of my eyes was a stunning view of a mountain ridge that I had not seen before when we landed. When I was finally able to turn from the view, I realized that we were in a private suite.

  There was a huge, king-sized bed to one side of the room. It was covered with ivory colored sheets, crisp and clean, and tons of fluffy, off-white throw pillows. The effect of the bedding made it look like a cloud.

  Before me, close to the windows, was a large wooden table, set for two, with candles and roses among the place settings. The plates and silverware were gold. I imagined — but did not know — that this suite was fancier than any honeymoon suite in the entire world. And here we were in it, Alexander and I, together and alone.

  Chapter Seventeen - Alexander

  The elevator door to my private suite opened with a definite ding!

  My grip on Valeria’s hand strengthened for a moment and then I let her go. Turning my eyes towards her, I observed the line of her body and the expression of her face. She had a look of awe and disbelief showing on it.

  But as for me, I loved this place. It was quiet and hidden. Clandestinely quaint, is how I remember Jonathan had once put it.

  I nudged Valeria to walk inside with me. The sun had just touched the mountains around us perfectly, and on getting closer to the full-length windows, I knew the view would get more mind-blowing for her as the afternoon passed.

  Ivory interior mixed with the dark furniture of the suite, such as the bed frame with low hanging curtains and the upholstered chairs facing each other across the fancy table.

  On one wall, a black screen lit up with blue waveforms, and I knew Truman was aware of my presence in the room through his scans.

  Valeria had not uttered a single word. She had frozen hard on the spot, just inside the door, her eyes glued to the full wall of windows that looked out onto the mountains. Shocked and nervous… those are the emotions that her eyes conveyed to me.

  “Valeria, come inside with me,” I whispered, holding out my hand to her as I stepped further into the large suite.

  “No…this is crazy! You really want us to eat so close to the edge of that cliff?” she hissed, looking at the sharp drop just beyond the windows.

  Her glassy blue eyes were unmoving in defiance. Her hand left mine and clung to the edge of her violet dress, hard.

  “Valeria, I promise nothing will harm you here. The building is stable. As is the rock face below. You trust me, don’t you?” I added, with a hint of a smile to make her comfortable.

  The breeze through the open windows came stronger and stronger.

  She looked at me with a face that screamed resilience, and a curve on her upper lip proved the heavy debate going on in her mind. Her shoulders squarely faced forward, and her skirt and hair moved in the breeze to accentuate her delectable features and slim legs.

  With a resigned sigh of defeat, she took my hand and smiled.

  “If I fall and die, at least it’s an exciting way to go out,” she breathed.

  I had no idea what that meant, but I could no longer think it through as she stepped forward, caught her heel in the carpet, stumbled, and fell on me.

  We slammed to the floor, with her on top of me, and her hair covered our faces together like a curtain. It was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced, with her lips so close to me for the taking.

  Soon, Alexander. Soon.

  “So, this was your plan all along, huh, Valeria?” I smirked, not giving her the chance to get upset or embarrassed. “You just wanted me on my back.”

  She smiled and moved slightly to rub her tummy on my hardening dick.

  Licking her lips, making them glossier, she whispered, “Maybe.”

  I grabbed her by the arm, pulled her up to her feet and swung her over to the low bed full of pillows. Then I sat her down.

  A flush covered her exposed skin and the look in her eyes was another level of heaven. Her huge breasts shifted with her heavy breathing. Her bare legs shone in the sunlight streaming through the windows, as the hem of her dress bunched up to the edge of her ivory thighs.

  Focusing myself on the task at hand, I smiled and gave her a few words that shifted her perspective for a little moment.

  “Oh, and by the way, Valeria. We’re not just eating in this private suite. We’re staying here this afternoon. No one will ever know.”

  No word from her. Just a hiss of breath and a sexy smile.

  There was only one way to please her, and as I knelt down before her, she knew that this was the medicine the doctor ordered. Her lips were tantalizingly sweet, and her skin was delicate to the touch.

  With one knee on the soft padded mattress, my other leg found its way around her waist and dug softly into her side. That brought her closer to me, as her breasts pressed into my chest and found a way to for me to feel her hardened nipples through the fabric of our clothing.

  “Mmmmhhhh, Alexander,” she whispered, breathing into my hair.

  My hand found its way onto her face and I gently traced the line of her jaw. I did not want to take her on a rough ride, not just yet. I wanted her to relax and forget all her worries, all the worries that a girl her age could have.

  She responded by mashing her lips strongly with mine, as we slowly moved our bodies against one another. Her soft hands caressed my chest, seeking out the buttons of my shirt, which she unbuttoned one by one.

  Pulling the sides of my shirt apart to reveal my muscled and smooth chest, her eyes lit up with pleasure. Fingers traced the lines my muscles made.

  She felt each defined ab and the swell of my hardened pecs. Her hands glided up and wound around my head. Valeria pulled me down into her luscious body, inviting me to play with her breasts.

  My knee felt a bit of pressure, and I leaned into her, suggesting a more comfortable horizontal position. She lay down on her back and arched herself to invite me into her. I shifted onto Valeria and let my fingers glide over her smooth dress that hid her silky skin underneath.

  Shifting a
gain, my arms took all of my weight, and my dick was getting harder and more painfully entrapped in my tight attire. Our lips mashed and caressed each other, with passion engulfing us in a fire that burnt eternal.

  She was in no rush to take me harder or higher, and neither was I.

  Valeria was in control, and it was exactly how I wanted her to feel. She took my hand and entwined it in hers, as she entrapped my torso with her legs. Our pelvic bones were touching at the hip, and her thighs crushed into me with fervor.

  I pulled back to look at her and to really study her face. Our moment of passion paused, for a while, at least.

  “Valeria…have I ever complemented you on your kissing skill? Every time our lips meet, I just want more,” I cooed, coating the moment with sweetness.

  With a flick of her chin and a gesture that tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her right ear, she responded, “I only have practiced with you in my head ever since the day I knew how to pleasure myself. You know, we could take this up a notch?”

  She ground into me slowly, making the tip of my dick rub on the entrance of her folds, through the fabric.

  Fucking clothes!

  It was extremely annoying.

  “Alexander… quit trying to be impressive and make love to me,” she demanded.

  Of course I just had to comply.

  Our lips meshed. Her energy seemed to be channeled from out of nowhere, and our bodies bonded together in animalistic pleasure. Valeria grabbed my shirt from behind and pulled until it slid out of my pants.

  She pulled the sleeves off my arms and threw it to the floor. Her fingers dug into the bare skin of my back.

  “Aaaah…” I moaned, in a blend of pain and pleasure.

  I could feel her nails leave a trail of marks and the heat surged on my skin. She was getting freakier with her imagination, and this was exactly what my fantasies had wrought inside my deep, dark mind.

  Chapter Eighteen - Valeria

  Alexander’s cock was rock hard and digging into my dress. Juices coated my tight pussy, as his touch impassioned my insides with the need to have his dick rammed into me hard and fast.

  I was just a virgin over 24 hours ago, but right then, on this fluffy cloud of a bed, I wanted to take care of my needs like a prostitute wouldn’t dare imagine. Stella and I had read enough magazines and gone online enough to know how things were done, and quite frankly, things were fantastic so far!

  His tongue rapping at the edge of my neck brought shivers to my nipples. I could only imagine how Alexander Foster felt with his hard dick begging to get into my folds, as his grunts and moans questioned the reason to have any clothes on at all.

  Digging my nails into him and taking his shirt off from the tail end while I caressed his muscular pecs made him realize the urgency of the matter, and then feeling how the stiffness in his breast muscles pulsed with his moans confirmed it for me.

  He wanted me bad.

  He stopped his trailing kisses and looked into my eyes, as if searching for an answer words could not find. I followed his gaze, and we both stared at our lips as the mountain wind outside the windows hollered loud, but not loud enough to get its message through the feelings we had for each other at that moment.

  With one swooping motion of his arms, he flipped me over and pinned me to his lap.

  “Alexander! What are you…?”

  He cut me off with a silent and deadly flick of his tongue on my neck. His bulge rubbed on my thighs, and he ground up into me.

  “Ooooh, Alexander…harder, baby,” I begged.

  I felt his teeth on my neck. He had enormous hands that held my waist gently, and his breath was short and calculated. He turned me so that I faced away from him.

  Slowly, he clenched his front teeth on my zipper and took it down bit by bit, while his dick pushed into my ass. My feet lay aimlessly to the side, and his legs caressed them with a funny pressure that made me ticklish.

  “Oh Alexander… I can’t take it any more… make love to me!”

  The zipper finally revealed my bare skin, and I could feel his pleasure emanate from the sight that was before him. The bra I had decided to wear that day was my favorite, and he hadn’t seen it before. It was recommended by a lady at the clothing store at the mall, and she had a wink in her eye that suggested that it would work on any man.

  The purple shaded lace on my brazier had an edge to it that was sophisticated when paired with its matching thong. A thong Alex exposed quickly as he pulled my dress off my hips.

  But my underthings were gone in an instant, without him even taking notice of their design. Alex was too far gone to care.

  Now nude, I could not wait for him to do whatever he wanted to me, and to return the favor in a way I had only dreamt about.

  “Valeria, you’re a goddess,” Alexander whimpered.

  His voice sounded different — strangled.

  I closed my eyes waiting for something… something to please me. A faint brush of his fingers along my pussy folds made me shudder. Then they dipped lower, towards my asshole. I was about to panic when Alexander’s soothing words reached my ear.

  “Relax, Valeria. Let me please you in ways no other man ever have or will. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he added, seeing me tense up a little bit.

  The ache that sparked from the depth of my womb surged again, only this time I felt something juicy and hard lick the sides of my butthole. It tickled and felt dirty all at the same time.

  “Mmmmhhhh… don’t you stop, baby… that feels good,” I moaned.

  His tongue was on my asshole, teasing it. I could feel a finger tracing around my pussy folds. I had expected his cock, but yet, Alex kept pleasuring me. I could feel his anticipation, and for some reason he wanted to wait.

  His tongue dove into my ass.

  “Oh, my God!” I called out.

  It was a feeling I could not place. My hands went back abruptly to make him stop, but he moved his tongue around and flicked it so deep I could not help but moan more. My legs quivered as he spread them even wider.

  Alexander lifted me onto his shoulders, with my hands on the bed and my curvy body in the air, my ass and pussy all his to devour.

  He ate me mercilessly. His moans sent vibrations down my spine, through my stomach and into my heart and nipples, and I wanted him to eat my pussy then.

  Fucking eat me out, Alexander… I’m dying to cum in your mouth!

  He had his patience, and the euphoria that came with him playing with my engorged clit as he licked my ass in and out in a fucking frenzy crept in and mixed with the feeling of shame about where he was having fun with me.

  Suddenly, he stopped.

  He grabbed me by the lower back and placed my legs around him, after flipping me back to face him. Tasting my ass was completely uncalled for, yet it still caused my inner folds to steam in liquid heat.

  “Valeria, do you trust me?” Alexander asked, staring into my eyes.

  I was clearly more than ready for him.

  “Alexander… I do,” I replied, edging into him as my breasts pushed into his bare chest.

  He lay me down slowly and parsed my legs wide open. The wind and sunlight streaked in, and his amazing body was sculpted to perfect design. He kissed my inner thighs, trailed up to where my hips met, and kissed my navel.

  His fingers fumbled a little with my bra, but he took it off eventually. I giggled as he slowly stood up and took off his pants. His cock was immense, and I knew it was all mine for the fucking.

  Alexander strode to me, in all his naked glory, with our clothes all over the floor.

  “Valeria… do you really trust me?” he asked again, with a hint of desire in his voice. “I want to take this to another level, if you’ll allow me.”

  I stared at my handsome man and nodded, suggestively anticipating his next move.

  He’s already eaten out my ass… what more could he want to do?

  He opened a compartment that was
next to the bar stools and took out a small box.

  Must be his condom stash, I jokingly concluded.

  “I need you to close your eyes, Valeria.”

  And I did.

  The blindfold on my face took me by surprise. I was a little bit worried that Alexander had gone slightly cracked, but he had promised to keep me safe and I trusted his word. I had a feeling of what was coming next, but he had gone silent.

  What the fuck is he doing, hovering over me?

  His warm body radiated around me, and its presence tickled me all over. I still didn’t know what he was doing, but my pussy got more and more wet by the second.

  Smack!

  My nipple jumped in shock.

  “What the fuck, Alexander! That hurt…” I started, but then his tongue was all over the left breast he had just smacked with something leathery.

  “Ooooh, baby… okay… that …don’t stop that…” I incoherently moaned out.

  Pain followed by pleasure had never been a part of my fantasies… yet, I wanted more of it.

  The darkness behind my eyes was mixed with a sense of anticipation and fire, not knowing what Alexander would inflict on me next.

  Smack! Smack!

  Twice he hit my breasts with that object, and then went down to suck my hurt nipples slowly. My pussy revolted in a squirm, and my abdominal muscles cramped in ecstasy. Whatever he was doing, I was going to cum hard and fast.

  I moved my hands and touched his bare flesh, but forcefully I felt them put behind my head.

  “No touching me, Valeria,” he wolfed.

  I felt his hard dick touch me, lining up with the entrance to my pussy, and I could all but arch into him, craving his spear to pierce through my wanton flesh.

  Click.

  “Alexander… why can’t I move my hands?”

  “Don’t talk, just enjoy,” he commanded.

  My wrists were held together by something fluffy, yet I could tell the restraints were metal.

  Did he just handcuff me?

  He took off my blindfold and all I could see was a man raging with a need only I could fulfill. His throbbing cock pushed so deep into me I could feel it in my belly. It pulsed and writhed and glided through me with slick perfection, and I could not think of anything other than riding him… hard.