by Sherri Hayes
Right when she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, he walked up to her, gathered her hair into one of his large hands, and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at him. The sensation sent tingles all the way down to her toes.
He traced the outline of her lips with his free hand before reaching for the snap on his jeans. Within seconds his pants were down around his ankles and he was stepping out of them. Something flashed through his eyes for a split second, and then it was gone. He didn’t give her time to contemplate it before moving forward and pressing his cock to her lips.
Grace relaxed her jaw. Her mouth fell open, inviting him in.
As he pushed inside, Alexander closed his eyes as if what he was doing took great concentration. She ran her tongue along the underside of his head and she heard a sound she didn’t quite understand come out of him. She looked up to find him staring down at her.
He brought his hand up to her mouth, cupping her face. It was a very loving gesture—in contrast to the emotions she saw racing across his face.
Then he spoke, his voice raspy. “Tap on my wrist if you need me to slow down.”
It was all the warning she got before he thrust his hips, sending him deeper. His cock bumped the back of her throat before retreating. She had to remember to relax her throat and breathe. It had been a long time since she’d done this for a man. He repeated the motion over and over again as she massaged her tongue along his salty flesh, wanting to increase his pleasure.
The closer he got, the more his fingers flexed in her hair. He was watching her with an intensity that had every muscle in her lower half pulsing with anticipation and satisfaction. In that moment her only focus was on serving him, and that brought her a peace she hadn’t known for a long time. It was absolutely freeing.
He stopped moving and for a second she thought maybe she’d done something he didn’t like, but he was still buried inside her mouth. Thoughts were swirling around in her head as he just stood there, his cock filling her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as it gathered on his tip, but he remained where he was, in some sort of holding pattern.
“You look breathtaking like this,” he said out of the blue.
She didn’t know what to say—couldn’t say anything given their position—so she gave his cock a long slow lick instead.
Alexander closed his eyes once again as if savoring the sensation. Then he looked down at her with a fire in his eyes. “You are too tempting for your own good, gattina.” He removed himself from her mouth and dropped his hand from her hair. “Get on the bed with your ass in the air.”
Hurrying to her feet, she crawled onto the bed facing away from him on all fours, her ass in the air as instructed. Given how short her skirt was and that she wasn’t wearing any panties, she knew her pussy was on full display for him.
Grace didn’t get a chance to think much about it or anything else before he was sliding his hand between her legs, his fingers going straight for her clit. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. It felt so good to have him touch her like this.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
Before she could answer, he landed a solid blow with his free hand to her backside. She let out a little yelp. “Yes, Sir.”
He switched to the other side. The sound of his hand meeting her flesh bounced off the walls of her tiny bedroom. The sting left behind only added to the heat between her legs, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
The assault on her bottom continued, warming it and sending her into an almost floaty state. His hands left her body, and then she heard the sound of a wrapper being opened. Only vaguely did it register that he must be putting on a condom.
Before she knew it, his hands were back. This time his thumbs spread her wide before she felt the head of his cock nudging her entrance.
“Please,” she begged. “Please . . .”
Grace gasped as he plunged forward until his balls pressed against her.
“You all right?” he asked, his voice sounding as if he was in pain.
She nodded. “Yes. Yes, Sir. I’m more than all right.”
With her enthusiastic reply, Alexander placed one hand on her hip as he began to move. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations racing through her body take over. This was what she’d wanted. Everything else in the world fell away until there was only him.
***
Alexander gritted his teeth as he pumped in and out of Grace. She felt better than he could ever have imagined. Her walls hugged his cock and welcomed him as if he belonged. It was both pure pleasure and absolute torture all in one.
Right before she’d taken him into the warm recess of her mouth it had occurred to him that guilt was what had been holding him back. It was one thing to give her pleasure, to provide her what she needed. To take from her was an entirely different animal. Kurt had been his friend—the best friend he’d had since joining the Army. A part of him felt as if he was somehow betraying him by being with her like this, but heaven help him, Alexander couldn’t resist anymore.
The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in his ears and the smell of sex invaded his senses. Then there were the sounds coming out of Grace herself. It was intoxicating. He wanted more.
He reached forward to cup her breast, but it was still covered by the corset she wore. With more hatred for the material in that moment than he should have, he tugged at the hooks until he felt them release. It wasn’t pretty, but pretty wasn’t what he was going for.
Once her tits were free, he found her nipple and placed it between two of his fingers, twisted, and pulled. A cry erupted from Grace’s lips that had him increasing his pace. He dug his fingers into her hip, slamming her back against him with every forward thrust of his pelvis.
A pain shot down his leg and Alexander knew whether he wanted to or not he was going to have to change their position. This time when he retreated, he slipped out of her completely. He thought he heard a soft whimper from Grace.
“Don’t worry, gattina. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” He smacked the right cheek of her ass. “Take that corset off and turn over.”
Grace rose up, removed the corset, tossing it onto the floor as if she wanted to be rid of it as much as he did, and lay down on the bed facing him this time. Her hair was in disarray from him having his hands in it, and her skin had a beautiful pink hue from their activities.
Alexander shed the rest of his clothing and crawled onto the bed to hover over her. He wasted no time capturing her lips in a searing kiss. This woman made him burn in the best possible way.
Taking his time, he kissed and touched what was his. Grace ran her hands along his back and shoulders. It had been years since anyone had touched him like this and it was almost his undoing. He wasn’t even inside her and he felt as if he was on the verge of coming. Alexander needed to slow things down.
He licked his way down her neck and collarbone until he was staring at her tits. Her nipples were hard and asking to be sucked on. Who was he to deny them?
Grace arched her back and tangled her fingers in his hair as he took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked as if his life depended on it. Her nails scraped against his scalp when he added his teeth to the torture, alternating between pain and pleasure, hard and soft. He remembered thinking how he could spend hours worshiping her tits. It wasn’t far from the truth.
She began squirming beneath him, looking for friction, but he didn’t give her any. Instead, he held her hip down with one hand while he moved to torture her other breast.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“May I come?” He felt her still trying to move beneath his hand, but he held her still, not giving her what she wanted.
He took a moment to meet her gaze. Her eyes were hooded and darker than usual from her arousal. “Can you come from me playing with your tits?”
Grace blinked. “I don’t . . . I don’t know.”
A sly smile crossed Alexander’s face. �
�Let’s find out, shall we?”
With that, he went back to what he’d been doing, sucking and licking and biting her very delectable tits. He’d heard of women who could come solely from breast stimulation, but he’d never witnessed it. Grace was very worked up, however, and the way she was straining for friction made him think she was close.
Alexander readjusted their position so he could use his lower half to keep her hips still, freeing one of his hands. He cupped her other breast and began kneading it in his hand. Every now and then he’d bring his fingers together to pinch her nipple or tease it with the tip of his finger. Then he’d switch breasts and start the torture all over again.
He had no idea how long he spent playing with her breasts, but the little mewling sounds coming from Grace told him she was both enjoying it and hating it at the same time. Her breathing had become increasingly labored and with more and more frequency she dug her nails into his shoulders. He’d probably have marks. The thought only drove him on.
Grace bent her leg, and then let it drop back down onto the bed. She did this several times before she began thrashing her head back and forth. A gasping sound came out of her moments before she arched her back and clung to his head, holding him in place. A ripple went through her body as more moans and pants released from deep inside her.
With a final lick of her now very abused nipples, he pushed himself up until he was face-to-face with her. He didn’t even try to hide the satisfied smirk on his face. “I guess we answered that question.”
She tried to bury her head in his shoulder. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
Alexander chuckled, making him even more aware that his cock was inches away from her pussy. It wiped the smile from his face as his own need took over. “I’m going to fuck you now. You’re not to come again until I say. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
With a slight adjustment of his hips, the tip of his cock was once again at her entrance. “Bend your legs.”
As soon as she was spread open for him, he tilted his hips forward and let himself sink into her warmth once more. She was so wet he slipped inside easily.
He leaned down and captured her mouth with his. Grace parted her lips, allowing him to take whatever he wanted, and he took. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he moved in and out of her, steadily increasing his pace. He felt her body begin to tighten, her fingers begin to flex against his skin, but she didn’t ask for permission to come. She bit down on her bottom lip and rode it out like the good little sub that she was. His sub.
The memory of her on her knees, sucking his cock, had Alexander barely holding on. He could feel the surge of energy getting stronger. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he took her hand and brought it down between them. “Touch yourself.”
She didn’t hesitate. He could feel her rubbing circles over her clit, driving her closer to orgasm. Still she didn’t ask to come.
He placed his hand over her neck possessively and looked into her eyes. “You’re mine and your orgasms are mine. You only touch yourself if I tell you that you can.”
Her internal muscles spasmed and released around his cock, telling him more than her words. She tried to nod, but his hold on her neck prevented that. “I’m yours and my orgasms belong to you. Only you.”
He barely let her get the words out before he kissed her again. “Come for me, gattina.”
Grace moved her fingers faster over her clit as he continued to drive in and out of her. She clung to his shoulders, digging, scraping her nails. Her pussy clamped down on his cock a split second before a strangled cry left her lips and her body began to shake.
Knowing she’d reached her climax, Alexander let go and it didn’t take him long before he felt his orgasm roll over him. All the pent-up passion he’d kept inside for this woman exploded all at once, leaving him completely spent.
He tumbled to the side, making sure not to crush her, and gathered her into his arms. The emotions that had been scratching the surface for over a month were there in front of him, plain to see and unable to be pushed back into the box he’d had them stuffed in.
He was in love with Grace.
It was too bad he didn’t know if she would ever be able to love him back.
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Chapter 18
Grace wasn’t sure she could get more relaxed. Every bone in her body felt as if it had been turned into flexible rubber. She sighed and cuddled closer to Alexander, enjoying the moment and not thinking about much of anything.
He sat up a little to pull the edge of the blanket over her, flexing his stomach muscles. She recalled him mentioning working out, but somehow she thought his injury would make it difficult for him to maintain the same level of fitness that had been required when he was on active duty. Granted, he might not be able to run or climb, or do all the things he used to that required the full use of his legs, but his upper body was beyond impressive. Unable to resist, she traced the outline of his abs with her index finger.
Alexander seemed unaffected by her exploration of his body until he noticed her gaze had lowered to his legs. There were scars along both legs, but one had a long angry one that ran almost the entire length of his limb. She could only imagine the kind of pain he must have been in to have that type of damage.
“I wasn’t awake for most of it.” He seemed to sense the direction of her thoughts.
“But after? When you woke up?” Grace tilted her head up to look at him.
He shrugged. “I’m told I briefly regained consciousness during the transfer in Germany, but I don’t remember it. The first conscious memory I have is waking up stateside and by then I was being pumped full of morphine.”
The tough guy act wasn’t going to work with her. She knew better. “Still, eventually they had to take you off the morphine.”
Again, he downplayed it. “It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.”
He wasn’t looking at her, but she could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. She thought back to the look on his face earlier. Things began clicking into place. They’d talked about it before, at least her side of things, the guilt, the confusion. But all that had been before they’d begun their agreement. Before they’d begun to have a physical relationship.
Grace rested her head on his shoulder, her gaze once again going to the scars on his legs. She worried her bottom lip and debated whether or not to say anything about the thoughts going through her head. She’d always been able to talk to him about things . . . things she couldn’t talk to anyone else about because he understood. But they were lying in her bed, naked, after having sex. Could she really ask him if he was feeling guilty about sleeping with her?
“You’re tensing up. Something’s bothering you.” It wasn’t a question.
“Just thinking.” She was hoping he wouldn’t press her, but of course she knew better.
“What are you thinking about?”
She hesitated a little too long.
“Are you having second thoughts about our arrangement?” He kept his tone even, but that only told her there was more emotion behind his question than he was letting on.
“No. I’m not having second thoughts.”
“Then what is it?” he asked. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing.”
Grace couldn’t help but grin. She hugged him tighter, some part of her fearing his reaction to what she was about to say. “I was thinking about the look on your face earlier when I was kneeling. You looked as if you were in pain.”
He didn’t bother trying to contradict her.
“And I was thinking about how I’d told you I was ready and still you waited for us to have sex.”
Again, he remained quiet.
Grace wasn’t sure how she felt about having a one-sided conversation, but she pressed on. “I was wondering if you were feeling guilty. About being with me. Physically, I mean.”
His b
ody beneath her turned to stone. She’d obviously hit a nerve.
“This is what Kurt wanted. You shouldn’t feel guilty.” She paused. “Neither of us should.”
Grace lay listening to his breathing, letting what she’d said sink in. She had no idea if it would make any difference in his mind. Guilt was a funny thing. She knew that well.
Time dragged on with neither of them saying anything. The stiff set of his body hadn’t eased and she was beginning to regret saying anything. She should have let it go and changed the subject. That was if he would have let her.
“You’re right,” he said out of the blue. “A part of me does feel guilty, like I’m betraying him somehow.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as a wave of emotion hit her. “You’re not.”
He didn’t answer.
Grace was torn. They needed to have this conversation, get it out in the open, but everything was so raw. She pressed her lips against his throat. “I’m glad if I was going to do this that it was with you.”
With that he relaxed a little and circled his arms around her, holding her tighter. His lips grazed the top of her head, lingering. “You should get some sleep.”
“Will you stay?”
There was a long pause before he spoke. “Sure.”
They each took a turn in the bathroom before climbing into her bed, this time under the covers. She wondered if Alexander would put his boxer briefs back on, but he left them on the floor.
Grace rolled over on her side to face him. He noticed. “Do I need to order you to go to sleep?” It was meant to be teasing, but she knew he was doing it to deflect. Why did men always have to run away from feelings?
“No, Sir. I’ll go to sleep.”
When she didn’t move or close her eyes, he raised an eyebrow at her in question. “But?”
“But I wanted to ask you something first.”
He looked wary. “And what’s that?”
“Do you regret our arrangement? Having sex with me?”
