“Um.”
“What am I?”
“Mine.” His lips are on my mouth. The kiss hard, hot and hungry. He devours me, stealing my soul, and I have no intentions of stopping him. I wanted flesh against flesh. I went in search of the hem of his tee-shirt. But as I grip the material, Alex releases my mouth and lowers his lips to my tit. His mouth hot as he suckles on the swollen tip. He nips the bud, pulling on it and the cream at my thighs thickens. Alex thrust against me and I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist, giving him the room and access, he’s searching for. Cloth against flesh heats the friction in my pussy and I gasp as I clamp my fingers on to his shoulder. I’ve been wanting this moment for five years and I didn’t want it over before it begins.
“Alex.” His mouth is muffled against my flesh and my clit throbs once more. “Want to see you naked.”
“You will.” He frees my tit and his gaze clashes with mine and my thighs clench at the hunger in his gaze. “But I need to eat first.”
“Oh, shit.” I close my eyes at the gleam in his smile and the lust in his gaze. He shuffles down my body, placing my thighs over his shoulder. His tongue torments me as it forages between my pussy lips and I jerk against the first touch. His tongue is the devil’s as it burns against me. Tasting me, tormenting me with every lick and flick he delivers. The tip teases and traces circles against my growing, throbbing clit and I hump against his mouth, seeking more, unsure what I am searching for. Heat spears through me. “Oh, Shit.” Alex’s teeth have found my clit, and he tugs on it, nipping at the swollen flesh as my body twists beneath his. Nip and sooth, his tongue plays. When it circles the small opening, I squeeze my thighs against his head as I jerk into his mouth. “Oh, Shit Alex, I’m going to come.”
Alex’s mouth finds mine and I taste myself as he slips his tongue in between my lips. There is a rustle and as Alex lowers his zipper, the opening of metal teeth echo in the room. The kiss ends. When Alex leans on his elbow and I watch him roll a latex over his cock. We were clean. I have the bill of health to show this, yet Alex still wore a condom and I smile. My smile slips when Alex leans over me, spreading my legs as he shuffles his hips. Then he is in me and my mind goes blank as he stretches me, fills me.
“Are you okay?” I nod as I thrust against his invading tool. His cock twitches and Alex brushes the damp hair away from my face. “Ready.”
I breathe in deep as I nod.
Alex shuffles. The muscles in my pussy tighten against his hard shaft. I seek and find his ass, cupping his butt cheeks as I stare into his fiery gaze. “Your cock is perfect, Alex.”
His lips twist, then he lowers his head, and his lips are on mine. As he thrust his tongue into my mouth, he thrust his cock a little deeper, then withdrew it. Each plunge he delivered, I met with a thrust of my own. The pulse in my pussy begs for release and I clench against the invading shaft. Welcoming each thrust he makes. Blood hammers in my ears. The beat of my heart hurts as it pounds against my ribs. The coils in my stomach tighten, and as I gasp, my legs give way and I buck against Alex as he surges into me. His roar echoes mine as I come around his hard, pulsing cock.
My heart still pounds, and my head continues to spins when Alex withdrew from my pussy, and in a daze, I watch him dispose the condom and walk over to the bar. He still wore his clothes, but he hasn’t bothered to pull his zipper up. When he returns, he passes me the whisky in the crystal tumbler and places the whisky bottle on the low table as he sits on the floor beside me. His hand idle as he strokes my stomach. I went to pull the dressing gown I still wore around me, but Alex stops me. “I enjoy looking at your body, Mia.” His gaze sweeps over me, and heat surfs through me. “It’s graceful and incredibly tempting.”
“When do I get to look at your body?”
“We have all night. I’m sure by morning your curiosity will be quenched.”
“I don’t know, Alex. It might take more than one night.”
Alex looks at me. His eyes have lost the gleam of lust and are steady as he watches me. “I agree, Mia. This thing between us is going to take more than a night or two.” He sips his whisky and I watch his Adam’s apple bob. “Move onto the riverboat with me.”
My heart hitches and I sit up, gulping the whisky. “I. Erm. Don’t you think it’s too soon?”
Alex pulls me closer, throwing my legs over his, stroking the flesh just above the pubic bone. “I want you, Mia, and I’d like to wake up with you beside me.”
“What about Cole?”
Alex’s fingers clench around my thigh. “Dump him. Let him play with the whores at Demon’s Lair.” Alex’s smile is feral as he looks at me. “After all, I’m sure he’ll be at home with them.”
“Cole isn’t like that. He isn’t one of you.”
“Isn’t he. How much are you willing to stake on it?”
I recall the tattoo on Cole’s arm. The ease in which he rides his bike and the way he handled Alex.
