My steps slow to half their natural stride.That doesn’t sound like fun at all.
Before I can voice my utter disgust, Alex ducks his head to align our lips. He doesn’t kiss me like I’m hoping. He keeps his mouth a half an inch from mine, teasing me as I have done to him all night. The sweet scent of his breath fanning my lips adds to the chaos low in my stomach, but it’s only to blame for one-tenth of my turmoil. His eyes, my god. They render me completely and utterly speechless. He stares at me like he’ll never take another breath if his air isn’t shared with mine. Like he doesn’t see the barriers I do. As if he wants me as badly as I want him.
Spurred on by the power his eyes radiate through me, I close the distance between our lips. Our kiss is cruel and vicious, and I love every fucking minute of it. It is one of those kisses that scores your heart, ensuring you’ll never forget it for decades to come.
My body tenses as the thrumming sensation strives to break free of its restraints. I groan into Alex’s mouth, my throaty moan a warning of how close to detonation I am.
“God, yes,” I moan over his lips when he bands my legs around his waist.
My nails dig into the hard slabs on the top of his shoulders when he rocks his hips forward. While grinding his rock hard shaft against my begging clit, he carries me across the room. His steps are as hurried as my fingers are working on unfastening the buttons of his dress shirt.
By the time he breaks through the curtain hiding the servants’ stairs from regular guests, I have his shirt off his shoulders. The stairwell is dim, but it doesn’t hinder my eyes’ ability to absorb his wide shoulders, tattooed pec, and the tiny sliver of leather stopping us from becoming one.
“Not here,” Alex groans in pain when my hands shoot down to his belt. “My family uses this stairwell. They like midnight snacks.”
His words are telling me no, but his body is saying the opposite. Every word he speaks coincides with a rock of his hips. He’s torn, and for once, it doesn’t fill me with worry. I know he wants me so bad, he’ll take me any way he can get me. Family hallways included.
“Then hurry. I’m dying.”
He moves faster than I expect. He climbs the stairs, throws open his childhood bedroom door, tosses me on the bed, then frees his cock from his pants in a record-setting pace.
I stop smiling at his eagerness when he positions his glistening crown between the seams of my pussy, which is clinging to my damp panties. I wiggle, hating the thin piece of cotton separating us. I was pro-latex before Alex, but now condoms won’t be the only thing on my shit list. Panties will be scribbled on the line beneath them.
Who knew a sexy undergarment could be a cockblocker?
Spotting my agitation, a smug grin crosses Alex’s lips. I buck my hips upward, trying to seize some of the control he always steals when my smarts are trapped by lust.
“Still,” he growls through clenched teeth, his struggle as real as mine.
“I will when you me give me what I want!”
“Not yet.”
Pulling my panties to the side, he rubs his cock through the folds of my pussy, coating himself in my juices. Considering we did nothing but kiss, I should be ashamed about how wet I am. Unfortunately for all involved, I’ve never heard of the word “timid,” much less used it to describe myself.
A long, quivering moan simpers through my lips when Alex’s engorged knob breezes past my clit. I arch my back, seeking more direct contact. I nearly beg when he pins my hips to the bed by splaying his hand across my stomach, but I stop short—thank god.I don’t need him to get me off. I have everything I need right here.
My lips part to suck in much-needed air when my hand slithers to my soaked center. After lubing up my fingers, I move them to the little nub seconds away from imploding. My clit is thrumming, dying to crash through the lust cloud surrounding me. A few flicks and I’ll be done, my greatest desire taken care of.
I toy with my clit for barely a second before Alex snatches my hand away. The fury roaring through my body triples its heat when he pops my glistening fingers into his mouth. He growls a menacing groan as his tongue laps up evidence of my excitement.
Once my fingers are sparkling clean, he raises my arm above my head to join its lazy counterpart. While one of his hands holds both mine hostage, his other makes quick work of the clothes dividing us. Since I’m only wearing a skirt and a blouse, the process occurs a lot faster than I expect. We’re back to his cock teasing my slit within seconds, the clear liquid seeping from his crown revealing he is struggling as immensely as me.
“Please—” I stop myself again.I will not beg.
Alex doesn’t give in so easy. “Please. . .?”
He dips his cock an inch inside of me before withdrawing it, rubbing it against my clit, then reinserting it again.
He does this another five times before shameful plea after shameful plea spills from my lips. “Please. Please. Please.”
Each beg gets me another inch, but it’s still inches away from what I need.
“Please, what?” he pushes, his tone as thick as his delicious cock.
I grit my teeth from the mirth in his tone. If I weren’t so goddamn horny, I’d knee him in the nuts, throw him off me, and take care of business myself. Regrettably, he isn’t the only one aware my self-pleasing mojo disappeared the instant he arrived in the picture.
With that in mind, I growl, “Please fuck me.”
