Alana kneeled before me, her lips curving up into a wicked smile.
She reached for my belt, her fingers working quickly to unbuckle it. I watched with my heart pounding in my chest as she unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. Her eyes never left mine, that wicked smile never fading. I lifted my hips, allowing her to tug my jeans down, freeing my cock, which was already hard and aching for her.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock, her grip firm and sure. I hissed out a breath, my head falling back against the couch. She stroked me slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum she found there. I could feel her breath on me, hot and tantalizing, as she leaned in closer.
“Alana,” I groaned, my voice a low rumble. Her name on my lips was a plea, a prayer. I tangled one hand in her hair, the other gripping the cushion beneath me for some semblance of control.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with mischief and lust. “Patience, Eden,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to taste me. I groaned again, my hips jerking at the contact.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing me, before she took me fully into her mouth.
I groaned deeply, my hand tightening in her hair as she began to move, her head bobbing up and down in a rhythm that was both torturous and divine. She took me deep, her lips tight around my shaft, her tongue working magic on the sensitive underside.
The room filled with the sounds of my ragged breaths and her soft moans. I could feel the tension building in my body, my muscles coiling tighter with each flick of her tongue, each sucking motion of her mouth. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, gripping and stroking the length of me that didn’t fit.
I looked down at her, the sight of her on her knees, pleasuring me, sending a wave of satisfaction through me.
She was on her knees for me and only me. And she’d never get on her knees for another man ever, I’d make sure of it.
Alana wasmine.
Her eyes met mine, holding my gaze as she continued to drive me wild.
I could see the pleasure in her eyes, the power she felt in that moment. It was intoxicating, and I was completely at her mercy.
“Alana,” I rasped, my voice hoarse with need. “You need to stop if you don’t want me to finish like this.”
She merely hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I gasped, my grip on her hair tightening briefly before I forced myself to relax, allowing her to control the pace and depth.
She pulled back slightly, her lips releasing me with a soft pop before she grinned up at me, her lips shiny and wet. “And what if I want you to finish like this?”
Before I could respond, she took me back into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked harder, pushed me deeper.
Who is she?
Despite being unsure where the old Alana went and where this one came from, I fucking loved it. Every goddamn second of it.
Her head bobbed faster, her hand working in sync with her mouth, and I could feel the familiar tightening in my gut, the electric tingle at the base of my spine. I was close, so fucking close. My breath hitched, my body tensing as she brought me to the edge.
But Alana didn’t let me fall over that stupid edge. Just as I was about to let go, she slowed down, her movements becoming languid and teasing. She kept me on the brink, her eyes locked onto mine, watching my reaction with a satisfied smirk.
“Fuck, Alana,” I groaned, my body shaking with need. “You’re playing with fire.”
She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against my throbbing cock. “Payback’s a bitch, Eden,” she said. “Remember all those times you teased me?”
“Fair enough,” I replied, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw, her neck.
To my surprise, she didn’t take me back into her mouth again. No, she stood up, her skirt still hiked up around her hips, and straddled me once more. This time, there was no fabric between us, only the heat of her skin against mine.
I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as she positioned herself above me. She rubbed against me, coating me with her wetness.
“Condom,” I forced out, reminding her.
Alana leaned over as she reached for my wallet on the nearby table. She fished out a condom packet, tore it open with her teeth, never breaking eye contact.
She sat back, her knees on either side of my thighs, and rolled the condom onto me with a practiced ease that sent another wave of anticipation through me.
