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"Then what is it about?" she breathed. The question lingered in my mind. All my good sense was telling me to pull back, walk away from this, stop this before anything else happened, but I knew it didn’t work like that. Not with her. Not here, not now, not when it felt like the heat between us might burst into flames at any moment.
"I can’t lose you," I told her, voice low. It took a moment to get the words out, but the moment they had passed my lips, something softened in her expression. Like she finally got it. Like she finally knew.
And, before I could say another word, our lips crashed together in a passionate kiss that I had been craving since the moment I had first laid eyes on her.
Chapter Twelve – Olya
As he pushed me back against the door, I felt a surge of desire course through my system, the same desire that had consumed me when I’d first kissed Solomon. Confusion nagged at the corners of my mind, but I couldn’t give a damn about that, not now, not when his mouth was on me and my body was pressed against his.
He sank his fingers into my hips, digging into my skin like he wanted to show me that I belonged to him – it wasn’t like the touch of the man who had tried to take me, no, it was more desperate, more needy than that. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I moaned helplessly against his lips. I could already feel the hardness of his cock pressing against me through his pants, my body responding to him with a warm, consuming need that fluttered out from deep in my belly to fill every inch of my body.
And, oh, God, I wanted him. I wanted this. All this time, all these years I had held on to my virginity, never going further than a kiss with a guy, all of it seemed to make sense now I’d met the two of them. How could I have given myself to anyone else, when this was what was waiting for me? These men, their touch, their kiss, their...
He took my hand and guided it to the bulge in his pants.
"You feel how hard you make me?" he growled against my mouth. I shivered. There was still that hint of anger in his voice, even as it was mitigated by pure, unending desire. I gasped as my fingers brushed against his cock. It was the first time I’d touched a man like this, and it lit a need inside of me, a need for more – a need to find out just how far I could take this, just how good I could make him feel.
He kissed me again, his mouth against mine – and I found myself wondering just what I could do to please him with my mouth beyond a kiss. I moved my hand against his bulge experimentally, feeling the way he responded to my touch, and when he pulled back, pressing his mouth against my neck, I breathed the words into his ear.
"Can I go down on you?"
He paused for a moment, as though surprised by the request. But then, slowly, he brushed my hand away from his pants and undid the zipper. A fuzz of excitement throbbed through me.
"Of course you can," he murmured, grinning, that smile spreading across his face like he was already imagining a million different ways I could please him.
"I’ve never done this before," I blurted out before I could stop myself. I was sure he didn’t really want to hear me admitting that out loud, but, hell, there was no way I could deny it. It was one thing having Solomon go down on me for the first time, quite another being the one to perform the act myself. Alex stared at me for a moment, hand still on my waist, and then, his grin spread a little wider across his face.
"I’ll show you," he assured me softly, and, as though moving on complete instinct, I dropped down to my knees in front of him.
He pushed his hand into my hair, and took his cock in his other hand; I couldn’t stop staring at him, the shape of him, the length of him. His thick tip was oozing with a shimmering drop of liquid, and I bit my lip, suddenly aching to taste it.
"Open your mouth," he ordered me softly. There was a commanding nature to his voice that had me doing exactly as he said, without a second thought; as though I was being hypnotized by him. I parted my lips, gazing up at him, and he guided himself towards me.
I felt the warmth of him in my mouth, the pressure of him spreading my lips, and closed my eyes and let out a moan – the newness of it, the novelty of this sensation, sent a shiver of excitement through my system. I could feel my pussy throbbing between my legs, aching to be touched, and I pressed my thighs together, rubbing them against each other to relieve some of the pressure.
"That’s it," he murmured, as he slowly moved a few inches of himself into my mouth. "Good girl..."
He eased himself into my mouth until I couldn’t take any more, and then pulled himself back once more, resting his tip on my tongue for a moment – I experimentally flickered my tongue against his head, and he let out a deep, low groan of pleasure. Oh, so it was like that, was it? The barest little movement was enough to turn him on...I had to see what else I was capable of here...
I reached up to take his cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his base to keep him steady, and then, slowly, began to bob my mouth back and forth on his length. I could feel his cock throbbing between my lips, and I fluttered my tongue along the base, trying to use every part of me that I could to stimulate him. He tightened his grip on my hair, guiding me back and forth, back and forth, like he couldn’t get enough of me. The way he was staring at me, even in this dim light, I could see the burning want in his eyes, and it made my whole body shiver with excitement. I pressed my thighs together again, squeezing them tighter, able to feel the smears of wetness leaking from me as I took him in my mouth for the first time.
"You can touch yourself, baby," he murmured to me, noticing my squirming on the ground in front of him. "Go ahead...show me how much you like this..."
I slipped my hand eagerly between my legs, moving my fingers against my clit as I blew him – I could already tell I was close to the edge, inching nearer and nearer to my release with every passing second. All the tension and stress and excitement of the night was boiling over inside of me, and I couldn’t hold back much longer...
And neither could he. He was pushing into my mouth now, moving back against me, sliding into me, the fullness of his cock throbbing between my lips. Was he close? Judging by the look on his face, he had to be, right? His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were dark and pinned to me like he didn’t want to miss a single moment of the look on my face right now. My fingers moved even faster between my legs, desperate to get off, desperate to come with his cock in my mouth...
And then, it hit me. I clamped my thighs around my hand, the orgasm taking control of me, and moaned around his cock, eyes drifting shut as I felt the delicious pleasure shuddering from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp. And, it seemed, that was all it took to get him over the edge himself.
I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, and then, a warmth over my tongue – I swallowed on instinct, not even thinking twice about it, not wanting to lose this moment, not wanting to let it escape. I opened my eyes again, just in time to see the look on his face as he gazed down at me – and damn, it was hot. Knowing that I had managed to get him off, knowing that I had taken this man who was normally so in control of himself over the edge and into a release he couldn’t deny...I could already feel the desire rising in me again, even as the remnants of my orgasm throbbed through my system.
He pulled back finally, and I caught my breath, flicking my tongue across my lips demonstratively as we stared at one another. I had no idea what I was meant to say now – but I didn’t care. I had already shown him just how good my mouth could be when I wasn’t using it to talk, and, hell, he’d seemed to enjoy it...
He guided me to my feet once more, and pressed a kiss against the corner of my mouth, burying his face into my neck and inhaling deeply as he ran his hands up and down my body. I slipped my arms around him, legs still a little shaky from the orgasm, mind filled with ideas of what exactly I could do next.
"You should get to bed," he murmured to me. I pouted as I pulled back.
"By myself?"
