Beautiful Rose (Elixir Billionaires #1)

21. Rose

21

ROSE

“Please don’t stop.”

As the words leave my mouth, Zander’s soft eyes light up with passion. His grip on my face tightens, and his gaze flicks up to my lips before they lock with mine again. His touch is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His soft hands cradling my face makes me feel wanted, protected, and… loved. Everything I’ve never felt in my life.

“No more tears, couch girl.” His lips press against my cheek, capturing a tear that has managed to escape. “You’ve had enough things to cry about. From today, no fears, and definitely no tears.”

His foreign words of concern break the dam of my emotions, and everything comes crashing down. I hide my sobbing face in his hard chest.

“Shh, Marr.” He strokes my back with his long fingers. Bending his knees, he lifts me off the ground.

“Zander!” I squeak.

“Shh.” His hands settle under my behind. My hands automatically lock around his neck and my legs around his waist, hugging him like a koala. He walks into the living room, carrying me as if I weigh nothing.

Holding me in his arms, Zander takes a seat on the couch. I try to move away from his lap, but his firm hold prevents my move.

“We were in the middle of something,” he whispers before relocking his lips with mine and continuing his magic, taking me someplace far away, where things aren’t scary.

He sucks and nibbles on my lips, his warm breath mixing with mine. Without hesitation, Zander pushes his tongue into my mouth, swiping my teeth before rolling it over my tongue. For one second, I think about how I didn’t brush my teeth after dinner. But in the next second, that thought is wiped away by his intoxicating touch.

My tongue hesitantly enters his mouth, and he sucks on it hard before biting and sending a jolt between my thighs. A loud moan escapes me, and his hips jerk forward in response. That’s when I feel him, big and hard.

Am I prepared for it tonight?

He places his forehead on my cheek and whispers in a husky voice, “Feel what you do to me.” When I tremble at the feel of his warm breath on my skin, he adds, “Don’t worry, we’ll ignore the little soldier today.”

“He doesn’t feel little,” I murmur back.

Zander chuckles before his voice gets serious. “I’ll never do anything without your permission, you know that right?”

“Yes.” I don’t need to think twice before answering. I trust him completely.

“That’s what’s important. And believe me, in the future, you will be glad he isn’t small.” He winks, making my entire body tingle with that dimple, which is so close to me today. “For now, let’s give him some room. Why don’t you get your laptop, and we’ll watch a movie? Meanwhile, I’ll try to bring the little guy down.”

I’ve never heard anyone talk about their private parts in the third person. I look down at his pants and notice the huge bulge. God! I can’t take my eyes off him. I’m trying to make out how big the little soldier really is when Zander puts his finger under my chin and lifts my face.

Ship. How long was I staring at his penis?

“If you keep looking at him like that, you’ll only be encouraging him. Unless you want to play with him tonight?” He raises one eyebrow, grinning with his perfect white teeth on full display.

“No. No playtime tonight,” I reply in a hurry.

“That’s what I thought. Now go get your laptop.” He playfully smacks my behind before pushing me off the couch.

When I enter my room, I take a deep breath before jumping on the bed. I press my face in the mattress which muffles my squeals.

My heart pounds as I glance at myself in the mirror. Red hot cheeks, wild eyes, ruffled hair, and a huge smile. The girl in the mirror doesn’t look like me. Before I can think more, I hear Zander moving some furniture in the living room.

I grab my laptop and bounce toward the living room.

I place the laptop on the coffee table and hand Zander my super soft, plush fleece blanket. “It gets cold at night.”

He finds a classic on Netflix and gets rid of his jacket and shoes. His tie hangs loose, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Zander looks so different in my living room. In the office, he has this bossy and commanding demeanor, but here, he looks so young and laid back, but no less appealing.

“Come here,” he beckons to me, and I sit beside him and throw the blanket over us. He looks at me, perplexed, before pulling me snug under his arm. I relax close to his pounding heart and toasty body. No longer scared of the proximity, I bury my nose in his chest and take a whiff of the Zander-vanilla smell.

When he sees what I’m doing, he chuckles. I hide my face in his chest, and he hugs me tight. But I can feel his body shaking with suppressed laughter .

Somewhere in the middle of the movie, the heroine and hero get into an argument, and she starts calling him silly nicknames. I can’t hold back my giggle at yummy bums.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Zander growls against my ear before biting my earlobe.

His touch makes the butterflies in my stomach go wild. My breathy voice comes out shaky as I say, “Don’t worry. I think your name is unusual enough.”

He stiffens at my lighthearted remark, and his deep voice transforms into something edgy. “You don’t like my name?”

“No…I like it, very much,” I reply in haste. “Actually, it suits you,” I assure him, patting lightly on his chest.

He looks down at me, his soft gaze still a tinge wild. “Zander means protector, and I’ll always protect what’s mine. My family, my brothers, and you, Marr.”

My heart hammers loud and fast against my constricting chest. He doesn’t know what his words mean to me. How much I want him to protect me? How much I’ve wanted someone to look after me, keep me safe? I swallow my emotions and bury myself deeper under his arm, in his warmth. Maybe I can finally have my happy and safe place.

A sensual scene plays on the screen, and Zander pulls me into his lap. His hands are on my waist, sliding to my stomach. Pausing every so often, he gives me time to get used to his touch. But nothing could have prepared my pounding heart when he nuzzles my shoulders. My skin burns as his fingers rest on my bare belly under the cotton T-shirt. He continues the playful assault of his lips, adding his tongue and licking my neck.

I groan, leaning back into his chest, unsure whether to focus on his hands or his mouth. Using his teeth, he drags the neck of my T-shirt over my shoulder, exposing me to his urgent tongue.

“Zander,” I moan as an unknown feeling engulfs me, making me delirious .

“Relax,” he whispers in my ear.

What is he saying? How can I relax when he’s doing all that?

My hands slide up to grip his strong biceps, anything to ground me. But he gives me no chance. His exploring hand ascends my body. When I realize where his hand is going, I feel scared and shy at the same time. No one has touched me like this.

“Zander.”

His hand is hovering over my right breast when he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”

I don’t want him to stop. I want to experience everything with this man I’m deeply falling for.

“No. It’s just...I-I haven’t…I’ve never—”

“Hush, Marr. We’re in this together. We’ll learn about each other together.” And just like that, his hand settles on my breast. His soft fingers gently graze the edges of my bra under the T-shirt. “It’s sexy. Tell me the color.”

“P-pink,” I stammer.

He chuckles, his lips pressing on my shoulders. “Pink seems to be your color tonight.”

“I like…pink,” I confess, my head resting on his broad shoulder.

“I like you in pink,” he says, pulling the lacy bra cup under my breasts.

I freeze, feeling too exposed.

“I just want to feel you. Nothing more.” His breath caresses my skin, his touch reverent. “Is this pink too?” he asks, pinching my pebbled nipple.

Sweet Sugar! Do people talk like this?

“Tell me.” He pinches hard. “Or should I check for myself?”

“They are pink,” I rush. Thankfully, it’s dark. The only light is coming from the laptop screen, the forgotten movie still running.

“I’m already in love with them,” he says, giving my breast another squeeze. “God, you are fucking soft, beyond anything I imagined. Like cream and butter.”

He imagined me, us, like this?

His hands move behind me, and he swiftly unclasps my bra, faster than I’ve ever managed to. Grabbing the hem of my T-shirt, he drags it up in an attempt to remove it.

“Zander!”

“I want to touch you, feel your skin, and give you a taste of me. Nothing more, I promise,” he whispers reassuringly before removing my T-shirt and my already hanging bra. I try to cover my exposed chest with my arms, but his hands beat me to it, and he takes ahold of my breasts from behind again.

“No hiding from me, sweetheart.” His mouth moves lower on my back as he gives me a long lick from one shoulder to another, and I squirm under the touch of his hot lips.

His hands glide slowly from my sternum toward my stomach, and I shiver as his index finger makes circles over my belly button. His exploring hands travel further down, moving past the waistband of my shorts and skating over my panties. My brain’s in a crazy mixed state of fear and excitement.

I suck in a breath as his fingers gently pat my mound and send every nerve signal from my brain to the part of my body which, till today, was only acquainted with me.

“Is this also pink?” he asks, tugging my panties between his fingers. When I just hum, he whispers, biting my earlobe. “Is that a yes?”

“Hmm.” That’s all I can manage, and my inability to speak amuses him greatly.

After making several circles on the cotton covering my sex, he moves lower and sighs. “So wet, Marr.”

His fingers gently brush over the cotton, trying to collect the moisture. The friction ignites something unknown in me, and I moan. After bringing his hand close to his face, Zander inhales.

Ship! Did he just smell my…

“Your scent is breathtaking.” He groans.

Oh, my. He did.

His hand returns to the inside of my shorts, over my panties, and this time he rubs harshly. The action pushes the cotton into my wet folds, and all my nerve endings fire in response. I arch my back, and my hands go around his neck, my head resting on the hollow of his right shoulder. I pull him closer as he starts to make fast circles over my sex.

“Ah,” I cry.

“So responsive, Marr. I’m not even touching you.” His hoarse voice is foreign to me.

“Zander!”

“Yes couch girl, let it go. I can’t believe you can get off so easily. Fucking hell.”

When he pinches my cotton-covered clit, something unknown loosens within me. I scream so loud that he has to put his free hand on my mouth.

I burst into tears from this unfamiliar sensation of freedom.

“Holy shit, Marr. Did I hurt you?” He turns me in his lap and peers at me with worry-filled eyes.

“No, not at all. But I-I can’t seem to stop.” I wipe the tears rolling down my face.

He holds me in his arms as I bury my face in his chest, holding on to him like he might disappear and this night will turn into nothing but a dream.

Several minutes pass until Zander caresses my back and asks warily, “Do you want to talk about it? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

I hate myself for making him feel this way. “I...liked it. Very much. My head…was light, and it reminded me of the only time I had too much wine,” I try to explain .

I can feel his smile on my hair. “It feels good, right?”

“Yes. But I can’t stop my tears.” I look at his handsome face. Is he disappointed?

“It’s okay, Marr. Sometimes good and bad emotions come together. It’s normal.”

I know it’s not normal to cry while making love, but Zander would never let me feel any different.

“It was...it was...” I try to put the feeling into words.

He chuckles. “An orgasm, baby.”

“My first orgasm,” I whisper, knowing my teary face has a hundred-watt smile.

An identical smile lights his face. “Yes, your first orgasm. There are several more you’re going to get, but not tonight.”

Surprisingly, his words make me sad. Now I know what all the fuss is over, and we haven’t even done it yet.

He helps me put my T-shirt back on and pulls me to his chest. “Thank you, Marr,” he says against my hair.

“You’re thanking me?” I ask incredulously.

He tips my chin up with a finger and lazily places his lips over mine. “Thank you for sharing this intimate moment with me.”

“ Thanks to you too,” I whisper, my beaming face telling him, for sure, how much I’m thankful.

“You are very welcome.” He smiles and gives me a swift kiss. “But I need to make some adjustments.”

I don’t understand until he gets up and tugs on his pants. I realize we didn’t do anything to ease him, but I’m not sure what the protocol is in this situation.

“Um, do you want…me to…” I try to ask, not knowing what exactly I’m asking.

“Have you given a blow job before?” He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow.

“No,” I reply hastily, which causes a dimpled smile to pull on his lips.

“I think we’ve had enough adventure for the day, babe.” He must have caught my drooping lips, because suddenly he tips my chin up with his fingers. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, Marr. Don’t worry about me. Today is just the beginning. I’ll definitely ask you to return the favor one day.” He leaves the last sentence hanging in the air as a warning before sauntering toward the kitchen.

My heart thumps too loud. I’m not sure if it’s from the excitement or fear of his declaration.

He returns with two cans of soda and hands me one. His eyes never leave mine as he sips the drink. The movement of his neck as the liquid flows down seems unreasonably erotic.

Placing the can next to the laptop on the table, he asks, “Can I stay the night?” There’s a hint of hesitancy in his voice, as if I’d deny his request.

“I’d love for you to stay the night.” I stand and my hands naturally curl around his strong waist. My head rests over its favorite place tonight: his warm, pounding heart.