Chapter 13
13
“ I want more.”
Alejandro glances down at me, his stare delving deep. “Are you sure?”
Yes. No. I’m not sure, but I know I’m not ready for tonight to end.
I nod.
Gently, he grabs my wrist and places my hand over his erection.
Damn, he’s hard. And large. Very large. Oh, wow …
“I’m dying to feel you around me,” he whispers. “Your mouth, your pussy… Tell me everything you desire. How much of you will you surrender to me?”
He thinks I’m in control? Ha! The real question is, can I actually hold anything back?
I stroke my way up his cock, to find the catch of his slacks. I flip it open, and he sucks in a harsh breath. Another groan from the audience spurs me on. With slow torture in mind, I ease down his zipper, taking my sweet time.
“If you have a ‘no’ on the tip of your tongue, say it now.”
I lean closer to his primal male heat, my lips hovering above the hard nub of his brown nipple. I flick a heavy-lidded gaze up to his face, latching onto his burning stare. “Never heard the word.”
Did I really just say that? When have I ever been so brazen? Or assertive or hungry or dying to feel a man burning me up? Never. For years, I’ve poured all my passion into dance. When I perform, I can express my pent-up sexuality through the movements of my body and the sensual interaction with my partner. In real life…I’ve never put a tenth of my passion into sex. Tonight—now—I want to change that.
Alejandro compels me to.
I close my mouth around his nipple and nibble him with my teeth. He groans long and loud. Holding in my satisfied smile, I push his pants over his hips, sliding them down his thighs.
His cock springs free, so hard it bounces against his belly. So long, it reaches toward his navel. So thick, I can barely get my hand all the way around it. So perfect, I suspect that once he sinks into me, I’ll feel not only more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced, but ecstasy beyond my wildest fantasies.
Panting, I fall to my knees. I can hardly wait.
Alejandro
W hen my pants reach my ankles, I’m glad I didn’t bother with anything underneath.
I’m even more glad to see Shanna on her knees, eyeing my cock.
I can’t resist taking my shaft in hand, stroking softly before I guide the weeping head closer to the lush haven of her lips.
With a shuddering exhalation, I anchor my palm around her pale crown. Her lips part, and she opens wide to take inch after inch inside the wet heat of her mouth. Dios mío!
She sucks hard. I feel her all around my cock. My crest nudges the back of her throat. Her tongue swipes the sensitive underside, then swirls around the desperate purple crest.
Fuck, I’m melting.
It’s heaven. Shanna must be. She’s the closest thing to it I’ve ever felt. No surprise since she’s sleek and built for long, intense fucks. I’d love to show a rapt audience her pleasure. They’d drink in the sights and sounds of her.
To my left, the usual players now watch us. They moan. A few guys adjust themselves. Others have given up any semblance of self-control and are stroking their cocks. A few women have wandered into the room with curious eyes. If they stay, I hope they understand there will likely be a long line of aroused members to fuck them.
Then Shanna draws back, her tongue laving the head of my cock, igniting a maelstrom of icy-hot tingles in my balls, down my spine. I stop thinking completely. I'm too full of sensation now, so I fuck her mouth slowly as she whimpers around my shaft, her fingers tightening on my thighs.
She takes me to the back of her throat again. Her nails dig into my skin, and the hint of pain pushes me closer to the edge of ecstasy. Damn, I’m going to come if she keeps that up.
A part of me aches to rush headlong into bliss and explode on her tongue and down her throat, just for the sheer joy of watching her swallow me.
But I want to fuck her sweet, swollen pussy more.
Way more.
Gritting my teeth, I withdraw from the snug nirvana of her mouth. She protests with an unintelligible groan, but I lift her to her feet. She’s facing me, panting with me, aching for me.
Suddenly, I whirl her away, stopping her only when she faces the tall poster bed. I urge her to bend over it, my fingers clamped on top of hers, and force her to grab the nearest corner pole.
“Hold tight,” I growl in her ear. “You’ll need to.”
The instant she complies, I fish the condom from my pocket and roll it on, counting the torturous heartbeats until I’m balls deep inside Shanna. I’ve waited for months. It takes seven torturous seconds to bury myself inside her. It feels like forever.
But once I’m in? Fuck. She’s scalding hot. Fist-tight. Madre de Dios, I’m not going to last. But by damn, I’ll send her over the edge first.
Bracketing harsh fingers on her hips, I shove hard inside her. Her pussy feels so swollen, I have to fight my way deep.
She hasn’t confessed, but my guess? She hasn’t had sex in months, maybe longer.
That’s going to change. No way will tonight be the last time I’m inside her. No longer will I wait weeks, or even days, to feel her again. Even waiting hours sounds like torment.
Jacked up on an overload of sensation and a burning need to come brewing at the base of my spine, I take a deep breath and plunge into her again. It isn't helping my concentration to see people masturbating to the sight of Shanna’s naked body. Or one of the women in the room with her skirt around her waist and a man’s cock buried inside her as she straddles his lap.
Tearing my gaze away, I focus on the long line of Shanna’s graceful spine, her mussed golden tresses spilling across her narrow back. I can’t not touch her.
Lifting one hand off her hip, I reach around her and toy with her breasts, pinching one responsive nipple. She gasps, and my primitive side takes over. I sink my teeth into her neck while I squeeze her other nipple. Her body responds instinctively, tightening on my cock.
She’s close.
Thank god. So am I.
Gliding my palm down her belly, I bury my fingers into the sparse curls between her legs. There. Her clit stands up, hard and pleading for my attention. I'm not about to say no.
I swipe my fingers across her bundle of nerves. She moans, tightens again. The friction of moving inside her is about to blow the top off my head. But I can't stop.
“Do you see them watching you?” I growl, on the edge. “Do you see them wanting you?”
“Yes,” she cries. “Yes.”
“I want you more.”
“Oh, god,” she gasps. “Alejandro!”
I strum her clit once more. “You’re going to come for them.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to come for me.”
Damn, I’m trying so hard to hold it together that I’m cross-eyed and slurring my words. But she understands.
“Yes!”
And then she does, crying out as she clamps down on me, milking my cock with her pulsing walls.
My self-control doesn’t stand a chance.
The sensation starts deep in my gut and drops with heavy need right into my balls. Pleasure climbs up, up, up my cock until I find myself shouting my throat raw in release.
I clutch her tight, pumping my way through the utopia of her cunt, with just one thought rattling through my fevered brain:
Mine .