Chapter 9
EVA
Alex’s pants hit the floor. Shoes thud as he kicks them aside. Then his hands are on me again—urgent, greedy, everywhere at once. He groans into my mouth as he presses me against the wall like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he doesn’t hold me there.
My belly tightens. I’m soaking wet and aching for him to fill me.
I reach between us. No more delaying the gratification I crave! I need to touch him. I need to feel him.
My palm cups his hard cock.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat, low and feral.
Then his hand slides between my thighs and strokes me with ruthless efficiency.
My clit sings. My vagina pulses and contracts around the long fingers he thrusts inside.
Release crashes over me in seconds, staggering in its swiftness and force.
He holds me as I lean against him, gathering my wits.
“One down,” he whispers in my ear, “but I have more in store for you.”
I wink. “You’re lucky I want more, so you won’t be left with an overstock.”
He gives me the happiest grin I’ve ever seen on him.
Come to think of it, I’ve hardly ever seen him smile before.
He’d been consistently grim since we met at my engagement party.
When I asked Geoffroy why his younger brother hated me, he replied it wasn’t personal and that Alex was like that, a professional brooder.
I’m sure that’s why Alex’s smile hits me so hard.
But it doesn’t last. A shadow crosses his face and he frowns. “Damn! I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t planning for this to happen.”
“I’m still on birth control,” I say.
His eyebrows shoot up. “You didn’t want more children with Geoffroy?”
“It’s him who didn’t want any more children with me,” I blurt. “Not since—”
I bite my tongue before the words “Millie’s diagnosis” leave my mouth. It’s none of his business. Millie insists on keeping that secret close to her chest. I’d already told Pauline we weren’t going to use her health issues in our court battle, so there’s no reason Alex should know.
I say no more.
He nods once and says, “I’m clean, just so you know.”
“So am I.”
Without warning, his hands are on me, rough and possessive. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs as he hauls me up and heads for the bed.
I’ve never been carried like this before.
Lacking experience, I have legitimate concerns.
Is this safe? He’s tall and muscular, sure.
But I’m not so short myself. And, after Millie was born, I went from a girlish extra small to a womanly medium, to Geoffroy’s dismay, which he made clear more than once.
Gripping Alex tighter, I express my worry.
He stops. But instead of setting me down, his mouth descends on mine, hot and demanding. He shoves his tongue past my lips and… well, fucks my mouth with it. There’s no other way to describe this hard, wet, filthy kiss that makes my nipples stiffen into sensitive peaks.
When we reach the bed, he lays me down and settles beside me, cock prodding my hip. His mouth finds mine again. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Alex has kissed me more in the last hour than Geoffroy had in the previous year. All this kissing makes me lightheaded with desire and glee.
Alex grips the back of my thigh and drags it up around his hip. The movement spreads me open to him.
“You’re so beautiful!” he says, brushing my hair back from my face.
My toes curl at the compliment.
Don’t be silly, Eva! I tell myself. It’s just a line a man says to the woman he’s about to fuck. That’s all it is.
He holds himself above me and positions his cock at my entrance.
“Fuck,” he growls against my mouth, his voice hoarse enough to make my clit throb. “You’re dripping.”
He’s quick to drop the gentlemanly facade! I try to muster rightful anger, but I fail. When you value honesty as much as I do, it’s hard to fault dirty talk, which, at its core, is just raw truth. I am dripping.
I’m so wet his entry requires no effort from either of us.
There’s no chafing, no burning, none of the sensations I’ve come to expect from the early stages of sex.
His body pins me down, all hard muscle and coiled tension.
As his cock pushes into me, I arch into him on pure instinct, hungry for what he gives.
He fills me, inch by delightful inch, grinding the ridge of his cock against the soaked inner walls of my vagina in slow, torturous circles.
What a wonderful, perfect fit!
He pulls back and looks at me. I frown at the retreat. His dark eyes burn with something that makes my stomach clench.
“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you want it.”
I answer at once. “I want it. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me!”
And so, he does, with mathematical precision.
Every thrust penetrates me deeper and harder than the last, pushing me further toward that second orgasm he promised.
It feels a bit too calculated, I must say.
But it works, nonetheless. Each stroke feeds the hunger inside me—and at the same time makes me hungrier still.
Eager as I am, I don’t say anything, don’t try to spur him on. Years of Geoffroy’s training take over, holding me still. Passive. Malleable. Clay in his hands.
Alex has the reins, full control, while I just rock with his rhythm. The only liberty I allow myself is lifting my hips a little, desperate for more friction, and gripping his ass.
And what a gorgeous ass it is! I love the tight, muscular feel of it so much I don’t care if my groping puts him off.
He groans. “Eva, you feel… fuck. You feel like heaven.”
I can’t answer, too gone for coherent speech. My skin’s too hot, too sensitive. My heart beats like a drum in my throat.
He stops as his eyes search mine.
“Don’t,” I breathe. “Don’t you dare stop!”
A look of feral triumph crosses his face, and for a moment I think he’s going to tease me, drag this out until I’m begging.
But then his frown melts away, replaced by something raw and unhinged.
He pulls out almost completely, the sudden emptiness making me whimper.
And then, with a brutal thrust, he slams back into me, burying himself to the hilt.
The force of it knocks the breath from my lungs and lifts my back off the mattress. My fingers claw into his flesh.
“Aah!” I cry out, the sound rips from my chest.
That’s when he lets go of control. His thrusts become rougher, less studied, more real.
His forehead presses against mine, our breaths mingling in the narrow space between us as our rhythm turns frantic.
And I love every messy second of it! I love every inch of him—the way his cock stretches me, the way his hips grind against mine with a desperation that mirrors my own.
I’m not just lying here now; I’m meeting him halfway, rising and falling with him, my hips twisting sinuously against his. The slap of skin on skin is obscenely loud, drowning out everything else in the room.
He groans, a guttural, quintessentially masculine sound that sends a shiver down my spine. He pounds deeper, harder. I swear I can feel him hitting something inside me that makes my vision blur.
He pulls me closer, driving into me with a ferocity that flirts with the edge, but never crosses into actual pain.
We move together like it’s the only thing that keeps us sane.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, but now that it has, it’s unstoppable.
His cock fills me completely, and I can’t get enough.
“Harder,” I plead, my voice a ragged whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate. His hips snap forward, slamming into me so hard my nails dig into his flesh and rake down his back.
The pressure inside me is nearing the breaking point. My legs tighten around him, pulling him deeper still, and I can feel the telltale flutter of my orgasm building.
It looks like he teeters on the edge, too. The mere thought of him coming inside me sends me into a convulsive climax. I cling to him, riding wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. Alex follows moments later, his cock pulsing as he orgasms. And then he collapses on top of me.
After, we lie with our legs tangled in the sheets, our breathing uneven, skin flushed, bodies slick with sweat. I stare at the ceiling and try to calm the pounding in my chest.
I don’t speak.
Neither does he.
But his arm stays wrapped around my waist, his hand on my belly like he’s claiming the moment. I feel his cock harden again, pressed against my thigh. He really wasn’t overselling himself when he said he had more in store, was he?
This isn’t romance, I remind myself. It’s just a one-off. A release.
Taking Alex Castellane as a lover or boyfriend, or whatever term fits, would complicate my life in too many ways.
Not to mention my legal fight against him!
I’m sure he feels the same about me and the whole situation.
I’m sure that in the morning, we’ll part ways agreeing that this changes nothing. Seeing as it never happened.
But right now?
Right now, this is exactly what I need.