22. Alessandra
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
alessandra
The air in this tiny supply closet pulsates.
A cataclysmic force standing in wait as I contemplate my next move.
It’s alive; feeding off my racing heart and overstimulated senses.
Everything about Booth has me finely tuned.
His touch, smell, look, sound, taste.
Wanting him would be like taking your first hit.
The thrill and excitement draw you in.
Damn the consequences.
Saying no doesn’t feel like an option.
Or maybe I don’t want to.
If I don’t give in to it now, my cravings will worsen.
His deep voice cuts through the roaring in my ears.
It’s softer now. “ You’re in control, Aly . Always . We can go back out to the party and prete?—”
I silence him with a firm press of my lips, my tongue strokes his as my decision settles over me like a cool breeze.
My moment of hesitancy is blown away when he sighs into my mouth, his large hands squeezing my waist .
I pull away an inch, our noses brushing.
“ Do you ever shut up?”
A streak of moonlight from the narrow window is our only source of light, highlighting the menacing smile on his face.
“ Never , baby. And I happen to know you love my dirty mouth.”
“Is that so?”
He nods, and my stomach muscles contract when his fingertips ghost up the inside of my leg, not stopping until he glides through my wet folds.
“Fucking soaked,” he coos.
“ So needy for my cock, aren’t you?”
My limbs slacken.
He’s so vocal as he plays with me, whispering filthy words as he works a finger into me.
“ Fucking perfect. Do you want another?”
I nod, my walls tighten when he adds a second finger.
He toys with me, stroking and petting me deliberately.
As quickly as he starts, he retreats, and I’m left swaying from the loss of his touch.
He eyes the row of liquor bottles behind me.
“ Do I need to show you how to be a good girl?”
His cocky tone stokes a fire in me, riling me up.
But I want this. Want him.
So with my chin held high, gaze hard, I twist away, grip the middle shelf, and arch my back in offering.
“ Fuuuck . Look at that.” Booth’s words roll off his tongue like gravel, thick with lust. “ Lift your dress, Silver .”
The slide of soft velvet over my backside feels like tiny pricks across my skin.
The clear and amber liquids glitter under the dull lighting.
I steady my breathing, but at the sound of his belt buckle, it hitches.
My eyes stay forward.
I want to look, but love not knowing all the same.
His calloused palm runs over my exposed cheek, squeezing and lifting as he groans in appreciation.
Suddenly , the hot, blunt tip of him rests between the globes of my ass.
“You really are something,” he whispers hoarsely with shallow thrusts of hips.
He doesn’t enter me, just saws back and forth through the cleft of my bottom.
I’m done being teased.
A hiss escapes him when I tilt my hips up slightly, causing the head of his cock to press into my entrance.
“Fuck. No condom.” He sighs.
Dangerous. This is so dangerous, my voice of reason whispers.
I ignore it. Too pent up and impatient for any alternative.
“Bare,” I rasp. “ Fuck me bare. I’ve been tested and my tubes are tied.”
I know the moment my desperation flips a switch in him.
His grip becomes bruising and his breathing grows heavier.
One hand falls to my neck, fingers curling around my nape to twist my head.
My core clenches from his intense, passionate gaze as he peers down at me.
“ Are you sure?”
“Yes. If you are too.” Tucking my chin over my shoulder, I ensure he sees the resolution in my eyes.
“ I want all of you, Booth .”
That’s his green light.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”
He shucks his jeans halfway down his ass, shoves up the hem of his shirt, leaving me to salivate at the view.
Of course he’s beautiful.
His cock is thick, long, with a vein running along the underside that I want to trace with the tip of my tongue.
Slices of muscle frame a trail of dark hair at the base.
Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he fists himself with firm tugs.
“It’s not going to be gentle, Aly . I can’t. I’ve waited too long.” His voice pitches with each pull of his hand.
“I don’t want gentle. Fuck me like you need it.” I dangle the bait with my next words.
“ Unless you’re not up to it. ”
“You’re the devil.” His palm lands in the center of my spine, pushing me forward.
“ But don’t forget to scream my name when you see god. Now hold on tight.”
I grip the metal legs, my breath halting as he notches himself at my soaked entrance.
Like our kisses, there’s no warming up.
We both cry out as he slams home, one hand clutching my hip while the other tugs on my hair.
His pelvis meets my ass roughly.
Not a second later, he draws back before pistoning forward.
That’s the pace he sets, rutting into me with abandonment, grunting and groaning each time he slides in so deep, I see stars.
Nothing compares to the sensation.
And I lose myself to him with each punishing thrust.
His voice pulls me out of the thick haze I’m sinking into.
“ God fucking dammit, Alessandra . You’re so fucking tight. Watching you take my cock like this is a dream.”
The music drowns out my cries and the lyrics blur as pleasure seeps into my veins.
“ Shit . Oh — Oh , that feels so good. You feel so good. So deep.”
“I know, baby. I know. And you’re taking each inch so beautifully.”
His hand leaves my hair to tug down the neckline of my dress.
My breasts spill out, and Booth immediately tugs and tweaks my diamond-hard nipples.
I’m close already. On the precipice of detonation.
But my body craves a fraction more.
“Strangle my cock, Aly . I’m not finishing until you come around me with this needy cunt.”
Every time he speaks, my body temperature rises.
“Fuck, you’re doing it now. Squeezing me so tight.” His grip hardens, and my back bows.
“ You love when I talk dirty to you? ”
His teasing tone lights a fire under me that only he’s capable of; built of desire and witty remarks.
“I’d love it if you actually fucked me,” I say breathlessly.
“Oh, Silver .” I gasp when he pinches my nipple.
“ I can’t wait to shut you up with my cock.”
He holds nothing back.
Glass rattles. The shelves bang against the stone wall.
Our skin slaps together.
“Oh god. I’m going to come. Booth , fuck. Booth !” I scream.
His voice is tight; movements hurried.
“ Just me and you, baby. Let me feel it, Alessandra .”
Every inch of my skin, every fiber of my being, every nerve ending sings when he drives into me.
My toes curl. My voice grows hoarse.
My body loses sense as I careen toward mind-bending euphoria.
I break completely as my orgasm takes a hold of me.
Nothing — nothing— has felt like this before.
Before I fall into a heap of sated bones, Booth keeps me upright with a firm grip on my hips.
He isn’t tender, and I grow crazed for his masculine sounds as he continues to pound into me.
Completely at his mercy, another orgasm tingles low in my belly.
“Fuck, Aly . Aly . Aly . Aly . ” He chants my name like a prayer, taking what he wants.
And then we both see the light in synchrony.
My second orgasm barrels toward me.
I’m narrowly aware of Booth pulling out of me, then hot stripes paint my bottom and lower back.
The slick sound of his hand against his hard flesh mixing with our panting has me keening through the aftershocks.
He loosens his hold, and I wait for him to retreat.
Instead , he drops to his haunches.
My breath stutters when he grabs my ass cheeks and massages his cum into my scorching skin.
“ What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” he says softly.
Such a contrast to his harsh tone from earlier.
“ You create art. So let an artist admire his work.”
Filthy .
So fucking filthy.
“What a beautiful mess.” I’m not sure if he’s speaking to me or himself.
“ Fuck , I don’t want to forget this.”
His eyes meet mine, flickering with the afterglow.
I know what he’s about to ask, and my response is reason number one I never should have stepped foot into dangerous territory with him.
His jeans hang open, his half-hard cock shining under the dull lighting of the closet.
Digging into his back pocket, he holds up his phone.
“One picture.” And because I enjoy playing with fire, I bow my spine seductively and sway my ass in his face.
“ Make it worthwhile.”
He shakes his head and chuckles, and a flash illuminates the space.
Something in the bright white light has my brain rebooting.
I just fucked Booth —my employee—in a supply closet, while a hundred people stand outside.
This is the second time I’ve found myself in this situation with him, and I have to question if my sanity dissolved since landing in this town.
“Aly,” he warns. “ I can hear your big brain from here. Don’t overthink it. One night, remember?”
I ignore the trickle of disappointment that seeps into my chest at his reminder.
“You’re hearing things.” I wiggle my hips.
“ I can’t go back out there like this.”
He looks sad at the idea of cleaning me up.
Booth glances around, then leans over me to tear off a piece of paper towel.
With careful swipes, he cleans up his mess, then fixes my dress .
When I face him, I’m not surprised to find him looking smug as he scrubs a hand down his jaw.
His smirk grows when my eyes narrow.
“Don’t say it.”
“I don’t have to. The way you came around my cock is confirmation enough.” He leans in, nose skimming down my cheek.
“ Twice . You didn’t scream like that with your toy.”
“You’re fired,” I mumble, though my satisfied tone contradicts me.
“Nah. I’m your favorite employee.” Before I can blink, he lays a chaste kiss to the edge of my mouth, tucks himself away, and steps toward the door.
“ See you at work, boss. What a way to bring in the new year.”
His parting wink is the last thing I see before he disappears.
Despite knowing there’s only one outcome, I can’t find a modicum of regret over what we just did.
Well , there is some.
I’d never admit this to Booth , but I’m quickly wishing I hadn’t declared this a one-time occurrence.
That is until I realize he still has my panties. Motherfucker.