27. Booth
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
booth
Aly’s bedroom is feminine and minimalistic.
As she herded me to her room, I spied her easel and a pile of blank canvases in the corner of the living room.
Before I could ask her for a tour, she had my zipper down and her soft warm hand was fisting my cock.
It could wait.
Now, Aly watches me from the doorway.
Each sweep of her eyes heightens my senses.
I hold out my hand for her, but she backs away.
“I’m going to use the bathroom. Make yourself comfortable.” Her gaze trails to where my jeans are shoved halfway down my thighs.
“ With fewer clothes.”
My blood turns molten at the sensual sway of her hips as she drifts out of the room.
I press my palm into my erection, willing it to calm the fuck down.
I’d rather not finish in my pants again.
Her cream bedsheets look expensive—probably with an infinite thread count.
It’s no secret she’s here temporarily, yet seeing her unpacked suitcase leaves a fist-sized hole in my chest. My eyes home in on her dresser.
Among her perfume bottles and jewelry, a row of frames line the back.
When I stepped foot in her apartment, the question surrounding her parentage disappeared.
Without her here to distract me, my mind wanders.
I pick up a photo of five people; Aly stands in the center, surrounded by two taller men with olive skin, brown eyes, and light brown hair.
An older woman with matching features stands on one end while a bald man of similar age stands on the other.
Her brothers and parents, I presume.
I can’t help but notice Aly shares no similarities with either parent or her brothers.
Not everyone looks like their parents.
That has to be it. Because the alternative is too far-fetched.
Right?
“You’re not very good at following instructions, are you?” a sultry voice says behind me.
When I spin around, the frame clatters to the wooden surface, eyes popping out of my head.
Sheer black lace decorates her porcelain skin, the intricate detailing drawing my eyes to her breasts and the flare of her hips.
The sheer material does nothing to cover her dusky pink nipples and the landing strip I want to nuzzle my face into over and over again.
Her stomach is taut, but thighs and chest are delectably soft.
Untamed curls spill over her shoulders, perfectly tousled from my hands.
No artist—past, present, or future—could capture the bewitching beauty before me.
A vision in ebony; carved for my eyes only.
She doesn’t flinch when I bang my fist on the dresser and groan.
She smirks, my torment entertaining her.
“Have I died?” I rasp .
“Not yet. Now lose the clothes and put this on.” Something black and flimsy hits me in the chest.
I hold it up between my thumb and forefinger.
“ A blindfold?”
Her lips press together, eyes sliding to the bed in silent command.
Who am I to question the woman?
She laughs softly as I shed my clothes lightning fast.
My gray briefs drop to my feet, and my stiff cock juts out proudly.
Needing to ease some pressure, I stroke myself before she wags a finger at me.
“Ah-ah. No touching, remember? On the bed and cover your eyes,” she commands.
“ Be a good boy.”
Fuuuuck, that shouldn’t make me harder, but it does.
It really fucking does.
Obeying her, I settle against the pillows and slide the blindfold on to rest over my brow.
“ This isn’t some kinky payback for all the times I’ve annoyed you, is it?”
She circles the bed with a predatory gaze.
“Do you trust me?” she asks as the tip of her finger draws a path up my abdomen.
Do you trust me? I want to return, but bite my tongue.
“Always,” I say instead and plunge myself in darkness.
As the seconds tick by, my heart beats more rapidly.
I jolt when she takes hold of my wrists, lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“ Raise them above your head.”
Doing as she says, something soft loops around my hands as she secures me to the wooden slats of her headboard.
Her touch disappears again, and I listen intently.
A drawer opens, rustling, and then it closes.
The lack of sight and touch amplifies everything.
So when her hand returns to my skin, it feels like one hundred.
“Where do you want me, Booth ?” Her touch drifts to my thigh, millimeters away from my aching cock .
“ Fuck. You know where, Aly . Touch it for me. Please .” There’s a desperate urgency to my voice.
“Oh, but the games have only just begun,” she murmurs in mock disappointment.
Her journey stops inches from my balls, then disappears.
My hips thrust up, searching for her touch.
“Tsk, tsk. Such an eager boy.”
“You know I’m not a boy, Aly . Let me show you,” I beg, mind spinning.
She’s silent. Then something tickles my left nipple.
It’s soft, hardly noticeable.
It trails over my sternum, then circles my other nipple at a torturous pace.
A feather ? To add to the suffering, she blows along my stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps in her wake.
“You wicked thing. You’re going to pay for this.” I strain against my restraints when she moves south.
“ You’re going to feel me for days when I’m done with you, beautiful.”
I whimper.
Fucking whimper when her lips land on my nipple, swirling it with the tip of her tongue.
“That’s what I’m counting on,” she croons.
Her touch leaves me again, and I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.
As if I’ve touched a live wire, my hips rise off the mattress as the feather brushes over the head of my cock, dragging from tip to root.
She does this for an eternity, back and forth, while I unravel under her touch.
“You’ve been so good. Do you want your reward?” At some point, she’s shifted, her voice farther.
“I want free so I can fuck your sweet cunt again,” I growl.
Cool air kisses my throbbing length, and the bed dips as she maneuvers herself between my thighs.
Anticipation drives me insane, then finally— fucking finally —she puts me out of my misery when her hot mouth encompasses the tip of my cock, tongue swirling leisurely .
“Ah, fuck, shit.” My head thumps into the pillow as I resist the urge to thrust up.
“ Take me deeper. Show me what that sinful mouth can do.”
She pulls away with a pop.
“ Don’t forget who’s in charge.”
“God, you. Always you.” I am a man undone.
My response pleases her, and her mouth returns, no holding back.
She takes me to the back of her throat with ease, tongue gliding over the underside of my cock as she bobs up and down.
“Aly, take the blindfold off. Please , baby. I wanna watch.”
Without removing her mouth, she reaches up and plucks the blindfold off.
Thanks to the dim lighting, it only takes a second for my vision to refocus.
When it does, I want this image burned into my brain until the end of time.
Hair tied back, eyes glassy, straddling my thigh.
A seductress on a mission.
What fucking does it, is the smudges of red lipstick around her mouth and the base of my cock.
Lipstick she wasn’t wearing before.
“You’re such a goddamn tease.”
Her smile is evil and then she lowers her head.
Her tongue plays with the tip, gaze set on mine as I tug at my bindings.
“ Look at you. I bet you’d look even prettier choking on it. Show me how deep you can take it. Make it sloppy, beautiful. Mess those lips up a little more.”
Role forgotten, she follows my instructions enthusiastically.
This time when I reach the back of her throat, she swallows around me and holds.
Over and over she does this until the telltale sign of heat brewing low in my spine starts.
I’d love nothing more than to shoot down her throat and watch her swallow every last drop, but I’m ravenous to feel her come around me again.
“Untie me,” I order .
She hums around me, the sensation shooting straight to my balls as she shakes her head.
“Aly. I need to fuck you, baby. I’ve been so good. C’mon .”
She knows I could have broken out of these restraints at any moment.
When she ignores me, eyes flaring in challenge, I snap.
With a sharp tug, my wrists slip free, and I’m diving forward.
She squeals in delight, pushing at my chest while her legs wrap around my waist as I pin her to the bed.
“Games over, Silver . You’ve had your fun.” The head of my cock nudges her pussy through the lace.
“ Soaked through again, you messy girl.”
I swallow her whimpers as I continue to thrust shallowly, bumping her clit with each pass.
I tug down the cup of her bodysuit and suck a tight bud into my mouth, licking and biting.
“You’re fucking weeping for me,” I rasp against the curve of her breast. “ Are you done playing now?”
Her head jerks from left to right, but there’s a fire burning in her half-lidded stare.
She’s torn. Fighting with dominance and submission.
She chooses sides when she spreads her thighs, inviting me in.
All joking ends when my fingers hook into the thin material wedged between her pussy to snap it, leaving the garment in tatters.
“ This is going to be quick, but we’ve got all night.”
My little temptress raises her brow.
“ Very presumptuous of you to assume I won’t kick you out after this.”
My head falls back in laughter.
“ Remember , Aly ”— I notch myself at her entrance and ease in an inch—“you’re mine until you leave.”
And then I plunge all the way.
“Booth!” she screams, sharp nails clawing at my back as she gasps for air.
“ Fuck , that feels—you’re so deep like this. My god, I need you to move right this second.”
“As you wish.” I slowly retreat, wink, then snap my hips forward.
Her cries. My moans.
The slapping of skin.
A symphony of sounds orchestrated by us.
I slide my hands under her ass, raising her to rest on my thighs as I angle myself deeper, watching as I disappear inside her.
The sight erotic.
Our bodies sheen with sweat as I maintain a steady rhythm.
I bend, suckling a rosy peak, toying and biting as her hips undulate in time with mine.
Her body sings, but the melody of her cries is the sweetest noise.
My balls draw up and I slow the pace.
“ Where do you want me to finish?”
She doesn’t hesitate.
“ In me. I want your cum. Fill me.”
Fuck, her mouth.
Her eyes widen as I lean back, dragging her with me as I thrust harder.
The pad of my thumb circles the tight bundle of nerves, and that does it.
“Booth. I’m coming. Shit , shit. I’m coming.”
Her walls clamp around me, fingers scratching at my thighs, head thrown back.
Watching her fall apart has me following closely behind.
It takes two pumps then I’m spilling deep inside of her, voice hoarse as I shout through my orgasm and collapse on top of her.
It’s pure bliss. Her wrapped around me, panting against my shoulder as I bury my face in her neck.
It makes me want to slow down time.
As our breathing evens out, hearts calming, I soak up the moment.
Euphoric. Fulfilling .
Thrilling .
That’s how each second spent with her is .
I tease my brothers tirelessly when I witness them pining after their partners.
To me, it was ridiculous.
Now here I am, lying in the bed of a woman who I’m certain is my perfect match.
It’s a cruel joke that we’re worlds apart.
That she has to leave and I can’t go.
The killing blow to it all is that I’ve handed my trust over to Aly with ease.
While I don’t know what secrets she’s hiding, I know I haven’t gained hers.
And I don’t think I will before our time is up.