CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ALARA #3
He smirks through the kiss while lifting his hips to push his sweatpants and boxers down. As I pull away and move just a bit backward to see what I’m doing, I look at the way his lips part.
“Feel how fucking hard I am for you?” he rasps.
I shift my attention to my fist wrapped around him, feeling my panties go slick at the sight before me.
I pump him slowly, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the slit to spread the bead of pre-cum around.
Diego’s hips jerk, and I study his face to see what he likes.
He likes it when I squeeze just enough when I get to the crown.
Likes it when my nails graze the underside of his throbbing cock.
Likes it when I start picking up my pace, his breathing growing heavier.
“Fuck,” he whispers roughly. “Just like that.”
After he manages to unclasp my bralette and throws it on the couch, he stares at my cleavage as though he’s never seen one before. I laugh at his expression, but he only shakes his head before his hand is palming one breast as the other gains attention from his tongue.
I arch into him, marveling at the way he worships me with soft kisses and then more aggressive ones, nibbling on my skin and leaving his mark.
I pump him harder with a torturous pace, listening to the way his breathing starts to quicken when my thumb swipes over the slit on his crown.
When I try to get down on my knees to take him in my mouth, he stops me and throws me on the couch.
He tuts, standing, and taking his pants off all the way. I’m enthralled by his size, and the sight of him pumping himself shouldn’t be so damn attractive.
“Keep looking at me like that and we won’t be able to finish this the way I planned,” he says huskily. The next moment, he’s kneeling on the carpet with his fingers in the waistband of my sweatpants. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”
I love how caring and considerate he is.
The only response he gets is my legs spreading further. My pants are off in the blink of an eye.
He dots kisses on the inside of my knee, my thigh, brushes his nose against the fabric of my completely damp thong, and smirks. Once he tugs my panties down, he looks at me – all of me, laid bare before him – and gives his head a little disbelieving shake. “You’re perfect, Alara.”
I can’t even muster an answer because no one’s ever said that to me. And there’s no such thing as being perfect – but with the way he’s worshipping me right now, I might well think that I’m perfect to him.
He pulls me to the edge of the couch, draping my legs over his shoulders, and the first whisper of his breath on me makes me shiver.
The first touch of his tongue makes me shudder.
His hands travel upward to grab both breasts as he proceeds to lap me up from ass to clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before licking my slit with a languid, flat stroke.
I’m breathless and writhing and grabbing his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan against me. The vibrations make me tremble.
“So good,” he says, before diving back, flattening his tongue and switching between quick swipes and lazy strokes.
“This feels so good,” I tell him, rolling my hips.
I’ve never enjoyed guys going down on me before because they never knew how to pleasure me.
Diego knows exactly what I want, what I need, and it’s a mystery how well he already knows my body.
I look down to see him suck on my clit before devouring me again until I’m a shaking mess.
His name drips from my tongue sinfully, just as a hot wave of pleasure rushes from my spine down the rest of my body, pushing me to the edge. My orgasm creeps up on me unexpectedly, but I welcome the stars dotting my vision as my thighs tighten around his head.
“Fucking sexy,” he murmurs, giving me one last lick that has my legs spasming. He grins devilishly, his lips gleaming with my arousal.
My heart is beating so fast as I watch him run to the bathroom. He’s got a beautiful ass. A mouth-watering body.
“Are you objectifying me right now?” He comes back with a few condoms between his fingers, showering me in them when he gets close enough.
“Maybe.” I’m on my knees then, his cock in my hand, pumping the way he likes. I watch his abs contract, feel his hands going in my hair.
“I love your hair down,” he says softly.
“Noted.” And then my lips are wrapped around his tip, and the way he whimpers so unashamedly emboldens me. He gathers my hair in both hands as I sink until I can take what I can, my fist jerking the rest.
I don’t get to suck him off much because he pulls me up and sits on the couch. I straddle his legs, letting his eyes trace my body.
“Ah, hell,” he says. “You’re seriously beautiful.”
My cheeks burn. “Thank you.”
He always makes me feel as though I’m a unique work of art.
When he reverently looks me up and down, as if memorizing every curve, every inch of exposed skin, it dawns on me that it’s becoming terribly difficult to understand that we can’t be more.
I’ll never have more than this. But this is enough – that’s what I have to convince my pounding heart.
Our lips clash in a desperate kiss, my torso flush to his. I moan at the sensation, unable to stop myself from lowering down to rub my aroused center over his cock. He lets out a shuddering breath as I glide up and down, hitting my sensitive clit just perfectly as pleasure skates down my spine.
He throws his head back. “You’re so wet,” he moans. He helps me rock atop him with his hands, his lips parting. “Alara, baby, I need you now. Please.”
I reach for a condom and tear the foiled packet open before rolling the rubber down on him. I didn’t tell him last week that I’m on birth control because I like that he’s being responsible and careful. He’s a man compared to all the boys I’ve been with in the past.
Lifting myself on my knees, I rub his tip to my entrance as his tongue finds my nipple. His hypnotizing eyes look up at me. “You gonna take care of me, baby?”
“Yes. Such good care of you.” I lower myself onto him, ignoring the slight pain as he stretches me out. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone, and I know he’s going to ruin me for any other man.
“Relax,” he whispers, rubbing my clit lazily. I already feel full. “Take it all the way, Alara. You’re barely halfway down.”
I almost scoff at the smug tone he uses, but instead only brace my hands on his shoulders and sink down until he’s buried to the hilt. At the first roll of my hips, he whimpers and pulls me in for a kiss, distracting me from the light tension in my body.
“Okay?” he whispers. I nod. “Good. Fuck me when you’re ready.”
It takes a few seconds for the discomfort to dissolve and for my hips to undulate. With the way I’m positioned, my clit rubs against him in the most delicious way.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts. “Why did I wait so long to have you?”
Exactly my thoughts.
His hands find my ass. They palm and touch and explore before helping me move up and down, back and forth.
“Shit, you should see yourself right now.” His eyes are set on where we’re connected. “You’re doing so well. Keep going. You feel so good.”
I kiss him, moans rising from both our throats. I find a rhythm that has me panting and him whimpering or muttering curses. Leaning back with my hands on his knees, I swivel my hips. Feeling his cock twitch, my core clenches as a response.
“You like riding me?” he asks hoarsely.
I nod. “You feel amazing.”
A sexy smile spreads across his lips. “You look good on me. Taking what you want.”
His eyes are darkened with lust, and when he rakes his gaze over my bouncing breasts, I pick up my pace, chasing my pleasure like I’ve never done before.
I kiss him again. And again. And again. His palms are laid flat on my back, keeping me pressed to him as our warm breaths entwine. He swallows every gasp, every breath, like they belong to him.
When he moves to lie on his back and keeps me on top of him, I bury my face in his neck just as he starts pistoning into me from below.
A cry leaves my mouth. This angle is deep, incredible.
I feel him everywhere, throbbing and twitching.
He murmurs my name like in worship, cupping my face to kiss me hurriedly.
I rise on my palms on either side of his face, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his mouth around my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, his pace almost punishing as he unapologetically thrusts in and out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants.
“Come for me.” I push back against him, the sound of skin slapping mixed with our arousal and our heavy breathing bouncing off the walls.
One last punishing thrust, and Diego jerks into me and comes so hard that his hips still and his grip around me tightens.
I drink in the raspy sound he makes – something so mesmerizingly sexy, so masculine and hot – and chuckle in the crook of his neck while he slowly rides out of his high with languid pumps.
After a few moments of him lying still and caressing my back, he pulls out, then brings my face to his. “You didn’t come.”
It’s not even a question. He knows it, and I didn’t want to fake it with him.
I swallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’ve never come with penetration. Maybe something is wrong with me, but it’s never happened before and—”
“Baby . . .” he whispers. There’s a little line between his brows. “Come lie down for a sec.”
As I maneuver on the couch, he regards me with a certain softness, a little bit lazy, a little drunk on me.
He looks perfect like this, with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, bright eyes.
He looks like mine. “I’m obsessed with you,” he rasps, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me down to lie on his chest.
“The sentiment is reciprocated.” The way he makes me feel is electrifying and lights every one of my cells on fire. It’s terrifying, and I shouldn’t linger on the thought, but I’ve always been powerless when it comes to him.