Chapter 51
Fifty-One
I grab on to his wide shoulders when Aleksander picks me up. “What—”
Anything else I had wanted to say gets pushed aside when he kisses me.
“The first time we make love isn’t going to be a quickie in the kitchen.” Carrying me into the living room, he gently lays me on the blanket next to the fireplace. My hands follow everywhere his light-gray eyes travel as they roam my body.
Aleksander emits a throaty groan as he watches me touch myself. “You are a fucking goddess.”
Going to my knees, I sit back on my heels and kneel in front of him. “What I am is yours,” I reply, pushing his hands out of the way so I can undo the zipper of his dark trousers.
I had only gotten to see a glimpse when I walked in on him in the shower a year ago.
Aleksander is a big man…everywhere. Muscular, tall, and commanding, he exudes masculinity.
But beneath the surface is a man who is insanely intelligent, kind, and protective.
He’s also a man who has a heart that can easily be broken.
It’s a heart I will pour all my love into for the rest of our lives.
“I believe this is my job, husband,” I tell him, knowing the effect that endearment has on him.
Taking over, he stands perfectly still as I undress him.
My lips press a line of kisses along the swells and dips of his Adonis belt and chiseled stomach as I push the leather strap out of the buckle to remove his belt.
Aleksander seems entranced by how I meticulously pull the belt through the loops until it comes off completely.
I set it on the blanket. I have plans for it later.
He sucks in a harsh breath when I grip his cock at the base, my hand not able to fully circle the girth of him, and a flood of wetness drips down my thighs. He’s going to rip me apart when he fucks me, and I’m going to love every fucking second.
Channeling my inner seductress, I drag my tongue up the underside vein to the bulbous tip. He feels like satin over steel.
“Aoife,” he moans, hooded eyes locked on me.
“Yes, husband?”
Fisting my hair, his muscles tremble with how hard he’s fighting to stay in control and not take over.
Peering up at him through my lashes, I lap at the droplets of cum that leak out, then wrap my lips around him and suck.
The blunt nails of fingers dig into my scalp, and I love the sharp nip of pain it produces.
His jaw clenches, and he hisses through his teeth when I flatten my tongue and take him to the back of my throat, deepthroating his dick until I gag.
A low growl rumbles up, and I’m suddenly hoisted to my feet. Aleksander’s mouth crushes mine, our tongues meeting on twin moans.
Hands dueling with one another’s, we hurriedly push each button through its buttonhole on his shirt, and an appreciative hum escapes when I finally get to see all of him.
Aleksander is covered from neck to ankle in ink like Constantine.
Gorgeous, intricate artwork that must have taken days to complete each design.
Splaying my hands over his defined pectorals, I lean in and tongue his dusky nipple, loving the slightly salty taste of his skin. “Tá tú ag breathnú go hálainn.” You are beautiful.
“I’m not going to be able to hold back this first time. I want you too fucking much.”
“I don’t want you to hold back.”
The way his eyes turn black with need has my core throbbing with urgency. We have all night to make love. Right now, I want him to claim me. Own me. Fuck me. Fast. Hard. All-consuming.
Giddiness bursts out of me when we tumble to the floor, the soft chenille blanket and throw pillows cushioning our fall.
My laughter suddenly dies when he lands on top of me, but it’s the love shining behind his pewter-grays that has my heart rate tripping over itself.
The air surrounding us electrifies, pulsing like a physical thing.
Like lightning in a bottle. This moment right here…
this incredible thing between us that refused to die and only grew stronger even though distance and time separated us… is everything.
“I love you, Syn.”
He kisses the pad of my thumb when I brush it across the seam of his mouth. “I love you right back.”
“Every night I would look up at the stars and wonder if you were looking at the same ones,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
“And every night when I fell asleep, I dreamed of you,” he says against the swell of my breast, his warm tongue circling my areola before sucking on the tight bud, and pleasure zings from my nipple directly to my pussy.
He makes love to me with his mouth, and even though he said he wouldn’t be able to hold back, he seduces me with tenderness until I’m a writhing, panting mess underneath him.
Ember pops and sizzle as the fire crackles beside us, the orange and yellow glow creating a play of shadows over his handsome face.
The boy from my childhood who became a formidable man.
The shy, lonely teenager with the light-gray eyes who would stand on the other side of the ballroom, gathering the courage to ask me to dance.
The dangerous man I met as Syn on the elevator who stalked me and protected me in equal measure.
“Aleks.” I reach for him, and our fingers tangle.
With one smooth thrust, he enters me, inch by erotic inch, until he’s seated fully inside me.
Our synchronous moans speak the words we don’t say.
How damn good it feels to finally give in to the love we denied for too long.
How complete we are together, those missing pieces snapping into place and making us whole.
Our lips meet, our kiss slow and sensuous, mimicking the languid tempo of our lovemaking. Aleksander kisses me in a way that I can only describe as decadent.
“You feel like heaven, Songbird.”
And then he moves.
Our joined hands hold tight as he fucks me, every thrust, every roll of his hips has me moaning his name. Slow turns to punishing as Aleksander pounds into me, taking me higher and higher. Deeper. Harder.
So fucking good.
That familiar pressure coils, tighter, faster, the building orgasm threatening to destroy me in the most amazing way. Not breaking our connection, he gathers me in his arms and lifts me off the floor. I wrap every part of myself around him, chest to chest.
“I want to watch you come,” he grunts out, grabbing my waist and slamming me down on his cock with brute force.
His arm muscles bulge as he moves me, riding me hard until my thighs burn with fatigue. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, my whimpers, his grunts—the living room fills with the debauched music of animalistic sex.
“Aleks, I…Oh god. Aleksander!” My orgasm hits like a wrecking ball, hurling me into sweet oblivion.
“Syn.” His guttural moan of my name sets me off again, and I climax a second time when I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his cum, the sensation more wonderful than I could have imagined.
The room cartwheels when we collapse onto the blanket in a tangled, sweaty, satiated mess.
Lying in the quiet aftermath, Aleksander strokes my neck and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Happy?”
Eyes bright and wearing a goofy grin, I crawl on top of him and butterfly kisses over his face. “Very.”
“Hungry?”
“Yes.”
He cups my breasts. “The food is probably cold by now.”
“I didn’t say I wanted food. If I recall, you have a number to beat. Right now, it’s a tie. Three to three.”
He flips our positions, his cock already, amazingly hard again. “It’s about to be three to four.”
My heavy eyelids flutter open as the dim light of early morning peeks through the blinds.
The fire has died down, no longer able to chase the chill from the air, but I’m not cold, lying on top of Aleksander, his arms around me, his semi-hard dick still inside me.
I think we passed out at some point after fucking for hours.
I am sore in places I never knew existed, and that’s saying something.
Aleksander’s arms tighten their hold in his sleep when I press a kiss to his chest and try to move. I didn’t hear the guys come back last night, and I want to go check on Fénix.
Something tugs my hand, and I realize that Aleksander isn’t the only person holding me.
Turning my head, my heart skips a beat when I meet whiskey-brown eyes.
“Hi,” Tristan silently mouths.
“Hi.”
Tristan’s gaze flicks to Aleksander, then returns to me, and he smiles. “Love you.”
“Love you more.”
Lying on his side, he kisses my forearm because Constantine is the other person holding my hand. He’s sound asleep behind Tristan, his arm extended over Tristan’s chest…and they’re spooning?
Trying to suppress my giggles, I bite my lip. “You two are adorable,” I whisper, keeping my voice to a hush so I don’t wake Aleksander.
“My left ass cheek is asleep because Con won’t let me move.”
As carefully as I can, I slip my hand from Constantine’s. Of course, he wakes up.
“Morning, sweet girl.”
I rest my cheek on Aleksander’s shoulder. “Morning.”
Tristan runs the backs of his knuckles down my arm. “Things go good?”
“That’s a dumb-ass question since he still has his dick stuck inside her,” Hendrix mumbles from my other side.
“Where’s Fénix?” My “mom” sixth sense hasn’t gone off.
“Already fed him an hour ago.” Hendrix curses when Cocky Bastard lets out a loud crow. “Fuck that demon bird. He can wait for his breakfast. I’m going back to sleep. Come here and sit on my face, Firefly.”
“Fuck off,” Aleksander mumbles.
“You’ve had her all fucking night. Sharing is caring between friends.”
“Good thing I don’t like you, then.”
Aleksander sleepily swats him when Hendrix flicks his ear. “You love me.” Smacking my ass, he gets up and stretches his arms over his head and yawns. “Since everyone is up, I want pancakes.”
“And coffee,” I quickly add.
“I’ll trade you a coffee for a blow job.”
“Deal.”
Giving Aleksander a smug middle finger, he whistles all the way to the kitchen.
“When did you get home?” I ask, inhaling sharply when Aleksander hardens inside me.
“Ten. We came in through the back door. FYI, you may want to check Hen’s phone.”
“Why?” It comes out as a moan when Aleksander sneaks his hand between us and goes straight for my clit.
Constantine sits up to get a better view.
“He may have snuck downstairs with his phone a few times,” Tristan replies, maneuvering behind me and kissing my neck.
He videoed Aleksander and me having sex? It’s hard to balk when I’m about to come.
Tristan folds me forward, and my hair falls past my shoulders when I brace my hands on Aleksander’s wide chest. I’m about to be tandem-fucked good morning, and I’m all for it.
“For fuck’s sake,” Hendrix complains when he comes back with my coffee. Setting it down on the side table, he reaches behind him and pulls off his T-shirt. “Let’s see if we can make this interesting.”
Me and my four guys.
The beginning of us.
Best morning ever.