Chapter 46 #2
I’m panting, gasping, my body burning under his touch, an inferno that licks through me in the best, most unbearable way.
I’m already painfully hard, throbbing inside my briefs.
His mouth finds my chest, his tongue circles my nipple hot and wet, before sucking hard enough to pull a groan from deep in my chest as my hand tangles in his hair, holding him there because I don’t want him to stop.
“Fuck, I like that sound,” he rasps against my skin, his breath hot. Then he bites, just enough to make me gasp, and soothes it with another slow, wet circle of his tongue. My head falls back, and his name tears out of me, raw and broken.
His fingers hook into my waistband, dragging my jeans down, then my briefs, slow enough to make me ache, until I’m bare between his thighs, flushed and open to him.
His mouth never leaves my skin, kissing, biting, claiming, while his hands roam my hips, my stomach, the insides of my thighs, leaving touches that make my chest feel too full, my lungs too tight.
Every drag of his lips, every trace of his fingers pulls moans and gasps from me, leaving me wrecked and at his mercy.
When he finally comes back up, his mouth crashes against mine, and his weight shifts, making his cock slide against mine in one smooth, deliberate press.
A guttural moan escapes me before I can stop it, the contact rough, scorching, and too good, the heat and friction sparking through me until I’m leaking across my stomach, my body shuddering.
My fingers claw into his back, holding him to me as he rolls his hips, grinding into me with a rhythm that has me losing my mind.
“I love how needy you are for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips, that deep, husky voice sending a rush of shivers down my spine, making More precum spill from my stiff cock helplessly.
“Alex…” I breathe his name, half-plea, half-prayer, my voice breaking around it.
A low chuckle rumbles from him, his eyes glinting with that dangerous tease.
“I know what you want, princess.” He moves his hips again, slow and deliberate, and the friction rips a whimper from my throat. “I know.”
One hand leaves my body, reaching across the nightstand. I hear the soft pop of the lube cap. His mouth crushes against mine again as his hand slides between my thighs, and when his lubed fingers find my hole, a rush of relief escapes me in a shaky breath.
He circles the rim of my entrance lazily, almost idly, teasing me until my lungs ache and impatience spills out of me in a moan against his mouth. I bite his bottom lip in frustration, desperate for more.
He smiles against my mouth. “So impatient,” he tuts.
Then his fingers push inside—slow at first, just enough for my eyes to roll back and my breath to stutter.
“Be a good boy for me now,” he murmurs, low and dangerous, and that’s all the warning I get before his fingers drive deeper, harder.
A broken moan rips out of me, my back arching into his hold.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust… It’s not like I need it anyway.
My body always opens for him instinctively, greedily, like it’s always waiting for his touch, ready for him however he wants me.
His pace is rough, unrelenting, like he’s finally dropped the pretense of control.
My thighs tremble, my body jerks with each deep thrust of his finger, and a gasp bursts from me only to be swallowed by his hungry kiss.
His free hand pins my hip down, locking me in place so I have no choice but to take every push, curl, and drag of his fingers as they work me open.
Pleasure floods my spine, coils hot and heavy in my belly, burns down to the very center of me.
It’s so much—too much—that tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my breath breaking apart into moans I can’t hold back.
When he slides in a second finger, my toes curl tight.
I claw at his back, my nails dragging hard enough to leave scars, but Alex only groans into my mouth, his tongue claiming me with the same relentless pace his fingers claim my body.
Two fingers stretch me mercilessly, fucking me open with slick, obscene precision, and every thrust makes my pulse hammer.
His hand leaves my hip and slides up to the back of my neck, gripping it firmly, holding me exactly where he wants me. My body moves with his rhythm, chasing the burn, craving the stretch, because it’s too good. Too much. And I love it—fuck, I love it so much I never want it to end.
“Mmh… you’re doing so good for me, beautiful,” he rasps, his mouth dragging along my jaw and down my neck, his voice sinking into me like heat. “You think you’ll be this good for me when my cock is deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I pant, head tipping back as his fingers curl against that devastating sweet spot inside me. My vision blurs. “Yes. Please, Alex, I need you.”
“Fuck, I need you too, baby,” Alex growls, his voice rough with heat and hunger. “I need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
The words are a half-moan, half-growl, then his fingers are gone.
My body clenches around nothing, the loss almost painful, but before I can even process it in my daze, I hear the slick snap of lube, the wet slide of his hand over his thick length—fast, desperate, as if he’s barely holding on.
He gestures for me to lift my hips, then he places a pillow right below my lower back, making my butt lift a little from the bed.
He kneels between my thighs, his gaze hot and consuming.
“Open your legs wider for me, baby.” His command is low, dangerous, and I obey instantly, all traces of shyness burned away, replaced by pure, raw need for this man. My legs open wider, my chest rising and falling like I’ve been running.
“You’re gonna take me right now,” he says, and the way he says it, like it’s already decided, makes my pulse race. “All of me, you hear me?”
That’s all the warning I get before he pushes inside me thick, hot, unyielding. Splitting me open in one deep, claiming thrust that rips the air from my lungs. He’s so big and thick, I don’t know how my body manages to take him every single time.
“There we go,” he murmurs, voice vibrating with satisfaction and need as my body stretches around him. “That’s my good boy.”
The praise tears a shiver through me, my chest tightening as he starts to move.
No slow adjustment, no mercy, just him pulling back just enough before slamming back in harder, faster, his hands locked on my waist like he owns me.
Each ruthless thrust drags a sound from my throat I can’t control, my voice breaking into moans that feel raw and desperate.
His eyes never leave mine, watching me unravel under him.
Then he shifts, rolling his hips, and his cock brushes that spot inside me that makes my vision go white, almost blinding as intense pleasure zaps through me, making my cock jerk and spurts out so much precum I’m surprised that it’s not a full-on ejaculation.
My hand flies to my mouth, instinctively trying to smother the guttural sound that threatens to tear out of me.
His gaze darkens, his jaw flexes, then he tilts his head. The rhythm of his thrust turns punishing, and his voice is pure command.
“You know I don’t like that,” he says, every word punctuated by a deeper thrust. “Take your hand off your mouth, Lucas.”
When I hesitate, his thrusts grow deeper and fiercer until I swear I feel my insides rearranging around him.
“I said move your hand,” he growls, every word vibrating against my skin. “I want to hear you loud, Lucas. The louder you get, the harder I go, I know you like it hard.”
My hand drops instantly, and the sound that rips from my throat is shameless, raw.
“Mmm, that’s it,” he grits out, hips rolling as he pounds into me harder. “Let it out, baby.” his gaze pins mine, hot and unrelenting. “Watch me. I need you to see exactly who’s making you feel this good.”
He thrusts, sharp and claiming.
“I’m the only one who gets to have you.”
Another thrust, harder.
“You’re so fucking beautiful… and all mine.”
A brutal thrust that knocks a gasp out of me.
“All. Fucking. Mine. And I need you to remember that.”
My stomach plunges, heat pooling low, butterflies twisting tight in my gut. My head’s a mess, my vision hazy as I watch him—watch Alex fuck every sense out of me. I can feel my climax building fast, stealing my breath.
“Shit, Alex,” I slur, my voice cracking. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” he says, and slows his pace to a deep, torturous grind. My eyes fly open in disbelief, impatience, and desperate disappointment.
“Oh, no—no,” I whine, trying to push my hips up for more. “Don’t stop. Please. Please…”
“You still haven’t told me where you want to go for vacation,” he says smoothly, like he isn’t holding me hostage in my own body. His strokes stay slow, deliberate, and it’s pure torture.
My brain can barely hold a thought through the fog of heat.
“W-what? I didn’t know you were serious about that.”
“I am,” he says, and punctuates it with a single, ruthless thrust that makes my head snap back, my eyes rolling.
“Look at me,” he orders, his voice a low command that makes my body obey without thinking. “Look at me and answer me.”
I force my eyes to meet his, even though every muscle in me wants to give in and collapse. His gaze is scorching, pinning me in place as his hips roll inside me slow and deep.
“Now,” he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s enjoying my torture, “tell me.”
“T-Thailand,” I pant, barely getting the word out. “Or… Bora Bora, I guess…”
“Mm,” he hums, drawing the sound out as if tasting my answer. “Not bad.”
Before I can respond, he slams into me hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs, his pace instantly turning merciless.
“Alex…” I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets.
“Say my name like that again,”
And I do.
His head snaps back, a deep, sexy moan ripping out of him. The sound raw and desperate shoots straight through me. His jaw flexes, his lip caught between his teeth, and I can’t look away. He’s losing himself because of me, completely undone, making pride bloom in my chest.
When his gaze finally drops back to mine, it’s electric, heat, and hunger wrapped into one. His pupils are blown wide, his eyes sharp and wild.
“Goddamn, baby… you’re gonna make me come,” he grits out, his voice rough.
He shifts his hips just slightly, just enough angle to thrust against my prostate. Every snap of his hip is sharp, relentless, hitting that spot that has my whole body shaking, winding me tighter, pulling me higher into ecstasy.
Then his hand finds my aching and weeping cock as he wraps it firm and hot, stroking in time with his hips.
“Oh, Alex—” My words crumble into breathless, broken sounds, my voice comes out as a strained gasp.
My body tightens, ready to shatter. His thumb drags over the slit of my cock, just once, and I break, my release tears through me in heavy, merciless waves, so hard my vision blurs, my voice spilling into sharp cries I can’t bite back, cum spilling everywhere—his hands, my torso, my chest. fuck.
“Yes… That’s it, baby. You look so damn beautiful coming for me,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and rough, his hips grinding through my climax, milking every clench.
Each drag, each stretch, the pure intense pleasure, it’s too much, and not enough, all at once.
My moans are too loud to stop, my fists gripping the sheets until my knuckles ache, my insides clenching around his cock without mercy.
“fuck you’re making a pretty mess for me,” he rasps, and his thrusts falter, one deep broken drive after another, then he groans as he spills inside me in hot pulsing waves, hips grinding deep like he can’t let me go, and he doesn’t stop.
His hips keep rolling, dragging out every last tremor, every gasp, until I’m whimpering at the over-sensitivity, lost in the haze of him.
Then he leans down, and his mouth claims mine.
It’s not frantic, but slow, deep, deliberate.
It’s nothing like the rough, hot way he just fucked me.
His tongue brushes mine in slow strokes, his lips coaxing, claiming, tasting.
He sucks my bottom lip, releases it with a warm breath, and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose before returning to my mouth.
Each kiss is unhurried, as if we have no concept of time, as if he’s savoring the quiet ruin he’s made of me.
He’s rolling his hips lazily now, his muscles flexing with each slow roll.
My hands, weak and trembling, find their way up his back.
His skin is hot beneath my fingertips. I can still feel the thick warmth of his release inside me, and it makes my insides clench around him, holding him there, greedy for more.
I don’t want him to pull out. I don’t want to lose this heat, this closeness.
If I could keep him buried inside me forever, I would.
When he finally breaks the kiss and pulls back slightly, he studies me, his striking blue eyes gone softer, almost tender… before his lips curl into that slow, smug smirk that makes my chest ache and my body tighten all over again.
“Thailand and Bora Bora it is then,” he murmurs, voice low enough to vibrate through me.
Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine again, sealing the promise, tasting me like he’s not done—like he’ll never be done.
Fuck me… this man will be the death of me.