Chapter Nineteen
The minute Mallory sets foot in the apartment, she aches for Alec in a way she’s managed to stave off until now. Every part of her wants him.
It feels impossible to sit still, waiting for him to walk through the door. And when she finally hears the key in the lock, her heart leaps.
She stands up from the couch.
He’s carrying his gym bag, which he wordlessly drops on the floor.
They move toward each other and he pulls her into his arms. A sob catches in her throat.
She didn’t forget the way he smells, but at the moment it’s as intense as if she’s experiencing it for the first time.
She’d told him not too long ago—and this was true—that if someone could bottle and sell his scent it would be the best aphrodisiac for her. He’d replied, “That’s love, baby.”
They kiss hard, and he leads her to the bedroom, where he resumes kissing her lips, her neck, her collarbone … all the while unbuttoning her shirt. She wiggles out of her skirt and it drops to the floor.
He drops to his knees and tugs down her underwear, kissing her inner thigh in a trail down and up.
She places her hands on the sides of his face, urging him to her pussy in that shameless way she’s never done with anyone before him.
Alec obliges, licking her, his stubble rough against her slippery wetness.
She can’t help but think that while she’d enjoyed being with Bette—there had been something new and soft and taboo about their bodies pressed against one another—it could never be this: strong arms encircling her waist, rough skin against her softness, a hard cock pressed against her, signaling how much she’s wanted.
“Come here,” she says, pulling at him to stand. She wants to say I want you inside me but has a hard time expressing things like that—talking dirty. Of course, she doesn’t have to say a word: He knows what she wants. Always has, since the first moment he touched her.
He’s standing now, and she strokes his hard cock.
“I don’t want to rush,” he says. “I’ve missed you so much … I just want to take you in.”
She feels the same way; even more than her yearning to feel that first exquisite moment of penetration is the urge to take him in her mouth.
Mallory lies on the bed and Alec stretches out beside her.
She kisses his chest, running her tongue over his nipples, then down, down, down—until she reaches the base of his cock.
She runs her tongue along his shaft, and he groans, entwining his fingers in her hair.
After she licks the length of him a few times, she closes her lips around the tip, circling it with her tongue, before taking him fully into her mouth.
She uses her hand to stroke him in rhythm with her mouth, and tastes the first bead of semen.
She works her hand and mouth faster, taking him deep into her throat but trying to control him so that he doesn’t thrust. One time, while doing the same thing, she gagged a little and she’s still embarrassed by it.
But Alec said it turned him on—the fact that it was difficult made it somehow hotter.
She shared this little tidbit with Allison, who was appalled.
“First of all, there is a difference between giving a guy a blow job and a guy thrusting so hard you almost puke.”
“It wasn’t like that,” Mallory said.
“There’s a name for that, you know.”
“Yeah—fellatio.”
“No. When you give fellatio, that’s the woman being active and the guy being passive—receiving. Some guys can never be passive in bed, so even when you are trying to give them a blow job they are essentially fucking your mouth.”
Whatever it was called, Mallory never mentioned it to her friends again.
Fine, maybe it was a little aggressive. But that’s one of the things that gets her so hot for Alec: He’s such an alpha dog.
She likes that he pushes her around in the bedroom a little.
But at the same time, he’s incredibly tender and so tuned in to her body he can both anticipate and meet every desire.
“Get on my cock,” he says, his voice hoarse. She pulls herself up and straddles him, lowering herself slowly on top of his penis. She feels it throbbing inside her, like it might erupt any second.
“You feel so good,” she breathes, grinding her pelvis so he can get deeper inside her.
He moves his hand to her ass, his finger circling her anus while she rides his cock. Her pussy begins to spasm with pleasure, and Alec takes this as his cue to finger her ass more deeply, making her come in ecstatic convulsions.
When she’s finished, she practically collapses against his chest, his cock still hard inside her.
“Oh my god,” she says. “That felt so amazing.”
Then she realizes he didn’t come yet.
“What do you want?” she whispers.
She slides off him and lies on her back, facing the ceiling. After a few seconds, he tells her to move onto her stomach.
She knows what this means and gets on all fours; her ass is readily available to him.
He nudges her legs wider apart, then licks the outer lips of her pussy from behind.
He presses one finger deep inside her while his tongue works outside, and she starts to come again.
Sometimes it’s like that with him—he gets her to a plateau where she’s so turned on she can orgasm repeatedly.
Those are the times when she lets him fuck her in the ass and it almost doesn’t hurt.
But he’s not going for that tonight. Instead, he eases his cock into her pussy with extraordinary slowness. She reaches back, clutching at him, signaling him to go all the way inside her. He knows what she wants and he’s ignoring her, making her crazy.
“Stop,” she says, not sure if she means it or not. But he pulls out.
“What is it?”
“You’re teasing me,” she says, turning and laying on her back.
He kisses her, then moves on top of her, and she holds his hips as he enters her. Their eyes lock and the intensity of feeling she has for him is overwhelming. She loves him, there’s no doubt. Whatever issues they face, they’ve got to figure them out. She can’t lose him.
His cock pulsates inside her, the way it does just before he orgasms—pushing her over the edge one more time. She feels herself cresting at the same time that he moans in climax.
Her body is slick with sweat when he rolls off her. They lie side by side, and she looks over at him. He leans close and kisses the top of her head.
“I don’t even know why we were fighting,” he says.
She wants to play along. She wants to just say Me neither and let that be the end of it. But she can’t.
“I do,” she says slowly. “I told you I was having second thoughts about my job and you basically called me a quitter who expects everything to be easy for me.”
He sits up, and she does, too, pulling the comforter over her.
“I wasn’t judging your character,” he says. “But you’ve been highly reactive to things lately and I was trying to put your job in perspective. Did I say some things I regret? Yeah. And I’m sorry about that. But I’m not the only one at fault here. You cheated on me.”
Mallory shakes her head. “What I did with Bette was wrong. But considering your recent, obvious interest in expanding the parameters of our sex life, I don’t think what I did was that far outside the scope of our relationship.”
“I never suggested anything that didn’t include you, Mallory. That’s the difference.”
She can’t argue that.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I …” She doesn’t know what else to say. She doesn’t even know exactly why she got so carried away with Bette. But one thing she does know is that it had nothing to do with her love for Alec. “Can you forgive me?”
He looks into her eyes and nods. They embrace, and when he pulls back he says, “Mallory, I’m sorry too.
I probably pushed it too much with the three-way idea.
Can we agree, right here and now: No more drama.
I’m ready to focus on you and us and I hope you can do the same.
So promise me—no more Blue Angel. Let’s focus on our careers and more importantly, on us. ”
On our careers. She has to tell him. Now.
He hops out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she says.
“I’m going to shower, and then I’m going to take you to dinner. Any place you want.”
She wishes one of the options was a time machine.