Episode 47
EPISODE 47
IN MY ROOM
Ariel
Who did I see rush toward the beach again? Does it even matter?
No.
All that matters is this delectable kiss between Alex and me. His kisses are different from Brett’s, but no less delicious.
And—
I gasp as I pull away, breaking the kiss.
Alex raises his eyebrows. “You okay?”
“Yes, yes. I’m fine.” My fingers absently wander to my lips.
“Did you change your mind?”
“No. I mean...”
I’m not sure what I mean. I really did this. I really invited Alex to my room, after I told myself I wouldn’t go overboard like I did last night with Brett. Only Brett’s willpower saved me. I begged him to fuck me. Begged him! He was the one who resisted.
And now?
I’m ready to fall into bed with the next gorgeous man who pays some attention to me.
He cups my cheek. “Talk to me, Ariel. I thought we were forging a connection. I feel like I know a little more about you.”
“Yeah. Me too. About you, I mean.” His hand against my skin sends sparks swirling through me.
I asked for what I wanted.
Him. In my room.
“River and Emily,” I blurt out.
Alex thumbs my lower lip. “What about them?”
“I saw them. A minute ago, while we were kissing. They dashed past us heading toward the beach.”
“So?” he says.
“So... They didn’t have a date. River’s date was with Misty.”
Alex drops his hand back down to his side. “Right. River had a date with Misty.” He darts a look over his shoulder.
“What are you looking at?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He smiles and fingers a strand of my hair. “I may need a rain check for tonight. I have some...business to attend to.”
“Oh.” I look down at the ground.
He tips my chin upward. “This isn’t about you, Ariel. I’d love nothing more than to take you back to your room, but I’m not sure that’s what you want.”
“I...” I shake my head. “I know exactly what I want, Alex. I just don’t want to want it.”
“Hey.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Whatever you want is fine with me.”
I let out a sigh. Why am I so wishy-washy? I’m a grown woman. I should have more of a clue than this. I want Alex just as much, maybe even more, than I wanted Brett last night—and Alex hasn’t licked my pussy or made me come.
But God...I want him to.
I want him to so badly.
I invited him to my room, and I’ll stand by that invitation. Otherwise I’m nothing but a tease.
“I want you to come to my room,” I say quickly before I change my mind yet again.
“I’d love it. But I don’t have a lot of time. Like I said?—”
“I know. Business. I understand.” I slip his hand into mine, and together we walk through the courtyard toward the French doors at the back of the mansion. I glance at the pool. No one is there. I open my mouth to suggest a dip in the hot tub but then change my mind.
We’re going to my room, damn it.
The table where we dined still sits under the palm tree, but it’s been cleared of our dirty dishes. We reach the deck, which is also vacant. The sun has fully set, and I have no idea where the others are. Well...other than River and Emily.
Emily...who wasn’t nearly as angry at me as I thought she might be for choosing Sebastian to lunch with tomorrow.
Tomorrow is tomorrow, though, and tonight...
Tonight I want the man squeezing my hand. The man whose glasses give him the sexiest professor vibe I’ve ever seen. The man who loves southern cooking as much as I do, and who likes to fish and makes his living by spinning tales.
Alex Maxwell.
I think I’m more attracted to him than I am to Brett.
Brett has those California blond good looks, of course. Totally my type.
But Alex...
Alex isn’t someone I’d ever have gone for back home, which makes him all the more enticing.
We reach the mansion, and I lead him up the stairwell to the third floor and to my suite. I pull out my keycard and unlock the room. Oh God...did I remember to make my bed?
Then relief sweeps through me. We have housekeeping here. The bed will be made.
I’m not in podunk Alabama anymore.
Not rolling around serving burgers, fries, and Diet Cokes while I fend off grabby truckers and horny locals.
I’m with a billionaire—who’s not at all grabby—and about to take him into my room.
Into my bed.
Alex steps in behind me and closes my door gently. “You sure about this?”
I nod. “I am. I want you, Alex.”
He takes a step toward me, his hazel eyes turning to green-gold. “What do you want from me?”
“Whatever you’re willing to give.”
“You sure about that?” He closes the distance between us. “Because I haven’t put any limitations on myself. I’ll take you to bed, but only if it’s what you want. You have to tell me.”
“I...”
“I have to hear you say it, Ariel.”
“I want you...I want you to lick me. Between my legs.” I close my eyes as my cheeks burn with heat. “That’s what I want.”
“Open your eyes, Ariel.”
I obey him, and he’s staring at me with fire in his gaze.
“I’ll eat you until you’re raw, angel. And I’ll bet you’re sweeter than that pie we had for dessert.”
His words ignite under my flesh, as if he struck a match and it’s sizzling beneath my skin.
He caresses my shoulders and then trails his hands to my chest, where he slides my sequined tank top over my breasts so they fall free.
He sucks in a breath. “As beautiful as I imagined.” He cups them.
I squirm. I like having my tits sucked, but I’m dying for a tongue on my pussy. Like last night...
No!
Not like last night. Maybe I need to approach this a different way. “Suck them, Alex. Please.”
I expect him to lower his head and start working on a nipple, but instead he sweeps me into his arms and carries me through the sitting room into the bedroom—complete with a perfectly made bed.
He lays me gently down and then lies next to me as he plays with my nipples. “I’d like that,” he says, “but I promised you something else.” He lets go of my breasts, pushes my miniskirt around my waist, and eases my white lace panties over my thighs.
He spreads my legs and inhales. “I can smell how ready you are, angel. Like a juicy red tomato ripe enough to fall off the vine. Does your mama grow tomatoes in her garden, Ariel?”
I close my eyes. “Yeah. Flowers and vegetables. Her tomatoes are so— Oh!”
He slides his tongue over my clit.
“Her tomatoes are what?” he asks against my folds.
“Delicious. Plump, firm, and delicious.”
“I bet they are.” He pushes his tongue into my pussy.
I grasp the covers on my bed, raising my hips, trying to lead him back to my clit but also loving his tongue probing me.
“You’re plump, firm, and delicious, Ariel.” He slithers his tongue back and forth over my opening. “Emphasis on the delicious .”
Then he shoves a finger into me and gives my clit a firm tug with his lips.
“Oh my God!” The climax hits me like a thunderbolt.
It ricochets through me, hitting every nerve ending and landing back between my legs.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls against my thigh. “You’re so beautiful. Especially when you come.”
I undulate against him, meeting the rhythm of his finger inside me as I clench around it. If only an orgasm could last forever...
When my pussy slows down, Alex removes his finger, and I open my eyes.
“How did you do that?” I demand.
“Do what?”
“Make me come so fast?”
“Just naturally talented, I guess.” He grins between my legs, his sculpted jawline glistening from my juices.
“I’m serious, Alex. That was amazing.”
“I’m glad. There’s no big secret to making a woman come. You just have to know what she wants. I had that advantage. You told me exactly what you wanted.”
I open my mouth, but no words emerge. He’s exactly right. I wanted him to eat me, and eat me he did.
In truth? I love having my pussy licked. But also in truth? I wanted to compare him to Brett. Brett, who took longer to make me come but made me watch. Alex, who didn’t demand I keep my eyes open and had me climaxing within seconds.
Brett...who refused to fuck me.
And my God, my pussy feels so empty now—a tight but empty channel for Alex’s hard cock.
Will he do what I want if I tell him again?
“Alex...” I burn him with my gaze.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me. Please. I need your dick inside me. Now.”