Chapter 28
Alex
“Christ. Sit down,”I order her. She’s straightened her bra out again, but her blouse is still out of place, slightly disheveled, and I love the way she looks like this. When I’ve had my hands on her.
She hesitates as she looks back at the vintage couch but ultimately complies, nervousness flitting over her face as she does it. I kneel down in front of her a moment later, and the second I kiss her inner thigh, I feel my cock go so fucking hard it feels like the slightest touch from her would take me over the edge. I kiss my way slowly upwards, dragging my tongue, nipping her tender skin in intervals. It has her writhing in front of me, spreading her legs wider and wider like she’s so desperate she can’t stand it. Almost as desperate as I am to taste her.
“You need me to touch you?” I ask because I want to hear her say it.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to touch me. Please.” Her words are soft and so quiet, but they still feel like they echo in the room.
“I like how nicely you ask for things when you want me.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping her gently one last time.
Then I run my hand up the inside of her thigh, parting her for me so I can see just how wet she is before I slide my tongue over her once. The way she responds, whimpering and spreading further for me nearly has her slipping off the edge of the couch. My heart pounds in my chest at the sight of her, my girl finally spread out asking for me.
“You look perfect on this couch. Dressed like this, like you’re about to give me a lecture on how old it is and where it came from while I make you come on my tongue.”
I wrap my other arm around her thigh, helping to pin her in place and her fingers curl over the edge of the velvet cushion, closing her eyes as I go to take another long lick of her.
“Fuck… Alex…” she mutters and the sound of my name on her lips makes me want to take her here. Bend her over. Fuck her hard and raw until my name is the only thing she can say. But I have to go slower with her, playing this little game of give and take until she comes to me for it again and again like she did last night. Like she is now.
“Fuck, you taste like sin, Saint. I love this. How wet you get for me. How good you taste.” I brush my fingers over the sides of her clit, teasing her and she squirms underneath my touch, her hips canting with the movement and trying desperately to get more from me. I watch her for a moment, the way her lashes flutter, the sound of her breathing, and the way she pulls her lower lip up between her teeth.
“Does that feel good, Saint?”
“Like torture…” she whispers.
“You want more?”
“Yes… please.”
I tease her with the tip of my tongue, barely stroking her clit with it and she raises her hips chasing more. Her fingers threading through my hair as she tries not to slide off the edge.
“More. Please… Alex.”
I suck on her clit, humming softly when I do it and her fingers run through my hair, little gasps coming from her as she tries to get air in her lungs. I pull back and she whimpers loudly at the loss.
“Alex… please don’t stop. Just a little more.”
Her pleading has me dying to hear what she sounds like when she comes like this. But I want her to take control. Her to show me how much she wants me because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than this, her desperate under my touch.
“Yeah? You want more? Take it. Use me how you need me then.”
She hesitates and I hear the tiny exhale. My eyes flick up to meet hers, and she’s giving me a wary look.
“Be good and fuck my tongue, Saint.”
Her hands tighten in my hair then and she pulls me closer as she rocks her hips up to meet my face, and I slide my tongue over her while she rides it. Her pace picks up and becomes more desperate as her heavy breathing echoes in the room. She writhes against me and pants my name one last time, her fingers going almost painfully tight in my hair. A moan comes from her, one she mutes by biting her lip as her eyes go to the door, remembering where we are. I get a few more desperate rolls of her hips before her body goes slack and her fingers slip from my hair.
I kiss my way down her thighs as I listen to her breathing return to normal. Mine hasn’t. I don’t know if it ever will because every step down this path has me wanting more from her. Every time I think if I can just have this I can be sated, but it just makes me want all of her.
When I look up her eyes are closed and I can tell reality is starting to sink in for her, and as I’ve learned now, that’s quickly followed by her overanalyzing. So I stand and pull her up with me, pulling her close and pressing my lips to the side of her jaw.
“That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, Saint. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard. Kills me how beautiful you are when you come apart like that.” I pull her against me because I need her to know what she does to me. How much she fucking controls me even if she doesn’t know it yet.
“That was better than the dream. Definitely the best I’ve ever had,” she whispers before she kisses me. The words burn through me like wildfire, making me want to show her how I can give her the best of everything. If she’d just let me.
Her hand slides down over the front of my pants, and she palms me. Her eyes wide like she can’t believe the effect she has on me before a sweet smile touches her lips as she looks up at me.
“I want to do the same for you,” she whispers and smiles before she places a rough kiss against my lips.
I want her. Fuck do I want her. But we’re running out of time before we’re interrupted, and I want all the time in the world when it comes to her.
“I want that too, but we don’t have that kind of time on your hall pass right now. You’ll have to decide if you want to give me another one in the future.”
“But—” she starts to argue but I kiss her again and tuck her panties into her hand.
“But you better put these on and prepare yourself. Because you fired the first shots in a war earlier tonight and now, we gotta go back in.” I grin as she takes them from me.
She grimaces. “Well mentioning your father definitely kills the mood.”
“Good. I’d be worried if it didn’t.”
“I mean you did get some of your looks from him. He’s just a raging asshole.”
“And I’m not?”
“You’re two different kinds,” she says as she slides her panties back up her legs. “He’s the kind I want to punch in the face, and you’re the kind who—” She stops and grins, her eyes flashing up to mine playfully. “Well, we know what your face is good for now.”
A choked laugh comes out of me before I bend down to kiss her because holy fuck if this girl didn’t have me by the balls before, she does now.