Chapter 24. Filthy Things to Make You Scream
CHAPTER 24
Filthy Things to Make You Scream
Nothing. I wouldn’t do anything, because once bitten, twice shy, and there absolutely wouldn’t be a third time, not even if all the planets, the suns, and the moons in the entire universe had gotten out of alignment.
But why not? my rational brain argued. You’re in love with him, and he obviously cares a lot for you. What’s stopping you?
Because once I went there, there was no turning back. And despite all that he’d done to prove that he was a different person from ten years ago, it was still scary, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t hurt me again, and I didn’t know how I’d recover if he did…
Maybe I could pretend he didn’t say anything. Or act as if I didn’t hear him.
“Well, thanks for helping. And for staying with me. You should probably get back to dinner. Rob and Jacqui might be looking for you. I think I’ll go to bed.”
He was still staring at me, the look on his face inscrutable. Hoping my casual tone conveyed how cool and unruffled I was ( not ), I shoved the last two pieces of crackers into my mouth to hide my nervousness. I packed up my glucose meter and disposed of the used test strips while turning my back to him, so he couldn’t see how flustered I was. Then I got up and started toward the bathroom, making sure to carefully maneuver my way around him.
But he had other ideas.
Alec stepped in front of me, blocking my path. “They won’t even notice I’m gone.”
I cleared my throat, not meeting his eyes, because I might lose all my already shaky willpower if I did. It was safer to avoid any forms of eye contact, or physical touch, or anything to do with this man; and I should really back the hell away from him, right now.
“Can you move out of the way?”
He didn’t budge. “Ellie, look at me.”
I didn’t look at him. “Fine, then I’ll move.” I took a couple of steps to the right, attempting to go around him.
But he mirrored my movements, blocking me again, and this time, his hand lifted my chin, and I had no choice but to gaze into his eyes. Alec took another step closer, and I was practically nose to nose with him. He was chewing on his lips, drawing my gaze to his mouth.
“Life is short, Ellie. I think I’m done trying to fight this.”
I was incapable of forming a coherent thought, let alone a reply, because he leaned down, his lips lingering only inches away. He paused, asking me for permission, giving me a chance to back off. My brain waved a tearful goodbye to my weak self-control, because all I had to do was tilt my mouth, and I’d be tasting those lips. Flames erupted inside my stomach, and I wondered if the room thermostat had malfunctioned because it felt twenty degrees hotter than normal.
What if this was a mistake?
But he was right. Life was too short, and I didn’t want to have any regrets.
I wanted him.
Even if it was just for tonight.
I moved the tiniest bit, my lips grazing his. Alec hissed out a sharp breath, and courage shot into my blood. “The last time we did this, you jumped off me like I was on fire and said something about promising someone.”
Both of his hands moved to cup my face, and he was slowly, gently, walking me back toward the bed. “Fuck the promise.”
The back of my legs hit the bed. “I think I’d rather you fuck me.”
The next thing I knew, his mouth crushed mine. He tasted like mint and champagne, and he was kissing me like his life depended on it, like the sky would fall and the world would come to an end if he dared to stop.
I fell back on the bed, pulling him with me. His hands slipped under my shirt, and in one swift movement, he undid my bra. His hands roamed free, touching, claiming, and caressing. His thumbs gently teased my nipples, sending exquisite shudders throughout my body. He took one of my breasts into his mouth and lavished attention on my nipple, licking and sucking it, before turning to the other. I let out a soft moan as his rigid outline pressed hard against my thighs.
Pulling off my jeans, he started to move down my body, planting kisses on my inner thighs. I shivered, my hands trembling as I disconnected and removed my pump, while he tugged on my panties, kissing his way to where I wanted him the most.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”
Before I could answer, he pulled the flimsy fabric aside, and with one quick motion, sent my already soaked panties crumpling on the floor, then slid a finger inside. “Hundreds of times. Thousands, maybe. My imagination doesn’t do this justice.”
He began to stroke, and we both inhaled sharply as he gently added another finger and groaned, “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet.”
I didn’t have a response to that, because my brain had turned into mush, and all the air had been sucked out of my lungs. If I were to hazard a wild guess, this must be what it would feel like to die and go to heaven. But his torture didn’t end there. He bent down, adding his tongue along with his fingers, licking, feasting, and teasing, almost tipping me over the edge.
I sucked in a breath and hissed, “ Alec . I’m close.”
Instead of answering, his tongue stroked deeper, his fingers moved in a frenzy, and I rolled my hips against them, riding him unashamedly. Before I knew it, I went over the edge, letting out a loud, shameless moan as the orgasm crashed through my body and I convulsed against him. His mouth traveled up my body and found my lips, while his fingers continued to tenderly work their magic.
My eyes were closed, and I was still trying to catch my breath when he tugged my top off. Two seconds later, it landed with a soft thud on the floor, on top of my jeans, my panties, and my bra. Then he went quiet.
“Alec?”
I opened my eyes and found him staring at my stomach, where I had little dots of scars from old pump sites. His eyes found mine again, and the look in them was almost enough to give me another orgasm. Without saying a word, he bent down to drop kisses on them, as his hands gently stroked my breasts.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, his tenderness threatening to break open the tear ducts in my eyes. Goddamn it, Ellie. Who the hell cries in the middle of sex?
His mouth crawled back up my body and closed around a nipple, and I sucked in a breath, as thoughts of tears and tenderness were immediately forgotten.
“This isn’t fair. Why the hell are you still fully clothed?” My hands shot out, trying to unbuckle his belt. I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, my hands trembling as I struggled to peel them off.
“Remind me to wear a pair with zippers next time.” Alec pulled away and took over, his impatient fingers shucking them off in just a few seconds.
I grinned at his words. “There’s going to be a next time?”
“Hell, yeah.” He kicked his jeans to the side, then leaned down to kiss me again, smiling against my lips. “More than once. Or twice. Or thrice. What’s four times?”
“You need to stop talking.” I reached inside his boxers, my fingers circling around his long, hard length, loving the feel of his hot skin in my hand. He groaned when I began to stroke him.
“And you need to slow down,” he breathed out, his voice hoarse. “I’m only human, Ellie. Not going to last too long if you keep that up.”
“I don’t understand the instructions.” I stroked him a little faster and rubbed his tip, drawing out the moisture. He let out a hiss, his head falling back and his breath quickening.
“Holy shit. Wait. Stop.”
Pulling away, he tugged his shirt off and pulled his boxers down. My eyes widened at the sight of him, sending shivers of anticipation throughout my body.
“Hey. My eyes are up here.”
I looked up at him, his face split in a sexy grin.
“Sorry.” I returned the grin. “The view was just too glorious. But again, why are we still talking?”
He chuckled and bent down to pull out his wallet from his jeans, retrieving the thin plastic foil from inside. The five seconds it took him to cover himself felt like five minutes. When he made a move to remove his glasses, my hand reached out, stopping him.
“Keep them on,” I whispered. The sight of him in nothing but his glasses made my heart ricochet behind my rib cage. Or maybe it was the amazing feel of him against me, skin on skin, his dick pulsing hot and urgent against my thigh.
Alec groaned as I curled my fingers around him, guiding him to my entrance. He slid in, just an agonizing inch, letting his tip graze me, giving me a preview of what was to come.
“Is this going to take all night?” I gasped as he pushed in a little deeper, but still not all the way in. “Because I would really prefer to keep things moving along.”
“Why, do you have somewhere else more important to be?”
His grin was teasing, but his pupils dilated as I raised my hips to meet him, greedily commanding him to sink deeper.
“No, but you do.” I moaned, as he did another circling motion at my entrance, teasing me, driving me wild. “ Alec. You need to be inside me. Right now. Please. ”
The teasing grin disappeared, and in one swift motion, he plunged into me.
“God, Ellie,” he breathed out. “You feel amazing.”
He was hot and hard and slick, and felt so good . The cords on his neck stood out as he growled, straining to stay still, but I wriggled my hips to take him farther in. Alec let out another groan and began to move, sliding in and out slowly at first, the delicious friction between our bodies nearly sending me into oblivion, then faster, harder, as our sighs and his moans and my pleas of “more” filled the room. Our mouths found each other again, fusing and devouring, as he began to lose control, and before long, I was rocking and shivering against him, as his body shuddered together with mine.
And this time, I had truly died and gone to heaven.