24. Alex Sebring
Chapter 24
Alex Sebring
Each second stretches longer than the last, anticipation winding through me like a taut coil ready to snap. Charleston is just beyond that bathroom door, and the wait is torturous. She promised she wouldn’t take long, but every tick of the clock feels like an eternity. My mind races, painting vivid images of her—of what’s to come—until my body is practically vibrating with the ache of wanting her.
When the door finally creaks open, I sit up straighter, the breath catching in my throat. And then she steps out.
Barely-there white lingerie, delicate lace hugging her curves, sheer material teasing glimpses of smooth skin, and thin straps that somehow manage to look both elegant and sinful. She’s radiant, a vision that steals every coherent thought from my brain.
Worth. The. Wait.
I swallow hard, unable to say anything, my throat dry, my words caught somewhere between disbelief and desire. She takes a tentative step forward, and it’s all I can do to stay seated, my hands itching to reach for her, to feel the reality of her against me.
My breath hitches as she moves toward me, every step deliberate, drawing me in with an irresistible pull. The sharp click of her stilettos on the hardwood resonates in the quiet room, a steady rhythm that ignites something primal within me, sending my pulse into overdrive.
Her hips sway with each step as she moves closer, her already-hot-as-fuck figure looking even more enticing in the body-hugging lingerie she wears. I move to the edge of the bed and wrap my hands around her waist when she reaches me, pulling her closer, feeling the soft curves of her body lean into mine.
“What a fucking stunner you are in this.”
“It was worth the wait?”
“Oh, very much.”
Her eyes flash with a mischievous glint as she leans in, her lips hovering above mine, close enough to drive me insane. “Let’s see if I can make it even more worth your while.” Each word drips like honey, smooth and slow, wrapping around me and sinking deep into my core.
She presses her body against mine, her arms encircling around my neck. Our lips meet in a passionate embrace, our tongues dancing in unison. I savor the taste of her cherry lip balm and the hint of mint from her toothpaste. She’s intoxicating, a perfect blend of sweet sin and temptation.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I lose myself in the sensation of it all—her taste, her smell, her warmth, the way our breaths intermingle. It’s enough to unravel me completely.
In one swift motion, I pull her onto the bed and she lands with a soft thud on top of me. Her hair falls forward, forming a curtain around our faces. Her eyes lock on to mine, shimmering with desire, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. A smug grin tugs at my lips, knowing it’s my touch that sets her ablaze.
My grip tightens on her hips as I flip her on to her back. She gazes up at me with passion-filled eyes, her chest rising and falling with each breath. A smirk curls on my lips as I revel in the power of knowing that I am the cause of this desire within her.
Starting at the corner of her mouth, my lips glide down the smooth line of her neck. She arches her back, a willing offering for me to explore every inch of her. I shower her skin with gentle kisses and teasing nibbles, savoring every sweet gasp that escapes her parted lips. My tongue dances in lazy circles, tracing a map of desire on her sensitive flesh, punctuated by feather-light bites that send shivers through her body.
Her fingers dance across my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her touch is both gentle and intense, igniting a visceral desire deep inside me. I growl as her nails graze over my shirt, the fabric becoming a barrier between us that only adds to the tension. And when she presses harder against me, it’s like an explosion of pleasure that consumes my entire being.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she whispers, tugging at the buttons of my shirt with urgent hands.
I smirk against her neck, placing one more kiss before meeting her eyes. “Who’s the impatient one now?”
“I can’t help it. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
Aching to please her, I sit up, kneeling between her legs, and unfasten the buttons of my shirt. She watches with an insatiable gaze as I remove it, revealing my bare chest. Her hands reach out, caressing every inch of skin they can touch. Sparks of electricity shoot through me as her fingers roam over my muscles. I close my eyes and bask in the sensation, her touch igniting an inferno within me.
As my eyes flutter open, I’m immediately transfixed by the intensity of her gaze. It’s as if she’s baring her soul to me, a delicate balance of vulnerability and desire that pulls at my heartstrings. Without hesitation, our lips meet in a tender kiss. We take our time, savoring every moment, pouring all our unspoken emotions into it. My hands travel up to caress her face, deepening the kiss with each shared breath.
My lips trace a tantalizing path down her skin, reveling in her satin-smooth flesh beneath the intricate lace of her lingerie. With each kiss, I explore every curve and crevice, from the rise of her breasts to the dip of her ribcage, before moving lower to the valley of her stomach. She quivers under my touch, her eager anticipation evident as she arches into me, begging for more.
The aroma of sweet vanilla and delicate cherry blossoms weaves through the air, intertwined with our heated attraction. I savor each caress, tracing tantalizing patterns with my tongue while reveling in the symphony of her moans and gasps. Every inch of her body is a masterpiece begging to be worshipped, and I’m determined to leave no part untouched by my adoration.
I glide down her form, settling my face between her legs. The delicate lace of her panties beckons to be removed, yet I resist, relishing in the buildup. With a gentle pull, I shift the crotch of her panties aside. My pulse quickens as I expose her flushed, slick petals, begging for my touch and exploration.
I close my eyes, inhaling her intoxicating scent as a shiver shoots down my spine. This delicious anticipation, the moment before I taste her nectar, is always the sweetest.
My tongue flicks out, testing the waters, savoring the musky essence of her arousal. She moans, grabbing handfuls of the sheets, and I hold on to her hips as she wiggles against me.
Fuck, I love how responsive she is.
“Right there, Alex. Right there.”
Her hand suddenly grips the back of my hair, urging me closer to her core as she presses herself against my mouth. Her hips undulate against my eager tongue, her pleasure building with each tantalizing lick.
My tongue dances around her clit, savoring the taste of her arousal. Two of my fingers delve into her wetness and her body shivers in response. Her thighs quiver as she nears the edge, and I eagerly push her closer to release.
“Oh God, Alex,” she moans, her hips lifting off the bed. Nothing in this world compares to hearing her call out my name––my real name––while she experiences such ecstasy.
I lose myself in the sensations––the slickness of her folds against my mouth and fingers, the softness of her skin under my touch, the heady scent of her arousal filling my senses. The world disappears, leaving us in this moment of pleasure and passion.
I’ve never felt this with anyone else—only her.
As I continue to lick her with my tongue, her breath quickens, and her hips grind against my mouth with an insatiable rhythm. With two fingers deep inside her, I add a third one and then her walls squeeze and relax around my fingers every few seconds.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she shouts.
There’s never any question with Charleston. I always know the exact moment I’ve hit the spot that makes her melt in pleasure.
She squirms beneath me, her body coiled and ready to explode. With a sharp cry, she arches off the bed, fingers clenching at the sheets as her breath comes in gasps. When she finally subsides, I press my lips against her inner thigh before trailing up her trembling form. Her eyes are heavy with desire, cheeks flushed with pleasure. I devour her lips in a fervent kiss, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.
“That was…” she trails off, still breathless.
“Just the beginning,” I murmur against her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse point. She shivers beneath me, her hands sliding down my back, nails lightly scraping my skin.
“Mmm… is that so?”
In one fluid motion, she pushes me on my back, pinning me to the bed. The sight of her above me, hair tousled and lips swollen from our kisses, is enough to make my breath catch.
She trails her fingers down my chest, feather-light touches that leave goose bumps in their wake. When she reaches the waistband of my boxer briefs, she pauses, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Her fingers dance along the edge, dipping beneath the elastic before retreating. The anticipation is exquisite torture.
“It’s my turn to make you come,” she whispers.
She leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss as her hand slips inside my boxers. I gasp into her mouth as her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking slowly.
“Oh fuck.” I let out a low groan as her hand moves up and down, each stroke deliberate and slow.
“You like the way that feels?”
“Oh yeah. Love it.”
“Just wait,” she whispers, her hand continuing its enchanting movements. “I haven’t even begun the true sorcery yet.”
Her soft lips leave mine and wander, leaving a trail of kisses along my jawline down the column of my neck, stopping to swirl her tongue around each sensitive nipple before moving lower. I thread my fingers through her silky long hair, my hips bucking up into her hand wrapped around my cock. She looks up at me through her lashes, a wicked smile on her face, as she slides farther down my body.
With a smooth movement, she pulls down my boxers. My cock feels the cool air briefly before being engulfed in her warm, wet mouth. I let out a strangled noise, gripping her hair tightly as she takes me farther into her mouth. Her tongue dances around the tip before she moves back down, creating suction with her cheeks as she sucks on me.
How can her mouth feel so damn good?
My breath comes in ragged pants as she works me with her lips, tongue, and hand in perfect harmony. The combination of sensations is almost too much to handle. A warm sensation spreads throughout my body, as pleasure intensifies with each movement of her head. Heat builds in the pit of my stomach, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. She hums in response, the vibrations sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.
Fuck. Fuck. Fucccck.
She takes me deep, the wet heat and suction driving me wild. My hips thrust as I feel myself reaching the brink. She must sense it too because she grips me tighter, moving her hand up and down in time with her mouth. My hips buck, meeting her movements.
“I’m close. So fucking close,” I warn her, my voice strained.
She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and gives a small nod. Her gaze locked on mine, she takes me as deep as she can and swallows around me. And that’s all, folks. The swallowing sensation pushes me over the fucking edge.
With a hoarse cry, I find my release, waves of intense pleasure washing over me as she continues her ministrations, milking me.
Every. Last. Drop.
When I’m completely spent, she slowly pulls away, placing a tender kiss on my hip. She crawls back up my body, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. I pull her close, our mouths meeting in a deep, unhurried kiss that lingers, soft and full of connection. When we finally break apart, the room feels warm and still, the perfect quiet wrapping around us.
We lie beside each other, her head resting on my chest, her fingers lightly tracing patterns across my skin. Her touch is calming, and I find myself exhaling deeply, content in a way I haven’t been in a long time.
My hand brushes her hair away from her face. “You never told me your name.”
She lifts her head slightly, her gaze meeting mine. “My name is Magnolia… Magnolia Steel. Magnolia Elizabeth Steel, actually.”
Hesitation crosses her face before she adds, “Why aren’t you laughing?”
I frown, not in on the joke. “Why would I laugh?”
“Because of the movie Steel Magnolias. My grandmother thought it would be clever to name me Magnolia Steel. She thought it was charming, but I’ve always found it embarrassing. My name has been one long-running joke my entire life.”
I tilt my head, studying her. “First of all, I’ve never heard of that movie. Secondly, your name is beautiful. Just like you.”
Her lips part slightly, as if she wasn’t expecting that, and the faintest smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “You mean it?”
“Absolutely.”
Magnolia Steel. Her name settles in my mind. “It’s very nice to meet you, Magnolia Steel. And what you just did was incredible.”
My lips brush hers in a kiss I can’t resist.
She laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her fingers trail lightly down my chest. “I’m very glad you enjoyed it, Alex Sebring.”
Her gaze holds something deep that makes my chest tighten in the best way.
After a beat, I clear my throat, my heart pounding a little harder than I’d like to admit. “Magnolia, I have a wedding to attend tomorrow evening. A former teammate’s. I’m supposed to bring a plus-one, and… I’d like you to come with me.”
Her eyes widen slightly, surprise rippling through her expression. “Your date? You mean… go public?”
I nod, holding her gaze steady, hoping she can see how much I want this. “Yes. I want you there with me, if you’re willing. It’s a private ceremony, and I’ll make sure we avoid any paparazzi. You’ll be completely protected.”
She bites her lip, fighting a smile. “I’d love to go, Alex, but I don’t have anything to wear to a wedding—especially not to a wedding of a professional rugby player.”
“That’s an easy fix. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping and find something stunning for you to wear. What do you say?”
Please say yes.
Her hesitation melts into a smile, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. “Okay, then. I’d love to be your plus-one.”
Hearing her say yes sends a surge of warmth through me. I lean forward, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, savoring the sweetness of this moment and the possibilities it holds.
This is a turning point for us. Taking her to the wedding, going public, letting the people in my life see us together—it’s more than a date. It’s a quiet but undeniable statement: she’s the one I’ve chosen, the one I want. As I look into her trusting eyes, there’s no doubt in my mind that this is the right move.
The thought of walking into that wedding with her on my arm stirs a mix of excitement and nerves. It’s a step toward something bigger, something deeper. This is about letting her into my world completely.
I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers with hers. “Thank you for saying yes.”
“Thank you for inviting me.”
My hand cups her cheek. “Having you there means more to me than I can put into words.”
Her lips curve into a smile, and before I can say more, she shifts, closing the small space between us. Her kiss is slow and deliberate, her hands sliding to rest on my shoulders as she presses against me.
I deepen the kiss, pulling her closer, my hands tracing the curves of her back. Every kiss, every touch feels like a promise, one we’re both more than ready to keep.
She pulls back, uncertainty swirling in her eyes. “Don’t you need more time before you can… do it again?”
“Not with you.” The simplest touch from her has the power to reignite the flame she’s just extinguished.
I flip us over, pinning her beneath me, and her hair fans out on the pillow––a halo of chestnut in the dim light. She looks like an absolute angel.
I gaze down at her, marveling at how perfectly she fits into my world, and trace the curve of her cheek with my thumb. “I love having you here in my space.”
Her eyes soften, a tender smile gracing her lips. “I love being here.”
My lips hungrily graze against hers in a fiery embrace. My hands eagerly explore every curve of her body, fueled by an unbridled desire. With delicate movements, I slide her panties down her smooth legs and toss them aside. My eyes devour the sight before me––her lacy lingerie hugging her figure, stockings accentuating her shapely legs, and those dangerously high heels that make her even more alluring. The delicate lace against her bare skin is like a tantalizing temptation, driving me wild with longing.
“Tell me how you want it. Slow and gentle, or fast and rough?” I kiss my way down to her collarbone, waiting for her answer.
Magnolia runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer until our eyes meet. “I want to make love tonight. I want to explore every inch of you and savor every moment.”
“You can have every part of me.”
I belong to you tonight, Magnolia Steel.
Her captivating eyes––a mesmerizing blend of brown, green, and gold––hold me captive. In this moment, I am willing to do anything for her. She doesn’t even have to ask; the way she looks at me is enough to make me want to fulfill her every desire.
I release a deep, guttural groan as I enter her with aching tenderness. As our bodies become one, she gasps and arches against me, urging me to go deeper. Our movements are fluid and synchronized, each touch and thrust sending waves of pleasure through our bodies. Every sensation is heightened in this sensual dance between us, our bodies perfectly attuned to the other’s desires. It’s an exquisite moment that we savor, lost in the intoxicating sensations coursing through us both.
With my weight supported on my elbows, I look down at Magnolia’s stunning face and carefully move within her. Our eyes lock, an intense connection forming between us that goes beyond the physical. It’s as if I can see into the very depths of her soul, and she into mine.
The world fades away until there is nothing but the two of us, joined together in this intimate moment. I savor every sensation––the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, the way she moves with me in perfect harmony.
“Magnolia,” I whisper, her name a prayer on my lips.
“Alex,” she says, my name whispered with tenderness and desire.
We continue our unhurried lovemaking, lost in each other’s eyes and the intensity of our connection. Every thrust is slow and purposeful, building our pleasure gradually. In this moment, we are one––body, heart, and soul intertwined.
Our bodies move together in a slow, sensual rhythm, every motion deliberate and filled with meaning. I feel Magnolia’s heart beating in time with mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us. The intimacy is almost overwhelming, and I never want it to end.
As I gaze into her eyes, I see a kaleidoscope of emotions––desire, vulnerability, trust. It’s as if her very essence is laid bare before me. And I hope she sees something similar reflected in my eyes.
The pleasure builds gradually, like a slow-burning fire, as we continue to move as one. Every nerve ending feels alive, hyperaware of each point where our bodies connect.
In this moment, nothing else matters but the two of us, lost in our own world of sensation and emotion. Time seems to stand still as we savor each exquisite moment. The outside world fades away completely, leaving only us.
As our passion builds, our movements become more urgent yet still retain that sense of lovemaking. Her quiet gasps and sighs of pleasure are the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
“Alex,” she moans softly, her nails raking gently down my back. The sensation sends shivers through my entire body.
We’re both nearing the peak of ecstasy, yet I want to prolong this perfect moment and stay suspended in this blissful connection for as long as possible. I slow our pace once more, drawing out each movement.
Magnolia’s eyes flutter, dark with desire, as her legs tighten around me. “I’m so close,” she whispers, the need in her words undeniable, leaving no doubt about what she’s asking for.
With a controlled and teasing slowness, I withdraw my length enough to let the head of my cock brush against that special spot inside her with each thrust, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from us both. Our bodies move together in a sensual dance, our movements fluid and synchronized as we climb higher and higher toward that ultimate peak of bliss.
The tension between us builds exquisitely like a tightly coiled spring ready to release its energy in one explosive burst of ecstasy.
Magnolia’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps now. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she clings to me. I feel the tremors running through her body, matching the trembling in my own limbs.
“Oh… oh… oh,” she cries out, her voice breaking.
With a shuddering exhale, she reaches her release, her body arching in pure ecstasy. The sight of her lost in pleasure ignites a fire within me, and I can feel myself being pulled toward the edge.
Every nerve in my body tingles with white-hot pleasure as we both reach our climax, leaving us breathless and shaking in each other’s arms. The world around us becomes a blur of sensations, and all that exists is the overwhelming rush of pleasure coursing through us.
For long moments, we remain entwined, our hearts racing in tandem as we slowly drift back down to earth. I pepper soft kisses across Magnolia’s face––her closed eyelids, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth. When she finally opens her eyes, they’re filled with such tenderness that it makes my heart ache.
As I gaze at Magnolia’s flushed face and tousled hair, a realization dawns on me. This woman, who can appear so angelic and pure, possesses a devilish side that sets my blood on fire.She’s not only the sweet, innocent girl next door. She’s also the seductress who can reduce me to a primal, lustful creature with a simple look or a touch. The angel and the devil, both wrapped up in one intoxicating package. And I’m utterly addicted.
Magnolia gives me a coy smile. “What are you thinking about?”
“You. And how you manage to be both the sweetest and the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
She laughs, a musical sound that makes my heart skip.
I pull her closer, reveling in the warmth of her soft skin against mine, and press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Magnolia hums contentedly, snuggling into my chest. “You’re pretty incredible yourself,” she says, her breath tickling my skin.
As we lie in the afterglow, I’m struck by how right this feels. It’s not just the sex though that certainly doesn’t hurt. It’s the way Magnolia fits so perfectly in my arms, how her laughter bubbles up so easily, how her eyes sparkle when she looks at me. I trail my fingers lazily along her spine, savoring the little shiver it elicits.
She arches into my touch. “Mmm, that feels nice.”
“Yeah, this is nice.”
With Magnolia, I find myself craving more than the physical connection. I want lazy Sunday mornings and shared inside jokes. I want to know her hopes and fears, her dreams and regrets. I want to be the one she turns to when she needs support and the one she celebrates with when she succeeds.
Sensing the shift in my mood, Magnolia props herself up on an elbow. She studies my face, a hint of concern in her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
I gaze into her eyes, captivated by the flecks of gold. “Yeah,” I say, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Just thinking about how good this feels.”
She smiles softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my shoulder. “It feels really good, doesn’t it?”
I nod, but inside, a storm of thoughts brews. In five weeks, she’ll be gone—back to the States—and the idea of losing her feels unbearable. She’s more than I ever expected to find; she’s everything I’ve been searching for.
I can’t let this slip away. Not without trying to make her stay, to show her that what we have is worth holding on to. The distance, the challenges—they all seem insignificant compared to the thought of not having her in my life.
As she nestles back against me, I make a silent vow. I’ll find a way to convince her that this connection between us is just the beginning of something extraordinary. Letting her go when the time is up isn’t an option.
Not anymore.