Seven
SEVEN
FRANCESCA
‘ E xcuse me?’
Did I hear him correctly? Heat flushed through my torso before making my cheeks flare red. His admission was scandalous. Wrong. Yet a little knot formed in my stomach at the thought of him in bed, thinking about me.
‘I asked if you hate sex, or just the shit sex my son gives you.’ Alexander maintained eye contact, not a hint of shame affecting his expression.
‘How would you know what kind of sex we have?’ The words stumbled on my dry tongue, my brain working overtime trying to decide whether I should be flattered or appalled.
‘There are cameras in the house. Living in England, I need to check in when no-one is here. I checked in to see how Nick was doing, and you two were going at it on the sofa.’ He gave a small shrug, not even a hint of apology.
‘You watched your son have sex?’
‘If you could call it that.’ I mean… I couldn’t exactly disagree. But that’s what sex was, right? A little fun to keep your man happy. A relationship chore.
‘You’re a freak,’ I muttered, pulling up the feeling of disgust that I seemed to lack.
‘Maybe.’ Alexander placed one hand on the jetty between us, his fingertips just grazing my leg. ‘But I wasn’t spying. Not at first. And it wasn’t him I watched.’
‘And what did you see?’ My brain screamed at me to move away from him. To go home and tell my parents what this creep had done. But the light touch made my body zing in a way that felt monumentally different. Important.
‘Disappointment. A desire for more. A willingness to please, but a craving for someone to show you how much more there can be. I couldn’t drag myself away from you from the moment I laid eyes on you.’
Water lapped, and the sun burned as I let his words soak in. He sounded sincere. But older men are good at hooking younger women. Maybe he filled every woman he meets with sweet words that make them feel wanted.
‘Sex is sex. Guys enjoy it, girls tolerate it.’
‘Bollocks. If you’re doing it right, sex is even more enjoyable for women. They can come again and again with a bit of time. Whoever told you that was speaking out of their ass.’
Drawing tiny circles on my thigh, he watched me for a reaction. When I didn’t shrink away, he grew emboldened, tracing a path toward my inner thigh.
Caught in a trap between desire and derision, I held my breath until he extracted a small moan from me.
‘We can’t,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve slept with your son.’
Alexander tilted his head a touch before biting his lower lip, his fingers dancing dangerously close to my panties.
‘Did you come on his tongue? Did he touch your pretty pussy until you collapsed in his arms?’
‘No.’ The very thought of Alexander’s tongue there sent a quaking through me that uprooted me to the core.
‘Then we’ll start there.’
Before I could say anything, Alexander put his phone on the jetty beside me and slid into the water.
‘Oh my god,’ I said, eyes wide as he stood shoulder height to my hips. ‘What are you?—’
He cut me off by ducking under my skirt and pressing his hot mouth over my lace covered pussy. I pressed my nails into his shoulders to push him away, but the sensation that coiled through me stopped me in my tracks.
Holy smokes .
My eyes rolled into my head at the gentle scrape of his stubble on my inner thighs. He caught me so off guard by his sudden dropping between my legs that my brain malfunctioned. There was nothing between my ears but a host of sensations that his tongue wreaked with its delightful twisting.
‘Someone might see!’ I gasped as he pulled my panties to the side and slid his tongue against my clit, sending stars glittering across my vision.
His voice came in a deep, needy growl. ‘I don’t care. I need to taste you right now.’
Wet, cold fingers slid up my thighs, spreading my legs wide, making room for Alexander to feast.
And feast he did.
He went at me like I was the tastiest meal he’d ever had. Alternating between licking and sucking, he sent waves of pure sensation shooting into me.
The heady moans he gave at giving pleasure caught me by surprise. I hadn’t even touched him, yet he acted like I was the one using my mouth.
Could he really be enjoying himself while touching me?
With a rough, dominating yank, he hauled me closer to the edge of the jetty, sliding his mouth lower.
I gripped the rough wooden edges until my fingers whitened, fighting the urge to come in public.
‘Francesca,’ a voice called from behind me, sending me into an absolute panic.
My thighs tensed and Alexander glared up at me, a questioning look on his face.
‘It’s Nick,’ I whispered, pulling my dress back into place.
‘Shit.’
Using my foot, I shoved Alexander down into the water, feeling him slide under the wooden jetty right as Nick’s footsteps echoed behind me.
‘Francesca?’ Nick repeated.
‘Yeah?’ My voice was octaves too high and Nick raised his eyebrows at me. Shame tore into me under his scrutiny. His dad was underneath the jetty, my panties still askew beneath my skirt, and I wanted nothing more than the ground to open and swallow me up.
‘You... okay?’ he asked.
Shifting my position, my fingers clipped Alexander’s cell phone, and I bit my lip, hoping Nick hadn’t noticed it next to me.
Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, I slid the phone under my thigh while swallowing hard.
Could Nick read the guilt on my face?
‘Have you seen my dad anywhere?’
‘Your dad?’ I parroted, trying to put the scattered pieces of my brain back together.
‘Yeah. He went off for a walk, leaving me to put all the groceries away, and he hasn’t come back.’
Guilt took harsh little bites at my stomach. ‘No, I haven’t seen him.’
Liar.
I flinched in surprise as chilly hands reached under my skirt.
What the hell?!
Alexander slipped back between my legs, spreading them as I shifted to cover his head with my skirt.
His hot tongue slid over me again, contrasting with the cold of his hands. I fought back the moan that threatened to escape.
‘Huh,’ Nick said. ‘Well, if he comes past, let him know I’m looking for him.’
Focusing became a struggle as Alexander concentrated heated movements of his mouth right on my clit.
If Nick didn’t get his ass out of there, I was going to come all over his father’s face as he watched.
My thighs trembled at the growing tension in my groin. Trying to keep a straight face was proving more impossible by the second.
‘I’ll let him know!’ It was all I could muster. My body ached to grab hold of Alexander’s hair and grind against that devilish mouth of his.
Nick gave a half shrug before bending to plant a swift kiss right on my lips. I almost choked, worried he’d see his father beneath my skirt if he didn’t leave. Telling him to get lost wasn’t exactly an option either…
‘You want to come back to mine, babe? We could get in a quickie before my next tournament starts. My balls could be done with emptying.’
Gross.
I fought against the urge to cry out as Alexander’s fingers slipped into me, pressing against the enlivened walls of my pussy. Coming with Nick standing there would ruin me.
‘Mom needs me home in a minute.’ My voice was stilted and unnatural, and Nick narrowed his eyes. For a moment, I thought he’d probe me further, but in the end, he gave a grunt and headed back along the jetty.
Forcing my fingers into the wet strands of Alexander’s hair below the fluttering hem of my skirt, I clung on for dear life, riding the wave of growing tension within me.
Water drops clung to his dark lashes as my skirt rode higher, giving me a perfect view of his mouth between my thighs.
‘It feels...’ My voice drifted as I struggled to locate coherent thoughts. ‘I shouldn’t...’
‘Come on my tongue, Francesca. Let me taste you.’ His voice thickened, caught somewhere between a demand and a plea.
My muscles quivered, the rough wooden edge of the jetty digging into my legs with every quaking jerk.
Why did he look so good there? And his mouth? Fuck me. I didn’t know that having a man licking there could feel so good. More than good. Like I’d found the meaning of fucking life on the tip of his tongue.
‘Oh, god,’ I moaned, unable to fight the growing sensations any longer.
‘So sweet.’ Alexander’s moans came deep and throaty as his fingers quickened their come hither motion inside me. I lost all control of myself, falling back against the jetty as a blinding pleasure ripped through me, tearing my mind from my body and hurtling it through layers of aching lust. The vibrating hum of his moan added to the intensity until I shuddered and writhed, my thighs slipping against his wet shoulders.
Covering my face, I fought down the swelling moans, acutely aware of how public our rendezvous was.
‘Alexander,’ I crooned as the orgasm waned, my legs growing heavy against his neck. Instead of pausing his assault on my pussy, he licked in increasingly longer, more decadent strokes that had me trembling. ‘I came already.’
‘I know. So let me taste you. To lick you clean.’
Who the hell was this devil with the English accent?