Nine
NINE
FRANCESCA
E very tick of the clock made me jumpy.
Nick shouted at the TV screen, focused entirely on his tournament. He was around forty-five minutes into the session, and I itched to see Alexander. Our illicit meeting on the jetty had left me burning with growing need with each passing hour.
Sitting next to Nick while fantasising about his father left a sickly taste in my mouth. I couldn’t help it. Alexander had finally given me a glimpse into the sex that I heard my girlfriends gushing about, yet had never believed possible. I’d been convinced they lied to outdo one another, yet all that time I was the chump, putting up with shit sex and believing that’s just how it should be.
‘Oh, come on,’ Nick raged, shouting at the screen while he bashed at his controller. In the whole time I’d sat next to him, he’d barely looked at me twice.
With a prickling awareness, I listened out to Alexander moving around in the kitchen. From where I sat, I could see half of the kitchen counters, and the occasional glimpse of him moving around in there. Fighting the urge to stare made me squirm.
Nick went into another highly fuelled barrage of instructions with whoever was on the other end of his headset, right as Alexander appeared. With all the cocky assurance of an older man, he leant against the kitchen wall and gazed openly at me. My heart rate picked up as I waited to see if Nick would notice. He only had eyes for his pixelated character on the screen.
Alexander slowly undid the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them over his thick forearms.
God. Damn.
How on earth did Alexander’s rolling of sleeves make my stomach flip like a beached fish?
You’ve gone off the deep end. You could still leave. Break it off with Nick and go home. Do the right thing.
But I didn’t want to do the right thing.
I wanted to do my boyfriend’s dad.
When he moved back into the kitchen, I followed. Nick didn’t say a word.
The second I stepped over the threshold, Alexander slammed me back against a counter, his fingers wrapping around my throat in a tight grasp. Greedily, he kissed me with such fervour that my brain melted any sense right out of it, puddling between my thighs instead. In the burning demand of his need, I burst with glee. Being wanted so desperately proved a dangerous drug, an addiction that I grasped at.
Hot strokes of his tongue against mine threw memories of it between my thighs into my head, and I lost myself to his touch completely. How long did we have before Nick would notice my absence? That he was so nearby, unaware that his father had his tongue in my mouth, added a delicious tension to the encounter.
‘Fuck,’ Alexander groaned as he broke the kiss. ‘I’ve been dying to do that all day.’
‘Do it again,’ I begged, feeling almost delirious at the way his fingers still gripped my throat.
Our mouths collided in a parting of need, a battle of tongue and heat as we seemed to compete for the title of most lust-driven. I adored the added pressure on my throat whenever I swallowed, my muscles bobbing beneath his tightened fingers. Electricity spread through me with the demand of his lips, and he pressed my hand between us, covering his dick with my palm.
‘Take my cock out, baby. Show me how much you need it,’ he crooned.
Unsure of myself, I undid his trousers as he continued to rev me up with his heady kisses.
‘Francesca,’ he groaned. ‘I need you.’
‘Need me where?’
He pulled back and looked at me through lust-lidded eyes. ‘Taste me, sweet girl. On your knees, over here.’
He glanced toward the living room before manhandling me to the other side of the counter.
‘Knees,’ he commanded, and I dropped to the floor. From our new position, Alexander could look out over the living room and monitor Nick, while the overhang of the counter would hide me.
Pressing myself back against the cool wooden cupboards, I tentatively unleashed Alexander’s cock, marvelling at the sheer heft of it. While it was lengthy enough, it was the girth that had my thighs clenching. I held Alexander’s gaze as I tried to figure out what he’d enjoy.
‘Lick it, Francesca. Worship it. Show me how good you can be.’
I could feel every ridge as I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock, sweeping over the flesh in wide arcs.
‘Fucking hell,’ he grumbled, gripping the edge of the counter and biting his lower lip. The rush of power I felt at his open desire urged me onward. While I’d gone down on guys before, reluctantly, I’d never seen someone react with so much desire. I wanted to make him fall apart like he had made me on the jetty.
Delighting in each tensing of his balls, in each stifled moan and sharp intake of breath, I worked him with my tongue until his dick hardened to bursting. The pleasure on his face, when I finally— achingly slowly —took him into my mouth, was nothing short of divine. Not a hint of boredom plagued me. I wanted more rather than wishing for it to be over.
‘That’s it. You can take it all, baby. Nice and wide for me.’
Working his dick with my mouth and hand in tandem, I focused the strokes of my tongue over that sensitive ridge below the head.
‘Good god,’ he moaned, one hand moving into my hair and gripping me tightly as he worked his hips, driving his dick further into my mouth.
My eyes watered at the incredible way he stretched my lips, imagining how insane it would feel to have him slipping into my pussy like that. How would it feel for both of us to be falling over the edge together into the divine hell of our own making?
‘Does it turn you on sucking my dick while Nick’s ignoring you?’ he asked beneath his breath. ‘While he could walk in and catch you there on your knees?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned as he pulled out of my mouth. Fuelled by overwhelming need, I sucked him right back in, hollowing out my cheeks as I worked him deeper until the fat head hit the tight ring of my throat.
‘Dirty girl. Look at you with your mouth full.’
Alexander watched as I bobbed on his cock, sucking and licking, no decorum or finesse in my actions. It was pure animalistic lust driving me.
‘I’m going to fill your mouth, baby. And when I do, I don’t want you to swallow. Hold it there on your tongue for me until I tell you otherwise.’
My stomach lurched at the request, but curiosity pulled at me, too. Why did he want me to do that? I’d always done the expected thing and swallowed, while fighting a grimace like a good girl.
His balls tensed beneath my fingers when I let out a heady moan around his dick, his hand slamming the counter as he fought his own battle at the ministrations of my tongue. I choked as he thrust forward, his big cock nudging into my throat and holding me there. My eyes pricked with tears as I struggled, caught between him and the cupboard behind me. A prisoner to his need.
Never had anything made me wetter.
‘Francesca.’ My name came like a tortured plea tumbling from his lips as he thrust his hips slowly, filling my throat with each burgeoning rut. The pretty accent mixed with his throaty desire had me paralysed with need. The need to please him. The need to make him fall for me. The need to collect up all his desire and hoard it for myself.
He had me enthralled.
Lost entirely in his every moan.