Chapter 4
chapter four
Alek yanked Jules off the elevator, right into his arms. He couldn’t resist dipping his head to steal another kiss. God, this woman. He didn’t know what had gotten into him. One-night stands, that’s mostly what he’d had the last few years. His Army career and the life of a Ranger just didn’t allow for long-term attachments. At least, not for him. And this wouldn’t last past tonight, but for some reason, he felt this yearning…a need that he didn’t understand. It went beyond the normal sexual need. He just couldn’t remember a time when he felt this damned giddy. Ever.
When they finally made it to his door, he fumbled with his keycard as her hands ran over his body. He hadn’t pegged Jules at being so handsy, but damn, the woman acted as if she owned his body. He was okay with that if she kept touching him. There was a good chance he would kill anyone who had the nerve to interrupt them. He dropped his key, twice, before he finally got the room door open. He tugged her through the doorway, then pushed her back up against it after it closed. God, this woman. She was lush and beautiful and so damned delicious. He slipped his hands to the back of her dress, easing the zipper down as he kissed her. He trailed his fingers down the path of the flesh he exposed. So soft.
Alek slanted his mouth over hers again and again, wanting nothing more than to devour her. He forced himself away from her, with one last lick against her mouth before stepping back.
She was holding the dress to her and he growled. He wanted to see her. He just knew that she was the kind of woman who went for lace and silk against her skin.
“Let it fall,” he ordered, not truly understanding the need to command her. He had never been the kind of man who wanted to dominate his partner in bed, but with her, he seemed to have a short fuse.
She hesitated, then let it fall into a puddle on the floor at her feet.
Fuck me sideways.
It was the only thought he had. He let his gaze travel down her body. Red. It wasn’t the color he expected, but it fit her. Full breasts barely held in by a lace Demi bra, a barely there pair of panties that he was sure was a thong, and thigh highs.
Mother. Fucking. Thigh. Highs.
He loved them. She was still wearing her fuck me heels.
The woman wasn’t just beautiful, she was a fucking goddess.
“Stop.”
He glanced up at her face, which was flaming red to match her lingerie. “What?”
“I am not a goddess.”
Lord, he was speaking his thoughts out loud. Well, that was payback for her because she told him he was pretty. He was sure she hadn’t wanted to say that out loud.
“But you are.”
He slipped out of his jacket and tossed it aside, then held up his hand, curling his fingers to urge her closer. She hesitated, and another growl vibrated out of his chest. Fuck, he had never been like that, but something was different tonight. He needed a good hard fuck and apparently so did Jules. His cock could be a greedy mother fucker, but he usually could keep the bastard under control. Tonight appeared to be different on so many levels.
She made her way over to him, her hips swaying. He didn’t think she was being overtly sensual. She just moved like that, those round hips moving back and forth, and those legs…fuck.
When she finally reached him, he pulled her over to the bed, urging her down on the mattress. He needed to taste her. It was the only thought that was now humming in his brain.
He yanked her to the edge of the bed, and she let out a squeak that turned into a giggle. The happy sound rushed through him, adding an urgency to his appetite. He looked up at her and knew from the surprised look on her face that she didn’t normally react that way. Pride filled him. Why? He had no idea, but getting a reaction out of her that seemed out of character felt like some kind of victory. Bringing her happiness seemed more than important.
Slipping his fingers beneath the silk fabric, he eased down her panties and threw them behind him. He was leaving the thigh highs and shoes on. He wanted to feel both against his flesh as he fucked her.
Placing a hand on each of her thighs, he spread her legs. The scent of her arousal hit him hard, his cock twitched, begging for relief. There was a good chance he was going to embarrass himself. It had been over a year since he’d had a woman, but that was the norm with his job. This was different though. This woman was different.
He leaned in, his mouth watering. Those pretty pink lips parted, wet with need. He shuddered, he couldn’t control it, nor did he care to. He was all about pleasure tonight, and Jules was definitely a woman who was made for pleasure.
Leaning forward, he dipped his tongue between her pussy lips. The taste of her danced across his taste buds. Decadent, rich…irresistible. He lapped at her, enjoying the way her moans grew as the sassy, sweet flavor of her need blasted through him. The scent of her arousal mixed with the scent of roses, which seemed to cling to her skin.
“Oh, bloody hell,” she muttered as her hands moved to his head, her fingers slipping through his hair. She urged him to take her, push her, to completely get lost in her. He lifted her legs and settled them on his shoulders, enjoying the silky feel of her hose against his flesh, along with the way her heels dug into his back every now and then. The mixture of pleasure and pain pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel precum wetting the head of his dick and was increasingly worried he would embarrass himself.
She was close, he could sense it thanks to her moans, and her muscles contracted, moving closer to releasing her orgasm. He moved his mouth away so he could add his fingers, curling them up inside of her. She was tight, and as he took her clit into his mouth, she tightened around his digits. It only took another second or two and she was hurtling over the edge, screaming his name. He pulled back to watch the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He was still completely dressed, but he made quick work of his clothes, popping a few buttons off of his shirt as he clawed at it. His shoes and socks came next. After retrieving a condom from his wallet, Alek held it between his teeth as he tossed his wallet on the bedside table, then undid his pants. Those also landed with the rest of his clothes and his knit boxers followed.
Jules rose up to her elbows to look at him, and he could admit that her admiration for his body as her gaze traveled down the length of him bolstered his ego just a bit. Especially when her eyes widened and hesitated as she got a look at his cock. He wrapped this hand around it, stroking it, enjoying the feel of her watching him pleasure himself. He could imagine getting off in front of her, not letting her touch him, having to watch him come.
He took the condom out of his mouth, then stepped closer. Her tongue darted out over her luscious mouth, wetting it and driving him crazy.
“Want a taste, kuuipo ?” Sweetheart . He didn’t know why he called her that, because he would never see her after tonight, but it felt right.
Her gaze shot to his and she nodded.
“Hmm, not sure if I could last.”
She frowned, her brows dipping down as she continued to watch him stroke his cock. Fuck, she was amazing.
“Hmm, how about you lick my balls?”
She didn’t hesitate. Her pink tongue darted out and wet her full, pouty lips. Then, she leaned forward to run her tongue over his sac. Fuck. That felt good. The woman really did have a talented mouth, and he wanted it on his dick.
“Want a real taste?”
She moved back from his ball sac and looked up at him through her lashes. She wasn’t trying to be coy; he was sure of it. There was one thing he had learned about Jules in the short time he had known her and that was that she couldn’t hide her real feelings. He liked that about her.
He held his dick out and she leaned forward. Her tongue darted out over the head, licking some of the precum into her mouth. She hummed and shivered.
He wanted her mouth on him, but at the moment, he wanted—no needed —to be inside her tight channel, all those amazing muscles clenching him.
Reaching around to her back, he undid her bra, and tossed it behind him to join the panties on the floor. Good god, the woman was definitely a goddess. From the soft curve of her hips to the hard tips of her pink nipples. He urged her back on the mattress.
“I only got a little taste.”
“Sorry, but I want to be deep in that juicy, tight cunt of yours when I come.”
Her frown darkened, and he wanted to ask her about that. Afterwards, he would. He was walking a fine line with his control as it was. Once he ripped the condom package open, he rolled the condom on, then stepped up closer to the bed. Taking her by the hips, he raised her up off the mattress, then centered his cock between her legs, entering her in one hard thrust.
She gasped at the intrusion. She was wet thanks to her orgasm, but she was still tighter than a fist.
“Sorry,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Never be sorry,” she said with a laugh as she wrapped her legs around him. Oh, fuck, that felt good. He pulled out then thrust back in.
“Fuck, your cunt feels like heaven.” The sentence had her clenching around his dick. So, Jules liked a little dirty talk. He continued to move inside of her, enjoying the way her muscles clung to him each time he thrust back into her pussy. He licked his lips. “Having your juices on my tongue while I fuck you is the best thing.”
Again, her muscles contracted, and he was sure of it then. She liked dirty talk and so he went about destroying her with it.
“Touch your tits,” he ordered her. She didn’t hesitate to cup each of them, her nimble fingers dancing over her soft skin. He wanted to fuck her breasts, but not this time. Next time. Maybe. “Pinch your nipples. Hard.”
Again, she did as he asked without any hesitation. “Oh, god,” she muttered and pinched them again.
“Like that?” She nodded as she continued to tug on her nipples. “You can feel it in that juicy cunt of yours, can’t you?”
She nodded again, unable to answer—or he assumed. He felt the tell-tale sign of his balls tightening, and his orgasm was sitting there on the edge, just a little out of reach. He wanted her to come again, feel all those muscles clamp down on his dick as he came. He moved one hand from her hip to her clit, pinching it hard. That was all it took for her to come again, her muscles rippled over his dick, pulling him deeper inside of her warmth. He thrust one more time before he gave over to the pleasure she pulled from him. His orgasm seemingly lasted an eternity.
When he was finally done, he collapsed on top of her, unable to do anything else. He was weak, his entire body felt as if he’d run a marathon…or three.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air and their bodies were damp from their exertion. Instead of pushing him away or telling him to get up, she clung to him, her fingers dancing up and down his spine. He must have dozed for a minute or so, but when he could finally gain his wits, he placed a hand on either side of her on the mattress, then pushed himself off her.
“Sorry about that,” he murmured.
She offered him a brilliant smile. Her lipstick was smeared, her hair was a mess, and there was a flush to her skin. And all he could think was that he caused that. He gave her this happiness. Some emotion he couldn’t identify moved in his chest.
“Don’t be. That was brilliant.”
He rose to his feet. “Be right back.” He was smiling as he got rid of the condom, then he joined her back on the bed. She had gotten under the covers and he pulled her back against him, her back against his front. Every luscious curve pressed against him. Heaven.
Then he remembered the look when he told her that he couldn’t wait.
“Jules?”
“Hmm,” she said dreamily.
“Did I upset you earlier?”
“I told you not to be sorry.”
“I meant before. When I wouldn’t let you suck me off.”
Everything about her seemed to still, then she sighed. “I’ve never been good at that particular thing.”
“A blow job?”
She nodded and he could sense her embarrassment. God, this woman. She had no idea that it had more to do with him than with her. Before he realized what she was doing, she had started to inch away from him. He growled and yanked her back. He wasn’t done with her…and there was no reason for the panic that hit him when she did that little move. None at all. He just wanted a few more times with her in bed.
Alek forced her to turn to face him. It was dark so he couldn’t see if she was blushing or not, but he assumed she was. As tight as she was, she didn’t have a lot of experience, not that he had a lot of women in his past.
He cupped her face with his hands. “Tell me, Jules.”
“I’ve only slept with one other man and he was not…do I have to talk about this? It’s embarrassing.”
He wanted to demand whatever the asshole who had her had said. Men tended to strike out and be hurtful when they felt their manhood threatened.
“No. But, I’ll tell you why I stopped you. I wanted to be deep inside that tasty pussy when I came. You had me so out of my mind that I would have lost it the moment your sweet mouth wrapped around me.”
“Honestly?”
“Yes.” He couldn’t resist leaning forward to brush his mouth against hers. “Give me a few more minutes and I’ll let you do whatever you want to my body during round two.”
There was a beat of silence, then slowly, her mouth curved before turning into a full-on grin. There was that funny feeling in his chest, but he pushed his worries aside. His time in the military taught him to live in the moment because you never knew if tomorrow would ever come for you.
“It’s a deal,” Jules said, her breath rushing out over his chest.
He pulled her close, once again enjoying her soft curves as they pressed up against him and thinking that this stopover in San Francisco was his best idea to date.