Alexander #2
After we finish the sandwiches I made us, I hand her a napkin. “So how does it feel to be a married woman?”
Aarya holds out her left hand in front of her, gazing down at the sparkling diamond on her finger—now coupled with my mother’s thin wedding band. “You know, darling, everyone says they feel no different when they’re married, but I don’t know. I feel different. Like I’m more mature. More elegant.”
I stifle a laugh, trying my best to play along with the ridiculous charade. “You are very elegant, my little sugar plum.” I press a kiss to the top of her hand before taking a bite of my sandwich.
“I’m so glad you were able to get away from the office, dear.” She pouts. “I hate when you work those long hours.”
I lift my thumb to her plump bottom lip and give it a tug. “I’m sorry, baby. I do wish I could be home with you.”
She nips at my thumb, giving me those seductive dark eyes. “I get so lonely in that big house all by myself.”
My gaze drops to her mouth, and I can’t bring myself to pull my hand away. “I should make more of an effort to spend time with you.”
“You should.” Her tongue skates out and grazes the tip of my thumb. “I would make it worth your while.”
“I have no doubt.” My dick throbs in my pants as the memory of Greece flashes through my mind again. “One night making love to you would be worth all the damn money in the world.”
She wraps her lips around my thumb, and I push it further into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it as she hums.
“Every day I’m with you, the weaker I become in resisting you,” I whisper, letting the truth slip free.
She pops my thumb out of her mouth and draws me closer with her hands around the back of my neck. “You don’t have to resist your wife.”
I shouldn’t.
I don’t want to.
These false pretenses have real consequences, yet I can’t find it in myself to care with the way she’s looking up at me, wearing my ring on her finger, after she took my last name.
When I look at her, all I see is mine.
And after seeing her sprawled out for me on the bed in Greece, marked with my cum, I seem to have lost all of my self-control.
Without warning, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her away from the picnic blanket. We’re too out in the open here, and anyone wandering by could catch us. So I stalk over to my bike, parked and hidden behind a patch of trees, and plant her ass on the seat sideways, facing me.
I lean down and kiss her hard, my tongue surging inside in search of hers. She clings to me, teetering back on the seat as I ravage her mouth, licking and sucking and nipping at her like a man starved.
I am starving for this woman.
I have been since the moment we met.
I kneel down in front of her, and slide my hands up along her bare thighs, under her dress and hooking my thumbs on the sides of her panties before dragging them down her legs.
She leans back on the bike seat, spreading her legs wide.
“Goddamn,” I murmur, gazing up at her while she watches me in anticipation. “Look at you, with your bare pussy on my seat, legs spread for me. I’m never going to get this image out of my head.”
She tips her chin. “Good.”
Good. Because she wants to be mine as much as I want her to be, whether she admits it or not.
I slide my thumb over her, swirling her arousal over her clit in slow circles. “So wet for your husband.”
Her hips rock against my featherlight touch as she lets out a breathy moan. “Please, Alex.”
“I’ve got you, baby. I’m going to take care of this for you.” I grip onto her hips as my tongue glides over her, teasing her with soft strokes at first. “You gave me a small taste of you in Greece, and I haven’t been able to stop craving you.”
She lets out a loud moan, gripping onto the back of my head with one of her hands while the other keeps her propped up on the seat as she rolls her hips against me, pressing me exactly where she wants me.
She wants more, and I intend on giving it to her.
“Hold on, baby.” I toss her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her thighs, feasting on her like she’s my last meal, rubbing my tongue all over her.
“Fuck, Alex. That feels so good.”
It’s my name that does me in. Not Krum Cake.
Not Big Man. To her, I’m not just a famous pro athlete.
She has seen behind the walls I’ve carefully constructed around myself.
For so long, I’ve been comprised of hockey and fatherhood.
I’ve devoted my life to those two things, and while I wouldn’t trade them for the world, I want to be more than that. I am more than that.
I want someone to love all that I am. Not just the team captain, not only a dad. I want someone to see my heart and my soul. All of me.
And I want her to be that someone.
I curl a finger inside of her, matching the rhythm with my tongue.
Aarya gazes down at me, her fingers gripping my hair as she grinds herself against my face. “Right there, Alex,” she whimpers. “Just like that. On your knees for me like a good boy.”
I bask in her praise, groaning loud as I devour her. I curl a second finger inside of her, stroking her exactly where she needs me, and then she breaks apart, legs shaking as she screams my name into the sky.
I rub my tongue in slow strokes against her pussy as she comes down, lapping up every last delicious drop of her. Then I press soft kisses along her inner thighs and down each leg as I slide her panties back on for her.
She wobbles on her feet as she stands, clinging to me until she steadies herself.
She wears a sated smile as she reaches up to kiss me. “That was...incredible.”
It was, and I won’t be able to stop myself from tasting her again. I’m addicted.
“I know we should keep our boundaries set in place, but every time I’m around you, all I want to do is tear down every fucking one,” I confess.
“Would it be so bad? To let ourselves enjoy each other while we’re pretending?”
Pretending. I hate the word as soon as it leaves her mouth.
“This isn’t pretending.” I cup her face and stare into her eyes. “What we just did? What happened in Greece? It’s not fake to me.”
“I know. I... I shouldn’t have said that.” Her throat bobs as she swallows. “It’s not fake for me either. The way I want you is very real.”
But is it the same way I want her?
Maybe it’s because we just got married. Maybe it’s because we’re wearing my parents’ rings, and their lives were taken too soon so it feels like I should be living my life to the fullest in honor of them. Maybe having her for a while is better than not having her at all.
I stroke her soft cheek with my thumb. “You’re wearing me down, spitfire. I’m defenseless against you.”
That earns me another smile. “Good.”