Chapter 10
Alex
I pull her inside and she kicks the door shut behind us, her hands already fisting in my shirt and pulling me toward her. We stumble back laughing, kissing frantically like we've got about thirty seconds before the world ends and this is the only thing that matters.
We bump into the reading chair by the window, nearly knocking the damn thing over, and I catch her waist before she stumbles back, my fingers digging into the soft warmth of her through her thin shirt, pulling her flush against me so there's not a centimeter of space between us.
"Ah!" She yelps, giggling and clinging to my shoulders, her nails scraping lightly against the back of my neck in a way that sends heat straight to my cock. "Okay, two points for the save. Very smooth, Midnight."
"Mmm, and what do these points get me?" I ask between kisses, my hand sliding down the curve of her back, over her ass, squeezing as we move toward the bed. She feels incredible and I want to touch every inch of her.
"If you're lucky and continue to be good, you get to fuck me, which is about as good of a prize as you can get," she says, breathless and grinning up at me with that wicked glint in her eyes that's been making me insane for weeks.
I laugh, looking down at her, brushing my thumb along her flushed cheek, her skin hot under my touch. "Definitely the best prize I could possibly get."
She rolls her eyes, looking unimpressed. "Don't get romantic with me, alright?"
I grab her ass with both hands and squeeze hard enough to make her gasp, lifting her slightly so she has to grab onto me tighter. "I wouldn't dream of it, princess."
I lean down and kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting her properly, and my cock twitches hard against my zipper, already straining. Her hand drops lower to palm me through my jeans, her fingers wrapping around the thick outline of my erection and squeezing.
I groan into her mouth, my head falling back slightly, my hips jerking forward into her hand without my permission.
She strokes me through the fabric, slow and deliberate, her palm pressing against the full length of me, and I'm already so hard it hurts, my cock throbbing with every touch.
I can feel the wet spot forming where the head is leaking precum into my boxers, soaking through, and I know she can feel it too because her smile turns smug.
"You're really worked up," she observes, and there's satisfaction in her voice that makes me even harder, makes me want to flip her over and show her exactly how worked up I am.
"You try watching you boss people around in a kitchen for two weeks straight and see how you hold up," I manage. "Do you have any idea what you look like when you're yelling at someone in French? It's fucking hot."
"Is that what does it for you?" She squeezes me through the fabric, her thumb rubbing over the head of my cock through the denim, right where I'm leaking, and I groan again, louder this time. "Me being bossy?"
"Among other things." I'm barely holding it together and she knows it.
"What other things?" She's teasing me now, her hand working me steadily through my jeans, and I'm going to lose my mind if I don't get inside her soon.
"Well I like when you're a bit mean to me," I say, leaning down to kiss along her jawline, then down her neck, sucking gently at the spot where her pulse is racing beneath her skin. She gasps and tilts her head back, giving me more access, and I scrape my teeth lightly over her throat.
My hand slides under the hem of her shirt, fingers spreading across the warm skin of her stomach, and she shivers.
I move slowly, deliberately, feeling her breath hitch as I trace up her ribcage, then back down to her hip.
Her skin is impossibly soft, and when my fingers brush the waistband of her pajama pants, she makes a small sound in the back of her throat that goes straight to my cock.
"See, if you like when I yell at you, more of that can be arrang—oh fuck!" She moans, loud and surprised, as I slide my fingers into her pajama pants, cupping her pussy over her underwear first. The fabric is already damp, soaked through, and I groan at the feeling.
I don't go further yet, just teasing. "I also like when you get frustrated with me and your face crinkles up a bit. Your nose scrunches and you give me that look like I'm the most irritating person you've ever met."
"That's what you think about?" Her hips shift forward slightly, seeking more contact.
"I think about a lot of things," I say, my fingers dipping lower, tracing the edge of her underwear.
I can feel the heat radiating from between her legs. She spreads them slightly, making room, and I slip beneath the lace and find her wet and swollen and so ready it makes my head spin.
"Oh god," she breathes.
I find her clit and circle it slowly with my thumb, and her knees buckle slightly. I catch her with my other arm, holding her up, keeping her pressed against me while I explore. I'm trying to memorize this, what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, how she feels under my fingers.
I slide lower, teasing her entrance with just the tip of one finger, and she makes a desperate sound.
"Please," she says, and I've never heard her say please for anything.
I push inside slowly, just to the first knuckle, and she's so tight and hot and clenching around me that my brain short-circuits for a second.
She feels incredible. Tight and wet and so warm, her inner walls clenching around just that first inch of my finger, and all I can think about is how she's going to feel wrapped around my cock.
How tight she'll be, how she'll clench and squeeze, how she'll look under me with her legs spread and her face flushed and her eyes dark.
"Dammit, Isabelle," I breathe against her neck.
It takes everything in me not to come right there in my jeans like a teenager, or drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs and taste her until she's shaking.
Later. Definitely later. Right now I need to be inside her or I'm going to lose my mind.
"Alex," she says, her voice wrecked, and that snaps me back.
I push deeper, sliding my finger all the way inside her, and she moans loud, her head falling back. I start moving, slow and steady, and she rocks against my hand, riding my finger. I add a second, stretching her, and she gasps.
"Yes," she breathes. "Yes, fuck, just like that."
"I like when you get frustrated and your face crinkles up a bit," I say, my voice rougher now, her hips rocking forward to take me deeper.
"Your nose scrunches and you mutter something in French under your breath, usually insulting me.
It's so adorable I can barely stand it. I spent half of service tonight wanting to fuck you right there against the prep station. "
She gasps, her knees buckling slightly, and I have to wrap my other arm around her waist to keep her upright. Her inner walls are clenching around my fingers rhythmically, and she's so wet I can hear it, the slick sound of my fingers moving inside her.
"See," she says, breathless and shaky, "you're not supposed to catch feelings, remember? This is just—oh god, right there—just sex."
"Oh right," I say, curling my fingers inside her and finding that spot that makes her cry out. "In that case, I barely even like you. Tolerable at best."
She glares at me, or tries to, but it's pretty ineffective when she's panting and grinding down on my hand. "Bastard."
And then she pulls me down into another kiss, fierce and demanding, her tongue sliding against mine, and I reluctantly pull my hand out of her pants so I can grip her hips with both hands. My fingers are slick with her and it makes me wild.
Her fingers brush against my cock through the denim and I groan, my whole body going tense.
"I think you're more worked up than I am," she says, popping the button and sliding the zipper down slowly. Her knuckles drag against my erection.
"You have no idea," I manage, reaching for her pajama pants and shoving them down her hips in one motion. They catch on her thighs and she has to wiggle to get them off, laughing, kicking them away until she's standing there in just her pajama top and black lace underwear.
She steps back slightly, looking at me with those dark eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. "Get on the bed. Now."
I smile, slow and deliberate. "As you wish. But I'm taking you with me."
I grab her waist and pull her forward as I walk backward toward the bed, and she squeals, laughing, stumbling with me until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I sit down hard and pull her on top of me, and she straddles my lap, her hands braced on my shoulders as we fall back together.
She lands on top of me and I kiss her hard, my hands roaming everywhere I can reach, sliding up her back under her shirt, gripping her ass, pulling her closer. She's intoxicating and I can't get enough, can't stop touching her.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and she sits up, breathing hard, and pulls it up and over her head. Then she grabs my shirt and yanks it up, and I help her, sitting up just enough to get it off before falling back down with her on top of me.
She's in just her black lace bra now, delicate and expensive-looking, the cups sheer enough that I can see the dark pink of her nipples through the fabric.
I reach behind her and unhook her bra in one motion. The straps slide down her arms and her breasts spill free, and I stop breathing. They're perfect. Full and soft and round, heavy enough to fill my hands, tipped with nipples that are already hard and flushed dark pink.
I lower my head and kiss one breast softly, just a press of my lips to the swell of it, then the other. I cup one in my hand, feeling the weight, my thumb brushing over her nipple. When I finally close my lips around it and suck, she moans, her back arching, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.
I suck harder, my tongue flicking over the tip, then use my teeth gently, and she gasps, her hand flying to the back of my head.
"Yes," she breathes, her fingers threading through my hair and holding me there. "Yes, fuck, I have really sensitive nipples so that feels incredible. Don't stop."
I try not to explode in my jeans right there.
The way she's writhing against me, her hips rolling forward, it's almost too much.
My cock is throbbing, straining against my zipper painfully.
I switch to her other nipple, sucking harder this time, using my teeth more deliberately, and she moans louder, her nails digging into my scalp.
I moan against her breast, unable to help it.
"Yes," she gasps. "You like that? You like sucking on my tits?"
I release her nipple and look up at her, grinning. "See, you still think you're running the show here, but I'm the one making you fall apart."
She giggles and rolls her hips down against me hard. "Please, I could walk away right now and you'd be the one begging me to—oh!"
I capture her nipple again, sucking hard while my other hand slides down to grip her ass, grinding her down against the bulge in my jeans. She moans, her head falling back, and I know I've won this round.