24. Alex
Alex’s appetite blinds her. She can barely process making it up to Antonio’s bedroom. She can’t remember what street she’s on, the building she walked into, or the number of his loft. All she sees is the giant bed beside her, outfitted in starch, navy sheets, and of course, the way the beautiful man towers over her, nibbling at her patience.
Antonio sweeps his fingers over her neck and drags her dress zipper down. It slinks to the floor, and her feet graze the satin lining as she steps out.
She fans her neck. “Sorry—is it just me, or is it hot in here?”
“Seriously?”
“No, I mean it. I’m about to start sweating before we’ve even done anything.”
Antonio smirks and walks away.
There’s a roar and a buzz before cool air blows loose strands of Alex’s curls into her face. She moves them back just as Antonio returns to the bedroom.
“Better?”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“So…cold outside—bad. But, cold inside…?”
“It’s summer, boo.”
Antonio grins and whispers, “True.”
Alex crosses her arms over the high-waist, lacy, red lingerie cradling her curves. It still taunts her bank account, not to mention her brain after the struggle to find functional, fashionable, plus-size shapewear. The last time she wore something like this was for her and Nik’s first (and only) Valentine’s Day together. Even on a day meant for romance, he looked at her like she was meat on a grill.
Then there’s Antonio, tracing her lips with his thumb, making her feel like she’s his sculpture in an art gallery. He takes each of her hands and stitches their fingers together, before dipping his head for a slow kiss.
“Were you…serious about what you said earlier? You know, with the…?”
“The tying?”
Alex feels an electric jolt in her chest. “Yeah.”
“Only if it’s something you’re comfortable with.”
“How often do you do it?”
Antonio shrugs. “Never have.”
He doesn’t seem like the type to go for spandex and leather, but Alex can surely see Antonio enjoying the control aspect of her being slightly less mobile. Either way, that kind of thing requires a lot of trust.
“Maybe…we can just start with one hand.”
Antonio nods and kisses Alex’s forehead. “Sit,” he instructs her, taking off his jacket and stepping to his dresser to grab several rolls of ties.
Alex wordlessly lays back on his sheets. These are soft as hell. I wonder what the thread count is. She laughs as Antonio drops the rolls at her feet and then slides her closer to the pillows.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, taking her left arm and using a paisley navy tie to secure her to the head board.
“Nothing, boss.” Her free hand grabs at Antonio, but he seizes it, kissing her fingertips before laying it at her side.
“Patience, gorgeous.”
“There’s none left for the day.”
He laughs and tosses off his bow tie and shirt. Alex could have done with a bit more sensuality there, but he then leans over her for a kiss.
It’s greedy, and makes Antonio harden against her thigh. Her nails clink against his belt buckle as she massages him above his pants, but he denies her further access.
“Leo,” she whines.
It spurs a smile on his face. “Should we have a safe word?” Antonio asks, stamping Alex with kisses from her eyebrows to her stomach.
“…Hyena.” She closes her eyes, but there’s a prolonged silence; Alex finds Antonio has a look of puzzlement similar to earlier. “You’re looking at me funny, but it got your attention.”
“You’re right about that. Hyena it is.” Antonio places one knee at her side and proceeds to claim her lips for himself while caressing her breasts, her hips, and her calf. “One last thing,” he whispers. “This.” He kisses her nose. “Entire.” Then her mouth again. “Place.” Her stomach. “Is…” Then he hovers his face right between her legs. “Soundproof.”
OhmyGod.
Alex squeezes her eyes shut again while trying to use the metal headboard to cool her arms. But it can’t do much for the rest of her body.
Antonio’s mouth makes its way up, and Alex recalls their first kiss; then, they were on equal footing. Now, he does have the upper hand, inking her skin and transfusing her entire body with ecstasy. He tenderly divides her legs, continuing to imprint each one until he’s back where he belongs. “Red dress…red lingerie… You’re killing me.”
Antonio’s hand sweeps the center seam of her underwear. A storm swirls around his eyes as he studies Alex, rhythmically alternating his speed and patterns. Her hips gyrate in response, trying to get as close as they can to his hand. He pulls her panties to one side, but she shakes her head.
“Take them off.”
Antonio doesn’t move. “You gonna ask me nicer than that?”
“Take them the fuck off.” Then she adds, “Please.”
“Please, who?”
His voice and gaze darken, wickedly, possessively, beautifully. Alex doesn’t even give a second thought to comply now.
“Please, boss,” she whimpers.
He smoothly drags the lace off her body, the cool air making her quiver.
Then her toes curl as Antonio’s fingers turn her center into an oasis. His other hand pulls her bra down, and he laps at her chest, leaving swollen crests in his wake.
Alex reaches for his face and whispers, “I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” he responds breathlessly.
Antonio’s fingers glide from her body, and he sucks them off, one by one, still wearing that same devilishly magnificent smile.
He climbs off the bed and stands before Alex, who tries not to seem so desperate to get the man’s pants off. When she finally does, the bulge in his boxer-briefs makes her sigh. Loudly. She manages one kiss at the peak before Antonio gives her a look to lie back down.
Alex runs her toes along the sheets until she feels the bed shift under his weight. There’s the sound of swishing plastic, and the sensation of Antonio knocking between her legs. She raises her head and takes in his entire width, and a blazing heat pools at her center.
“Like what you see?” Antonio begins to stroke himself, his eyes laser-focused on Alex’s. He puts the tip of his dick inside, as if giving her a chance to recognize him. He pulls out, and does it all over again. And again…and again.
Alex presses her heels into his back, and with that, Antonio takes the hint and delves deeper, causing her to vainly grab at sheets, pillows, him.
“That’s right. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours, gorgeous. Sing for me,” Antonio says after she releases a series of moans.
He pushes as she pulls, grips as she writhes, and the rhythm feels incredibly intuitive; the urge to come together after pulling apart feels the most pure it ever has, like this was the body made to fit with hers.
“Sh-Shit! Yes. Leo. Don’t stop.” Alex pulls him against her, and the headboard hammers the wall.
No one can hear the show they’re putting on, and that seems like such a shame.
Damn. Talking nonsense like that has gotta be a side effect.
Antonio plants his mouth by her cheek, his lips feverish after devouring hers for so long. “God, I love the way you sound.” He brings them nose to nose, never losing pace. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Every word sends a vibration to Alex’s core. She tightens around him and he groans.
“Aw, f-fuck. Shit. I’m com—”
Alex’s thoughts go offline as Antonio suspends one of her legs and commits to quick, even strokes.
On his last one, he stays between her legs for a while, breathing raggedly before collapsing beside her. He bends his elbows and rests his arms above his head, and as Alex drapes hers across his chest, she notes dark, cursive letters on his rib cage.
“How come you had to be naked for me to find out you had a tattoo?”
“Some things you gotta work for, Ms. Agneau.”
Alex laughs and lightly passes her fingers across the word, feeling the skin fluctuate from rough to smooth. “Forza. Is that like fuerza? Strength?”
Antonio nods. “I…got it as a reminder.”
Alex is willing to wait until he’s ready to find out a reminder of what, exactly. She pulls the top sheet over her chest, but a few minutes later says, “Untie me.”
“You’re not finished with me, are you?” Antonio murmurs, pulling her closer.
“No, I just need to pee. But you don’t have to move; I can do it myself. I was just being lazy.”
Antonio grumbles and angles his body to capture her lips. He drifts one hand along her side until he grabs her ass, as if she needed persuasion to come back for another round.
His other hand does eventually untie her, and Alex bends over the bed, picking up his shirt and slipping it on.
She can’t help but inspect the tidiness of the entire space—nothing like her organized chaos. There aren’t any photos, or plants, which is a little…interesting, but honestly, it has the same vibe as Antonio’s office.
She finds her bag lying by the dresser, and heads to the bathroom to freshen up again. She then crawls back on the bed and wriggles underneath Antonio’s outstretched arm, where they fall asleep intertwined.
Alex again stirs later, awaking to Antonio’s back. She fumbles in the dark, looking for her bag again, tripping over the mound that is her dress. She braces Antonio’s dresser to avoid falling over, and it whacks the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“I just wanted some water,” she rasps.
“There should be a bottle right there. Get your ass back in this bed.”
“Yes, boss.” Alex squints until she can make out the bottle on his dresser, then snags it and drinks a little more than half the contents. She shakes Antonio’s shirt off while tiptoeing to the bed and then lays her bare chest against his.
Even with scarcely any light, Alex can spot an elevation of sheets in the middle of Antonio’s body. She caresses his cheek and then moves to massage his head, his usually soft tresses still slightly damp and a few pieces sticking to his temples. Antonio kisses her, and the sheets rise a little higher.
It always looks like a little ghost. Oh, my God. Why am I like this?
Alex sighs and buries her head in his neck, taking tiny bites of his skin while dragging a hand from his chest to his groin. She takes him in her hand, stroking until he stiffens even more.
Antonio inhales noisily when Alex removes the sheet and slides her tongue down the center of his body, which now smells like fresh pine soap. He mumbles something before nudging her further and pulling her hair back.
Alex takes his first couple of inches in her mouth and moans, then makes use of her hands to enjoy Antonio fully. His flesh is scorching, throbbing, and his sounds of pleasure—pleading and guttural—add to her drive.
She grips the base of his dick and swirls her tongue around the tip one last time before sitting up and grabbing another condom from a box on the nightstand.
Alex straddles Antonio but doesn’t let him inside just yet.
Instead, she grinds against him, knowingly (almost criminally) slow, and takes his hands to cup her breasts.
“Oh, is this the kind of game we’re playing?” Antonio asks, starting to move his hips. The friction almost feels as good as him being inside, so much that Alex actually forgets she was teasing him.
But no, it’s not quite the same, once she grants him access. She drops slowly until she takes all of him.
“Goddamn,” she hears.
Antonio’s eyes close, and he grips under Alex’s thighs so he can thrust as she bounces. She leans forward until he hits the perfect spot, and the sensation nearly takes her breath away.
“Don’t move. Don’t move,” Alex begs, closing her eyes as well. “Leo, please. That’s–right there.”
She presses her palms into his chest and the pressure mounts, making her tremble.
“Fuck… Your pussy feels so good, baby.”
A yelp escapes Alex. A short, strong—and somewhat incomprehensible—burst of pleasure engulfs her. She hates to have this thought right this second, but Nik never talked to her like this. Alex never knew words could push her towards the edge.
There’s no chance to think about it too long; Antonio moves her to her knees and she presses her cheek into a pillow as he burrows into her.
“So fucking good, baby.”
He pulls her hair back gently, and gives her ass a few slaps. The sting is… unexpectedly satisfying. She exhales and reaches her arms to the headboard, and he follows suit, locking his fingers over hers. It feels dominating, yet protective, which is exactly what Antonio Moretti is.
They shift so she can sit on his lap, their thighs wildly colliding while the rest of her body feels secure in his arms.
Secure, and also fervid, as Antonio seems to coax her towards the finish line again.
“Look at me,” he says, peering up at Alex. He reaches between her legs and massages her clit. “Say my name.”
“Antonio,” she moans, as the tension rises again.
“Not that one.”
“L-Leo?”
“Louder.”
“Leo.”
“Louder.”
“Leo! Pl—”
His kiss swallows her last cry as an orgasm overtakes her body. It’s soul-stealing. Alex presses her nails into Antonio’s shoulder blades, and his gaze never leaves hers.
…So worth the wait.