20
When I look at you… I can’t stop myself from wanting what I can’t have…
Alec’s words have rang through my mind since the moment they left his lips, and he never even gave me the chance to tell him that I feel the same.
When I think about being intimate with a man, fear has my bones locking up and my limbs trembling. The ghost of their hands still linger on my body, their nails biting into my skin, breaching parts of me they had no right to claim.
But when I picture it’s Alec there with me, his hands caressing my body, his mouth tasting every inch of me, his words whispering encouragement in my ear, warmth pools in my belly, and wetness spreads between my thighs.
It’s the thought of him on my mind almost every night as I slip my hand into my sleep shorts. It’s images of him above me, below me, behind me, kissing, touching and licking every part of me that has my hand gripping the sheets as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to save from crying out and waking him, letting him know exactly what I’m doing.
Tonight, the image that fills my mind is the heated way his eyes ate me up when I stepped out of the bathroom earlier. How they scanned me from head to toe, dressed only in a towel.
I imagine him pushing me up against the wall, my towel slipping down to expose my naked body.
He groans when he takes me in, his hardness pressing against my belly as his mouth finds mine.
My finger works my clit as I picture him against me, his body trembling, unable to contain his want for me as he lifts me into his arms, his hands squeezing my ass as he walks me into his bedroom, laying me down on his bed.
He stands back and admires me, the heat in his eyes making me squirm beneath his gaze.
“You want this, princess?” he would ask, his voice low and lustful as the heat of his eyes burn into my body.
I nod as he begins to shed his clothes, leaving him as naked as me when he brings his underwear down.
The image of what his cock might look like has a zap of pleasure shooting to my clit and I rub harder, picturing him climbing over me and sliding inside me with ease.
I clench around nothing, adding more pressure to my clit as I pinch and roll my hardened nipples with my other hand. Pleasure ripples through my body from the image in my head.
A moan escapes my lips, and it’s louder than I thought, I only hope Alec didn’t hear me through the wall.
I picture Alec moving above me, hitting depths inside me that have me wanting to cry out in pleasure. Would he be hard or gentle with me? Rough or tender? Either way, I can feel my orgasm building just imagining him with me.
I’m just about to come, cresting on that wave that is moments away from crashing through my body when I hear a noise from next door that has me stopping.
A sound coming from Alec’s room.
With my clit still throbbing, I slip out of bed and tiptoe my way to the door. I thank the lord that there’s not a single floorboard in this place that creaks underfoot, because I make it to his bedroom without making a sound.
I press my ear to the door, listening in carefully.
But all I hear is silence.
Just when I think I’m imagining things and turn back to my room, I hear the noise again.
A groan.
I listen closer, my heart beating so fast I can barely hear a thing other than the blood rushing in my ears.
“Fuck.” I hear him moan and I slap a hand over my mouth to stop from gasping.
Is he touching himself in there?
It sure fucking sounds like it.
He groans again and I can’t stop from reaching into my shorts, hoping to quell the ache that’s throbbing there.
I fall back against the wall with my fingers buried between my legs, my fingers playing with my clit, gliding through my slick folds.
“Fuck, princess…”
Those two words have me exploding into the hardest orgasm of my life, the visuals in my head, together with the sounds of his moans have my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. I shudder and shake as my release wracks through me, pleasure radiating through my body as the groans on the other side of the door grow louder until he lets out one final, strangled moan.
When my vision clears and I start to come down from my high, I hurry back to my room and throw myself back under the covers.
He made himself come while thinking of me… His hand sliding up and down over his thick, hard length. The image has butterflies fluttering in my belly.
I don’t regret listening to it, not even a tiny bit, I only wish I could have been in there myself so he didn’t have to imagine it.
∞∞∞
The next morning, my belly is already doing flips before I spot him in his usual place in the kitchen, making us breakfast.
Does he know that I know what he was up to last night?
Does he know I was doing the same?No. He’s not telepathic, how the hell could he possibly know?
“Morning. Good night last night?” he asks as soon as I enter the kitchen.
Shit. The bastard knows, I’m sure of it.
“About as good as your night from the sounds that emanated from your room, really helped things along if you know what I mean?”
He frowns for a moment, and when my words sink in, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I was asking about your sleep, princess. You said you had trouble sleeping, I was being polite, but I’m glad to hear I could be of service.”
Heat rises to my cheeks and I’m guessing from where he’s standing he can see the blush staining my face.
“You bastard.” I can’t hide the smile that spreads as I speak, crossing the space to take a seat at the breakfast bar.
He chuckles, rounding the bar and setting my plate in front of me before taking a seat. “Seeing as we’re on the subject, did I at least make you come?”
His words have me pressing my thighs together, but I do my best not to let how he affects me show. “You tried, but you couldn’t deliver the goods. I gave up in the end,” I toss back.
His grin widens as he leans in, his warm minty breath fanning across my cheek, disturbing my hair. “Oh, princess… I assure you I always deliver.”
I turn my face so our noses are touching, the fire in his eyes matching that to the one raging between my thighs. “Then prove it.”
We sit there for what feels like minutes, facing off, waiting to see which of us breaks first.
The air around us is charged with electricity as his eyes dip to my lips briefly. I will him to kiss me, but my heart sinks when he pulls away, turning back to his breakfast, breaking the spell we both found ourselves under.
“Eat your breakfast, princess. It’s going cold.”
The bitter sting of rejection is hard to swallow, but I do my best, and for the rest of the day, we largely stay out of each others way.
Alec busies himself outside in the garage, fixing up some minor repairs on his dad’s old boat while I Face Time the girls back home, but I soon find myself growing bored.
I find Alec in the garage standing on the boat, wearing only a pair of dark blue jeans, his shirt lying discarded on the chair behind him.
He doesn’t hear me come in, so I take the opportunity to admire the beauty that is this man. He’s ripped. His body a work of art like it was carved out of stone.
Every fantasy, every dirty thought I’ve ever had late at night under the cover of darkness have stemmed from him. I don’t think there’s another man on the planet that could make me feel even a fraction of what he does, and he hasn’t so much as touched me, except for my birthday party.
How I wish we could repeat that kiss…
“Oh, hey.” His voice snaps me from my thoughts.
“Let’s go to a bar,” I say, and it comes as no surprise when he shoots down my suggestion.
“That’s not a good idea, Sierra.”
“Why not? It’s like you said, there’s a slim chance they’d ever find us out here.”
He looks over the side of the boat and I have to crane my neck up to meet his eye. “It’s Friday night during the summer break, the bars and restaurants will be packed. Are you sure you’re ready for that? You could barely handle the shopping mall the other week.”
I sigh. “I’m bored, Alec. And besides, I have to start socialising sometime otherwise I’ll become a hermit who never leaves the house.” I’m not going to lie, I’m slowly growing accustomed to being inside, not having to face anyone.
It’s comfortable. Safe.
He considers it for a moment before climbing down to join me. I have to force my eyes to remain on his face and not on the sweat that beads on his broad, muscular chest.
He runs a hand through his hair. “Alright, but you have to listen to every word I say. You stay by my side at all times. If I can’t see you or you can’t see me, we’re going to have a problem. And you absolutely do not take any unnecessary chances. A couple of hours and we come home. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’m sure I catch a low growl rumble up his throat at my response as I turn and skip into the house.