Chapter 16 #2
He kissed the side of her neck and sucked the smooth skin, marking her.
“I’m sorry, baby. Sorry I couldn’t get back to you like I promised.
” He trailed a hand down over her taut stomach, the muscles quivering under his palm, and dipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her deep blue lace panties, groaning when he felt slick, wet heat. “You need it, don’t you, Alex?”
She shifted her hips, trying to get him to move his fingers.
“Yes.”
“You’ve missed my cock, my mouth, the whole time I was gone, haven’t you?” He slid his finger through her folds and up to circle her clit.
Her head dropped back against his chest, and she whimpered. “Yes.”
God, she was amazing, so responsive to his touch, holding back nothing. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
Jesus. He pressed his cock into the soft curve of her ass to relieve the throbbing pressure, and when he spoke again his voice was so deep with raw lust, he barely recognized it.
“Did you think of me when you came? When your fingers pushed inside that tight, sweet body, was it my fingers you were imagining?”
“Yes.”
He groaned and pulled his hand free of her underwear so he could spin her around.
She made a small sound of protest before he slammed his mouth down on hers, desperate to taste her.
He thrust his tongue inside the wet heat of her mouth, and she returned his kiss wildly.
She tasted of peppermint and that unique taste that was all Alex, a taste that was branded into his senses, a taste he had never forgotten, not since their first kiss all those years ago.
Gripping her waist, he lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his hips instantly.
He couldn’t wait to have her and sat her on the hood of the Pontiac.
Her hair was wild around her face and shoulders, eyes glazed and heavy with lust as he pushed his fingers down the sides of her underwear.
“Lift up.” She leaned back on her hands and lifted her ass so he could slide her panties down her legs, and he flung them on the roof of the car with her tank top.
Her breathing had increased, warm puffs bursting past her kiss-swollen lips. “This is what I’ve been fantasizing about.” He reached down and pressed his palm against the aching ridge of his erection. “This is the image that has kept me hard since I saw you looking at these boots.”
She squeezed her thighs together and whimpered.
“Are you aching, Alex?”
“Yes.”
“Show me what you did to yourself while I was away, and I’ll give you a reward.” He was torturing himself, but fuck it. Just knowing that she’d gotten herself off thinking of him was making him crazy. Her eyes flared, and she bit her lip. “Do it. Touch yourself. Show me.”
She kept those amazing eyes on him as she slid a hand down over her belly and between her spread thighs. He swallowed hard as she spread herself with delicate fingers and started slicking her arousal up and back.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, closer to losing it than he had been in his entire life. “That’s it, sweetheart. Make yourself come. Get yourself off while I watch.”
She made a needy little whimper and pushed a finger inside her tight opening, gasping, undulating her hips.
He knew her eyes were locked on him, he could feel it, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from what she was doing between her thighs.
Her fingers pumped in and out, rapidly, glistening with her wetness.
Then she pulled out, slid them to her clit, and started circling.
Her whimpers got louder, more desperate, then she was coming, crying out, body shaking.
“Fucking stunning.” He’d never been closer to disgracing himself in his entire life. She’d collapsed back, breathing heavily. He took her hand lying limp on her thigh and lifted it to his mouth, sucking her fingers clean, and his cock pulsed harder. “You need more?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to make it all better?”
“Please. Please make it better.”
She was killing him. Alex never begged for anything, never showed vulnerability—she’d always seen it as a weakness, an opportunity for others to take advantage.
But right now she wasn’t holding anything back from him.
It was all there in her expressive dark eyes.
Things she would never say out loud, things that had his heart pounding in his chest.
“Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Show me how hot and wet you are.” She let her parted knees fall open, giving him what he asked for.
He groaned, so desperate to slam inside her he was fucking shaking.
He slid his fingers around her left ankle and hooked the heel of one boot behind the car’s big chrome grill, then the other.
“I want to slide my tongue inside that tight little snatch so bad I can barely think straight, but you need my cock, don’t you, baby? ”
She made a hot, hungry sound in the back of her throat.
“Yes.”
She was completely exposed, open to him, at his mercy.
“Do you have any idea how exquisite you look right now?”
He ran his hands up her inner thighs, opening her farther.
“This is another fantasy of mine, actually. Though this one’s been around a lot longer.” He massaged her inner thighs, not giving her what she wanted, what they both wanted, just yet.
Her breath hitched. “Tell me.”
Jesus. He’d spent more nights than he could remember before and after the first time he’d slept with Alex thinking of this. Nights when he was forced to rub off hard and fast, biting his pillow so no one would hear him groaning out her name.
“I spent a lot of time imagining you just like this, naked, at my mercy.” He moved his hand higher, cupping her.
Shit, so hot. And gently massaged her slick flesh.
She bucked her hips, gasping. “Fucking you hard on the hood of one of these old cars. But in my fantasy, we’re out in the country.
The sun’s beating down, warming all that smooth skin.
You’re calling my name, begging me to take you harder, and I do, I take you so hard you scream and come around my cock.
Do you want that, Alex? You want me to fuck you hard? ”