Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Mona
This is a mistake.
The thought echoes around in my head, but it doesn’t do anything to prevent what is about to happen between me and Alex.
I reach up and wrap my fingers around his wrist. The hand he has wrapped around my throat cups me in the most perfect way.
He’s always had this more dominant side, which I’ve enjoyed and taken advantage of.
But tonight is different. It will be me calling all the shots.
By the desperate look I recognize in his eyes, I know he won’t fight me on it.
When I squeeze my fingers harder around his wrist and try to pull it away, he gets the message and lets go.
I then turn around to face the bed. With slow movements, I lift one leg and then the other, positioning myself with my backside to him at the tight angle where all he has to do is take one more step and he can enter me.
Anticipation is killing me, especially when he doesn’t move as quickly as I was expecting him to.
As I rest on my hands and knees, ready for him to take me, I glance over my shoulder.
Alex is frozen next to the bed, his eyes dilated.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was high, but that is one thing he would never completely lose, control of mind.
The corner of my lips raises in a smirk. “What are you waiting for?”
I sound like I am teasing him, but the small shake in my voice betrays my nerves.
I should’ve never let him in because I knew from the second I opened the door that it wouldn’t lead to anything good.
I don’t want to play this game with him again despite how much I always want him.
I love him. But I will not let him ruin me like this anymore.
“Are you scared?” I tease, projecting my own fears with the question.
Alex’s eyes drop to the spot in between my legs that is now soaked. I am so turned on, my internal muscles spasm in anticipation. When he finally moves to get closer, I let out a silent sigh of relief.
The hunger etched onto his features cause a small whimper to escape my lips. That’s when his eyes snap back to my face, and I am not even sure it registers in his head that we’re not together anymore.
My thighs are soaked as wetness gushes out of me. In all the years we’ve been together, I don’t remember ever feeling this way. I am at the point where if he doesn’t do something about it right now, I will either take the matters into my own hands, or I will explode.
My mouth and back of my throat are dry, and I am close to chocking when I swallow. The buzzing in my head makes me think that I may be as out of it as Alex looks.
“Oh my God!”
I jump while my arms almost give out when his hand makes contact with my right buttock.
Then left, then right again. He goes back and forth until I burn from inside out and my backside is completely numb.
The juices continue flowing from out of me like never before, and I scream when he suddenly stops.
I am close to begging him not to stop when I finally feel the tip of his cock entering me from behind. With absolutely no friction to stop him, it slides right it, only stopping when he reaches my cervix. There’s a sharp pain at the contact, but it goes away as fast as it came.
When I throw my head back, Alex’s hand wraps around my hair while his other one clenches its fingers around my hip, hard enough to bruise.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. Or at least that’s what I want to believe he says while he starts pounding into me with so much force, that my knees slide forward onto the soft bedding underneath.
His hips slam into me as he slides in and out while the hand on my hip digs into me hard to hold me in place. The grunts coming out of him further ignite the fire inside of me, and I want him to feel as lost as I do.
Pushing my knees harder into the mattress, I clench my fingers into the bedding and start pressing back. I meet his thrusting as my buttocks slam into his groin with each push and pull.
Just when I think my body will give out on me as my arms start shaking as they do their best to support me, Alex stops. The momentum makes me faceplant into the mattress with a grunt, and sweat runs both sides of my face.
He lets go of my hip, his hand landing on my shoulder. With an aggressive move that’s mixed with a touch of tenderness, he pulls me up on my knees and then back until I make contact with his chest while he positions himself better against me.
“You’re the only one for me,” he whispers into my ear right before his teeth sink into my lobe.
Pain and pleasure hit me all at once, a reminder of how my relationship with this man has always been. I want so much to hate him, to not show him all that he means to me. But he knows without me having to say a word. That’s why he’s here after all.
“The only one,” he groans as he repeats the words.
He finally lets go of my hair, only to slide his hand down to my neck again.
I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, rolling it just enough for our eyes to meet.
I regret it instantly. There’s just too much emotion showing on his face.
It causes for my pulse to spike and for my hips to push harder against him.
My inner muscles clench around his cock, and I can feel all of him, like the thin layer of latex covering him doesn’t even exist.
With his free hand, Alex runs a soft finger down my cheek while breathing heavy against my lips. He lowers his head just enough for his mouth to take over mine. It’s an intimate move that my heart can’t handle in this moment.
I open my mouth, ready to bite the tip of his tongue when he penetrates my lips, but he is too fast, and my teeth clink together when I miss. I try to growl in frustration, but it comes out more like a mewling sound, all while our hips continue slamming against each other.
“Shhh…” Alex presses his thumb to my lips. “I want you… Only you…”
Tears gather in the corners of my eyes when he pulls out of me. I tell myself that it’s okay. I am used to all the sweet lies he’s whispered to me over the ears, just like I am used to all the heartbreak that usually follows.
“I need to see your face,” he grumbles.
I remain frozen on my knees on the bed as I feel the heat emanating from Alex’s body behind me. I refuse to turn around, but he gives me no choice when he picks me up and drops me onto my back on the mattress.
My reflexes are off because I react way too late, and instead of pushing him away with my feet, I find myself opening my legs. Alex doesn’t miss a beat as he lands on me, re-entering me with a hard push, just like earlier.
He grabs both my wrists and yanks them above my head, leaving me with no choice but to comply. Once he’s certain that he’s got a good hold on them both with one hand, I watch as he stretches over toward the nightstand. My eyes widen in surprise, and my heart is about to jump out of my chest.
“Alex…”
His name is a barely audible sound in the quiet room. It leaves my lips more like a prayer, and I sigh when I see what he is about to do next.
With slow and methodical movements, he picks up the container and drops it on the bed next to us. He pries the top open, revealing the piece of chocolate cake he brought me. The main reason why he is here now.
He is deliberate in the way he dips a finger into the frosting, much in the same way that I did earlier. My legs tighten around his hips in anticipation, willing him to move inside of me again, but he doesn’t listen.
“Are you just going to stare at me then?” I ask in challenge. He doesn’t bite though. Instead, his eyebrow lifts in a sardonic move while his lips stretch into a smile.
Just as I prepare to buckle against him, he drops his hand to my breast and starts spreading the frosting in circles, closing in on my nipple. It puckers almost painfully so the closer he gets to it. And like the asshole that he is, Alex takes his time with it.
I am certain that I will come the second he finally touches me there.
He must have reached the same conclusion because he stops.
He goes back to the cake, gathering more frosting, then focusing on my other breast. He gives it the same treatment, maybe even slower, and my skin breaks into goosebumps all over.
Just when I think he’s done, he draws a line of chocolate from in between my breasts and up my chest.
I try to arch myself off the bed, but it’s a bit difficult since he is still buried inside of me while holding my wrists pinned to the bed. My efforts are in vain, but, in all honesty, I’m not fighting all that hard to escape him. I just want his attention.
“Oh God,” I moan when he drops his head to my chest and gives it a long lick, cleaning up the frosting he drew on me with. He is very thorough in his ministrations, taking his time with it just as he finally starts moving his hips again.
On instinct, I clench around him. Each time he tries to pull away, he comes back, looking for more. He slams into me with enough force to break me, but he knows how much I can take, which is everything he has to give me.
“I love…” My body freezes at hearing the words. “… being like this with you,” he finishes, and I relax. I can’t even say that I’m disappointed because I know he’d never tell me that he loved me.
“You’re amazing,” he groans, his lips pressed to my chest.
“Make me come, Alex,” I beg, even though I told him that I wouldn’t.
The air around us changes the moment those words pass my lips. Alex lets go of my wrists, and for a moment, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with my arms. It’s as if I am waiting for his permission to bring them down. My vision goes blurry in anticipation. I want him to tell me what to do.
He drops his head back to my chest and wraps his lips around my left nipple, sucking it gently. A sigh gets ripped from right inside my soul, and I allow myself to just feel.
Closing my eyes, I drop my arms down and dig my hands into Alex’s hair. He continues sucking on my nipple before his focus shifts to licking all the frosting off my breast. When he’s done, he moves to my right one, repeating the process all over again.
He continues pumping his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of me with ease, each time deeper than before.
Pleasure builds inside of me at a slow and familiar pace.
I know he can make me come, he always has, but this time it’s different.
The faster he gets me there, the sooner he’ll leave me all over again.
I can’t figure out if that’s a good thing or not.
“Yes, baby,” he whispers against my skin. He’s licked me clean, and now he nipping right underneath my jawline.
I shiver at the sensation, pushing my head against the mattress, hoping that he’ll give me more.
“Just like that,” he murmurs.
He lifts himself up above me, elbows rested on each side of my head. He never stops moving inside of me as he breathes heavy into my mouth. I open wider in invitation, the tip of my tongue brushing gently across his bottom lip.
That seems to snap him out of some sort of a stupor. He takes my mouth in a hungry kiss, shoving his tongue in with force, giving me everything I asked for. His hips are moving faster now, and I can tell that he is close to letting it all go.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, and I kiss him back with everything I have. It’s a duel that I intend to win. As I hang onto him, I raise my hips off the bed, desperately looking for contact against my clit, but he’s moving too fast now.
Since he can always read my mind, especially when we’re having sex, he continues kissing me while he slides his right hand down my body until his nimble fingers finally touch me where I need it.
He is not gentle at all when he presses his thumb against my clit, then rubs it up and down, faster and faster, building me up as he goes.
I rip my mouth away from his, needing to inhale. I press my head back and close my eyes, finally allowing myself to ride the wave I’ve been searching for.
Pleasure envelopes my body, covering every inch of my skin and inside my heart. Like in a dream, I feel Alex moving faster and faster while his cock gives me everything he has in him.
With rushed moves, he gets up on his knees while his hands land on my hips, with his thumbs digging into my hipbones. I continue riding my orgasm, but it is empty somehow because he is not there with me.
Alex’s eyes bore into mine. He seems as lost as I feel.
“Come with me,” I whimper.
That’s what he usually tells me, and it works like a charm. I count on it this time as well even though the roles are completely reversed.
“Yes!” He closes his eyes and his hips go faster. My hands clench into the bedding, oblivious to everything but the way he makes me feel.
I float through the air with Alex as my anchor. I count on him to bring me back to the ground, to take care of me forever.
The crash when it happens is brutal. My eyes snap open, and I see him on his knees, in between my legs, with his softening cock slowly sliding out of me. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes when I realize that this meant nothing to him. He came over because he knew I’d be a sure thing.
I will never be the one for him.
He will never allow it.