Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
ISABELLE
His lips branded my skin, the kiss burning me. The first swipe of his tongue against mine was electric. It was almost like we hadn’t kissed before, something about the way Alex resisted me drove up the intensity and it felt brand new.
My arms wound around his neck, clawing at him dragging his body harder against me, the kiss all teeth and tongues with both of us battling for control.
The sound of movement behind me had Alex tearing his lips from mine almost as ferociously as he had taken them.
I blinked at him before twisting to see Ben held in Seb’s embrace, the two watching with a hunger that turned on something deep inside me.
“Don’t let us stop you.” Seb’s voice had gentled, his words coaxing now, not goading. Were they going to watch us? My pulse thudded harder at the image of the boys watching us. I wondered at Ben’s thoughts on it.
Alex grumbled in reply. His body was still plastered to me and I could feel the indecision in him, knowing at any moment he might release me and leave me untethered.
“We know Alex isn’t ready for an audience, Killer, so we’ll leave you to do you.” Seb laughed. “Or each other.”
“Sebastian,” Alex snarled.
“Okay, brother, we’re going.” Seb winked at me. “But next time you don’t get her to yourself.”
Alex huffed. Was that agreement? I snapped to look at him, puzzling at his expression. I couldn’t read this man, why even bother?
At their exit, Alex’s features softened, his eyes turning pleading. “You want this?”
I nodded, dumbstruck.
“Really?” he asked, unconvinced.
I rolled my eyes. “You have to ask?”
His nostrils flared. He exhaled slowly, pupils blowing wide. “Clothes off,” he growled.
“Excuse me?” I bit my smirk back and his eyes darkened further.
“I seem to recall you objecting to having your bodices torn?”
I didn’t hide my surprise. He was eavesdropping.
“Then take them off.” He tugged me closer to him and lifted the t-shirt I wore over my head, pausing briefly to observe that it was Ben’s, he let me go and placed it carefully over the back of his armchair. “You aren’t very good at following orders, Firecracker.”
My pulse jumped at his pet name for me. “I know, that’s exactly how I came to be in this mess,” I sassed back.
He snatched me into his arms, holding me to him with one he released my breasts from my bra and dropped it onto the floor with the other.
His hand then hooked into my joggers, and I jumped when it drove inside, not drawing them down and over my hips, but cupping the warmth between my legs.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
I looked down at where his hand disappeared inside my clothes, the corded muscle of his forearm flexing gently as he caressed me, sliding a finger into my aching centre and grinding his palm into my throbbing clit.
“Oh,” I whimpered.
“Hmm.” His eyes were fixed on his hand. He changed his angle so the waistband of my trousers pulled away from my body and he could see more clearly where he massaged my clit.
He withdrew his finger slowly, drawing the moisture up and circling the bundle of nerves.
He watched his hands on me as I now watched his face, enraptured.
His finger pushed back inside, joined by another and I moaned loudly.
He released his hold on me and I stood on unsteady legs, his fingers moving steadily in and out, his palm grinding. I couldn’t move but I also wasn’t going to be able to stand much longer.
Alex pushed my joggers off, watching me intensely. My face, then where his fingers penetrated me, the quiet whimpers coming from my parted lips, the way I clawed at his body.
He undid his jeans with lightning speed, tugging his underwear down just enough to free himself. He pumped his length once and withdrew his fingers from my centre.
I whimpered at the loss but he just chuckled, hooking my knee and lifting it, he stilled only to lock our eyes before driving into me in a single thrust.
My cry was guttural, the stretch of him eased only slightly by my arousal, he slid out, driving straight back in to the hilt.
“Alex,” I rasped, the delicious pressure of him filling me completely had me on the brink of an orgasm.
He rolled his hips catching my clit and dragged my knee higher, opening me up and drawing me onto my tiptoes, until I had no choice but to hang from him.
He shuddered, his eyes never straying from my face. Rolling his hips once more his lips parted with quickening breaths when I whimpered again.
“Alex,” I moaned. “I’m close. It’s–” I stalled when he tilted my hips, the friction pushing me closer. “It’s too soon…” I wanted more.
He smirked, then groaned. The beginnings of my orgasm tore through me, my walls fluttering then clamping down on him.
I shuddered, Alex holding me, caressing me, softly fucking me through it, taking all of my weight when my bones turned to jelly.
“Alex,” I whimpered.
He thrust slowly dragging out the tremors of my climax. “You okay?” he murmured.
I nodded, collapsing into his chest.
“Good.”
He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him, groaning at the feel of him still inside, still driving into me slowly. Alex backed up, falling into the chair.
He drew his nails slowly over my back sighing. “Lift up for me.”
I rose slowly, the drag of his thick erection over my still sensitive core almost too much for me.
He pushed down his jeans, kicking them clear. Lifting a foil packet to his lips he tore it open with his teeth and dropped the wrapper. Gripping my ass, he dragged my body closer to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Izzy,” he groaned against my skin.
I dug my hands into his short hair and pressed him against me, earning me a huff before he bit down on the delicate flesh. The sharp pain had me gasping, then writhing as he soothed the sting with his tongue.
Then I was pushed back down onto his waiting cock.
He slid in, and took me in a fierce kiss, beginning to thrust up, fucking into me.
Whimpering and writhing I met him thrust for thrust, clawing his t-shirt over his head until I had access to his rippling torso. Alex worshipped my mouth while I worshipped his body, fingers exploring.
The pinch of his fingers rolling over my clit made me buck into him and I responded by dragging my nails down his skin, making sure to catch the small points of his nipples.
He snarled into the kiss, increasing his pace. I shuddered with the impact.
“I’m going to come now, Firecracker, but I don’t want you to.” His fingers caressed my clit, my eyes fluttering closed at the waves of pleasure.
I could feel it, so close.
“Not yet, Izzy,” Alex growled, slamming me onto his lap and stilling, throbbing inside me with a moan.
His hold relaxed and I found my hips rolling, softly at first, then more urgently, chasing the pleasure.
Alex chuckled, panting heavily against my mouth.
He twitched inside me, fullness returning to his cock and I found the angle I wanted, taking him as deeply as I could, riding him.
“So needy,” he growled before running his tongue over my lip, dipping inside briefly.
I nodded.
“That’s okay, Firecracker, I got you,” he soothed.
I looked to him, breaking our kiss, letting him see the desire and need in my eyes, and I caught something akin to a gleaming possession reflected in his. One that didn’t frighten me.
“Stand up, Izzy.”
I whimpered.
“Hush.” He bit his own lip, the calmness of his release abating and turning into a visible, coiled hunger.
I got to my feet unsteadily and Alex followed. The rolling planes of muscle shifting as he did so. He stalked forwards, backing me up, one hand trailing down my side steady enough to support me, while the other caressed me.
Lips, chest, nipples.
He nodded to the staircase and I stepped backwards onto them.
“If you aren’t in my bedroom in the next few seconds, I’ll fuck you on the stairs,” he growled.
I waited for him to smile, laugh, even a smirk to tell me he was joking.
His eyes narrowed and I turned, racing up the stairs. The pounding of his feet pursued me as I tore towards his bedroom, flying through the door and into his space.
I saw dark curtains and soft bedding lit by a large lamp before his hands were on me, earning him a squeal of surprise.
I struggled in his hold only to be thrown down onto the mattress, landing gently. I scrabbled backwards, looking to the open door then to Alex.
“It’s open so they can hear, not so you can run away.” Alex placed a knee onto the bed, smiling menacingly he gripped my ankle and dragged me over the bedding towards him. “Ready?” he growled.
I twisted my leg to no avail. Who was I kidding, I was desperate for him.
I smirked and kicked his hand loose, my smile a challenge to him. His widened in reply, eyes shining with excitement, I saw his erection kick upwards.
My games were turning him on.
He palmed his visible arousal, cocking a brow at me.
Launching himself towards me while I remained still, he snatched me up, his body coming to cover mine.
I ached everywhere for him and he pawed at me, kissing and biting along and down my body with enough force to mark.
“Ah!” I arched at the tug of his teeth on my breast, seeing the red imprints of his teeth on my pale skin.
“Something to remember me by.” He kissed down my stomach to my thighs, running his tongue along the tingling flesh then parting my knees widely he ran his tongue over the apex. “Mmm.” The vibrations had me throwing my head back.
He flipped us both, pulling me up and onto my knees, dragging my hips backwards and resuming his exploration with his tongue. Swirling it around the throbbing nerves of my clit he lapped at my entrance and dragged his tongue up and over my ass, taking a moment to tease where I’d never been touched.
The need to argue surged and I twitched scrabbling to pull away.
A low sound of his disapproval met my struggles and he increased his efforts, tongue pushing inside, making me freeze. Only when my struggles calmed did he slow, gently circling and teasing me until the discomfort morphed into pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I panted. “Holy fuck.”
He grumbled his agreement, not halting his efforts until I was a writhing, begging mess.
I needed him inside me, touching me, everywhere at once.
I reached for him and he slowed, his mouth leaving me quaking. I could feel his eyes on my body, bent over and bared to him, the arousal I could feel wetting my thighs. Too overcome with lust to be embarrassed I widened my legs, inviting him.
“Please, Alex,” I begged.
He hadn’t moved. Why wasn’t he moving?
“Alex?” I rolled my hips. “Please?”
He groaned.
“Please.” My voice was clear now. “Alex. Please.”
His hand came down on my ass with a crack and I didn’t cry out in pain, it was pleasure. Loud and unashamed.
“I want to hear how much you need this, Firecracker. I want your cries as a memory of you.” I felt his hands caress over my ass to take hold of my hips, one reaching round to toy with my needy clit.
“Yes, please, I want it,” I begged him loudly.
“Scream for me now, Izzy.”
He dragged me onto his cock, spearing me deeper than he had before, fingers massaging my clit and the pressure mixed with the surge of arousal exploding and coursing through my veins felt like lightning.
I had no choice, no control, only the immediate burn of a crashing orgasm.
I screamed for him.