Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Pain shot down his leg and Anson grunted as he headed into the kitchen to grab some painkillers.
He’d done too much today. He swallowed some pills. He should have taken the pills earlier, but he’d always been a stubborn bastard.
He sat in an armchair by the fire with his legs straight out in front of him. Maybe the heat would help.
Anson wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there when she appeared. She stood in front of him, dressed in a pair of pink-and-white-striped pajamas.
Adorable.
She rubbed her eyes like a little kid might do and then peered down at him. “Anson?”
“Hi, baby. Are you all right? Did something wake you up?”
“I don’t know. What are you doing? What time is it?” She yawned and rubbed her hand over her face. Then she blinked down at him.
“About three. I couldn’t sleep. My leg is hurting.”
Shit. He never admitted when he was in pain. But there was something about her that made him feel . . . at ease. And at the same time, incredibly turned on.
As she reached up to pull her hair off her neck, her pajama top rode up, offering him a glimpse of her pale stomach.
Fuck.
He could feel his cock hardening and he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants.
“Oh no. Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked. “Would a heating pad help?”
“Maybe. That’s why I’m sitting in front of the fire.”
“I’ll get it for you. Where is it?”
“Think it’s in my bedroom closet.”
She darted away before he could say anything more. Shit. He probably shouldn’t have sent her into his room. After a few minutes, he decided he better follow her.
When he walked into the bedroom, he found her on her knees, searching through the closet. Her ass was wiggling and he swallowed heavily.
Fuck.
His cock pressed against his sweatpants and, of course, she decided to turn and look at him right then.
“I can’t find it . . . oh,” she said, her mouth dropping open.
“Sorry,” he said huskily. “Ignore my cock. Your ass is just . . . perfection.”
“It is? George always said it was too fat.”
“George is your ex?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Dumb fucker. Don’t know what he was looking at, but he was wrong. Come here, Alice.” He crooked a finger at her and she got up and walked over to him.
He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her face back. “You are beautiful, amazing, and sexy. Do not ever let anyone tell you differently.”
She stared up at him in wonder.
“I want to kiss you,” he told her. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to let me just because you’re staying here.”
“I don’t,” she blurted out. “I don’t feel like that at all. Please.”
“Such a good girl. So beautiful.” He pressed his lips to hers. He’d meant to keep it chaste and sweet, but his need took over. He swept his tongue into her mouth, taking over completely.
Alice’s head spun as he pulled back and stared down at her, both of them breathing heavily. A whimper escaped her mouth.
“Please don’t stop.”
“If I keep going, I’m going to fuck you,” he told her.
“That’s good. Because if you didn’t, I would have fucked you.”
A laugh escaped him and she smiled, joy filling her. He barely smiled. And she wasn’t sure she’d heard him laugh.
“Take off your clothes, baby. I want to see you.”
Her heart raced. She didn’t have the best body. She was pale and kind of thin. Except for her ass. Would he like what he saw?
“Show me,” he urged, cupping her chin.
Then he stepped back and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay to do this with your leg?” she asked him.
“Alice. Clothes off. Now.”
She was moving without thought, stripping until she was completely naked.
Wow. How did he do that? She could feel her cheeks heating.
“Fuck me, you’re so beautiful,” he told her with a groan. “Come here.” He crooked a finger at her and she moved until she stood between his parted legs.
He cupped one breast, holding it up as he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.
A moan escaped her and he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
She ran her fingers through his short hair. His beard scraped against her nipple as he kissed up her chest. It was the most delicious sort of torture. He placed his mouth on the base of her neck, then placing his hand behind her head, he drew her down so her lips met his.
Heaven.
That was all she could think. She was already hot with need, her clit throbbing. It was a terrible thing to think, but she wasn’t sure that she’d ever been this turned on with George.
“Part your legs,” he ordered. “I want to feel how wet you are.”
She moaned as he slid his hand between her legs to cup her mound. Then he ran a finger through her folds, before pushing it deep inside her.
“Hands on my shoulders and don’t move while I finger-fuck you.”
Another groan. Had he really just said that? George never spoke during sex.
Time to stop thinking about George.
“Please, please,” she begged as she rested her hands on his shoulders.
“Stay still,” he ordered. He slid another finger into her.
Oh God. That felt amazing. If his fingers felt this good, she might die once his dick was inside her.
“That’s it. Such a good girl. You are so warm and wet. So soft. So precious. Fuck, I need to taste you.” She watched breathlessly as he drew his fingers from her pussy and put them into his mouth, sucking on them.
“Oh. Wow,” she said. “Did you . . . do you like the taste?”
George thought it was unhygienic to go down on her. And she was not going to think about him again.
“Fucking love it. Get on the bed, back resting against the headboard. Then I want you to spread your legs and bend your knees, feet flat on the bed.”
She moved away from him, into position. He stood and turned, staring down at her.
“Dear god, Alice. So fucking beautiful.”
She flushed with pleasure.
Was she beautiful? She didn’t think she was, but the look on his face said he thought so.
He sat back down on the bed, then rolled onto his stomach so his mouth was inches from her bare pussy.
And then he started to feast. She wasn’t sure that she’d ever been this turned on in her life. Whimpers escaped her and she found herself trying to thrust herself up into his mouth.
He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, pressing her legs down. “Easy, baby. I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to get to come.”
“Please, please.”
He toyed with her clit, rubbing his tongue over it, flicking it back and forth as he drove two fingers back inside her. Her heart raced. She was so close.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby. Come all over my mouth.”
Her screams of pleasure filled the room as she came, shocking her. She never screamed when she came.
Her breathing was harsh and a light sweat coated her skin. He continued to play with her clit, bringing her back down slowly. And then he rolled himself onto his back and slid up next to her. He drew her against his chest with his arm around her shoulders.
“That was amazing,” she told him.
“I’m glad, baby. Come here. Straddle me.”
She kneeled and put one leg over his hips. “Won’t I hurt you?”
“Just don’t put your weight on my thigh and it will be fine.”
Okay, she could manage that. He slid his pants down, revealing a thick, erect dick.
Oh wow.
“Your cock is so pretty,” she told him.
He let out a huff of laughter. “Dicks aren’t pretty, baby. They’re sexy, hot, delicious, even. But not pretty.”
“Didn’t mean to insult your pretty dick,” she told him.
He grinned and slapped her ass. She let out a yelp. But before she could complain, he had his hands around her hips, helping her slide down his cock.
And it was glorious.
Arousal washed through her, hot and heavy. She’d never been this turned on.
But apparently, as well as being pretty, he had a magical dick.
“Magical dick?” he asked, sounding amused.
“I didn’t mean to say that out loud. But yes, so magical. Please, please.”
“Fuck me, baby. Ride my dick.”
Yeah, he didn’t have to ask her twice. She drove herself up and down his dick, her breathing growing faster, pleasure filling her.
More. She needed more.
Then his thumb touched her clit, playing with her and another orgasm ripped through her. His hands around her hips guided her so she was going faster and faster until his own shout of satisfaction filled the room.
Alice had never had sex like this. Hadn’t even realized it was possible to feel this much pleasure.
And she knew it was all him. Anson.
Nothing, she was certain, would ever be the same again.