Chapter Eleven
Nick’s breath got caught somewhere between his lungs and his mouth the moment Alex slid to her knees on the floor of the passenger seat.
His entire body tensed, anticipation flooding through him.
When she reached for the button on his jeans, his heart slammed against his ribs like a body check in the corner.
She chewed on her lower lip, which was all plump and swollen from kissing. So fucking sexy. But she didn’t have to do this. He didn’t want her to think it was expected just because he’d made her come.
Besides, he probably didn’t deserve it.
Definitely didn’t deserve her.
He placed his hands over hers. “It’s okay.” His voice was all hoarse and frayed. “You don’t have to. I’m good.”
She stared up at him for a heartbeat and then cocked her head.
The movement was so tiny, any other time he probably would have missed it.
“Do you not want me to… you know… do it?” Her cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink.
Oh, what he wouldn’t give to hear her let loose and say something dirty. Be explicit in what she wanted.
Some of her hair had come loose from her bun. He brushed it back over her ear. Jesus, she looked so fucking hot, crouched there between his thighs, ready and willing to suck him off. What the fuck was he thinking by stopping her?
But he knew. He didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t one hundred percent into.
Didn’t want her to do it because she thought she owed him something.
She absolutely did not. “I would love nothing more than your mouth on me.” His voice sounded a little bit cracked, a little bit strained around the edges.
Unsurprising, given the way his cock ached.
“But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. ”
She stared at the bulge in his jeans and licked her lips. He almost fucking came on the spot. Fuck.
“Oh, but I really, really want to.” There was a lusty, happy thread woven through the words, one that matched the spark in her eyes.
When she reached his pants again, he didn’t stop her. She slowly lowered the zipper, the hiss of the teeth loud in the quiet of the car. He held his breath.
She had to be stupid uncomfortable, crammed into the space in front of the seat. But since she wasn’t complaining, he wasn’t about to stop her again. He’d make it up to her when they finally found a bed. Then he could take his time exploring every inch of her long, lean, gorgeous body.
The zipper undone, she spread open his jeans. His cock sprang free. She gave a shocked little gasp, her eyes wide. He wanted to laugh, but the feel of her hot breath on his dick made it impossible.
There’d been a mix up with the laundry service he’d hired and they hadn’t been able to deliver his clean laundry this morning.
Instead of sulking in his hotel room, and continuing to avoid Alex, he’d decided to go commando.
Of course, he’d never expected the night to end like this, or he would have warned her.
She made a tsking sound and placed her hands on his thighs. “Oh, what a naughty, naughty boy you are.” The huskiness in her voice slid over his skin like fingertips. Her palms burned through the denim.
“Can I take your hair down?” The question was out before he could stop it.
A slow smile spread across her face. She practically glowed. Something hot and achy burned low in his gut, and it had nothing do with lust.
She reached up, her breasts thrust forward, and tugged on the elastic. The golden curtain of her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, one strand falling over her breast, the edge curling around her nipple. She was so stunningly beautiful he could barely breathe.
He reached out and slid the fingers of one hand into her hair, reveling in the feeling of the silky strands against his skin.
She turned into the touch, nuzzling his forearm and pressing a hot, wet kiss on the sensitive skin of his wrist. Some sort of rumbling sound bounced through his chest. She smiled, and did it again.
Oh, this woman. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.
No, not going there. He needed to stop thinking shit like that. This wasn’t forever. It couldn’t be. She’d made that perfectly clear. Besides, he had things to do, a championship to win. He couldn’t be thinking about anything beyond tonight.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and gave one long, smooth stroke from base to tip. Every coherent thought in his brain evaporated. He tilted his head back and groaned.
Clearly encouraged by his response, she did it again. Except this time, she slicked her thumb over the sensitive head on the up stroke. His hips jerked. She made a pleased little noise and swirled her thumb through his wetness.
Fuck, she was going to kill him.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” The rhythm of her hand remained slow, almost lazy, on his cock. She rested her cheek on his thigh and stared up at him. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “You’ll have to tell me what works and what doesn’t. What you like.”
He opened his mouth to tell her she was doing just fine, but a moan escaped instead. Her lips tilted up in the naughtiest smile he’d ever seen.
“You like that?” She rubbed her thumb against the spot on the underside of his cock, right below the head. His entire body shook, his nerve endings crackling.
“Yeah.” It was really nothing more than an exhale of breath.
“Hmm.” The hum was far more amused than the situation called for. “Let’s try this.”
Keeping her hand wrapped around the base, she leaned forward and slipped the head into her mouth.
Hot, wet heat surrounded his cock. He groaned, the urge to slide deeper, make her take all of him, welling up inside him.
It took every ounce of willpower to hold back.
Last thing he wanted was to fuck this up.
He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her gently, creating a connection. Not to force her into anything, or steer her in any way. Just to touch her, to hold her.
She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every down stroke. Swirled her tongue around the head on the upstroke. His hips twitched, rocked against her, just barely. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back completely.
Jesus, she was incredible.
She slipped his cock out of her mouth. A whimper slipped up his throat. He swallowed it back. No way was he willing to give her that much power over him. Not that he was under any delusions. He’d fucking walk to New England and back just to see her smile.
He was in so much fucking trouble.
She brought her free hand up to cradle his balls. Her hands were so delicate, yet so fucking strong. She was slowly undoing him. Inch by inch, piece by piece.
He wasn’t sure he cared.
The fingers around his cock tightened, making him want to squirm. He held back, mostly because there wasn’t a whole lot of room to move in the cramped car.
She kept her gaze locked on his and leaned forward. Lapped at the head of his cock with her tongue, just like she was licking an ice cream cone.
“Oh fuck.” He could barely get enough air in his lungs. His thighs and ass tensed. It was the fucking most incredible thing he’d ever experienced.
She backed off. “Do you want me to stop?” There was a thread of concern in her raspy voice.
“Oh, Jesus, no.” He ran his fingertips over her flushed cheek. “Please, don’t stop.”
She nodded and took the head of his cock back in her mouth, this time sucking hard.
“Fuck.” This time he couldn’t hold back. His hips jerked hard. His cock sank deeper in her mouth. She reared back a bit but didn’t release him. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, wildcat.”
She lowered her head and took him deep again. The head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. Stars burst behind his eyes. A deep, guttural groan rumbled through him. He tightened his fingers in her hair.
That seemed to spur her on. She bobbed her head faster, taking him deep. Ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. Swirled it around the head when she got to the top.
Up and down and up and down and up and down.
The rhythm settled deep in his bones. His blood turned molten. Spread through him like lava. Hot and burning. Bordering on too much.
A burn began at the base of his spine. The muscles in his thighs tensed. “Alex, I’m gonna…” He forced the words between ragged breaths. “You need to stop now, wildcat. If you don’t want me to…”
She made a humming noise in the back of her throat. The vibration on the head of his cock was like a streak of lightning right to the marrow of his bones. Pleasure swept through him like a tidal wave. His balls tightened, the pressure building and building and building.
Everything stopped, except the heat of her mouth.
The tingling concentrated at the base of his cock. Morphed into a throb. His heart pounded once, twice, and then boom. The pressure gave way.
Pleasure flooded his system. His back arched, his hips flexing with every hard throb of his cock. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes, a riot of colors all swirling together in a symphony of torture, a harmony of bliss.
Her name tore itself from his throat. A plea and a prayer.
Agony and ecstasy.
And then it was over, just as quickly as it came.
He collapsed back on the seat, letting the breath saw in and out of his lungs. Cross fit had nothing on a fantastic orgasm. Holy fuck, that had been intense.
She kept his cock in her mouth, her movements slower and softer, but no less incredible. He trembled from head to toe, his muscles jerking and jumping with each languid swipe of her tongue along the shaft. It was almost too much, but he also didn’t want it to stop.
He reached down and ran his hand over her hair, almost petting her. Fuck, she was amazing.
She swiped her tongue up the length of him, and then gave one last gentle suck on the head.