Chapter 9 – Alana #2
“Not when you’re sitting next to me in that dress and see-through panties.
” He leans even closer until his lips are brushing my ear.
“If Lucia wasn’t with us, I’d have fucked you in the car on the way here and taken those panties of yours hostage.
Then you’d have had to sit here eating your meal with my cum dripping down your thighs. ”
He plants a single tender kiss beneath my ear, and my insides turn to molten lava. “You’re a devil,” I whisper.
He laughs darkly. “That’s more like it.”
I lean against his shoulder, reveling in the solid warmth of him. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
He takes my hand in his and kisses my fingertips. “Not often enough. But I will very much look forward to you telling me later, because our teenage houseguest is on her way back over.”
Lucia ate so much ice-cream for dessert that she declared herself stuffed to bursting, and after another heartfelt thanks and a round of hugs, took herself off to bed as soon as we got home.
Alejandro slips his hand into mine, a look on his face that makes my knees tremble and my body light up with excitement. “Do you want a nightcap?”
He licks his lips, his dark brown eyes almost black. “I want you in my office. Now.”
My heart rate doubles. While he does keep some of his finest Scotch in there, we’d usually have a nightcap in the den or out on the patio. But I suspect a nightcap is the last thing on his mind. There is nothing soft or sweet about my husband right now. He’s my fierce devil again, and I love it.
I make myself walk, every step down the hallway filling me with anticipation.
He follows close behind—much closer than necessary—and I’m hyperaware of it, of him, of the distance between us shrinking until there’s barely any space at all.
When I reach the door and stop, my fingers hover uselessly over the handle. It’s locked. Of course it is.
He steps up behind me and my pulse stutters—his presence steady and certain.
I feel the heat of him at my back, the dusting of his breath against my neck sends a shiver down my spine.
Before I can think to move, his arm slides past me, slow enough that it feels intentional.
His wrist brushes low against my hip as he keys in the code, and the contact, though brief, makes sparks ignite beneath my skin.
I suck in a breath and wonder if notices my reaction. He does. Of course he does.
He presses in closer, his body aligned fully with mine, heat bleeding through the layers of our clothing.
His other hand finds my waist, curling around me, firm and unyielding, drawing me fully into his body.
I’m caged by him, although perhaps that isn’t the right word.
It implies I want out, and I most definitely do not.
The scent of his cologne wraps around me, familiar and dangerous in equal measure.
This isn’t accidental. The way he moves, the way he lingers, the way he breathes me in like he has every right to.
It’s all too precise, too deliberate. His breath skates over my neck again, softer this time, until we’re pressed so tightly together that I can no longer tell where I end and he begins.
“Voy a follarte tan malditamente duro,” he growls in my ear.
Butterflies take flight in my stomach and heat sears between my thighs. I love his Spanish dirty talk, and even if I didn’t know what that phrase meant, I would be a quivering mess.
But I do know, because he’s said it to me so many times before. I’m going to fuck you so damn hard.
Dear god, he’s going to nail me into oblivion, and I’m here for every second if it.
The lock opens with a loud click. Alejandro pushes the door ajar before ushering me inside. He kicks it closed behind us, and now nobody will hear anything that happens inside this room.
When I spin to face him, he’s staring at me, his eyes roaming over my body as though he’s a starving lion and I’m his prey. “Take everything off except the panties and the heels,” he orders.
So excited for whatever he has planned, it’s a struggle to contain the trembling in my hands as I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress and pull.
I shrug the fabric off my shoulders and slip the material down over my hips and legs until it lies in a tangle of red fabric at my feet.
I unclasp my bra at the front, allowing my breasts to spring free—my nipples already hard under the heat of Alejandro’s gaze.
I drop that too and then step out of the dress.
Alejandro licks his lips as his gaze travels over my body and down to my sheer, red panties. He takes a step towards me. “They are fucking dangerous.”
“I’m not sure panties can be dangerous, Alex.”
He arches an eyebrow, “Hmm. We’ll see. I can tell they’re already damp.”
Heat sears across my cheeks. He speaks the truth.
“I wonder how much wetter I can make you without even touching you?”
I wonder, too. Biting on my lip, I shiver as he edges even closer, until his warm breath is skittering over my skin.
“What do you think, princesa?”
“A lot wetter,” I whisper. He could probably make me come just from his dirty talk, but I’d much prefer he use other means.
“Shall we try it out?”
“I’d rather not.” After all of the filthy promises he’s been making all night, I’m desperate to reach out and touch him, but Alejandro’s office is his domain. He’s in complete control here.
“And why’s that?” He leans in closer, until his lips are perilously close to the skin on my neck.
Goosebumps break out all over my flesh. “Because I want you to touch me.”
At my admission, he kisses my throat, wrenching a groan from my lips.
“Always so greedy for me,” he laughs darkly.
“Do you remember how you told me about those panties just before we were leaving, so that I would spend the whole evening thinking about them and not being able to do anything about it? You knew I would be thinking about nothing but your hot cono and wishing I could bury myself in it, didn’t you? ”
Dammit, he knows me too well. “Yes,” I admit, fluttering my eyelashes in the hopes I’ll look adorable enough that he won’t be too mad about that.
“So maybe I should leave you all hot and wet and wanting me? Maybe I should make you stand here while I jerk off, come in my own hand just from looking at you?”
“You’re not that cruel,” I sigh as his lips dust over the skin on my collarbone.
“Oh, I am. But I have a better idea,” he says before he steps back. “Up onto the desk.” He jerks his head upwards and scoot backwards and perch on the edge of the desk.
“Sit all the way back for me. I want your feet on it too.”
I shuffle back until I’m sitting on his desk, my ass in the middle and my heels perched on the edge.
He pulls up his chair and sits down, then unzips his suit pants, pulling out his impressive and very beautiful cock.
His eyes lock onto mine as he squeezes the shaft in his strong hand.
My lips tremble, and I lick them in anticipation as a bead of precum pearls on the tip. I want to taste him.
“Open your legs, slip your hand into those panties, and play with that pretty pussy of yours. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
My heart kicks up a gear, and heat flushes across my cheeks. Despite all the things we’ve done together, and how much he’s taught me about sex and my own body, I’ve never done that before. Not while he watched, anyway. “Alex, I can’t,” I insist.
He hums, eyes raking over me, predatory and seductive. “You can and you will, princesa. What’s the point of wearing see-through panties if not to put on a show for me? Because that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
I wanted to tease him for sure, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.
“Don’t make me ask again, Alana,” he warns. “You make yourself come now or you won’t be coming at all.”
Damn, I love his bossy possessive side. And I trust him, more than I have ever trusted anyone.
There’s not a single reason I can’t do this in front of him.
He already knows every inch of my body, and if this is what he wants, this is what I’ll give him.
I take a deep breath and slide my right hand into my panties, quickly finding my swollen clit.
I close my eyes and start to draw slow circles around the swollen bud of flesh.
“Eyes on me,” his growl rumbles through me.
I open my eyes and they lock with his while I continue swirling my fingers in teasing circles.
His gaze is full of fire, burning into mine with the kind of intensity that makes my skin blister.
Waves of pleasure start to build, and a soft, needy moan tumbles from my lips.
His gaze drops lower, fixed now on the space between my thighs.
He continues watching me intently, a wicked grin on his lips as he strokes himself up and down.
I arch my back and let out a groan. “That’s it,” he growls. “I can see your creamy cum soaking those sexy little panties already.”
“Alex,” I whine. I want his hands on me. His mouth. His lips. “I want you.”
“Soon, princesa. Let me watch you come, and then I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
I suck in a ragged breath and lie back on the desk, freeing up my other hand so I can use that too. I slide it inside my panties and push two fingers inside myself, working myself up to a climax.
“Fuck, Alana!” he grunts loudly. “You look so fucking sexy doing that.” Then he starts growling obscenities in Spanish and it only spurs me on. I screw my eyes closed and imagine that it’s his strong fingers inside me, thrusting in and out as he brings me to the edge.
The pressure between my thighs intensifies. My legs trembling, heart racing, breath coming in ragged gusts.
“I can see you’re almost there, Alana,” Alejandro’s voice washes over me. “Your panties are fucking soaked.”