Chapter Fourteen #2
Oh, God. A shudder ran through my body, echoing into his.
The last thing I wanted to do right now was come, while fully dressed and rubbing against Alex in my mom’s kitchen.
And if we didn’t move the party elsewhere, that was exactly what was going to happen.
Maybe that was something to discuss with a therapist, but now wasn’t the time.
So I took his hand and pulled him down the hall, both of us stumbling in a lust-clouded haze.
My childhood bedroom wasn’t sexy in the least, and my heart skipped a couple nervous beats as I brought him in here. But his eyes were solely on me, reaching behind him to close the door, looking at me with wonder.
“Why do I still want to be careful with you?” He whispered as though he were talking to an angel. There was worship in his eyes, but I wanted him back on earth. I didn’t want reverence. I wanted him so out of his mind with wanting me that all he could think of was how to get inside of me.
“You don’t need to.” I whipped my T-shirt off over my head, only slightly disappointed in myself that I was wearing one of my more comfortable bras. Plain white cotton? Not terribly hot. But it seemed to work on Alex, the way his eyes flared, and that only encouraged me.
“I’m not made of glass,” I continued as I unbuttoned the top button of my shorts.
The zipper was suddenly very loud in the room, and I let the denim slip down over my hips, balancing precariously before I shimmied them to the floor and kicked them aside.
Now I stood there in front of him, wearing only my least-sexy bra and underwear.
Alex was still fully clothed, but the intensity of his stare said that he was barely holding himself back.
“You’re really not,” he said. All the warmth had gone from his eyes, and they looked darker than dark as his gaze raked over me, almost a tangible thing. He still had a thread of control left. I wanted to snap it.
I toyed with a bra strap, then the waistband of my underwear. “I’m not a child anymore, you know. I know what to do.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, and something in his face changed.
The worship was still there, but now it was cloaked in desire.
“Show me.” It was a challenge. A plea. A command.
The confidence in it sent that same confidence zinging through me.
I could see now what he wanted. We were both performers at heart, weren’t we? He wanted me to perform.
I could do that. With Alex looking at me like that, I could do anything. But all good performers could use a little direction. “Where do you want me?”
He nodded, a short jerk of his head, indicating behind me. “On the bed.”
I backed up a step, two, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed and I sank down to sit. “Like this?”
“Yes.” The word was a harsh whisper. Another sharp nod. “Take it off.”
I raised my eyebrows, an attempt to tease before I completely lost my mind. “Which?”
“Both,” he said sharply. Desperately. “All of it. Please.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I reached behind to unhook my bra, and once it was off my underwear followed, sliding down my legs to the floor. “What about you?” It was a weird feeling, challenging him while I was fully naked. But the look in his eyes made me feel like I could ask for anything.
He shook his head. “You first,” he said hoarsely. “Show me.” His dark eyes all but gleamed, and I knew what he was asking for. Something I’d never done, at least not like this. Not in front of someone. But this wasn’t just someone. This was Alex.
I started slowly, my eyes still on his, skating my hands up my sides to cup my breasts.
They felt heavy, the undersides so, so sensitive, and as my hands closed around them he gave a small moan, as though his hands were on my body.
I felt that moan in a jolt that went straight through to my core, and I shifted on the bed, lost in sensation.
He wasn’t touching me, yet I could feel him everywhere.
I caressed my own skin, as much for myself as for him, and as I rolled a nipple between my fingers I gasped at the pinch. He gasped too, his lips parting, tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. I wanted that tongue. I wanted his touch. But for now I would settle for my own.
“What else?” I almost didn’t recognize my own voice, throaty with desire. He had to know how new this was to me. He had to know that this wasn’t something I did, had done, for anyone else.
“More.” His intense gaze traveled down, past my breasts to my stomach, and further down still. “Let me see you.”
Oh, God. Could I do this? But the fire in his eyes made me feel like I could do anything.
I scooted to perch on the very edge of the bed, and with a deep breath, let my legs fall open.
Alex’s sigh was like the breath of life leaving his body.
He looked at me like I was a goddess, and I felt like one. I was putting this look on his face.
“Touch yourself.” He could barely get the words out. “Let me see how you feel. Let me see what you like.”
What could I do but comply? I skimmed a hand down my stomach, down and further down, until my fingers slid through my rough curls. Further still, until I touched where heat had pooled in my body, desperate and hot. My clit was hard, and I gasped sharply as my fingertips slid over it.
My eyes fell closed, and I almost forgot where I was. Who I was. Who was with me. All I knew was sensation. My first two fingers slid inside effortlessly, and my hips rose to meet them, to try fruitlessly to bring them in further.
“God, yes. Like that.” Alex sounded tortured even as he spurred me on. “Are you wet? Tell me.”
A groan escaped me as I tried to remember speech. “So wet. So…” I broke off with an inarticulate cry as my fingers moved on instinct, sliding up to hook around that most sensitive place, now slick with my own wetness.
“Yes.” His breath sighed out of him in a hiss as I fell back onto the bed, no longer able to stay upright.
My left hand clutched my breast hard, pinching, desperate for the sting, while my fingers worked between my legs, regaining the rhythm we’d started in the kitchen.
I was all but mindless, my legs spreading wider, my hand moving faster. It was almost enough. Almost…
“Can I help?” Before the question was out of his mouth he was there, kneeling on the floor between my legs, his breath gusting against my inner thigh.
“Yes!” I practically sobbed. “Please. Touch me. Please…” I’d barely choked out the answer before his hands pushed my legs wider, impossibly wider, and while I still rubbed myself his hand was there, two fingers plunging in, hooking inside of me.
Everything shattered, and all I knew was the ecstasy flowing through my body, waves of it like a thunderstorm on the ocean.
I could barely hear myself crying out, and somewhere, somehow, my hand had fallen away, replaced by his mouth, his tongue lapping, feeding from me, his fingers still thrusting slowly inside of me as eventually my body calmed.
I was a puddle. I blinked my eyes open as full consciousness returned and my hands, not wanting to let the pleasure go so soon, skimmed back up my body.
I hummed, enjoying the feeling of my own skin under my hands.
Then I raised my head to look down my body, where Alex still knelt between my legs.
I reached out, and he closed his eyes as I combed his hair back from his forehead.
When he opened them again, I could see the desperate hunger still in their depths.
Despite my utter exhaustion something stirred inside me, bright and awake, and my lips kicked up.