Chapter 40
Chapter forty
Don't Be Fresh
I twitch in my sleep, deep in my dream.
"Alex." Sarah looks over at me, wetting her lips. "What can I do to repay you for such an amazing birthday?"
"Well, that depends on what you're prepared to give me." I turn my head to face her, piercing her with a direct gaze.
Sarah inhales, eyeing me warily as I lean forward into her space and snatch her hand into mine, placing the back of it to my lips at the same time my other hand settles on her bare thigh. Right over her garter.
"I think I would very much like to be allowed to take this off of you," I say. The feeling of her melting into me makes me feel a thousand feet tall.
Keeping my lips to her hand, I turn it over to kiss the inside of her delicate wrist at the same time I hook a finger around her garter and caress her flesh.
Same as I did while we were on the dance floor.
Looking down, her breasts heave with barely controlled emotion, and her eyes widen, watching me observe her.
I groan miserably at the sight of her nipples sticking through the lace of her top, so delectable looking that my mouth waters.
Feeling bold, I continue to hold her hand to my mouth until we pull up to the hotel. I help her slide out, holding our cake in one hand and her hand in the other. We remain silent as we journey to our room. She shivers against me, and I caress her fingers in slow, soothing intervals.
Walking into our room that's currently only illuminated by dimmed recessed lighting at the bar, Sarah shyly stands to the side as I put our cake on a small table by the couch. I grin to myself, seeing her fidget, wringing her fingers together and shifting her weight from foot-to-foot.
Relishing her nervousness, I remain quiet as I work to shrug off my jacket and unbutton the first two buttons of my shirt.
I turn, sinking down into the cushioned couch, spreading my thighs as I settle in with a deep sigh, and give her a blatantly slow drag of my gaze from the top of her head to her toes, then back again. Slowing at the juncture between her legs.
My heart skips a beat as my straining cock jerks in my pants. God, I bet you're so warm and juicy. I wet my lips. "Come here," I command.
Sarah tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes going wide as she takes a hesitant step, then another, and another. Bringing herself to stand between my spread legs. I take several long seconds to caress my gaze all over her body again.
"Do you like what you see?" Sarah whispers.
Contemplating her question, I tilt my head, seeing her flush so hard her ears turn red. "Do I like what I see?" I repeat, parroting her question back to her in a serious tone. "Hm." I place a hand to my erection and squeeze hard, giving her a guttural grunt as I do so.
Sarah's eyes flutter as she watches me.
She parts her lips to speak before I suddenly reach forward and pluck her clutch out from where she had it cinched under her arm, rendering her silent.
Tossing it to the side I reach forward, grasping the hem of her fur shawl, and pull it slowly from her shoulders and down her right side.
A growl starts in my chest at the sound of her whimper, knowing she's feeling the material scrape her already sensitive nipples.
My eyes lower, seeing them distended tight and hard against the lace of her dress. My mouth waters.
"Alex," she whimpers again, swaying slightly on her feet as I toss the shawl to the side as well.
"Shhh." I shush her, putting a finger to her lips and tilt my head. "Just a second, baby."
Sarah's lips quiver against my finger, clearly overwhelmed with my blatant icy stare.
I'm not cold for you, baby; I burn so hot for you, can't you tell?
"What color are they?" I ask, squeezing my erection even harder.
Her brow furrows. "What color are w-what?"
"Your nipples."
Her eyes lower, and she rolls her lips again in embarrassment. "Oh. Uhm..."
Releasing my cock, I drape my arm lazily on the arm of the couch and tilt my head. "I imagine them a light brownish-red…" I edge.
She nods, the flush in her face deepening.
"Same color as your pussy?" I grit through the tightness in my throat.
Sarah's inhales sharply, thrown off by my boldness. Her eyes—wide and innocent—fly up to meet mine. Damn near drowning in desire, I manage to give her an unbothered smile as her lips part. "Alex…" she breathes shakily.
"You have to know I've thought about it," I murmur, reaching forward to now slide my hand up her thigh to grip a firm hip and squeeze.
"Desperately." My gaze lowers to her cleavage.
"I love sucking both." Leaning back against the cushions, I tap my right thigh, letting her know silently what I want.
"All I can think about is your clit between my teeth and how you taste. "
Sarah's eyes meet mine for a couple seconds before she reaches her hand out to me.
I take it, helping her maintain her balance as she lifts her leg up to place her foot on my thigh.
I raise my other hand to the clasp at her ankle and undo it one-handed, pulling her shoe off and letting it fall to the floor with a careless thunk.
She tilts her head back and moans softly, no doubt feeling relief from getting out of her heels after dancing and being in them for so long.
I let her have her moment before tapping my other leg, and we switch hands as she puts her other foot up, and I make quick work of taking it off, then tossing it to land next to the other one. Sarah goes to pull her foot away, but I grab it before she can.
There's a split second where we're connected by our extremities: one set of hands clasping with my other hand on her ankle, holding it in the air to keep her from retreating.
We stare at each other for a long, tense second.
My gaze lowers to the juncture between her legs, sucking in a deep breath of my own and smelling her delicious scent.
My heart thumps hard in my chest at the sight of the perfectly plump mound of her pussy, barely covered by the dress.
I take another deep breath in a bid for self-control.
Sarah whimpers when I firm my hold on her hand and ankle and slowly press her leg outward, opening her up even more for my gaze.
A low, rough sound of longing rips from my chest when the red, lacy panties I'd picked out for her peek out under the slit in her dress.
I swallow hard, denying myself throwing her to the couch and fucking her the way I want to.
Denying myself smearing cake all over her body and licking it off, my true desire and kink is to eat food off of her and mix its flavor with hers, giving myself a one-way ticket to nirvana.
I pull on her ankle, making her inch closer to me carefully. Lowering her leg, I place her foot back on my thigh and slowly drag my fingertips up her calf to her knee.
"Oh God," she whines breathlessly.
I lean forward and place my lips to her knee, giving her a wet kiss there. Letting go of her hand, she places it on my shoulder as I run both of my hands up underneath her dress to the back of her leg until my hands encompass her ass and squeeze, making a moan fly out of her mouth.
We stay there like this in the quiet, while I knead her ass and keep my lips pressed to her knee. "I love the way you respond to me. And I haven't even kissed you yet," I murmur against her flesh. "Fuck, you're so soft. So pretty."
"Alex, I want you to touch me."
Amused, I look up to see her eyes widen, and her hand flies up to her mouth as if embarrassed by her sudden outburst. But it doesn't phase me.
I stay quiet, trailing my lips further up the sensitive, vulnerable flesh of her inner thigh. Her scent gets stronger, intoxicating me. "I didn't bring you to Vancouver to fuck you, baby." I keep my voice quiet while lashing my tongue against her skin and groan at her taste.
"I know!" she gasps. "I know you didn't, Alex, b-but-"
"Sssshhhh. You talk so much, Miss Counselor," I chastise gently with a dark chuckle, nipping at her skin.
I smile when the muscles in her thigh begin to shake uncontrollably.
Thinking of all the ways I can fuck her, the images torture me even as I also torture myself with her scent. The same scent I smelled on my hand this morning. "Tell me, do you enjoy it when I have my hand on your pussy at night?" I ask. My hands tighten on her ass when she jerks in surprise.
"Wh-What—"
"You heard me, beautiful. I said, do you enjoy it?
" I wrap my teeth around her garter and give her a little snap, making her jump.
I lick my tongue underneath, soothing the sting away before scraping my teeth against her skin in a warning.
At her silence, I pull back slightly. "Answer me, sweetness. "
Her response is a rapid,"Yes."
The features in my face tighten at her admission. "Were you going to tell me, sweetness," I ask gently, "or was that supposed to be your naughty secret?" I smile, delighting in the slightly overwhelmed look on her face. "As you should see by now, not much gets past me."
"I—" Her eyes lower, and the flush in her face deepens.
"Do you think about me placing my fingers inside you?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"Do you think about me fucking you?"
"Y-yes."
I take pity on her, slowly pulling down her garter until it falls to her ankle. Our eyes stay locked. The tension between us sweltering, I slide it off before sitting back and handing it to her. "Put it in your panties."
Sarah bites her bottom lip, unsure.
"Do it."
My chest tightens so hard I don’t know if it's actually healthy to let oneself become this aroused, then stay there on the precipice with no relief for as long as I'd been.