He cast her a concerned look. “I’m not sure you should be working at the diner and the club. That is a seriously long day.”
“You work two jobs,” she pointed out, pushing herself up to lean back on her elbows.
He tapped on the phone. “That’s different.”
“In what way is that different? You put in more hours at the advertising office than I do at the diner, and then you put in the same amount of time at the club. You go from one job right to the next. And it’s not like your job is easy. You're not just carrying food all day. Your job means something.” His eyes darkened, and she wondered what she’d said wrong.
“It’s different because it’s me.” He leaned down and placed his hands on either side of her body, putting his face close enough to kiss. “It’s different because you have a very physical job, and I don't want you overdoing it.”
“You said you wouldn’t micromanage,” she breathed out. His left brow raised half an inch.
“I didn’t say you can’t keep your jobs,” he pointed out.
She wet her lips. “But you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t want you to work yourself into the grave. You don’t need two jobs. But I’m not going to forbid it.” He kissed the tip of her nose in an annoyingly chaste fashion. “For now,” he added before placing his mouth over hers and claiming her once again. The familiar current ran through her as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing over her bottom lip, demanding entrance. His hands never left the bed, but he guided her to the pillow. Her body responded easily to his touches, to his authoritative kiss.
The bed dipped as he lifted one knee, then the next, effectively pinning her to the mattress with his body. Her hands found their way to the edge of his t-shirt and slid beneath it, running upward and over his tight muscles. He may have looked slender, but she could feel the rippling of his abs as she moved toward his chest.
He groaned into her mouth and tore away from her, staring down at her with an intensity that only fueled her want for him.
“What is it?” she questioned when he remained silent.
“I want you to stand up.” He pushed off of her.
She climbed off the bed and stood before him, her hands hanging loose at her sides. Had she upset him already?
“I’d like you to take off your clothes,” he instructed, but he wasn’t giving an order. She could say no. She could climb back into bed.
But she wouldn’t.
Not with his heated gaze on her, melting away her defenses.
She reached for the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head. The shirt pooled at her feet when she dropped it. Her nipples hardened at the cool air brushing across them.
“Pants too.” He kept his eyes locked with hers.
She hooked her fingers into the elastic of her sweats, pushed them to her ankles, and stepped out of each leg before dropping them on top of the shirt. Sliding her feet shoulder length apart, she folded her arms behind her, grasping her elbows. Her breasts pushed forward as she straightened her stance more.
He closed the gap between them in two strides. “As much as this stance suits you, I didn’t ask for it.” He reached behind her and pulled her hands back to her sides. Her cheeks burned as he rubbed her arms. “Your breasts are larger than I thought.” He cupped one breast, running his finger over the taught peek.
“I know you’ve had other Dominants, but I don’t care what their wants were. Don’t try to control this. Don’t try to anticipate what I want.” He framed her face with his hands, placing sweet kisses along her cheekbone and chin.
“Okay,” she whispered.
His touch warmed her. Everywhere. His lips covered hers in another intense kiss. She gripped the waistband of his pants, more to hold herself up than to get into them, but the effect was the same. He growled and backed her up until the backs of her thighs bumped the bed.
“On the bed.” He nudged her with his pelvis. “Put your head on the pillows,” he directed as he climbed onto the bed, still fully clothed. She wanted to see him, to touch his bare skin. “Open your legs.” He tapped her knees with his fingertips. Swallowing hard, she peeled her legs apart, exposing her most intimate parts to him.
He licked his lips.
His hands traveled from her knees, sliding delicately down her thighs, until he reached the area craving his touch more than any other part of her. Alex dug his nails into her flesh and dragged them back to her knees.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, fighting the urge to snap her legs shut. He gave her a grin that showed his approval, his pleasure, and she readied herself for the trip back. When he dragged his nails downward, she sucked in a sharp breath. Her skin grew sensitive beneath his fingers as he made a third pass across her thighs.
When he made his way back to her knees, he leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. A trail of kisses followed, following the path his nails had until he reached the now wet and waiting flesh. He settled himself on the bed, hovering over her pussy.
“Alex,” she whimpered.
“Yes, Alyssa?” he asked, placing a chaste kiss directly above her clit. Enough pressure to drive her deeper into arousal with none of the relief.
“Please.” She reached for him.
“Keep your hands at your sides,” he directed in an even tone.
“Okay, but please.” She arched her hips upward. It had been so long since she’d been wanted, touched…she didn’t think she’d make it much longer without him.
“Please what?” he asked, his tone playful
“Alex,” she groaned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.” It seemed damn self-explanatory, but arguing wouldn’t get her what she wanted.
“You’ll have to be more specific. I’m already here.” He grinned up at her.
“I want you to touch me,” she breathed, closing her eyes. She hated vocalizing it. He knew what she wanted—why did she have to say it?
“Here?” He gave a small peck to her thigh. She shook her head in response. “No? How about here?” He kissed her belly, and again, she shook her head, this time biting her lip. “Oh. I think I know.” The smile was evident in his voice as he lowered his mouth to where she desired him most. She gulped in air as his tongue sunk between her folds, and his lips wrapped around her, suckling lightly. A hiss escaped her lips as one finger gradually entered her. “Is that what you want?” Another lick across her swollen clit.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“See, you just needed to ask.” He placed his mouth over her, taking his time to lick every inch of her as he inserted a second finger into her pussy. The intensity of the sensations built, each touch adding another spark to the already white-hot flame within her.
“You, Alex. I want you,” she groaned as he released her clit from between his teeth. He gave her an impish grin as he slid off the bed and began to remove his clothes. “Wait. Can I?” she asked, and he crooked his finger at her.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed and hopped on to the floor. Her fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt, and she pulled upward, standing up on her toes to finish taking it over his head. Gripping his shirt in her hand, she was able to get her fill of his torso. The muscles she felt beneath her fingers earlier were displayed openly now, a beautiful set of hard abs, leading up to well-toned chest and arms. Shoulders broad enough to bare the weight of the world.
“My pants, Alyssa.” His playful whisper interrupted her stare. She dropped his shirt next to the pile of her own clothing and hooked her fingers into his waistband.
Finding it easier to do the task on her knees, she moved to kneel in front of him as she glided his pajama pants down to his feet where he stepped out of them. Adding the pants to the pile of clothes, she returned her attention to his body. His cock stood hard, unyielding in front of her nose. Without thought, she licked her lips and reached for him. Her hand wrapped around his thick base. He was hot beneath her fingers as she began to stroke him in hard, long strokes. His his
s of pleasure gave her courage to continue as she opened her mouth and took him inside. He tasted manly, salty. Wonderful.
“Ah…fuck, Alyssa.” His hands dove into her hair, and his pelvis began to rock, pushing his cock into her mouth further. Relaxing her throat, she took in as much of his length as she could. Her fingers remained firm around his shaft, but she let him control the thrusts.
Her tongue danced around his head. Although his tight grip on her scalp burned, she said nothing. It bite of it too wonderful to try to stop it. Wanting to push herself further, she reached between her legs to find her own excitement. Two fingers played with her clit, rubbing with the rhythm of his own strokes.
“No,” he growled out, stilling his movements but not removing his cock from her mouth. “Don’t touch yourself unless I’ve given you permission. Not even when you're with me.” He pulled away and helped her stand. Would he punish her? She hadn't known that was something he cared about.
“Bend over the bed, baby.” He turned her around and gently pushed her forward. “Hands on the bed, keep your chest up, and look at the wall. Do not look down—look at the wall ahead of you while I fuck you.” His instructions were clear and precise but given in a gentle tone that alleviated her concern for punishment.
She placed herself in the required position, the tips of her nipples grazing the sheets. Bending over, he grabbed hold of the needy peaks. She half expected him to twist and pull, but he slowly rolled them between the pads of his fingers. She groaned in pleasure, arching her back and pushing her ass against him.
“Just a second, you greedy thing.” He released her and leaned over to the nightstand. A drawer slid open and he fumbled around with an outlet. The hum of vibrations explained his actions. She wondered only briefly why he would keep a vibrator in the guest bedroom before the Hitachi head was placed on her clit.
She cried out from the intense vibrations and arched her back more.
“Condom?” he asked, twisting the toy against her.
“Yes,” she nodded, pushing back at him more.
“Hold this.” He wiggled the vibrator until her hand wrapped around it. Once she had it in her grasp, he let go. A drawer opened and closed behind her. The empty condom wrapper fell on the bed beside her. She pushed her clit harder into the vibrations, riding it while he moved behind her, getting ready to ride her.
The tip of his cock pressed against her pussy entrance.
“Fuck. You’re so hot, so wet.” He placed his hand on her left shoulder, pulling her body toward him as he began thrusting into her.
His dick filled her, stretching her with every hard thrust. She pushed the vibrator harder against her clit, writhing over it while he intensified his strokes. Her mind zipped away and back as the vibrations sent her straight to the edge of pleasure. Right on the border of pain and delirium. The pressure building inside threatened to split her in half.
Over and over again, he plowed his cock into her. His fingers dug into her hips.
“Play with your clit. That’s good. Fuck yes.” Alex’s voice came out raw and wrangled.
She gripped the bedsheets with one hand, threw her head back, and screamed as the damn broke and her orgasm shook her body. The steady wave of pleasure ripped through her, one after another as electric pleasure ran through her body.
Her arms weakened from the explosion; she tossed the vibrator away from her. Alex squeezed her waist as he drove into her again and again, relentless in his power.
A quick look over her shoulder, and she watched as he lost control and found his own pleasure within her. He let out a growl of release.
She rested her head on the bed. He let go of her hips, draping himself over her body. Seemed he was as spent as she was.
He recovered first, pulling away from her and placing kisses to her back.
“Damn,” he whispered into her ear as he helped her stand from the bed. He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, hard, unyielding, capturing her with his possessiveness.
When he released her, he grinned, the shallow dimple showing again. “Get in bed.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “No more screwing around, you have work in the morning.”
Alyssa playfully shoved his shoulder. “I’d be asleep right now if it weren’t for someone,” she said while climbing beneath the covers.
“We could play the blame game all night, but, like I said, you have work in the morning.” He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, silencing the snarky retort dancing on her tongue.
When he pulled back, she smiled. Sleep. Right. Work. Got it. She needed to keep her head screwed on straight or Alex would have her turned all around.
Alex climbed into bed with her, pulling her up to him and wrapping a strong arm around her middle. He wasn’t leaving her for his own bed. Finding herself anchored to him, her body relaxed into his hold.
“Night, Alyssa,” he said softly, his arm tightening around her.
“Good night, Alex.”
She’d need to be careful. A girl could easily get used to this.
Chapter 13
Alex laid awake in her bed well before the sun rose, watching the clock from over her sleeping form. Fifteen minutes and her alarm would sound. He’d spent the better half of the night watching her sleep. She was a fitful sleeper, kicking and rolling around. Twice she’d sucked in her breath as though gasping for air before settling back into her pillow with a sigh of relief. She appeared to be having nightmares, but he didn't want to wake her.
Paul had told him some of her past, but he wondered how much she endured at the hands of her careless mother that even his father didn’t know about. Alex had grown up knowing the love of both parents. They had doted on him, encouraged him, and cared for his every need. He couldn’t imagine being a child and knowing the mother who was supposed to love and care for you saw you as nothing more than a hindrance. He noticed an old burn scar on her leg, but didn’t question her on it. It could have been nothing, and he didn’t want to ruin their evening by digging up old ghosts.
When and if she was ready, she’d tell him everything—and he’d kiss away as many scars as he could. If she’d let him. He’d promised not to micromanage, and he wouldn’t, but they hadn’t gone over any real particulars. How much of last night was pure physical need?
The annoying buzz of her phone pulled him from his doubts. He reached over her, grabbing the phone. She stirred beneath his outstretched arms as he swiped the screen to make the horrifying sound stop.
“Morning.” She yawned. Her eyes were still closed, heavy with sleep. He maneuvered himself until he was draped over her gloriously naked body and kissed her closed eyes, then her nose, before taking her mouth in a tender kiss. Her arms snaked out from beneath him and wrapped around his neck.
She pushed her hips up toward him, probably to get more comfortable beneath his weight, but the action was enough to throw his already aroused body into an aching erection. He nuzzled her neck, biting at her lower earlobe. She smelled amazing. How was that possible after such a fitful sleep?
His hands slid down her slender frame, memorizing the smoothness of her skin, toward her breasts. She moaned when he cupped her right breast and played with her nipple. Pulling away a bit to look at her beautiful features, he grinned.
“I was neglectful last night.” He was only half teasing. He’d wanted to kick himself the night before. He’d gone too fast, moved too quickly with her. He’d planned to go slower, to touch and tease and lick every inch of her. But her utter submission and desire in her eyes had turned him wild, and he’d rutted with her like a beast instead of the slow and pleasurable lovemaking he’d mapped out in his mind.
With one nipple between his teeth, he ran his hand further down her body until he found the sweet heat he’d enjoyed so thoroughly the night before. She was already slick with desire when he dipped his finger into her wetness. She arched as the heel of his hand worked her clit and his fingers began to move within her. She was so fucking hot, so ready for him.
He growled into her breast, then moved the other, suckling lightly, flicking his tongue over the hard peak.
“Tonight, I’ll want you bound and tied to my bedpost.” He bit the tip with his front teeth. Her pupils were large. Her chest heaved. She wanted him as badly as he needed her.
“I need you,” she moaned, pulling at his arms with her hands. “Please,” she begged, yanking on his arm harder. He released her and covered her with his body, holding himself up on his forearms.
“Don’t ever do that again,” he said in a stern tone, countered by his dick lining up at her entrance, waiting to plunge into her. “You don’t control this. You don’t pull me, or push me, or command me.”
Slowly, he started to drive into her, and her eyes rolled back.
“Do you understand, Alyssa? You don’t control this.”
“Yes!” she cried out, pushing her pelvis up toward him. He halted in his movement. It took everything in him not to plunge to her depths and carry them both away.
“Look at me,” he said in a gentler tone. His teeth gritted, and he could his balls ached with need. Once her eyes were locked with his, he continued. “I will give you everything you need. You have to trust that. That means no pushing me, no grabbing for what you want. Tell me and trust I’ll give it.” Her eyes lowered, and he gripped her face between his hands and kissed her. “Can you do that, Alyssa?”
Her eyes found his again, unblinking.
“I’ll try. I will. I can.” She seemed to verbally work her way through her answer.
Again, he pushed toward her, letting his cock rim her entrance. “I’ll help you when you forget. When you stumble,” he promised, sinking in deeper. She threw her hands into her hair. Her lips pinched together, and her body tightened beneath him. If she couldn’t tell him to hurry, she’d let her body do the talking and everything about her expression screamed her urgency.
With one forceful motion, he was inside her. As much as he wanted to pull them both over the brink, he willed himself to go slow. She squeezed his shoulders gently as she began to move beneath him, matching him stroke for stroke.
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