by Davis, Carla
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Good,” he smiled, bending forward with poised lips.
I tugged him down, meeting him with a greedy, open-mouthed kiss. My tongue swept into his moist cavern, needing to express to him how desperately I wanted him. As I pulled back, panting for breath, my hungry eyes melted into his. “Take me, Alex,” I whimpered.
His soft gaze moved over my face, as his mouth stretched into a smile. “Umm, you might have to give me a couple of minutes,” he said, his cheeks tinged a little pink. “I’ve been kind of knocked off my stroke,” he shrugged.
Snatching a quick peek downward, I noticed that his shaft had softened and was flopping against his thigh. “I’m so sorry,” I mumbled. “I guess I ruined the mood, huh?”
“Well, thinking about Katherine didn’t help,” he chuckled.
“Can I...err...” I hesitated, before gradually reaching my hand between our bodies. When I heard no objection, I slipped my fingers around him and stroked lightly. He was still slick from the fluid of my body and my hand moved easily. My focus moved intermittently between his face and the rhythmic action of my fingers.
His eyes had drifted shut and his features held a beautifully serene expression. His manhood, meanwhile, was beginning to stir.
“I want you, Alex,” I whispered, tentatively slipping to my knees. I had only ever performed oral sex on one man. He’d badgered me into it, it had tasted disgusting, and I’d nearly thrown up when he tried to push himself into my throat. Yet, it was such an intimate expression of affection. A few days before, Alex had been willing to offer me his mouth and, in return, I wanted to offer him mine. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to pleasure him, but the desire to love him fully overpowered my inhibitions and girlish concerns.
Keeping my right hand clasped around the base, I stroked the fingers of my other hand up his thigh. Hearing him groan happily, I leaned forward, extending my tongue and sweeping it around the blunt tip of his member. He was a strange mixture of salty and sweet. It was the taste of both of us, and that thought brought a fresh flood of arousal that began to trickle down my inner thigh.
“Uh, uh,” he breathed quickly, his eyes flashing open and snapping down at me. Jaw slack, he offered me a half smile as his fingers affectionately stroked through my hair and rested either side of my head.
I waited for him to pull me forward or thrust his hips, but he did neither. So, my gaze cautiously flicking to his face to monitor his reaction, I continued to lap at his length. Long lingering licks were lavished on the left and right, then I focused my attention on the underside. I felt his fingers tense, as I trailed one particularly prominent blue vein and then flicked the tip of my tongue over the stringy, stretchy skin that met his head.
He was almost completely rigid, as he growled out an, “Oh, God!”
Emboldened, I opened my mouth and slipped his bulging tip between my lips, sucking my cheeks to create pressure.
“Ah, ah,” he hissed, his fingers flexing against my head. “Mel,” he groaned, slowly pulling himself from me. “If you keep that up,” he gasped, smiling, “this is going to be over much too quickly.”
Relieved that he hadn’t stopped me because what I was doing was wrong, I grinned.
“Come here,” he encouraged with a flick of his head, his hands moving down to my arms and helping me back to my feet.
As I rose, his lips met mine and he moaned into my mouth. My eyes were closed, but I felt him fidgeting and heard the sounds of his shoes being kicked off and his pants and underwear restlessly flicked from around his feet. I only opened my eyelids when his lips broke away and I saw him bending down to remove his socks.
“Come with me,” he then suggested, slipping his fingers in mine and leading me the few steps toward the bed.
I went willingly and stilled when I reached the edge of the bed as he did.
Alex, slipping both hands onto my waist, encouraged me to turn around. With my face toward the mattress and my back to him, he dipped his head to my shoulder and began to nibble and lick my throat. His hands smoothed easily around my front and upward until he was cupping a breast in each. While he rolled the globes of flesh in his large, firm fingers, I mewled and pushed my buttocks into him. His erection poked at the base of my spine and he chuckled against my neck.
“Lie down,” he urged, guiding me to the bed with a quick nudge of his hips.
Not really understanding what he had planned, I simply followed his direction. Reaching out with both hands, I slid them up the smooth, crisp sheet and lifted one knee at a time onto the mattress. For a moment, I remained that way, on all fours, waiting for him to make us one.
“Lie down,” he repeated, placing one flat palm between my shoulder blades and the other at the top of my buttocks. Carefully, he gave me a little push, until my body followed his direction and lay flat out on the bed.
The mattress gave as he joined me. I felt his knees either side of mine and then he was bending over me. His hands were massaging my back and shoulders, his lips trailing butterfly kisses down the length of my spine. As he came back up, he moved the rest of his body with him, draping it over me.
Alex kept some of his weight on his elbows, but as his mouth reached my earlobe, the bulk of his upper body was pressing exquisitely down on me. Lifting my head from the mattress, I offered him my lips and he immediately claimed them.
“Open your legs,” he mumbled into my mouth.
Sliding my tongue over his, I did as he asked, shuffling my thighs apart until his legs prevented me from going any further.
Alex, adjusted his hips and I felt the engorged head of his cock graze down my buttock and eventually slip between my distended folds.
“Mmm,” I groaned, as he tore his lips from mine.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he panted, gradually pushing his hips forward with soft, undulating movements.
I had been about to laugh it off. After all, I’d had him inside me four times before. He was big, but I was starting to loosen up and every time, it got easier to take him. However, I was not prepared for the sensation this angle would create. It felt so much deeper than anything I’d experienced. With my thighs only a few inches apart, it was tighter too. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as I felt his hardness rubbing against that sweet spot on my front wall.
“You need me to stop?” he asked, his voice dark and gravelly. It sounded as though stopping would be difficult for him.
Blindly reaching an arm behind me, I groped thin air for a few seconds before I found his forearm to anchor me. “D-d-don’t stop,” I stumbled, my long, loose hair falling over my face and obscuring my sight.
I released a primal cry of ecstasy as he pushed his hips all the way to my buttocks and pressed me into the mattress with a sweaty torso.
“Now,” he gasped, his chest moving frantically over my back and causing my erect nipples to rub almost painfully over the bed sheet. “Close your legs,” he continued.
As I brought my thighs back together, I moaned at the added intensity of the sensation, and a rumbling growl came from Alex.
Taking a couple of composing breaths, he continued to kiss me and murmur affectionate nonsense in my ear, then he began to move. His thrusts were not aggressive or powerful, they couldn’t be. But they didn’t need to be either. I could feel every minute movement of his body and knew the pressure on his length must have been equally strong.
Every time he drove forward, his hips struck my buttocks with a light slap.
“Argh,” I squealed, feeling the yearning tightening my channel each time he moved.
Alex was breathing raggedly, grunting and groaning, his warm lips so close to my neck and shoulders. His lower half thrust in rhythm with the noises he made.
I was becoming hot and sweaty, my body covered in him. Writhing in the restless, teetering moments before the wave broke, I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and held my breath.
The explosion was violent and sud
den, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut as a wanton scream escaped my lips. Blinding white lights danced across my closed lids, and my brain hammered to the beat of my pulsing sex. “Ugh,” I cried. “Ugh, ugh, Alex!”
He still moved within me, but it was becoming labored. The hand, which rested on the bed adjacent to my face, began to grip the sheet and he groaned as if in pain. “Jesus,” he hissed. “I can’t...it’s too...” His efforts were then cut off by a guttural gasp and the trembling of his hips against the cheeks of my ass. “Argh,” he exhaled, liquid heat shooting from him and branding me.
Another small crest of pleasure shook me, as I felt the power of his ejaculation. My limbs melting into the bed, I released a contented sigh while his body emptied itself into mine.
Chapter Three
Later that evening, we lay completely naked in the middle of the bed, perspiration chilling on our skin. Drapes at the window still open, an amber glow from the street bathed the room and I watched the steady sway of car headlights that swished across the ceiling.
Alex was right next to me, one leg draped over mine, pressing his flaccid penis against my side. His elbow was propped on the pillow with a hand supporting his head, and he peered quietly at me. The fingers of his other hand moved absentmindedly over my torso, gently stroking my belly in nondescript patterns and occasionally sliding higher to play with my breasts.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice so deep and masculine that I thought it alone could make me climax again.
Weak, I continued to lay flat on my back, my right arm stretched all the way across my body and resting on his slim, solid hip. “Hmm?” I mumbled, sleepily.
“What are you thinking?” he repeated.
Barely able to move, I turned only my head. “Just wondering if the people in the adjoining suites thought you were murdering me,” I told him, a tired but happy smile distorting my mouth.
His tight abdomen flexed against the curve of my waist, as he breathed a brief chuckle. “The rooms are soundproofed,” he softly replied.
“That’s probably just as well,” I said, my heavy eyelids drooping.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he murmured.
Shuffling a little closer, I nestled my face to his chest. “Hmm, me too.”
“It’s like there’s no one else in the world,” he added, thoughtfully.
Humming in agreement, I breathed the wonderfully sexy smell of his sweat mingled with the remnants of shower gel. Eyes still closed, I felt myself being dragged into that divine darkness, but I was just aware of his breath on the top of my head and then his lips pressing against my scalp.
When I awoke, I was alone in the bed and I was covered with a sheet. Senses struggling to clear the residue of sleep, I groaned and blinked as I lifted my head from the plump pillow. Looking both to my left and right, I expected to find Alex somewhere, but there was no trace of him. I listened, wondering if he was in the bathroom or the suite’s luxurious living room. However, there was no sound save for my own breathing.
Eventually, my gaze moved to the bedside table to check the time. Only the digital clock was obscured by a note, written on the hotel letter-headed pad. ‘Sorry I’m not there. You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake you. Had some business to attend to, but will try to get back before midday. Love, Alex.’
When he did get back, it was almost two in the afternoon. I had been showered, dressed, and ready for him for two and half hours. He walked in to find me sitting on the couch, my brow furrowed as I tried to follow a Parisian news channel. With my limited knowledge of French, I was relying predominantly on the images.
“Hi,” he greeted me, closing the door and tossing his laptop case into an armchair.
“Hey,” I replied, lifting my face to him. “I was starting to worry.”
“Sorry,” he replied, his features unusually somber. “Something came up,” he offered.
“Something wrong?” I asked, getting up from the couch and shutting the television off.
Alex loosened his tie before unclasping the first button of his shirt. Then, slipping both hands into his pockets, he sighed. “I...umm...promised that I wouldn’t lie to you again,” he began. “In the middle of the meeting, I got a phone call.”
The look on his face told me that he was worried about whatever it was he had to tell me. I waited with dread for him to get it over with, praying that he wasn’t about to rip my world apart.
“I agreed to meet her,” he said, knowing that it would be obvious which ‘her’ he was referring to. “I had planned to just accept the terms she’d been asking for,” he added quickly. “I just want to get this divorce over with, so I can move on with my life.” Fixing his expressive eyes on me, he added, “So we can move on.”
“I’m,” I mumbled, “sensing a ‘but’.”
“She’s no longer satisfied with that deal,” he said, his jaw flexing in that way it did on those rare occasions when he was angry. “She’s demanding more.”
“How can she do that?”
“She’s going to claim that...” he paused, his gaze not quite able to remain on my face, “...I caused the breakup of our marriage by having an affair.”
“I don’t...”I shook my head, trying to make sense of what he’d said. The day before, he’d told me there had been no one else. And, if he had been unfaithful, why was his wife only just bringing that into the proceedings.
“I think she knows it’s not true,” he continued. “She’s just a—” he stopped himself, tossing his eyes to the ceiling. “She’s just spiteful,” he sighed.
The penny slowly beginning to drop, my mouth fell open. “Me?” I asked.
Reluctantly, he nodded, his eyes drifting back to mine. “She’s going to claim that we’ve been seeing each other for months.”
“But we haven’t,” I blurted. “We didn’t even meet until a few weeks ago.”
“I know,” he softly said, stepping forward. “But she intends to say that we’ve known each other much longer, and that I gave you the job so that we’d have more time together.”
“But that’s...” I weakly argued.
“I know,” he repeated calmly. “But it’s her word against mine,” he added, with a shrug.
“So?” I mumbled, my wide eyes searching his. “So, what? You’re just going to let her lie?”
“No,” he instantly responded. “I’m going to fight it, but I just wanted to warn you...” he shook his head apologetically. “Things could get a little messy and, if you don’t want to be a part of that, then...” Removing a hand from his pocket, he slowly reached out and stroked my upper arm. “I would understand,” he quietly announced.
I didn’t know what to say. It was all too much to take in. The rest of our time in Paris was spent with us in separate, and very distant, contemplative bubbles. Alex didn’t push me to reach a decision, and I was too overwhelmed by how quickly my life had become so complicated. Was I prepared to be thrown into the middle of Alex’s divorce?
Chapter Four
During the flight back to New Jersey, Alex spent much of the time on his cell phone. As far as I could make out, he was talking to his lawyer. I offered him privacy, settling into one of the seats at the rear of the plane. Eventually, I drifted off into a fidgety, uncomfortable doze.
“Mel,” his gentle voice nudged, as a warm hand touched my cheek.
I jolted awake, startled to find him leaning over me.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I groggily responded, nodding. “I…I’m sorry, I...” shuffling forward in the seat, I began to rise to my feet. “Did you want something?”
“No,” he quickly replied. “No, it’s just that we’re here.”
“Huh?” I mumbled, turning to the small window and realizing we were on solid ground.
“Err, listen,” he nervously began. “I wondered if it was time we talked. I don’t want to seem like I’m pressuring you, but I also can’t stand this awkwardness between us.
”
“You’re right,” I nodded, smoothing the creases from my skirt. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault-”
“Well,” he interjected, “I’ve been distracted, too.” Giving me one of his sweetest smiles, he shrugged. “I realized something earlier,” he sighed. “This has become so complex, and the truth is, it doesn’t need to be. At least, we don’t need let all that other...crap,” he chuckled, with a sweeping slice of his hand, “affect us.”
I couldn’t help smiling right back at him. He painted a tempting picture, but reality would never match it. “It is going to affect us, though,” I mumbled.
“Come back to my place,” he quickly suggested.
“Alex,” I groaned, shaking my head. “I don’t think-”
“Let’s not think,” he urged, snatching his hand forward and grasping mine. “We’ve done enough of that for a few days.”
A small part of me wanted to argue with him, to tell him that we would just be making things even more chaotic than they already were. But a much larger part just wanted to follow his lead: forget everything and everyone. Before I even registered what was happening, Alex was leading me from the plane and walking me to his car.
It took over an hour and a half to drive into New York, during which time we shared heating glances but very few words. I suspect we were both frightened of breaking the spell.
Alex took my hand once more as he encouraged me to climb out of the passenger seat of his black Porsche 911 and follow him to the elevator in his building’s underground parking lot.
The heavy doors clunking closed, Alex lunged forward. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me with ferocity.
He caught me off guard, but I wasn’t complaining. The tension between us erupted and, as our tongues tangled and groped, we both began pawing at the other’s clothes. Within seconds, my skirt was up to my waist and my underwear was falling down my calves.
Refusing to remove my mouth from his, I uncoordinatedly stepped out of the panties. I’d managed to get Alex’s flies undone and in a panting flurry, I pulled him toward me. One of my legs immediately lifted and I wrapped it around his waist. His hand supported the back of my knee as he jerked his hips forward, entering me in a desperate, sensual thrust.