by Lara Swann
He pulls back, breathing roughly and eyes wild.
“We should get out of here.”
I can’t help the whimper that escapes as the kiss breaks, but I want the same thing, just as much.
The car is waiting for us as we step outside, and this time Alistair doesn’t even wait for the driver - he opens the door for me himself, and then follows me inside.
The moment he’s sitting down, I swing around to sit on top of him, pinning him to the seat and kissing him again. We don’t even wait for the car to start moving before he’s clawing at my dress, pulling the sensuously smooth material up without a care for how much it just cost him - exposing my thighs, and the track of moisture running down them. His eyes heat and my heart pounds hard in my chest.
The car slides out and onto the road, and I have a moment to applaud the skill of the driver who can do that smoothly enough that I don’t even feel the motion - then all I can think about is how good Alistair’s hot skin feels under his shirt, my own fingers pulling and tugging.
“I don’t want to wait.” I murmur.
I can’t wait.
“We’re not waiting, baby.” He growls back. “Hell, we don’t even know what we’re getting back to…I’m not taking the risk of Maddie curled up in the middle of our bed.”
I groan at that - and not the sexy kind. “If we get back to that, I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“You will not…be…sleeping.” He grunts, his mouth tugging and nipping at the tits he just freed, and another wave of need shoots through me at that promise.
“Let’s not risk it, though.” I say quickly. “Just in case.”
He laughs, but there was no way we weren’t doing this, and his hands pull the last of my dress off - leaving me in soaked panties, and an askew bra where he pulled my breasts out from it. While he starts lavishing attention on them, reminding my body of the pleasure of only a few minutes ago, my fingers work the buttons from his shirt - far more nimble with practice - and within a moment, his chest is exposed too.
My mouth meets it immediately, kissing and nibbling at the hard lines of his pecs, down to his abs, and wanting to sink down further.
I end up on my knees before him, even as he growls at losing my breasts right above his face - but he stops complaining the moment I undo his belt, and his cock springs out before me.
I don’t even hesitate - I close my mouth around it immediately, feeling like I’ve been hungry for it all night. All day. My whole life.
It’s hard and thick and I’m out of practice enough that I have to steady myself to control my gag reflex, but then I’m swallowing him down, tasting the flavor that is uniquely his - masculine and rich and hot. My tongue twists around his head as I suck, my hands stroking his balls, and I can feel the weight of his body above me. The power there as he flexes and shifts against me. His hands curl through my hair, but he doesn’t try to control my movement or rhythm, just wants to touch me as I work the sweet, thick hardness in my mouth.
My pussy is throbbing and spasming with it, unable to help imagining what it would be like to have it fill me. To have all of him inside me, taking me hard. I couldn’t believe how hot his fingers were earlier, but his cock…his cock is so much more.
By the time he pulls me up again, impatient and full of desire, I’m wet and aching and so totally ready for him that I can barely gasp in a breath.
He rips my panties off, and this time I don’t bother complaining - I’ve given up complaining about that, and really, who could object to someone wanting you that much?
Instead, I’m already there - hovering above him, feeling his cock press against my entrance and clinging onto his shoulders.
Our eyes meet, and then I sink down onto him, gasping out at the penetration, at how full and right it feels - that aching emptiness finally satisfied. I can feel every little bit of friction, his hard cock pressing against my pussy and stretching me, sending sparks through every nerve there until that tingling feeling in my stomach feels like it’s growing to a crescendo.
Then he’s all the way in, and sat like this, he goes so deep that I’m shuddering already, the force of it overpowering me. His hands come around my hips and then it’s not me doing this anymore - it’s him.
He keeps me still as he starts moving his hips - slowly at first, driving me crazy as it starts to build faster and faster underneath me, his hips rocking as he pushes up into me, spears me on his rock-hard cock and my pussy shivers and spasms around him. I’m already sensitive from cumming earlier, and now it’s building again at an incredible pace.
I can’t stop staring at him, seeing the matching lust and passion in his eyes, and the warmth and love behind that. Everything I’ve ever needed. And with him inside me, it’s totally complete.
I’m totally complete.
My mouth finds his again, and this time the kisses are soft and longing, a slow counterpoint to the gradual build inside me - and the rhythm of his deep thrusts.
“I love you, Alistair.” I murmur against his mouth. I can’t stop myself. I can’t stop anything about how I feel.
He groans against me, and I feel his cock pulsing harder deep within me.
“I love you too, baby. More than I could’ve imagined.”
His arms wrap around me and I feel him shift on the seat - then his rhythm picks up, and he’s pounding into me, thrusting deep every time. My eyes widen and I gasp - our kisses becoming more breathy and needy as I grunt and groan with the force he’s using.
“Another…reason…not to wait.” He murmurs, eyes watching mine. “Noise. Can’t scream at home. And baby, I want you screaming for me tonight.”
I groan again, my hips grinding against his as he finally lets my body move with his thrusts, my own hips working to push deeper onto him - wanting and needing more. More of him. More of everything.
I’m so ready to scream for him. I can’t imagine anything better.
And as I feel his cock enter deep, again and again, I can’t help myself anyway. Every part of me feels electrified and ready to explode, and as we climb that hot, intense edge together, I can’t stop telling him how much I love him. How much I love this. How much I need it.
Not just his baby’s momma. But his lover, too. Leah. The girl I used to be.
That’s how he’s made me feel tonight, and I never knew how much I needed it.
“I love…you…god, fuck…ohh, Alistair…”
“Go on, baby. I want to hear my name on your lips. I…want…you…”
He groans, and it feels like his cock has grown impossibly large inside me - full and heavy and so perfect I feel like I could dissolve around it entirely. He doesn’t let up - not for a moment, and as he starts slamming into me and brushing against my clit, I start feeling the tell-tale tingling that tell me he’s got the angle just right. And I’m not going to be able to hold on for much longer.
“Alistair…” I breathe.
“Go on, Leah…let go. Let go for me.” He’s grunting, and I can feel how hard his powerful body is working under me - our hips crashing into each other again and again.
I clutch his shoulders, my eyes closing - and then I throw my head back.
And scream.
It all washes over me, so much more intense than earlier, and my whole body is shaking with the force of the pleasure pulsing through me. I feel him grunt and curse under me, and my eyes open just enough to see the fascinated lust in his expression - then his cock surges into me. One last time. Two. Three. And…
“Oh, fuck.” I hear him under me, and then his cock pulses hard within me, and I feel the warmth of his cum flooding through me, my pussy still squeezing and clenching - aftershocks hitting me, almost as intense as the orgasm.
I’m whimpering, and it takes me a long time to notice, everything within me hot and used and…almost languid. Impossible to control. Impossible to do anything but sit here as we clutch each other - our arms wrapped around each other, our bodies entangled, and our mouths trying desperately to ge
t some breath back even though we can’t stop kissing each other.
“Alistair…”
“I fucking love you, Leah.”
I shudder.
I have no idea how long it is until we’re calm enough for him to help me off his lap - and my legs almost collapse when I try. He finds something to clean us up with - or at least, attempt it.
But I don’t really care - I’m too lost in his arms, in the fact that I’ve not separated from his warm chest since we got in the car. It’s only when the car comes to a stop that I realize he’s trying to help me get the dress back on.
That’s enough to have me sit up, suddenly alert as I panic about the driver coming around.
He chuckles at my sudden rush, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, baby.”
No one comes to try and open the door for us, and I take a deep breath as I lean back against Alistair, trying to get my still muddled body and mind together.
“That was…”
“Incredible.” Alistair finishes for me, his mouth at my ear.
I shudder, another ripple washing through me, and nod.
“Thank you.” I say belatedly. “For the date.”
He laughs again, pulling me back into his arms. I sigh and lean back, letting his chest warm my back and resting my head on his shoulder.
“Can we date forever?” I ask, any filter between mind and mouth completely destroyed in the aftermath of what we just did.
He stills behind me, but I only barely notice.
“Well…” He murmurs, his voice in my ear as one hand gently caresses down my very rumpled dress side. “I’ll take you on as many dates as you like, Leah. Forever. But, no, we’re not dating forever. I want the marriage-and-kids thing too much for that.”
“We already did the ‘kids’ thing.” I say, then my brain semi catches up, and I glance back at him, my brow wrinkling in confusion. “Is that a proposal?”
He snorts. “No, baby. When I propose to you, you’re going to damn well know it.”
Then he kisses my temple, and his voice softens, becomes almost dangerous. “That was a promise.”
I shudder, something in me turning over, and another part wondering whether it’s possible to die of this kind of happiness. It almost feels like it’s the most I could ever ask for, could ever achieve.
Happiness achieved, you win, game over kind of deal.
I don’t know how long we stay there, but eventually I manage to break through that haze of pleasure and semi-thought, and turn around to kiss him.
He laughs. “Are you ready to go inside?”
I nod, then see his ruffled shirt and the sexy disheveled look to his hair…and against all better judgment, desire flickers inside me again.
“Yeah…I’m ready to go inside…” I grin at him, and love the disbelieving tone to his laugh.
He shakes his head at me. “I thought you were completely done, after that…”
“I’m never completely done.” I murmur, shifting forward to kiss him again.
How could I ever get enough of him - or this?
He chuckles again, but it has a deeper tone to it this time.
Then he knocks on the window and the driver finally comes around to open the door.
I blush furiously - Alistair didn’t have to do that, we could’ve got out ourselves, rather than the poor guy seeing us like…well…like this.
But he’s staring very professionally ahead and I can just about pretend he doesn’t have a clue what we were just doing, as I take Alistair’s hand and we walk into the building.
I hope I haven’t got too many stains on me…in too many obvious places. But it’s hard to give a damn, and as we’re riding the elevator up, the giddiness of it all overtakes me.
I pin him against the wall, laughing as he gives me an arch look, but taking his mouth in mine before he can say anything about it. Then his arms come around me and he practically carries me to the apartment door when it dings to a stop.
“Wait!” I suddenly hiss, stopping still.
The days of getting home drunk, all over each other and falling onto the floor to have loud sex right there are so long gone, now.
“Maddie.” I say - and it’s enough to cool him down to the point that we can open the door hand-in-hand. Perfectly civilized…if you’re a little bit generous with what you notice.
We creep in instead, and when we get into the main room, I have to stop with my hand held over my mouth.
The sitting room floor has two single mattresses squashed together, sheets and pillows and blankets everywhere - and on top of them all, Maddie and Tommy. Fast asleep.
I look up to find Mathilda grinning at us from one of the chairs nearby, a book in hand, and then she nods to down the hallway. We walk down into Maddie’s bedroom - where the two single mattresses seemed to have come from, and then she greets us in a low tone. With the kids in the central space in the apartment, being quiet was a better idea than ever.
“You two look like you’ve had fun.” She grins, and I blush again.
Knowing Mathilda, she has a very good idea of what sort of fun that was.
“So do you.” Alistair says with a wry tone, his eyes flicking to the door - and what lies behind it. She chuckles.
“The only way I could convince them to sleep at all was if they had a slumber party. They didn’t want to stop playing with each other.”
“They’re cute kids.” Alistair murmurs, and smiles at Mathilda again. “And I’ll look forward to getting to know Tommy a little better, since he’s obviously pretty important to my little girl.”
Mathilda practically beams back at him, and I smile, squeezing Alistair’s hand.
“If they’re out, we might head to bed. Are you okay in the other spare room?” I ask.
It was the one we’d set up for her and Tommy, and hopefully the devastation left in this one didn’t extend there.
She nods. “Everything’s perfect - and we haven’t had any problems here, either.”
“Thanks Mathilda.” I say. “For looking after them.”
She chuckles, and her eyes flick to Alistair. “Believe me, it was no problem.”
I blush again as I remember whatever agreement they’ve already talked about. But I reach forward and squeeze my friend’s arm - then Alistair and I disappear as quietly as possible into our bedroom. Which isn’t exactly far from where the kids are sleeping.
“What is it?” I murmur, seeing Alistair glancing back through the door with a thoughtful expression before he closes it.
“Oh, I was just thinking that Tommy seems a good kid.” He shrugs, then starts removing his very wrinkled shirt. “I wonder what it would be like to have a son.”
I freeze right there.
“Ohh no.” I say, shaking my head. “I’m not starting a conversation like that with you.”
A slow smile creeps over his face. “Why not?”
He gives me his best innocent look, and I laugh quietly.
“I know exactly where that’s going to end up.”
And I think of his comment earlier.
Marriage and kids.
Kids. Plural.
Not something for us to talk about now. Yet. Not when there’s still so much of life to work out.
“And that’s a problem?” He asks, the smile turning into a grin.
“Right now, hell yes.” I say, kissing him. “I know how impulsive you get.”
He chuckles, then his gaze slides over to the bed.
“Speaking of…I think we have unfinished business, baby.” He starts backing me up slowly. “We got to play the noisy sex game earlier…now let’s see what I can do to you without you making a sound.”
Chapter Eighteen
Alistair
When I wake up the next morning, I’m still on a complete high from our date the night before.
It was one of the best nights of my life.
And even I’m aching the next day, from all the things we did together. I swear I have scratch marks do
wn my back, a bite mark on my chest I don’t even remember getting, and…damn. I’m still horny enough I want to rip Leah’s clothes off and go again, pretty much every moment I see her.
I’m not sure whether it’s a good thing or not that I leave early enough that doesn’t quite happen.
And when I head to the office, some of that urgency shifts, as I remember exactly what happened on the way out yesterday. Something I was very careful to push aside at the time, because I’m not having Barkley saying something like that and then spoiling our time together too - but just because I could ignore it for a time, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten it in the slightest.
By the time I actually get in, the frustration and anger I’ve started feeling whenever I’ve seen him recently has settled into my blood. And as soon as I start walking down the halls towards his office, that starts to seethe.
I don’t say anything to his secretary. I don’t knock.
For the second time in as many weeks.
When I walk in, he’s in the middle of talking to someone else. But I don’t care.
“Out.”
The guy - one of our people from operations, I think - looks up at me in shock.
Glances between us.
And then hurries out of the room.
That gives me some mild satisfaction.
If he’d had more balls - or been more stupid - he would’ve waited for Barkley to agree. But no one wants to deal with me when I’m feeling like this.
I stalk up to Barkley’s desk - for once he doesn’t have his feet on it - and plant my hands to either side, leaning in. I can see the irritation on his face - probably still from that guy’s departure - but I don’t care.
“What the fuck did you say to Leah yesterday?!”
Barkley looks back at me, unimpressed.
“Did she tell you what she said to me?” He asks, derisively.
“Yes, she did, actually. She got it pretty much on point, too.”
His face twists into a scowl, but I’m not waiting for him.
“I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, Barkley, but you back the fuck away from Leah or I swear to god—”