by Rebel Fox
“You taste like pure sin,” he says. “So fucking sweet.”
I whine when he finally pulls away and puts me back together again. I don’t want it to be over, and it’s written all over my face.
Aleks squeezes my chin between his fingers and leans down, hovering over my lips. “Tonight, Ella. Dinner with me, and my cock for dessert.”
2
Aleks
Being unfamiliar with the city of Chicago, I ask my driver to leave fifteen minutes ahead of the scheduled departure time. He tells me that the city is often full of traffic and I have been raised from a young age to understand the importance of punctuality.
Ella, on the other hand, comes tumbling through the restaurant doors ten minutes past our agreed time, and even though I’m irritable, my chest swells with a sense of relief.
There were a few brief moments where I considered that she might not show up at all. When I left her, she refused to bend on my suggestion of being picked up at her residence. She still held onto the ridiculous notion that she might not be able to trust me yet, and it would be better if we just met here.
She still has no idea who I am. And there is something about that naivety in her that I enjoy far too much. I had every intention of walking into her office and sorting through photos of women like a catalogue, picking out the most boring candidate I could find.
I wasn’t prepared to find Ella. With her lush curves and smart mouth and her untouched body. Now, I can’t seem to stop thinking about her. There is only one way to cure this madness, and it’s to fuck it out of my system.
The waiter leads her to our table and she takes a seat across from me with rosy cheeks and an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, traffic was a bitch.”
I frown at her. “Do you always use such language?”
She arches a brow at me. “Really? You’re going to lecture me about that after all the things you said in my office today?”
My cock stirs in my trousers. “What things?”
She glares and shakes her head, but already I can see her nipples hardening through her red dress as she recalls the memory.
Taking advantage of the fact that I’m in a foreign city, and on a much looser leash, I lean closer. “What kind of panties are you wearing for me?”
She fidgets with her napkin. “Who said I was wearing any?”
I smile. This sweet little American firecracker continues to surprise me. Perhaps what my father always said about American women was true after all. They really can’t be tamed.
“Regardless,” I assure her. “I’ll find out soon enough.”
Ella’s eyes move behind me, and confusion takes over her features. My gut clenches when I turn to find a man snapping a photo of me with his phone.
“Do you know him?” Ella asks.
I scowl at the man, and he holds up his hands in apology before scampering away. It isn’t uncommon, but I was hoping I could avoid the spectacle for at least one evening.
“He probably mistook me for someone else,” I say.
Ella doesn’t seem so sure. “Who are you anyway?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said you have a high-profile job. I’m just wondering what exactly that entails?”
“It’s rather boring,” I tell her. “Politics, that sort of thing. I’d really rather not discuss it right now.”
She doesn’t argue, and it relieves me. The last thing I need is for her to find out who I am. I just want one night of freedom before the bomb drops and everything changes. The minute she discovers my position, her personality will undoubtedly change drastically as she fawns all over me and professes to be everything I’ve ever wanted.
That is the way it always goes, and I don’t want that with Ella. I want the fantasy. The woman who talks to me in a way that no other woman would ever dare. The one who tells me to get out of her office and refuses to bow to my every command. I like that about her. And for five whole minutes of my life, I will enjoy the easy banter.
“What’s good here?” Ella asks as she peruses the menu.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been.”
She glances at me again. “Really? Then why did you choose this place?”
“Is there something wrong with it?”
She shrugs. “It’s just a little over the top. I think we’ve already established you’re getting laid tonight, there’s no reason to throw down this much cash beforehand. It makes me feel a little strange.”
Releasing my menu, I give her my full attention. “How so?”
“I don’t know.” She chews on her lip. “Just kinda dirty or something. Like you’re trying to buy me off.”
“That isn’t what I’m doing at all,” I assure her.
“Well you already said that’s the kind of relationship you have with women,” she points out. “But just so you know, I’m not like that. I’m here for… well I don’t know exactly what. I would say your company, but you are pretty arrogant. So, let’s just call this what it is. We are both here to enjoy each other for a night. No fancy restaurants or wining and dining necessary.”
Her words throw me off my game. She’s right of course. This is what I would usually do with a woman. This is what most women expect from me. But I don’t know any other way, and it unnerves me that she’s made the situation uncomfortable by bringing it to my attention.
“Would you rather we go somewhere else?” I ask.
“Where are you staying?” she replies.
“You want to go to my hotel?”
“Eventually.” She smiles. “But we can grab something to eat along the way first.”
“Oh.”
It makes sense, but now that she’s made her declarations about the upscale restaurant, I’m a bit hesitant to tell her where I’m staying.
“Why don’t you just tell me where you like to eat,” I suggest. “My driver can take us anywhere we want to go.”
“You have a driver?” she questions.
I give her a stiff nod.
Ella taps her fingers against the table while she deliberates, and then her face brightens. “I know the perfect place.”
“Very well.” I stand up. “Then shall we?”
Thirty minutes later, in a completely different part of the city, Ella tells the driver to stop in front of a restaurant with bright red and yellow signage.
“This is the place?” I ask.
“Trust me, you’re going to love it.”
Before the driver or I can even get around the car, Ella has already bailed, and the manners ingrained in me stir my irritation once more.
“Would it kill you to let me show you an ounce of chivalry?” I ask as I join her on the sidewalk.
She blinks and appears confused by my question. “You mean opening my door?”
“Yes,” I answer. “Opening your door. Picking you up this evening. Taking you to nice places. Where I’m from, these things are customary.”
Ella laughs. “No offense, Aleks, but if I’m not mistaken you were on your knees servicing me just this afternoon and now you want to talk about chivalry?”
“That is chivalry,” I smirk.
She shakes her head and soft, loose strands of blonde hair frame her beautiful face. It feels so easy with her. I don’t know why or how, but it does. She feels like a breath of fresh air that I’ve been starving for my entire life.
I take her by the hand and lead her inside the restaurant that appears to sell two options according to the menu. Burgers and hotdogs.
Ella orders our meals with practiced efficacy, and without asking I realize this is a place she often frequents. If my father could see me now, eating a hot dog in my three-thousand-euro suit, he’d probably have a cardiac event.
“Good, huh?” Ella groans as she bites into the juicy meat, and my dick is so hard I can’t seem to focus on the food itself. I’m sure it tastes fine, but all I can think about is being inside of her.
“It’s interesting.”
“I get the
feeling you don’t come to places like this very often.”
Her statement sounds like a path down a rabbit hole into which I have no desire to venture right now. So I change the trajectory of the conversation entirely with one sentence.
“Ella, hurry up and finish your hot dog. I want to fuck you now.”
3
Ella
We barely make it out of the building before Aleks grunts and takes me by the hand, leading me not in the direction of the car, but the alley between buildings.
“Where are we going?”
His answer is to press me against the brick, hoisting my legs up around his hips while his mouth slams into mine. I whimper at the ferocity of his sudden need for me, and he grinds his hard dick against my panties, his tongue tangling with mine.
My heart flutters and butterflies erupt in my stomach as my hands curl into his silky brown locks of hair. Aleks is not like the boys I’ve been with before. He is all man. A man that I have a feeling is going to be more dangerous than the rest.
Nerves make me weary of going through with this. I know it’s what I want, but I’m afraid I won’t survive the aftermath.
“Aleks,” I moan.
He continues to grind his hips against me in a calculated way, his lips hot against my ear when he whispers his command. “Come for me, Ella. I want you wet.”
The friction alone undoes me, and like a puppet, I do as he commands. I shatter against him, sagging into his arms. He kisses my throat and helps me to my feet, a new mission in mind.
“Let’s go to my room.”
The city is a blur as we drive, and all I see is him. Handsome, strong, fit. I have an eagerness to see his naked body moving inside of me that I have never felt before. And for a brief moment, I wonder how a man like this could still possibly be single.
Those questions are laid to rest when the car comes to a stop. I feel like I’m in a daze as he leads me through the hotel lobby and into an elevator before arriving at his room. Around me, the scenery has changed. In the back of my mind, I’m aware that this is a luxury hotel. More questions spring to mind, but there isn’t time to voice them. The door opens, and Alek’s deep, commanding voice is the only thing I hear.
“Turn around.”
I turn, and his warmth presses against my spine as his lips caress the nape of my neck. Expert fingers guide the zipper of my dress all the way down to my lower back, exposing my skin to his heat.
“You have beautiful skin,” he whispers. “Soft. Delicate. Sweet.”
My eyes flutter shut, and I surrender to the sensations around me. His hands on my body. His nose dragging down my throat. Fabric skates over my skin, and my red dress pools around my feet. Next comes the white lace bra and panties, and even though I’m fully naked with the exception of my black heels, I don’t feel uncomfortable at all in his presence.
“Fucking perfect,” he grunts.
He hoists me into his arms and I squeak as he carries me to the bed. Splaying me across the covers, his molten eyes meet mine as he shrugs out of his jacket and makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt. His eyes are heavy, and I’m intoxicated by the sight of watching him this way.
Strong, muscular arms shrug out of the white dress shirt, revealing a slab of perfect abs and a low-cut v shape leading down to his pants. I try to remember to breathe as he flicks open the button on his trousers and slowly undoes his zipper, eyes never leaving mine.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
The question sends shivers all over my body. Should I trust him? I don’t know. But the answer is a yes. An unequivocal yes. And I tell him as much with a small nod.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Don’t be alarmed. It’s going to seem a little overwhelming, but I can assure you that you will feel nothing but pleasure tonight, sweet Ella.”
I’m not really certain what he means until he tugs off his briefs and a ginormous, throbbing piece of pure male flesh springs forth.
I gasp, and he gives me a lazy grin. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life. And he wants to put it inside of me. Worry takes over my mind when he comes forward, but he is quick to lay it to rest.
“Just remember what I said.” He lowers his body on top of mine, his lips hovering centimeters from mine. “Trust me. That’s all you have to do.”
I nod again, and his hand trails down the curves of my body, settling between my thighs. Another masculine sound emanates from his chest as he drags his fingers through my arousal.
“You’re so fucking wet for me already,” he murmurs.
My head relaxes into the pillow as his fingers start to work me over, circling my clit. It feels so good, and yet so sensitive. This is more action than I’ve ever given myself in one day.
Aleks kisses my throat and works his way down to my throbbing breasts. When his teeth scrape against my nipple, I cry out, and he dips a finger into my wet hole.
“Yes, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m going to eat these soft, beautiful tits until you come on my fingers.”
I stroke his hair and writhe beneath him as he does what he promised. His lips move over my breast, suckling at my nipple like it’s his last meal. My core clenches, and blackness starts to overtake my vision as my world spins wildly out of control. It’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced. It’s terrifying and liberating at the same time. And this time, when I come, I squirt all over his fingers.
He hums his approval, the sloppy sound of him finger fucking me continuing on until he’s squeezed every last ounce of pleasure from my body. I’m wrung out and lifeless, but perfectly sated when he kisses me again, grinding his cock against the wetness between my thighs.
“You’re so big,” I murmur. “I’m nervous.”
He cups my cheek in his palm and shakes his head. “Don’t be, Ella. I will take care of you. You have my word, and a Taylor never goes against his word.”
I blink up at him. “Taylor, is that your last name?”
His body stiffens as if he’s revealed too much before he dips his face forward and starts to pepper my throat with kisses.
“It doesn’t matter,” he grunts between. “This is all that matters right now.”
The only thing I can feel is his strength as his body comes closer and closer to mine. He is warm. He is sinfully masculine and deliciously dark, and I want him inside of me more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I know it’s going to happen soon. The head of his cock is so close my body aches to suck him inside. But in the haze of our urgency, I almost forgot one thing.
“Do you have a condom?”
Aleks bobs his head upward with a lazy smile, his hips still grinding against me. “A condom?”
I nod.
His answer is to push his cock into my hole, penetrating the sacred barrier I have carried for far too long. I gasp and cling to his body, nails digging into his back.
“No condom, Ella,” he murmurs. “I’m fucking you raw.”
I whimper, and he soothes me with his voice, touching my face, giving me time to adjust to the sheer size of his throbbing hard dick inside of me. It feels like I’m being stretched wide open.
“Just relax,” he says. “It will get better.”
When I glance up at him, I briefly wonder just how many times he’s done this. How many other girls has he taken for the first time?
He smiles as though he’s reading my mind and shakes his head. “You’re the first. I don’t make it a habit to take what isn’t mine.”
“Then why me?” I ask.
“Because I want you to be mine,” he grunts.
He pulls back and shoves forward again, and I cry out. It’s raw and it’s intense, feeling him this way. There are so many things I should be thinking about right now, but all I can focus on is that I want more.
“Oh, fuckkk,” he groans. “You’re so tight. So wet for me. I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my come all night long.”
I don’t believe him. Or maybe, the logical and sensible part of me just doesn
’t want to. He will pull out. He has to. That’s what I keep telling myself as he pistons his hips in and out of me. Slow and fast, hard and soft. I never know what to expect next. He keeps coming at me. Fucking me and kissing me and then fucking me some more.
His lips and hands and tongue worship my body while I claw at him like I never want to let him go. We are a mass of tangled heat and want and sin, and nothing has ever felt so good.
His breathing grows labored, and the sounds that come from deep within his chest are pure agony. When his eyes fall shut, he trembles, and I know this is it. He’s going to pull out and spray me with his come, marking my body.
Except, he doesn’t.
He buries himself as deep as my body can take him and shudders out his release, long and painfully slow, emptying his cock for what feels like forever and filling my womb with warmth.
“Aleks?” I squeak as he collapses on top of me, breathless. “You just came inside of me with no protection.”
“I know,” he murmurs against my chest. “And I’m just getting started, Ella.”
4
Aleks
Ella has never looked more beautiful than she is sprawled out across my king size bed, naked and stuffed full of my seed. Her golden blonde hair haloes her face against the silk pillow, eyes shut with exhaustion.
I scrub a hand through my hair as I watch her from the doorway of the bathroom. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I lost control. I made an impulse decision that could jeopardize my entire career. This wasn’t the plan. I was supposed to come here and find a wife that I could tolerate. She would be the one to bear my children, not Ella.
Not this beauty who continues to tempt me, even in her sleep. I know that when morning comes, I won’t be able to help myself. I will take her all over again. I will give into her, and that’s a problem.