by C. J. Wells
“I just don’t think it’s something you need to worry about,” he mutters through the delicate brushes of his lips against my skin.
Nothing I need to worry about…“You’ve done something,” I push his shoulders to draw the attention of his gaze. “What did you do?”
His delicious mouth pulls up at the corner before he gently grabs my nape to kiss me. It’s an obvious attempt at distraction, and despite how easily I could give in to it, I brush him off. “Spill it, Tate,” I order with a playful glare.
“Spill what?” he questions coyly, aiming for my neck again. “I haven’t done anything…recently.” He ups the game of his nibbling lips with his caressing fingers down my spine.
“Recently?” I pull away once more, biting the corner of my mouth to avoid giving in to the adorable pout he offers. “Please tell me you didn’t do something crazy like pay my lease out?” I laugh - I was joking. His expression, however, is spoiling the humor. “Alex? What did…?” I trail off, suddenly remembering the day we met with Amira - the way she looked to Alex momentarily when I asked what the rent would be. “What exactly did you and Amira discuss before I came to the flat that day?”
“We discussed you, of course.”
“And…?”
He lets out a defeated sigh with an awkward smile. “Let’s just say, Amira and I came to an understanding about the rent.”
“What kind of understanding?”
“A mutually exclusive agreement.”
“Alex Tate, I swear, if you don’t…”
“I offered to pay her rent for the six months she is away, if she agreed to sublet her flat to…”
“What?”
Smiling, he shrugs.
“Well, that certainly explains the low rent I pay,” I shake my head, unsure if I should be appalled or flattered. “And what exactly would you have done if I hadn’t agreed to go out with you after all that?”
“The thought never entered my mind.” His devilish smile is ridiculous. The man could melt butter.
“Oh, really…cocky much?”
“Not at all, I actually wasn’t thinking that far ahead.” He takes my hand to kiss it. “I just knew I had to make it happen.” The sincerity in his gaze is my undoing, akin to an injection of a mind-numbing drug into my veins. My body reacts to the familiar rush that only he can give me. “The rent you have been paying has been going to a charity that Amira and I agreed upon.”
“You’re incredible,” I shake my head.
“It’s a charity near and dear to my heart,” he begins to explain as though he should, “…however, you can choose your own, now that you know.”
“You really are a wonderful man, Alexander Tate,” I take his face in my hands to kiss his beautiful lips.
“I don’t know about that,” he replies, shyly. “I do, however, know that I would have done whatever I had to, to make you mine.”
And I almost gave you up…my breath hitches at the thought.
“So, back to what we were discussing,” he pulls my lip from its bite with his thumb, caressing my jaw. “Will you move to L.A. with me?”
“Oh, that. I just don’t know…” I play indifference, pretending to fiddle with my hair.
“Aby, I can’t go without…”
“Yes! Of course I’ll move to L.A. with you!” I wrap my arms around his neck, a little too tightly.
“Aby, I…can’t breath,” he mutters playfully.
“We’re going to L.A.!” I jump up on the bed to pull my imagined leap into reality, landing on my side, pulling him into my arms; the bedframe swaying from the impact, its creaks akin to an eerie horror movie sound effect.
“You’re excited about this,” he notes, wrapping me in his arms.
“I’m excited about you…just being with you,” I correct him, melting into his kiss.
“I think you will be excited about Necker too,” he says, pulling away to rain kisses down my neck.
“Necker?” I question, giggling. “Are you suggesting you want to brand me, Mr. Tate? Hickey’s are highly frowned upon.”
“I’m suggesting four days to ourselves on Necker Island,” his lips twist into a smile against my neck.
“What?” I pull back, pushing him away at the shoulders. “What’s Necker Island?”
“You mean, where is Necker Island?” he corrects me with a jovial smirk.
“Stop it,” I give him the stink eye. “You know what I mean.”
“It’s in the British Virgin Islands,” he pauses as though that will clear it all up for me. His devilish grin suggests he’s playing with me, stretching it out to tease. “It’s Sir Richard Branson’s private island.” My slight head shake and neck crane urge him to elaborate. “I took the liberty of hiring the island exclusively,” he finally adds.
“Get out!” I shove his shoulders in awe. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” he chuckles. “Does this mean you want to go?”
“Are you serious?” I repeat in a high-pitched squeal, jumping up from the bed. “When? When are we going?”
“If we fly back to London tonight, we can pack tomorrow and depart for the island the following day. If that works for you?” His charming smile is ridiculous.
“Are you kidding me? Yes, that works for me!”
“Well, you’re not just packing for the island, you have to pack for L.A. as well. We will fly directly there from Necker…”
I jump into his lap, cutting him off with my lips against his.
“So, that’s a yes?” he laughs through my onslaught.
“It’s a hell yes,” I push him down on the bed. Screw the flimsy canopy…
“WOW. THIS IS just…beautiful,” I spin around in place in awe of our stunning guesthouse, nestled in the center of the private island. Decorated impeccably in Bali style, the dark, rich wood accents along the high peaked ceiling is carried through in the dark wood of the furniture, upholstered in off-white linens with added turquoise accent pillows. The open concept exterior walls of retractable glass doors are framed with matching white draperies, allowing the warm breeze to waft through uninhibited. The teal blue ocean beyond goes on forever. “And this view,” I continue, spellbound by it. “It’s breathtaking.”
“Oh, I would have to agree,” his tone is sinfully inviting.
Turning towards him, I’m assailed with the equally sinful, sexy grin he’s flashing me as he bends to prop a suitcase in the stand.
I’d be lying if I said those smirks weren’t getting to me after the very many he’s sent my way since boarding the very first plane to get here - two torturously tempting flights by his delectable side, followed by an incredible ride to Necker Island on a luxury catamaran. To say he looked sinfully heavenly against the backdrop of an ocean that matched his perfect blue eyes, yet paled in comparison to the Adonis of a man, is a serious understatement. And the man can fill out a pair of khakis like no other. Top that with his light blue dress shirt, his hair wind blown and disheveled, the temptation was jarring. It took everything in my being to keep from pulling him below deck to do the things those deliciously curled lips of his were inviting me to. But I’ve lasted this long, and the idea of playing with him - dragging it out a little longer - is turning me on even more.
“Honestly, though,” I pretend to ignore his suggestive demeanor, “…I’m not sure what takes my breath away more, the villa, or the view,” I walk towards the wall of open glass doors.
“There’s no question,” he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, brushing my hair over my shoulder to kiss my neck. “You take my breath away,” he whispers.
Closing my eyes, I lean back into his hold, wrapping my arms atop his at my waist, our fingers intertwining. Nothing could feel better than being in the arms of this man…Except that, my eyes dart open, the feel of his erection at my behind eliciting delicious quivers down my core.
Lust threatens my playful composure as he rains delicious nips and kisses down my neck, the teasing licks of his seductive
tongue on my flesh too much for my body to ignore. Uncontrollably, I arch back, desperate to brush against him. I couldn’t fight the desire he evokes in me no matter how hard I try. I’m his for the taking. Always his.
The feel of his smile against my skin pulls my lips into a defeated grin. He knows the affect he has on me, and I give in to my body’s captive longing to grind against his arousal in needy affirmation.
His breathless growl brushes my ear before he turns me swiftly to face him, his hands caressing my behind. The longing in his gaze is my final undoing. I belong to this man. Mind. Body. Soul.
“I love you,” I whisper, lost in the beautiful blue eyes staring down at me.
“You know what those words do to me,” he whispers on a groan.
His kiss is forceful and sensually erotic as he claims me, wrenching me against him to take the onslaught of his evident desire against my core. I moan through the assault of his perfect lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers lacing in his curls, pulling at his nape for more.
His fingers work sensually up my back beneath my shirt, lifting it in their wake. “I need you, Aby,” he groans with husky desire, the acclamation echoed in the workings of his strong hands and their electrifying glides across my skin.
Reaching my arms beneath my loose blouse, he guides them from my hold of his neck, inciting me to raise them in assistance as he pulls it off over my head. My skin perks in excitement as his fingers glide back down my bare arms, pinning them in his one hand behind my back, bending to devour my décolletage. God, I love when he takes control.
The sensual swipe of his free palm across my breast hitches my breath, releasing my gasp as he aggressively frees my breast from the cup of my bra to the attack of his magical tongue.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pulling back to look into my eyes. “So fucking beautiful,” he grabs my nape, pulling me to his lips.
Frantically, I pull at the buttons of his shirt, desperate in my need to touch him, to feel him bare against me. Every perfect part of him.
The sudden loss of his lips against mine shifts from a flicker of pain to thrilling excitement as he moves to finish what I started, jerking the tucked hem from inside his pants to release the final buttons before peeling it back over his shoulders. It falls to the floor and I reach for him instantly, greedily devouring his perfect form, my fingers hungrily trailing their way down his sculpted chest and abs, and back up again.
He watches me - my gaze torn between his and the delicious path of my touch on his perfect flesh. Touching him is like touching heaven, and I don’t ever want to stop. I couldn’t if I tried. My hands have a mind of their own, and I’m enraptured by their trail of desire. Electric currents squeeze through my core as my palm snakes down his happy trail, gliding over his belt to brush down along his khakis. Reaching his groin I steal a sensual swipe back up along his covered erection, captivated by the effect I have on him, his eyes closing, his head leaning back on a groan.
The return of his lustful gaze catapults my pulse; the desire emanating from his stare so intense, my body jolts from their sinful blaze. His breathy parted lips pull my attention, and I whimper in longing as he grabs my ass, wrenching me roughly against him, lifting me to my toes, his pant-covered cock ramming against my needy sex.
“Jesus, Aby,” he moans through an assault of my neck, his squeezing hold of my ass rocking me against him in a sensual lure that leaves me panting with desire.
His lips and tongue scorch a trail of heat along my shoulder, his hands gliding up my back, making quick measure of unclasping my bra before reaching between us to grab it, swiftly tugging it off. Tossing it aside, he takes possession of one nipple with his lips and tongue, the other with his hand, both teasing and devouring, my head falling back from the pleasure.
He drops leisurely to his knees, pulling me from my euphoric trance, his perfect lips and tongue leaving a quivering trail of puckered flesh down my stomach along the way. I watch through bated breaths as he slowly and sensually glides my skirt down my legs, the onslaught of his tantalizing mouth below my belly button luring my fingers in his tousled curls.
Leaving my skirt in a pool at my feet, his hands glide up the back of my legs, his fingers massaging the cheeks of my behind before gripping my thong. “Fuck, I want to taste you,” he whispers huskily, his lips lingering at the small patch of material shielding my pulsing mound.
“Oh God, Alex,” I moan as he jerks my thong down my legs, his tongue taking teasing ownership of my wet folds, his hands back on my ass, squeezing, spreading me for his pleasure from behind. It’s incredibly sexy to witness his loss of control, on his knees before me, his hand sliding around to work alongside his sinful tongue.
I gasp as he plunges two fingers inside me, sucking my clit into his mouth. I can’t take my eyes off what he’s doing to me, and as his eyes find mine, I loose my breath completely. His beautiful baby-blues mesmerize me with their sparkling desire, his tongue teasing my engorged bud, his lips curled sinfully up at the corners as he watches me.
“Do you like that, baby?” he whispers, the warmth of his breath like fire on my throbbing sex.
I bite my lip, barely managing a nod through my moans, my frantic agreement inaudible in my lust filled haze, glued to his sinful stare.
He closes his eyes on a groan of his own, the break of his gaze sending my head falling back in abandon as his lips recapture my bud, his tongue lapping in perfect rhythm with his fingers, driving me wild with a slow sensual thrusting.
I grind into his onslaught, riding his delicious mouth and the quickened thrusting of his digits as my orgasm builds. The loss of his lips pulls my gaze once more, and I watch as he licks the finger of his free hand, returning it to my behind, to tease the opening there. My body relaxes, welcoming the temptation of his wickedly delicious assault. The combination of his double penetration, the workings of his lips and tongue, sends me plummeting over the edge, screaming his name as I grip and pull at his hair, desperate to hang on for dear life.
“Fuck, Aby,” he whispers, his hands working ravenously up my body, capturing me firmly in his hold as my legs give out beneath me.
I reply with a string of indecipherable breathless moans, curling into his embrace, his sexy chuckle drawing me back to earth. “That…” I gasp a few extra breaths, “…was incredible.”
“You are incredible,” he strokes my back lovingly, allowing me to come down from my high. “And beautiful…” he whispers, his lips brushing a soft kiss across my forehead.
“I feel beautiful…in your arms,” I mutter through a trembling grin. I’ve never felt more alive, more myself, than when I’m in Alex’s arms. It’s incredibly rewarding and frightening at the same time. He consumes me in every way. And that still scares me.
Finding the strength to lift my head to look up into his eyes, the hunger I find there fuels the quick return of my own. My body is like kindling to his desire, a simple glance holding the power to set me ablaze.
“If you only knew how beautiful you really are,” he shakes his head, his stare burning through my system like wildfire. Consuming me.
Grabbing his face in my hands, I pull his lips to mine, teeth crashing, tongues tasting in desperate longing through his deep sexy growl. My pussy clenches in longing anticipation of his fill, and I reach down, frantically maneuvering the removal of his pants, struggling with the belt buckle in my wanton craze.
“Hold on, baby,” he warns through our kiss, lifting me to stand, my arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively as he carries me to the bed. Its height is inviting as he lays me gently down on my back, my legs spread at his sides as he stands before me, the bed’s high platform aligning my core perfectly for his taking.
Leaning up, I bite my lip in eager yearning, watching him unfasten his belt and pants before bending to discard them with his boxers, his hungry eyes never leaving me. The sight of his ready cock as he stands upright, its tip glistening with pre cum, makes me lick my lips in anti
cipation, followed by my needy whimper at his sensual stroke of his shaft. My eyes dart to his, sapphire passion staring back at me atop his breathtakingly parted lips.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he reaches out to stroke my check, brushing his thumb along my lips, staring into my eyes.
I’m insatiable for this man, as he is for me. Yet every time feels like the first. The best. Our undeniable chemical connection too strong to ever fade.
I swallow hard, trying to remember to breathe, watching his gaze leave mine to follow the teasing touch of his fingers down my quivering tummy, his cock still gripped in his hand amid slow, sensuous pumps. My pussy clenches at the sight, begging for his fill. His hand pauses at my pelvis, his thumb finding my sensitive bud, rubbing in perfect teasing circles that rocket the burning heat in my core.
My body arches into his touch, pleading, enticing, desperate for him. Sensual arousal consumes me as I move to massage my breasts for his perusal. Taunting him as he taunted me. “Take me,” I bite my lip, staring into his eyes before glancing down to his held cock.
His chest rises and falls in his breathless, silent stare, his tongue lingering at his perfect bottom lip. “God, what you do to me,” he groans, brushing his hardness along my wet folds, lining up, teasing my entrance with the tip of his glorious cock.
Oh, God. My core pulses around the engorged head, our gazes locked in the delicious moment. I’m on fire for him, his tantalizing measured pace driving me wild. “Fuck me,” the words fall off my tongue, the order laced with a sensual craving echoed in my body’s bucking for urgency.
He plunges inside, our gasps swallowed in the silence as my body settles around his deep girth. Reaching up, he brushes his thumb along my lip, gently pulling it down and I take it in my mouth, sucking greedily as he pulls his cock back for another forceful thrust.
My lips part on a gasp, his thumb, dampened from my suckling, moving to tantalize my clit amid his incredible pounding thrusts. Over and over, I meet him measure for measure, gripping the bed linen at my sides for momentum, my body tensing from the impending eruption. “Alex,” I scream his name, closing my eyes to euphoric white light as I explode around him.