“Hmm … sexy … I like that.” She grins. “So … you haven’t been with a girl at all?”
“Not since this,” I say, pointing at my face again.
She grabs my hand and lowers it. “It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”
I swallow when she leans in and places a kiss right on my cheek. It feels weird … weirdly good.
“See? Nothing happened.” She smiles, and it creates goose bumps all over my body.
Fucking hell. Is this even real?
Part of me finds it hard to believe she’d ever like me.
Then again, the look in her eyes is so fucking familiar … like my own when I hunger for more.
My cock twitches as she presses another kiss to my neck, right on top of my scars, and my blood rushes with arousal. Her hand travels down my chest, every movement of her fingers an overload to my senses. As she goes lower and lower, sinking to her knees, it feels more and more like I’m making this up. That I’ll wake from my dream in just a minute.
But then the hardness of my cock against her soft hand pulls me right back into the moment.
I bite my lip as she grasps the base, instantly sending pulses down my shaft.
I hiss, and as I look down, I spot her gazing right back at me. The racy look in her eyes makes it hard to swallow.
When she moves her hand completely along my length, I almost fall against the wall behind me.
“Stop,” I say.
She frowns. “Why?”
But I don’t know an answer to that question, so I just stare at her.
The only thing I do know is that it feels wrong.
Wrong that she’s now touching my cock while I kept her as my prisoner.
Wrong because it feels like she’s pretending to like me … only because I like her.
Or maybe it’s just wrong because my mind has been wired to think that way … to assume no girl could ever want me.
But that look in her eyes as she gazes up at me … It unravels me.
“You don’t have to hold back,” she murmurs with those sweet lips. “I know you need it.”
“I need it. Fuck, I want it so badly,” I say, rubbing my face with my hands.
My cock springs just from the thought of her lips wrapped around it.
“Then let me do this,” she whispers, her fingers slowly rubbing me.
I tense up. “It’s wrong. You’re not …”
“I’m doing exactly what I want,” she says, licking her lips at the sight of my cock. “Now, tell me what you want. Don’t lie. Tell it to me straight.”
For a second, I contemplate telling her I want her to leave for her own sake.
But then I feel her fingers tighten around my base, and the selfish beast in me takes over.
I’ve waited so long, thinking I’d never feel another woman touch me like this again … I can’t say no.
I don’t fucking want to say no.
I don’t want her to fucking stop—I never did.
“Fuck. I want to fuck you so badly. But I’m … fucking afraid I won’t even make it to your pussy before I explode all over you.”
She grins, wrapping both her hands around my cock, jerking me off even harder.
“Fuck, it feels so good. I just want to fucking come all over your face,” I whisper, letting it all out. “I can’t believe I’m saying this shit. It’s wrong, but fuck, you make it feel so right.”
She giggles. “I love it.”
“Love what? My cock?” I muse, looking down at her.
“Love your dirty words. Love how you’re just letting go at the moment.”
“I’m just doing what you told me to do.”
“And I’m telling you to enjoy,” she says, biting her lip as she makes me groan.
“I’m not gonna last long,” I say.
She smiles slyly. “Hmm … but what if you could?”
“What do you mean?” I raise a brow.
“Maybe you should tell me what to do too,” she muses, raising her brows too.
A devious smile spreads across my lips, and even though it feels wrong, I still go with it. “Open your mouth,” I say.
She eagerly complies, her pretty lips parting as if it comes naturally to her.
I grip her head and pull her closer until her lips hover over my cock … and then she closes them, her tongue pressing against my length. I can feel the metallic head of the piercing bobbing against me, stimulating me to the limit. I almost come, right there and then, but her cupping my balls stops me. I groan with delight as she massages them while licking me from top to bottom. It’s been so long ago that I still shiver from every little lick, but it only adds to the pleasure. Especially when she starts to suck.
Fuck me; she can suck, all right.
I can’t even stop myself from gripping the back of her head and pushing her farther in; that’s how good she is. Her tongue licks all around my cock, making me groan hard. I take a fistful of her hair and shove my cock farther down her throat. For a second there, I worry I might be too big for her, but she doesn’t fight me … She keeps letting me in. I almost feel guilty for doing it, but I can’t stop myself.
Not anymore.
Her lips drive me crazy.
Drive me to thrust into her throat.
And her pleading eyes tell me that she wants the exact same thing.
Fuck. Me.
Groaning out loud, I push her to the wall and push my cock down her throat to the base, making her gag. Her eyes never leave mine, even though it must be hard to breathe. For a second, I think I should ease down, even though it may seem impossible, but then I notice her hand moving down her body … to her pussy.
I watch her as she starts stroking herself, moans escaping her mouth as I thrust back out.
And back in again full force.
I want to fuck her.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep down her throat.
Feel my cum drip down her tongue.
Watch her come from my moans.
Fuck, I want it all.
“I’m gonna come,” I murmur.
Water drops fall from my hair and onto her pretty face. “Yes,” she moans between my thrusts. “Come in me. Come in my mouth.”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything sexier.
I pump as hard as I can, filling up her mouth until she gasps for air, and then some. My cock grows stiffer each time, my veins pulsing with need and my balls squeezing together.
“You ready?” I growl.
She nods. “Give it to me.”
That’s it.
Her excitement pushes me to the edge.
I howl like a goddamn wolf as the seed spurts from my cock and into her mouth, coating her tongue with saltiness. She struggles from the amount that gushes into her, gulping it down as it keeps coming. I thrust again, three times, until my cock is sated and slips from her lips.
I’m panting … and she swallowed it all.
Damn.
My body trembles, and I grab the wall to stay steady.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I look down at the girl between my legs.
Her eyes are watery, but there’s a clear smile on her face. Her tongue even dips out to lick the last bit of cum from her lips.
I can’t believe she just let me do that. Is she out of her mind?
“I …” I don’t even know what to say.
“Don’t say you’re sorry. I wanted this. I like it … a bit rough,” she says, biting her lip. “And you tasted so fucking good. Mmm …”
Rough … I like the sound of that.
I always used to be rough … back when girls still wanted me.
I’d gotten so used to my own hand lately that I didn’t realize how much I missed this.
How much I miss fucking a girl like she’s all mine.
I hope she didn’t mind. She says she wanted me to fuck her, but I don’t know if it’s true … If it’s not just to get even. If it’s not just because I saved her … so she can leave.
“I can see that frown, you know,” she says. “Stop thinking so much. It’s not good for you.”
I laugh. “Always the smart mouth …”
“Just don’t think I’m only doing this out of pity. I’m not. I did it because I wanted to do it … and I liked it. So there.” I smile at her.
Does she really want me, after all? Or just my cock?
One thing’s for sure … I can’t just keep on taking. Sometimes, you gotta give back too.
My finger brushes along her lips, and I smile, saying, “Your turn.”
Chapter 12
Alexis
His fingers curl around my chin and force me to stand. The look in his eyes has suddenly changed. It surprises me … catches me off guard. It’s a look of pleasure … insatiable need.
Like now that he’s had a taste, he only wants more.
And for some reason, it doesn’t scare me, even though it should.
I gave him something he hadn’t felt in a long time; I can feel it in the way he touches me and looks at me … He’s completely obsessed. And it’s exhilarating, fueling my desire for him too.
My pussy thumps from just his fingers gently brushing across my cheeks, and I wonder why.
I’ve never had such a strong reaction to a man, let alone a scarred one.
But that’s just it.
His scars.
They make him even more attractive in a strange way.
Make him different from all the other men I’ve ever been with.
He doesn’t take without permission. He doesn’t want me and all the other girls just because he can … He wants me because he can’t have me.
Except I’m not sure about that last part anymore, which freaks me out.
When he asked me to stay, I could sense he needed it, and I wanted to give that to him. Not just out of pity or because I needed to return a favor … I wanted to do it.
I stepped into that shower and sucked him off because I felt like it. Because I craved him.
Fuck.
I never crave guys.
So then, why do I crave him?
My pussy thumps again, and I want to swat his hand away, but then he suddenly grabs my arms and pulls me out of the shower.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I say, as he puts me near the door and grabs two towels, throwing one at me.
“Taking you to my bed.”
My eyes widen, and I swallow back the lump in my throat, my pussy thumping … again.
Why does it sound so hot when he says it like that? Fuck.
He grins when he sees my flustered face, and I immediately frown. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you know what I feel.”
“Who says I don’t?” He throws the towel over his head and rubs his hair dry, but I still see his stupid grin.
And the huge cock that dangles between his legs.
The same cock that just exploded in my mouth.
God, this is so screwed up.
I wrap the towel around my chest, suddenly aware of the fact that I’m completely naked, even though I never get like that around men. Around clients.
But I guess he’s no ordinary client anymore. Not now that I’ve willingly sucked his cock without expecting anything in return. The same cock that belongs to the man who exchanged my life for my sister’s just like that.
Fuck. I should’ve run when I still had the chance.
“Don’t think so much,” he muses, as he wraps his towel around his hips, hiding the yummy lick-stick. No. No, Alexis! Don’t you fucking think like that. I slap myself.
“And don’t slap yourself,” he says, laughing a bit.
“It’s not funny,” I say. “And why are you using my own words against me?”
“Because you obviously need to hear ‘em too.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but then he comes toward me. I can already imagine him putting his hands on me again, and it turns me right into a puddle. I don’t do puddles. What is wrong with me?
“What’s wrong, Lexi?” he asks, as places his hand on the wall behind me, the other tipping my chin up.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong,” I say, but I can’t seem to hide that damn shivering lip.
He leans in, placing his forehead against mine. “Having second thoughts?”
“No,” I say. “Regret isn’t part of my life. Ever.”
“Good.” His thumb brushes across my lip again, and for some reason, I can stop imagining it’s his lips instead. “Because I don’t regret it either. You told me not to. And do you remember why?”
“Yeah …”
“You said you wanted me too,” he whispers, leaning in even farther until I can feel his hot breath on my skin again.
“I did,” I whisper.
My eyes close automatically, already able to taste him even though he’s not touched me yet. Fuck me; I’m really done for. I can’t fight this, even though it feels wrong.
“Tell me then. Tell me that you want me,” he whispers, his tongue darting out to swivel across my top lip. “Tell me the truth.”
My body arches toward his. “I do … I want you.”
“You want my body … my cock … and that’s okay, Lexi. If that’s all you want, I’ll take it. It’s more than nothing. It’s more than I’ll ever have … more than I’ll ever deserve.”
He’s right. I want his body, his cock, and for now, that’s all I’ll admit to wanting because admitting to more would mean my world is crumbling, and I’m not sure I want that yet.
“I want you … and that means a lot,” I say.
“I know,” he says, the left side of his lips quirking up. “I know what it means. Because you’re that type of girl, right? The girl who doesn’t love.”
I smash my lips together. He reads me like a fucking book.
“Doesn’t make our fucking any less great …” he murmurs, placing a kiss next to my lips, coaxing me to lean in. “Doesn’t make our kisses any less powerful.”
When his mouth touches mine, I’m lost to him.
Lost to his touch, his taste, his overpowering lips.
God, he was right when he said it was powerful.
His mouth is like a fucking magnet; I can’t fight the pull.
My mind and heart may not like it, but my body wants him. My hands weave their way through his tousled, wet hair as he sucks on my bottom lip and makes me moan into his mouth.
“Fuck … take me,” I groan, kissing him back just as hard.
“You sure ‘bout that, Lexi?” He pulls away the towel around my chest in one go.
“Yes, anything you want, just do it to me. Now,” I murmur against his husky lips.
He gives me a sexy smile and then kisses me full on the lips again. When our mouths part, I struggle to breathe; my lips are red and raw and I want more of him.
“You want my lips on your mouth,” he whispers, kissing me again. “On your neck.” He travels down. “On your beautiful tits.”
When he grabs them and presses a kiss between them, my legs quake and I’m sure my pussy is wet as fuck. “Fuck, yes,” I moan.
“Licking your sweet nipples,” he murmurs, suckling on my hardening tips. His lips move down my belly, planting soft kisses everywhere. “On your soft, wet pussy …”
When he presses a kiss on top of my clit, I whimper.
“I’m not the only one who hasn’t been touched in a while …” he murmurs.
“Not true. Guys just don’t usually lick me. That’s—”
His tongue smashing onto my pussy interrupts my sentence.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
It feels so fucking good.
He’s right, though; how long has it been? Weeks? Months? A year? I can’t even remember the last guy who actually wanted to lick my pussy. When I sold my body, all they did was fuck me or make me dance or suck them off … but they never
put their tongue between my legs.
But fuck me; I’ve missed this.
He sucks relentlessly, his tongue swiveling through my slit as if my pussy tastes like honey. His hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into my skin as I struggle to stay standing. He sucks and licks, alternating speed and position, driving me completely insane.
No, screw that, I already am for allowing him to do this … but fuck me; I’m not stopping him now.
I moan out loud when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks hard. He looks up at me from under his lashes, which only turns me on more. I feel watched … in a good way. It reminds me of our first meeting. Hot. Sweaty. Sexy. Just the way I like it. Just the way I need things to be in order to forget.
I let go at the moment—my legs spreading as he nudges them apart, allowing him entry. He groans into my pussy, setting off all my senses like alarm bells firing through my body. It’s so freaking hot in here; I can’t even keep my breathing straight.
“Fuck,” I moan, unable to contain myself.
“Oh, I will,” he murmurs into my pussy. “After I’ve made you come.”
Suddenly, he lifts me up against the wall, making me squeal. My body is raised, my legs lifted over his shoulders, and he growls out loud as he dives right back in again. I hold on tight as he licks me off like a beast, grunting and flexing his muscles. If I’d known he’d be so rough, I’d probably have thrown myself at him sooner.
And something tells me that when he’s done with me, I’ll still want more.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for domineering bad boys, and he fits the bill.
My fingers grasp his hair, pushing him closer to my pussy as he ravishes me. My clit pulses with need, wanting his tongue. I want nothing more than his mouth on my pussy right now. I can’t even think straight, so I just moan and hold on tight.
But then he lets out a painful groan and collapses underneath me, still holding me above him so I don’t fall. I quickly grab the sink and lower myself so he doesn’t have to. He’s breathing heavily, his hand immediately reaching for his leg.
“Fuck …” he groans.
“It’s too much for you. You can’t carry me with that wound.”
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he growls at me, but then he licks his lips once he realizes he’s barking. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
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