“The way you move, respond to my touch, Alessandra. It’s intoxicatin’.”
I whimper, and ball the sheets into my fists, trying to keep my composure. He continues his torment, kissing across my hips, up my ribs then across my belly to the other side. He circles around my belly button, the feather like kisses barely touching my heated skin.
“Oh my God, I can’t Miguel,” I whine.
“You can,” he encourages. “Feel my lips, your body relaxin’.”
His voice soothes me, coaxes me into tranquility. I let out a slow breath, feeling the tension in my belly recoil. His lips move higher, caressing the swell of my breasts, kissing around my nipple and then finally the hardened peak.
“Yesss,” I whisper.
He takes a long pull of the tip, tugging it back before he pops off with a loud pop.
“Uhhhhh.”
“Almost, Aless.”
I nod and he moves higher, kissing my collarbone, his lips tasting my neck. I feel him nip behind my ear and I grab onto his biceps, digging my nails into him.
“Now,” I plead. “Please, Miguel, I want you right now.”
He hops off the bed, reaching inside his side drawer and I watch as he rolls the condom on his long, thick shaft. He grins, crawling back on top of my body and his head tantalizes my entrance.
“Miguel…” I warn.
“Let me make sure you’re ready.”
He moves his hand down in between us and runs his fingers through my folds, the sound of wetness bringing embarrassment to my cheeks. I watch as he pops one finger into his mouth, then the other, licking both clean, his eyes never wavering from mine. My cheeks heat even hotter as he groans.
“Delicious.”
I reach between us and line him up to me, moving my body down, wrapping my legs around his waist as I dig my heels into his ass, trapping him against me. He slowly pushes inside me, and I feel my body stretching to let him in, my walls tight, constricting around him.
“Shit,” I pant.
“Am I hurtin’ you?” he asks, his voice tense.
“No, God it feels so good Miguel, you feel so good.”
I cup his face, looking into those green eyes and he smiles, moving his head down, capturing my lips.
I’m lost.
In this moment, my body, heart, soul, every single thing I am is his. He kisses me like there is nothing else in this world he would rather do. His lips move across mine, making love to my mouth just as passionately as his body is doing to mine.
His thrusts are slow and sexual, his rhythm is natural, like it’s been trained to bring me to the brink. How he knows what spots to hit, how fast to move, which way to move, everything he’s doing is luring my body closer and closer to the edge.
My fingers dig into his back as his pace picks up, his hands braced on the bed above my shoulders.
“Come on top. Ride me, Alessandra. I want you to take anything you want.”
I nod as he thrusts one more time then wraps a hand around my back as he flips us over, my giggle bouncing off the walls.
“How did you do that without slipping out of me?” I ask raising an eyebrow, leaning up to look in his eyes.
“My body is in love with yours. It doesn’t ever wanna separate.”
I smile and shake my head as I brace my hands on his chest moving higher. The tip of his cock hits something inside me no one has ever hit before and I gasp, digging my nails into his skin.
“Oh my… fuck!”
“Ohhhh Alessandra. Your mouth is my kryptonite.”
He bucks up into me and I gasp again, my legs already shaking beneath me.
“I can’t… I can’t move I…”
“Take me, Alessandra. Take your release straight from my cock. Ride me until you make yourself come, then come again. I want you beggin' for no more just so I can give you another.”
“Oh Miguel…”
I move my hips, forward and back, Miguel’s stubble on his lower stomach rubbing against my clit and I immediately tense around him, feeling him twitch inside my body as I squeeze him, riding out the waves.
“Yessss,” I chant. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I move frantically on top of him, feeling another orgasm within reach, my legs tensing, my muscles aching down to my toes. I drop down, my chest pressing against his and grind on him, selfishly taking another orgasm from him when he has yet to have one. My body doesn’t care as I pick up the pace, sweat dripping off my forehead onto his chest, my face buried in his skin. I sink my teeth in the side of his neck, feeling another one building, my clit so sensitive from rubbing against his hard body.
His hands go down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks, spreading them wide as he pumps his body up into mine. Our bodies moving uncontrollably, my thighs squeezing his, our breaths loud and ragged.
“Fuckkk,” I groan through my gritted teeth. “One more, Miguel. Give me one more, I’m so close. So fucking close.”
“Tell me...what you need,” he stutters as his hips piston into me at an inhuman pace.
Our bodies slap against each other, the erotic sound bouncing off the wall, curses echoing around the room.
“Come on baby,” he encourages. “I’m gonna come, give it to me.”
“Ohhh yesssss.”
My body collapses on Miguel’s as his arms wrap around my waist, squeezing my body as he pushes up into me, releasing himself into the condom with a loud groan. I stay laying on his chest, my hair stuck to my sweaty forehead, our bodies slick with perspiration. I feel him twitch inside me and I sit up slowly as he pulls out of me.
“That was the sexiest thing I have ever experienced in my entire life,” he smiles running a hand from my neck down past my breasts, resting against my clit.
I jump at the contact and his smile grows wider.
“I… I’ve never experienced anything like that,” I whisper holding his hand, kissing each knuckle.
He watches as he sits up, pulling me further into his lap and kisses my wet cheek.
“I don’t think you have ever looked more alluring than you do in this moment. Rosy cheeks, sweaty hair, the freshly fucked look. I wanna take you again,” Miguel whispers against the skin of my breast.
I smile shaking my head.
“I'm… I’m gonna go take a shower,“ I whisper kissing Miguel on the cheek then getting off of the bed.
“Okay.”
He rolls over to his back and watches me stand from the bed and I smile.
“You're coming with me,” I smirk.
“Right, okay,” he says getting up from the bed quickly.
I lift my hand and he takes it, kissing the top as we walk down the hall to the bathroom.
“You're so damn beautiful, Alessandra. I'm sorry I was a stubborn ass for so long,” Miguel says shaking his head.
“Don't apologize, Miguel, just wash me,” I whisper putting my hands behind his neck.
He kisses me softly then turns on the shower as the warm water rains down on us. I laugh as it pours down my face, pushing my hair in front of my eyes.
“Sorry,” he laughs moving my hair away.
He puts his back in front of the water, blocking the spray and cups my cheeks, kissing me harder.
“Do you realize how many times you apologize to me?” I laugh.
“Do you realize how fuckin’ sexy you are? Do you have any clue how hard you make me? Feel this, Alessandra. I just had you comin’ on my cock, but I want you again,” he says through gritted teeth.
He takes my hand and brings it down to cover his erection and my gasp turns into a moan as I stroke him, eliciting a curse from his dirty mouth.
“I… I never showered with a man before,” I say quickly.
“You haven't?”
“No. Never.”
“The caveman in me is very happy about that. I wanna own so many of your firsts, Alessandra. What else? Tell me and I wanna make it happen.”
He turns, to grab body wash, squirting it into his palms. I watch his movements,
scrubbing his hands together and then placing them on my breasts. I gasp and let out a satisfied moan as he squeezes my nipples, soaping me up then moving down my stomach.
“I… I’ve never used toys with a man before.”
I close my eyes as his hands travel to my back.
“What else?”
“I’ve never pleasured myself in front of anyone. The other morning when you… I… I finished because you walked in. I liked it,” I admit, my body heating up.
“You want to finger yourself in front of me, Aless? You wanna use your vibrator in front of me? You wanna watch me stroke my cock to you doin’ that?”
“Oh my God.”
“What else?”
“I’ve never… no one's ever.. .taken… my ass before.”
Miguel let’s out a slow groan and I open my eyes, watching his gaze darken.
“I’m gonna be the one that takes it, Alessandra. Only me.”
‘Yes,” I agree, nodding my head frantically. “Only you.”
“Anything else?”
His hand slips in between my legs and rubs between my swollen lips.
“Ummm… I’ve never used handcuffs, been restrained or blindfolded…” His fingers rub against my clit and I gasp. “I… shouldn't you be cleaning the rest of my body?” I manage to squeak out.
“You're right.”
He slips his hands to my lower back again and runs them in slow circles on my ass cheeks. One hand slips between my cheeks and he leans down, rubbing my pussy from behind.
“Miguel!” I gasp.
“I'm cleanin’ you, Aless. Let me do my job.”
I can hear the smile he’s trying to hide, and I huff out a breath.
“Your turn,” I say reaching for the body wash bottle.
I squirt some in my hand and rub them together, reaching down to cup Miguel's balls.
He jumps, his hand going to the tile wall next to him.
“Shit!” he groans.
I rub his balls, moving my hand up his shaft as I stroke it up and down, soaping it all up.
I clean around his head and he slams his other hand against the wall, caging me against it as his control starts to evaporate.
“You have no idea how good that feels.”
“Just making sure my man is squeaky clean,” I smile sheepishly.
“Let’s rinse. I’m about to die and you need to rest before my brain takes a back seat and I fuck you against this wall.”
“Miguel!” I gasp. “I swear your mouth.”
“Oh Ms. Thompson, if my memory serves me right, I believe a few ‘fucks’ have dripped from those lips,” he says tracing my bottom lip with his finger.
I smile and bite the tip of his finger as we rinse and then shut the water. Miguel wraps me in a towel as he carries us into his bedroom. We dry off and he throws me one of his t-shirts. I smile, smelling it, then my smile drops.
“That was weird, sorry.”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Your lavender-vanilla scent is ingrained in my nose. I don’t think it’s weird at all.”
I relax as I pull the t-shirt over my head and get into bed, pulling the covers up over my body, watching him pull his boxer briefs up over his thick legs and tight ass.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a phenomenal ass? It’s so big and round. Exactly like that peach emoji. I want to squeeze it,” I say making a squeezing motion with my hands.
He laughs again and plops into bed, motioning for me to cuddle up to his chest.
“No one has ever told me that I have a peach emoji ass, you're the first,” he says smiling, kissing my forehead. “Can I be honest with you, Alessandra? Since that seems to be our trend lately,” he says smiling.
“Of course. I hope you can always be honest with me,” I say turning my body to meet his gaze.
“I’ve never felt this way about a woman my entire life. Not even close. What I feel for you, it’s beyond anything I have ever thought I could feel. That song we danced to, every damn word is true. You are doin’ somethin’ to me, Aless, you're bringin’ me back to life, you’re makin’ me feel like I deserve to be on this earth. I've walked around for years, wonderin’ why in the hell God took Rico instead of me. When you and Peter walked into my studio, I knew y’all were the reason.”
I have tears in my eyes, and I don’t even bother to wipe them away because Miguel’s thumb is there, a sad smile on his face.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“No, Miguel. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I don’t… I’m still wondering how I got so lucky. You’re an amazing man, Miguel. You have made me so happy these past few months, even with all your craziness,” I laugh through the tears.
“Happy New Year my savior, my light in what has been such a dark, dark world.”
His kiss on my lips is soft, loving and I kiss him back, mimicking his passion.
“Best. New. Years. Ever,” I say in between kisses.
He laughs and nods, laying his cheek on the top of my head.
“Goodnight Aless.”
“Goodnight Miguel.”
Chapter 18
Alessandra
“No, we don’t have a backup! You told me you were going to be here, Joseph,” I growl into the phone.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and Lacey lifts her fist.
“Ya know what. We’ll never use you again, I hope you know that. This was scheduled months ago, Joseph. I don’t want to hear any excuses and any event we have in the future you will not be on the list. I can guarantee other companies in the industries will feel the same. Have a great day.”
I click off the phone and let out a frustrated breath.
“Please tell me you have a backup plan,” I groan. “I’m so sorry I didn’t.”
“Rookie mistake but that’s what I’m here for. Your man is gonna take his place. He’s suitin’ up right now,” Lacey says.
“What!” I yell. “Miguel is fighting? Lacey, Xavier Roberts is the cruiserweight champion of the world! What the fu-heck is he thinking?” I yell.
“He’s got it, Ali. Have some faith in him. You don’t know what he’s capable of. He was practically an assassin for Christ's sake,” she whispers through the side of her mouth.
“Oh God! Where is he?” I ask.
“I think in his office gettin’ ready. I’ll man the floor out here, go check on him.”
She gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze as I make my way towards the back offices.
My first big event for Double Play and of course our fighter backed out at the last minute. I've been working on this event for months and Miguel knows how much it means to me. Why else would he throw himself into the ring with Xavier Roberts? I want to junk punch him and kiss him all in the same breath.
“Alessandra, hey!” I hear from behind me.
I turn and come face to face with Xavier and I give him a small smile.
“Ready to go?” I ask cheerfully, pretending I’m not about to puke at the thought of Miguel getting in the ring with him.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. I believe you still owe me a date. After the event?” he asks walking closer to me.
I let out a nervous laugh and shake my head.
“Actually, I’m seeing someone now, I’m sorry,” I say as my back hits the wall.
Xavier puts a hand on the wall above my shoulder and smiles, dipping his head low so we’re eye level.
“Dump him. I promise you, I can show you a better time than any other man on this earth.”
“Xavier, please back up,” I say my voice hard.
“Oh, come on, I know you were feeling me last time. One night and I promise you’ll be forgetting your boyfriend’s name.”
I grit my teeth and put my hand on his chest to push him away before I hear a rough voice from the side.
“I doubt she’ll be doin’ that and I’m sure our neighbors will remind her if she ever does.”
My jaw drops at Miguel’s words
and I furrow my brow. Xavier lets out a sarcastic laugh as he backs away from me.
“A word please?” I say raising my eyebrows at Miguel.
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