Alec's Dream

by Riley Edwards

  “You like that, Macy?”

  Her head bobbed but Alec wanted more. He needed her to be free to express and demand whatever she wanted. Needed her to take it without awkwardness.

  “Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

  “You,” she muttered.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  Alec’s thumbs brushed over her pebbled nipples before he gently plucked and pulled, increasing pressure until she moaned her delight.

  Oh yeah, she liked a little pain.

  “Tell me, baby, nothing’s off-limits. Tell me what you want.”

  “You inside of me.”

  His right hand left her breast, moved between her splayed thighs, through her folds, and teased her wet center.

  “Goddamn, you’re wet,” he groaned. “Is this what you want, my finger inside of you?”

  Alec eased the tip of his middle finger into her pussy and watched closely as her eyes fluttered and her hands still on her breasts, shook.

  “Tell me, baby, I’ll give you anything you ask for. If all you want is my fingers in your pussy getting you off, then that’s what you’ll get. You want me to add my mouth and lap up every last drop as you come in my mouth. You want my cock, all you gotta do is say the word. You’re in control, Macy. Anything you want, sweetness.”

  Still circling the tip of his finger in her slick heat, sweat broke out on Alec’s forehead from the amount of exertion it took to hold himself back. He’d never offered control to another woman. Not that he’d ever take what wasn’t offered, but he was the one who dominated. Part of him needed Macy to guide them this first time because he needed to know she was on board with where they went and what they were doing. But a large part was, he simply wanted to hear his sweet, shy Macy talk dirty. He wanted her to shed the uncertainty—stop hiding and take what she wanted.

  He needed her to own her desires before he claimed them as his own.

  “I want your fingers.”

  Without waiting, he slid the digit deep before pulling out and sliding two back in and pinching her nipple.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered.

  “Keep those beauties propped up for me, Macy,” Alec instructed and lowered his head.

  He flicked his tongue over the erect nub, giving her only a preview before he stopped to ask, “More?”

  “Yes!”

  Alec smiled and got down to it, working his fingers in and out of Macy’s tight, wet pussy, his mouth latched onto her nipple, drawing it deep. Her back arched, a moan slipped past her lips, and her hips jolted.

  “You want more?” he inquired, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the washer.

  “Please.”

  Goddamn. Hearing Macy's sweet plea nearly made him lose his mind. The scent of her excitement filled the small room and his cock ached to get free.

  “Need you to come for me, Macy.”

  He twisted his wrist, his fingertips now curling up, massaging the slightly rough tissue, and he knew he found the spot when Macy jumped and tried to jerk away.

  “Ride it, baby, don’t pull away.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Oh, yeah you can.”

  Alec ground his palm against her clit and kept at her sweet spot until her inner muscles started to spasm. He wanted to watch her face as she exploded but he wanted her crazy with it more, so he lowered his mouth back down and scraped his teeth over her nipple, biting her just shy of too much.

  “Alec. More. Please.”

  His name on her lips as she begged him for more turned him inside out.

  Alec gave her more of everything. His mouth, his hand, and if she’d asked, he would’ve bared his soul. Macy’s pussy rippled around his finger, liquid heat dripped down his hand, and her entire body quivered.

  Christ. Fucking hot.

  He stopped rubbing her clit, slowed his thrusting fingers to a gentle glide, and kissed over each breast thinking how much he’d love to watch them jiggle in his face as she fucked him. They were the perfect size—overfilled handfuls.

  “More,” Macy moaned.

  Alec’s cock twitched and his hand on her hip flexed.

  “What do you want, sweetness?”

  “You.”

  “You have me. So you’re gonna have to be specific. You want my mouth?”

  He gave her a moment to gather her thoughts. He still felt the last tremors of her orgasm under his lips and he continued to pepper her chest and neck with kisses. The need to touch and taste her overwhelmed him. He wished they were in his bed where he could sprawl her out and feast for hours. But even that wouldn’t be enough—he’d never get enough. That should’ve worried him. However, as the knowledge washed over him, there was nothing but a deep desire to keep Macy forever.

  Macy’s hands abruptly went into Alec’s hair, and with a savage yank that made his dick weep in excitement, she pulled him closer, her lips going to his ear.

  “I want your cock inside of me. Now, Alec, I need you.”

  Every muscle in his body locked tight as he strained not to come. His sweet, shy Macy’s whispered words were hands down the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever heard.

  Alec got his jeans undone and pulled apart just enough to get his cock free, donned the condom and notched the head of his cock at her opening and stilled.

  “Scoot yourself to the edge.” With one hand wrapped around his pulsing shaft keeping himself lined up and the other one on her hip, he waited for Macy to move forward, and as she did, she took more of his cock. “Want your mouth, baby.”

  “Take your shirt off first,” she demanded. “I want to feel you.”

  Alec pulled the tee over his head and tossed it. There was no missing the appreciation in Macy’s gaze as her eyes roamed over his chest. Finally going lower, she paused, taking in their connection.

  As much as Alec wished they were in a bed, the washing machine was the perfect height.

  “Watch,” he ordered as he slowly fed her more of his dick. “So fucking sexy watching your pussy take me.” Alec pulled back and groaned. “Fuck, Macy, my cock coming out coated in your cream is enough to make me come. Just seeing your excitement is enough. You wanna watch some more?”

  “Yeah.”

  Alec set a slow leisurely pace even as the need to pound into her clawed its way to the surface. He tamped it down and gave her what she wanted giving in to the sheer wonderment of being inside of her. He felt the rightness of their connection on the left side of his chest as it burned deep, branding him, marking him. Even if she didn’t know it, Macy owned every part of him.

  His hands dug into her hips as both of them watched, transfixed on her pussy swallowing his cock, over and over until he couldn’t take it, his orgasm simmering close to boiling over.

  “Need more, Macy,” he grunted.

  “Take whatever you need, Alec.”

  The deep inhale meant to calm his racing thoughts only spurred Alec on.

  “Christ, you smell good. Can’t wait to lay you down, eat your pussy until you scream.”

  Her center flooded, and with each thrust, liquid leaked down his thighs. Goddamn, she was perfect.

  “Gonna fuck you now, baby.”

  Macy nodded but he cupped her jaw, holding her still, forcing her to keep his eyes.

  “If I’m too rough, you tell me.”

  She tried to nod again, but with Alec holding her hostage, she was compelled to answer, “I will.”

  “Now kiss me.”

  Macy’s mouth touched his and he drove deep, the force of his thrust pushing her back onto the washer.

  “Hold on to me,” Alec demanded and her legs tightened around his waist, her hands went to his back, and her nails raked down to his ass and he grunted his pleasure. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

  Alec let go, allowing himself to take everything he needed. He pounded in harder, faster. Macy took it, her tongue dueled with his until her pussy spasmed, and she moaned into his mouth. Two more thrusts and Macy’s inner muscles tightened impossibl
y and clutched his cock, sucking his orgasm free and he was spilling into the condom. Dizzy with pleasure, he slowed the kiss, giving her lazy swipes of his tongue until he pulled away and kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, down to her jaw, then let his face fall into the crook of her neck, needing a minute to recover.

  Macy hummed her satisfaction and slid her palms up his back. As good as her hands felt on him, and they felt damn good, he needed to deal with the condom.

  Alec lifted his head and braced for any reaction he’d see on her face, hoping there wouldn’t be regret or remorse because he sure as shit didn’t feel either of those.

  For the first time in a very long time, everything felt right—he felt alive. Like he could take a full breath and nothing pressed on his chest.

  What he had not prepared for was her beautiful, open smile. Which he gladly returned.

  “You good, baby?”

  Macy’s smile broadened to blinding and he knew she was better than good.

  Thank fuck.

  “If I told you that was the best sex I ever had, would it go to your head?”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  “Then never mind.” She giggled. “I’ll amend to, it was all right.”

  Alec chuckled then begrudging pulled his cock free, holding the latex in place. Once free, he shucked the rubber, tied the end, and tossed it into the trash.

  “Too late, Macy,” he said as he turned back to face her. Seeing where her eyes had gone to, he smirked. “Gotta give me at least ten minutes, sweetness. And next time, we’re in my bed. As hot as it was fucking you on the washer, next time I want access to all of you.”

  Macy’s eyes snapped to his, “Ten minutes?”

  “You wanna put your mouth around it, might cut that time in half. Choice is yours.”

  Her eyes flared and pink blush took over. Now that they were in the throes of ecstasy, Alec could see some of the hesitation creeping back in.

  “Babe, you gotta know you are seriously sexy. Everything. Your body, the way you feel, the sounds you make, your taste, smell, all of it. There’s not a damn thing for you to blush about. You are free to be who you are with me. You can let go, get wild, get dirty, be sweet. You want slow and gentle, I’ll give you that. You want me to fuck you rough and dirty, then that’s what you’ll get. Anything you want. But it will seriously not make me happy if you shut down and try to hide from me. I need openness and honesty from you, can you give me that?”

  Macy tucked her head and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Alec held his breath waiting for her to either accept what he asked for or push him away.

  He did this knowing there had never been a time when he’d felt so exposed—and never had there been a time when he’d cared so much about a simple answer of yes or no.

  27

  Welp, there I was, naked.

  Freaking naked, sitting in Alec’s laundry room, on his washer, with him shirtless, jeans still on, standing between my bare thighs, every part of me exposed—after we’d had sex.

  Naked. Exposed. Bare. And weirdly, I was comfortable. Not so much the part about all of my girly bits on display—because I was me, therefore, a whole lot insecure about my body—but I had no qualms about the sex. That had been fantastic—there were no words for what I felt.

  Electrified.

  I’d been plugged in and was alive for the first time in my life. Every nerve ending awoke—finally.

  “Can you do that?” Alec prompted.

  Could I be open and honest during sex? Ask for what I wanted? If Alec had asked me that question six months ago, I would’ve said no way. A month ago I might’ve said maybe. But now the woman I was becoming, the one who was taking charge instead of being walked on? This woman could say yes.

  “If me being honest and asking for what I want gets me more of that, then yes, I can be open.”

  I shifted, thinking it was time to at least close my legs, when Alec’s hands went to my thighs keeping them spread. His jeans scraped the sensitive bared flesh, sending a rush of heat between my legs. He pulled me to the edge, wrapped my legs around his hips, then he found my hands, yanked them up and placed them on his chest. All of that felt nice, his hands on me, the way he moved me where he wanted. Doing all of that without breaking eye contact was hot.

  “Part of being open is not hiding. Not what you want. Not what you like. Not your thoughts. And most certainly not your body.”

  I liked that he wanted that from me. I wanted to believe he meant it. I wanted to be free to be me—the old me, the person I was before life had beat me down. But it was also outlandish that he thought that all he had to do was ask and years of self-doubt would melt away. My insecurities were there for a reason, they’d been ingrained and injected deep.

  Alec could tell me I was beautiful until the end of time and I still wouldn’t believe him. He could tell me I was sexy, but I knew better. There was a reason my ex-husband cheated. Doug had not hidden his disgust when I was pregnant, or how gross he thought the weight gain was, or how those “fucking kids” had ruined my body.

  So Alec could say he wanted me to tell him what I wanted, but the truth was, I wouldn’t. I’d learned that the hard way, too. I knew it was better for me just to take what I could get and be happy with it.

  Just thinking about my past was like a cold, wet, heavy blanket, reminding me I was disgustingly naked in front of perfect Alec. And now that I’d seen him with his shirt off, the perfect that Alec had been grew exponentially and I had firsthand knowledge he was fantastic at sex—which I was not. So that took all his perfection and tied a ribbon around all that was him with a fancy a bow on top reminding me—I sucked at sex, I did not have a body worthy of him, and he would get bored of my less than stellar bedroom skills.

  I needed to get dressed.

  Pronto.

  “I need to get dressed,” I told him.

  He didn’t move away. What he did do was slide his hands up my arms, over my shoulders, then stopped at my neck, used his thumbs under my jaw, and tilted my head back.

  That was uncomfortable. I didn’t want to look at Alec. I knew he’d see more than I wanted him to. He always did, something that I found annoying.

  “Baby.” His voice was deceivingly soft. The rumble of irritation gave him away. But if that hadn’t, the flashes of fire in his eyes would’ve. “Straight up honesty.”

  “What?”

  “Whatever you were just thinking about, I wanna know. Straight up. No walls. No hiding. No hang-ups. Just give it to me.”

  Gah. Not only was it annoying as hell he could read me, but his arrogant demand was infuriating.

  “Just because we…because that happened doesn’t mean you get confessions of the soul.”

  “You just agreed to be honest,” he reminded me.

  “Yeah, Alec, when we’re having sex.”

  “No, Macy. Not just when I have my cock in you.”

  “God, you’re crass,” I complained even though there was nothing to complain about because secretly I loved it when he talked dirty.

  Something that I liked during sex, but Doug had told me he hadn’t married a filthy whore.

  “How’s this for crass, baby? I want you honest all the time. I want you open to me when I’m fucking you with my tongue, my fingers, my cock—wide open, Macy—bared to me. I want to hear you ask for what you want because I seriously got off on you whispering you wanted my cock inside of you. And you fuckin’ loved me talking dirty to you. You also liked watching. You can deny it, but just so you know, your pussy says otherwise. Which works for me because I like to watch too. So, I want you honest while I’m fucking you because I want to hear you demand to have my cock in that sweet, shy voice of yours knowing that you’re so hot for me you’re mindless with it. I want to hear you pant, beg, moan, and plead. Your pussy is heaven—tight, slick, hot. Nothing better, Macy. I’ve had one go at you, haven’t even had your mouth on me yet, and I’m addicted.

  “It cannot be lost on you the kind of man I am. So h
ow you can think I’d be happy taking you to my bed, fucking you, getting a slice of all your sweet, then nothing but sour all the rest of the time, I do not know. I want all of you.”

  He had no idea what he wanted, or more to the point, what he was asking for.

  “I don’t think—”

  “You think too much. You lock yourself in your head and I’m seeing it’s not a great place to be—you in there all by yourself with your fucked-up memories.”

  Well, that stung.

  “I don’t want to have this conversation naked.”

  “Why not?”

  “Why not? Because I’ve looked in the mirror, Alec. I know what you see and it is not sexy or beautiful. And frankly, sitting here in front of you looking like you do, is giving me a complex.”

  Alec jerked back and I lost his hands on my throat and his hips between my thighs. I immediately closed my legs, watched him bend down, and start gathering clothes.

  I should’ve been happy he was giving me what I wanted but my heart sank. I was in the middle of a mental pep-talk, telling myself it was for the best. A lot had happened. I needed to think. When I’d admitted to myself I wanted to explore the possibility of Alec and me dating, I hadn’t thought about the sex part.

  Actually, that was an utter lie. I had thought about it a lot. But there was thinking about it and doing it. It was the doing part—the reality of it—I hadn’t taken into consideration. Of course he’d be good at it. I figured he’d be bossy and demanding too, which thrilled me to pieces. But I hadn’t thought he’d demand my emotions, just my body.

  I was in a jam I wasn’t sure I knew how to get myself out of and I’d asked for it. Sex had been my idea. Alec had wanted to talk. But I pushed, needing to feel something other than anger and fear. And fuck me, I felt something all right. The sheer thrill of his hands on me was something I’d never forget. But it was the reverence in his gaze, even though his words had been coarse when our eyes locked—it was there, I felt it.

  Alec’s hands unexpectedly grabbed my hips and he lifted me off the washer and set me on my feet. He yanked his t-shirt over my head and I struggled to get my arms through the sleeves. When the shirt was righted, Alec tagged my hand and he unlocked the door.