by T L Swan
He nods and takes off to the other side of the room.
My eyes flick nervously around and as soon as Mark is out of sight I hot foot it to the front door and run down the grand steps. I feel like a naughty child running away from her strict parents. My eyes search the parking lot in the dark and I look around in a panic. Shit, where is he?
My phone beeps a text.
I’m around the side of the building.
I immediately text back:
Coming now.
I walk around to the staff parking area and stop dead in my tracks when I see it. Lit only by the lamppost, Alastar is leaning up against an expensive black car, wearing his navy suit and white shirt. His feet are crossed and his behind rests on the car door, his hands tucked deep into his expensive suit pockets. His dark eyes hold mine as I walk toward him and his jaw ticks in anticipation.
My mouth goes dry just looking at him. He has dark hair that falls over his forehead and his large lips only accentuate his strong jaw line. How in the hell is this guy waiting here for me?
“Took your time.” He smiles as he opens the car door for me.
I smile and fall into the expensive leather seat. “I was watching one of your paintings auction.”
He raises a brow as if to ask me how it went.
“Two hundred and sixty thousand,” I murmur in disbelief.
He smirks and closes the door. I wait for him to get in the driver side with my heart in my throat. Is that normal, every day money for him? Is that all in a day’s work? He doesn’t seem overly excited.
He gets into the car and starts the engine, it purrs like a baby and he turns to me in the dark.
“Where do you want to go?” his deep voice purrs.
I stare at him as the thought anywhere with you runs through my pathetic mind. I shrug.
“Dinner? Have you eaten?”
“I don’t want to go out. I just told work I was sick, so I really don’t want to be seen.”
He frowns as he reverses the car at speed and I hang onto my seat belt. “You mean you just told White you were sick?” He snaps.
I nod. “Yes.”
He swings out of the parking lot violently and I hold on. Shit.
He speeds up the road and hits around eighty km in first gear.
Don’t tell me he’s a streetcar racer. I start to panic.
He pulls the car over on the side of the road near a park which is dark and unlit.
My heart is beating through my chest, what’s he doing?
He turns to me. “I want to know what’s going on with you and him?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I scratch my head uncomfortably.
“You told me he was your boyfriend. Then you told me you only just met him that day. Last night you were missing. Tonight I find you alone in a courtyard and just about to kiss him. Now you tell me that you lied to him about where you will be tonight. What the hell is going on?” He growls.
I close my eyes, what a mess. I blow out a breath. “I did only meet him that day I met you in the shop.”
“But?”
“But I had been speaking to him online for a year before I came to London.”
His eyes hold mine as he thinks.
“He’s the reason I came to London.” I sigh.
“He’s not the fucking reason you are here?” He barks.
“Listen,” I say quickly. “I don’t like him that way, but seeing as though I have had a friendship with him for so long, I can’t just turn around and be a bitch. I haven’t worked out how to tell him that I’m not interested yet.”
“So you are with him?”
“No!” I snap.
“Have you been with him?”
“Never.”
His eyes hold mine. I smile and lean over to cup his face. “Look at you getting all jealous.” I gently kiss him and my tongue traces his closed lips, my hand running over the stubble on his face.
I kiss him again and he gently opens his mouth to allow me access.
“Why are you jealous?” I whisper.
He kisses me, all suction, and I feel myself go weak. “I don’t share,” he whispers into my lips and I smile against him. I shouldn’t be so happy with that answer, but for some reason I really am.
He grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard and I unbuckle my seatbelt to lean over him.
“Get on me,” he whispers.
Fuck, again. I go to lean farther towards him, but the steering wheel blocks my access.
He pulls away from my kiss. “My place.”
He starts the car.
Crap, I don’t even know this guy. What if he has cameras or some shit in his room?
“Can we go to my house?” I ask.
His eyes shoot over to me as he drives and he frowns. “Where do you live?”
“Umm.” I frown. “I don’t even know.” I grab my phone out and bring up the address and pass it over to him. He nods as though he knows it. He drives up the road a bit and pulls the car over.”
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting something to drink. Any requests?”
I shake my head and nervously fake a smile.
He jumps out of the car and walks across the road and I watch him disappear into the liquor shop.
I quickly take out my phone and text Brielle.
I am on my way back to my house with Alastar.
Wish me luck.
I quickly put my phone away as he bounces into the car with a huge bag of alcohol.
He passes it over to me. “What the hell? Are you planning on having a party?” I frown as I pull out the bottle of tequila.
He smiles sexily and keeps his eyes on the road.
“Are you planning on getting me drunk?”
“Aye, I am,” his voice and that accent is so damn sexy.
I laugh. “Why?’
His dark eyes flick to me. “Because the way I am feeling tonight, I don’t have it me to be gentle, and you are going to need some serious pain management.” He raises his eyebrow defiantly.
I swallow the lump in my throat, he’s not even joking. “Oh,” I whisper. Shit, what do you say to that? I know I should have a witty comeback but my brain has literally just been fried. I stare out the front windscreen as my brain malfunctions.
That may just be the hottest or scariest statement I think I have ever heard from a man in my life.
We finally make it to my front door and I thank the Lord that my two flat mates have gone to their music festival. I have the apartment to myself for the whole weekend. Although, as I look to the gorgeous man standing next to me holding three bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila, that could be debatable.
Maybe a reason to be quiet would be good.
He stands behind me as I open the door and starts to trail his lips up and down my neck, occasionally biting me. I stand with the key in front of the keyhole, unable to put a thought together or even open the door.
He reaches around and takes the key from me, opening the door before he turns me around in his arms to kiss him and begins to walk with me tiptoeing backwards. He drops the bottle of liquor on the table and then he has me up against a wall, his hard cock rubbing up against me, and his lips abusing my mouth.
We stand kissing for an extended time and I am lost for breath.
He stands back and his eyes drop down my body for a moment. “Do you want to play a game?”
I smile.
He picks up the bottle of liquor and leads me by the hand into the kitchen.
“Shot glasses?” he asks.
“Umm.” I try to think where I have seen them. “Top cupboard.”
He gets out six shot glasses and lines them up on the bench and then opens the tequila and fills them all.
I stand still and watch him, my core throbbing and wet from the feel of his cock only moments ago.
“What’s the game?” I smirk.
He kisses me and his tongue sweeps though my mouth before he
lifts me to sit on the kitchen bench. Fuck, he’s hot.
“The game is called unshot.”
I frown. “Unshot?”
His mouth drops to my breast through my shirt and he bites my nipple.
“For every shot that I drink, I get to take a piece of clothing off you.” I smile. I like this game.
“What do I get when I drink a shot?” I breathe.
His dark eyes hold mine. “You get my tongue on you somewhere.”
My insides start to liquefy and my ovaries are chanting skull, skull, skull.
He picks up his glass and tips his head back, drinking it down. His large tongue comes out to lick his lips and anticipation thrums through my body. He puts his glass down and lifts my shirt over my head. I sit on the bench in my black lace bra and skirt and stockings.
He licks his lips again and his eyes drop to my breasts. Oh, I want that tongue on me.
I pick up my glass and drink my shot and he bends to pull my bra back and takes my nipple in his mouth, quickly biting me with a hard suck. I jump and my legs open that bit farther by themselves.
He stands and drinks another shot, licks the tequila from his lips again, and lets his dark, wanting eyes burn holes in my restraint.
Holy fuck, this game is hot.
“Stand up.” He growls.
I stand and he undoes my skirt, sliding it down my legs. I stand before him in a black lace g-string and bra, with thigh-high sheer stockings that have a band of thick lace around the tops. Truth be known, I bought this lingerie especially for tonight. I knew there was a slight chance that I would end up doing something like this.
He hisses in approval as his hungry eyes roam down my body. He picks me up then sits me back on the bench to aggressively rip my legs open wide with his hands. All I can do is throw my head back in pleasure.
Once again, his tongue traces my lips as he taunts me with it. My eyes hold his and I lift my shot to my lips and drink it down.
The liquor burns all the way down my esophagus, but it’s nowhere near as hot as the fire between my legs.
He smiles and fills the four glasses again.
Holy fuck, this is going to be one hell of a hangover.
He bends and trails his tongue up the length of my neck. When he leans over me I can see the huge erection though his suit pants, but something about being partially undressed while he remains fully dressed is only amplifying the whole experience.
His tongue starts to roam from my neck to my breast down to my stomach. My hand is on the back of his head as he growls against me.
Oh dear God, I may not survive this. His hands slip under the side of my panties and he runs his fingertips through my dripping flesh.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls against my stomach.
My eyes roll back in my head.
He slides a single finger inside me and starts to pulse it in and out as his mouth sucks my nipple. My legs are as wide as they can go.
Oh… this is so, so slutty.
He stands and lifts the glass to his lips as I hold my breath. My ovaries start to chant again, skull, skull, skull.
He drinks it down then he removes my bra, smiles in appreciation as my breasts fall free.
His thumb gently dusts over my erect nipple. “Very nice,” he whispers.
I pick up my glass and tip my head back. He pushes me back onto the bench as he seemingly loses control at the sight of my naked skin, and his mouth runs between my two breasts as if he doesn’t know which one he wants in his mouth. His hand goes back to between my legs and he slides three fingers into me, causing me to arch and cry out.
“Legs back,” he whispers over my stomach.
I pull my legs back and he starts to really ride me with his strong, thick fingers, causing my back to arch even farther off the bench toward him. My mouth hangs open in pleasure. Oh, shit, I’m going to come. He senses it and pulls out immediately, leaving me to sigh in his absence.
He stands and drinks the shot. His eyes drop to my panties and he smiles darkly as he pulls them down my legs.
And there it is. I’m sitting before him, naked except for my high top sheer stockings. His hungry eyes drop to the pulsing place between my legs. Waxed to have just a small triangle of short hair, I feel open and vulnerable. I’m wet, so wet. And goddamn it, I need that tongue on, in me, all over me… now.
I slowly pick up my glass and lick the rim of it for added effect and his breath catches as he watches my tongue go to work.
I drink it down and my eyes hold his. “Lick. Sip. Suck,” I whisper.
He loses control and throws me onto my back across the bench and pulls me apart to his gaze. I lie still and hold my breath, unable to move as I stare at the ceiling.
Silence falls.
This is a damn drinking game and here I think this is the most intimate moment I have ever had with anyone in my life.
With one hand spreading me open, Alastar slides his other fingers into me, watching as my body struggles to accept him. His breath quivers with arousal.
“Ohh,” he breathes. “That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
He pulls his fingers out, and as his dark eyes hold mine, he sucks them clean and dips his head.
His tongue burns me the minute it touches me, and he rips my legs back to the bench. Unable to control himself any longer, he lets go and really starts to eat me. I sit up on my elbows as I watch the gorgeous man’s head bob up and down between my legs, and when he bites my clitoris, I get dizzy. Is it the alcohol fog or the loss of blood to my brain? I will never know, but this is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
He is fully dressed in a suit and on his knees across a kitchen bench burying his face between my legs.
“Yes,” he growls into me. “You taste so good.”
Oh… God. I drop my head back as my pleasure takes over, the orgasm ripping through every part of me and forcing my body forward violently.
And then he kisses me softly, tenderly and I feel myself become emotional. I have to close my eyes to block out the emotion.
What the hell is this?
My haunted eyes meet his again for just a moment before he tears his gaze away from mine and drops his head to my neck.
Is it the alcohol?
“I need you,” he whispers as he removes his suit jacket. “I need your body around mine.”
Oh, yes. I regain my composure and stand to rip his jacket from his shoulders. I want him. I want him inside of me now. I unbutton his shirt in double quick time and am rewarded with the sight of his perfect torso.
Naturally athletic and with a scattering of dark hair across his chest, he has the most beautiful olive skin that contrasts against his white shirt. I unzip his pants and drop them down his legs. No words are required. I know he needs this as much as I do.
His black jocks do nothing to hide his arousal; his hard cock is sitting well above the waistband.
He’s big.
He’s fucking perfect.
It’s my turn to lead. I slide his pants down his legs and he throws his head back as I roll his testicles in my hand. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. I’ve missed this. ………. although my previous boyfriend was nothing like this. Not comparable really. This man is a species all of his own.
I lead him to my bedroom and flick on the lamp as I sit him on my window seat. He stays silent, watching me intently as I saunter around naked apart from my stockings. I kneel before him and kiss his thick shaft. He smells divine and the pre-ejaculate is dripping from the end of him. I take him in my mouth and he sighs in pleasure. Thank God he got me off first. At least I can concentrate on the job at hand now.
I flick my tongue over the end of his shaft. He smiles darkly and grabs the back of my head then forces me down. His two hands are resting on the back of my head as he starts to roll his hips and ride my mouth, my eyes closing in pleasure. I’ve never had this before—had a man that was so blatantly sexual that nothing else matters but us. It’s
addictive and damn dangerous to my sanity.
He loses control and stands as his hands hold my head with pressure. He begins to really fuck my mouth.
God, I’m so hot for this.
“You look so fucking perfect there on your knees,” he whispers darkly.
I can do nothing but look up at him and as he looks down at me something changes between us. The tectonic plates move and I feel my world crash to a halt. He stops, frozen as if he feels it, too. His haunted eyes stare down at me and I frown. His fingertips gently cup my face. “Emmaline,” he whispers.
What is this and how have I ever lived without it?
He sits down on the bench seat and pulls me over him. “Kiss me.”
I straddle over his legs and bend and kiss him, but instead of being the animalistic kiss I am expecting, it’s tender. It’s intimate.
“Ride me, my love,” he whispers.
I kneel on either side of him and he directs his shaft to my opening, he slides it back and forth through my dripping flesh and we both groan out in pleasure. This is going to be so good.
He grabs my hips and positions me over him. Fear overwhelms me.
“It’s been a long time. Please be careful with me,” I whisper.
His lips take mine and he pulls me onto him, swaying me from side to side to try and work his way in. My mouth hangs open.
“Kiss me,” he whispers in desperation.
I kiss him as his body pushes into mine, but he’s so big he can’t even get in.
“Relax, Em,” he whispers against my lips. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”
And just the sound of him gently whispering my name is all it takes for my body to open up and let him slide deep into his home.
We stay frozen. I’m shocked at the size and intensity of this god, but I think he is holding off from orgasming. My head is starting to spin and I know it’s the alcohol, but damn, this is the best drinking session of all time.
I gently lift myself up and feel the intensity of his possession. “You okay?” he whispers against my cheek.
“Yes,” I breathe.
I lift again and he grabs my hips for support before he slowly starts to lift me up and down.
He’s so big, and the burn that’s coming from between my legs is damn near electric.
“You okay?” he asks again in a breath.