She thought about the tears trapped inside her and the pain that wanted to come out. She knew it wouldn’t. Not unless she forced it.
Slowly, she curled her hand around his wrist, watching his eyes. “I asked you something earlier. Are you ready to answer?”
“Ali.” His voice was a low, ragged growl. “This isn’t the time.”
“I think maybe it is.” She lifted her chin. “We discussed alternative sexuality in school a lot. Plenty of people mocked those who get into the BDSM lifestyle. I chose to do a paper on it and the instructor actually read some of it in front of the class. Do you know why she chose to do that? What she read?”
Alex’s eyes were hooded.
When he didn’t speak, she moved in closer.
“She decided to focus on the control aspects of my paper. Why subs actually have so much power in the relationship.” Alison reached up and stroked a finger across his lip. “I’ve been drawn toward it for a while, Alex and not just because I’m a closet kink. But I need to have something I can control. I couldn’t control losing my mom. I couldn’t control how badly things were after she was gone. I couldn’t control how much of me died, too. I couldn’t control losing my dad. But I control this. And if you won’t give it to me…”
The rest of the words were spoken against his mouth.
∞
He stole that one deep, hungry kiss, revelling in the taste and feel of her body, all tight and hot up against his before he pulled back. She tried to follow him and he tangled a hand in her hair, drawing her away so he could stare down into her eyes.
Her eyes all but glowed with hunger as she looked up at him.
He felt like he was ripping out his own innards—with a rusty hacksaw. “Ali, you should probably think about this…” He cleared his throat. “More. You. Me. I know you…”
She pulled back.
“Think about it?” she asked softly, her voice calm and deliberate, almost cold.
Then she shrugged. “Sure. I’ll do that. You can go now.”
She disentangled herself from his arms and pushed him back, her jaw a hard, tight line. Green glinted, hard and bright, her eyes like bits of glass in her pale face and she gave him a flippant smile. “I’m sure I’ll figure something out.” She lifted one shoulder in a shrug and then added, “Hell, maybe I’ll just talk to Lori. She knows a thing or two about this, right?”
Alex gaped at her as she toed off her shoes and then gave him a distracted frown. “Why are you still here?”
Lori…
He groaned and dragged a hand down his face.
She knows a thing or two about this.
Lori. Mike’s wife.
There was only so many things that Alison could mean there.
And he didn’t like the implication of any of them.
“Alison, wait…”
She shouted at him. “I said leave!”
He sucked in a slow breath. Okay. He wasn’t handling this well. She was hurt, unhappy. And he was on edge and horny—not a good mix.
Maybe he was the one who needed to think. Yeah, that and cool off, which he couldn’t do here. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll go. For now. But we’re not done talking about this.”
∞
“Mike!”
Alison interrupted her brother, glaring at his image.
He’d contacted her over the computer—Skype was both a blessing and a curse—and Alison had spent the past ten minutes convincing her brother she was okay. Or rather…lying to him and making him think she was okay.
She wasn’t okay.
She was hurt and depressed and miserable and now, on top of all of that, she was pissed off.
She’d thought it would work.
Alison didn’t know shit about men, but she’d known Alex was attracted to her and she’d needed…hell. She knew what she needed, what she wanted. He thought she needed to think and calm down and get her head patted.
Now, she needed sex—good, hard, rough sex that would take her out of her head for a while.
“I’m fine,” she said when Mike finally paused to take a breath.
A pretty blonde appeared over his shoulder and Lori smiled at Alison, looping her arms around Mike’s neck.
The two of them couldn’t be more different, Lori and Alison, but they’d become friends. Lori winked at Alison and then turned her head, pressing a kiss to Mike’s ear. “Come on, honey. You’re driving her crazy. Give her some room. Let her ruminate.”
“Ruminate.” Mike heaved out a theatrical sigh as he covered Lori’s hands with one of his. “You two nerdy girls are always throwing these big words at me.”
Then he shifted his attention back to Alison. “If you’re sure you’re okay.”
“I’m as okay as you are.”
He grimaced. “Great. Okay. Well…” He blew out a breath and nodded. “See you in a few days.”
As the connection went silent, Alison rolled onto her back and turned her head.
Then she grabbed the pillow.
She’d already been getting ready to go bed, although not for sleep. There were other ways to wind down, especially since Alex didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Sooner or later, she’d find somebody to help fill this void inside, but for now…well, her wind-downs usually included a glass of wine, followed by some time with a vibrator, lubricant, her imagination and sometimes a dirty movie.
She grabbed her remote and hit play, blood rushing to her cheeks as a winsomely handsome man came onto the screen.
And in moments, it wasn’t just a theatrical expression. He was coming.
Alison picked up the vibrator, heat expanding through her as she watched the man straddling the woman’s thighs.
She’d started watching porn years ago. Alison had always assumed it would be the closest she’d get to sex and even though she’d become more…adventurous lately, she still enjoyed it.
Her breath hitched as she stared at the screen, her imagination taking over.
It wasn’t some porn mega-star and one of the dewy-eyed, collagen-enhanced beauties, but her and Alex. The woman bent over with her hands and knees tied to the spreader bar? That was her.
The man sliding his cock into the woman’s anus?
That was Alex.
Alison panted as she slid her vibrator in and thumbed it on.
It started to buzz immediately and she moaned at the exquisite, almost painful pleasure. Her blood pounded in her ears and her entire body went hot, tight. Rolling half onto her side, she moved against the toy lodged inside her, riding it while staring at the screen and dreaming.
A harsh noise caught her ears and she jolted, shoving her upper body up on one elbow as she followed the sound of the groan that hadn’t come from the TV. The action drove the vibrator deeper inside and it began to pulse against her G-spot just as her gaze collided with Alex’s.
He stood in the doorway, staring at her.
From the TV, a woman moaned in ecstasy and started to beg the man to let her come.
She could totally understand the woman’s desperation.
She shuddered and twisted, feeling her own climax rushing at her under the intense heat of Alex’s eyes. But she looked away from him, driven by the anger and loneliness that had pushed her into an empty bed. She stared at the sex play taking place on the screen instead and whimpered.
The bed shifted underneath her and a hand fisted in her hair.
She hissed out a breath.
“I want you to come for me,” Alex said, his voice a rough growl. He tugged on her hair, trying to draw her eyes toward him. He straddled one of her legs and she gasped as he reached down and pressed against the base of the vibrator moving inside her. “Come, Ali. Look at me…let me see it.”
“Why?” Defiance burned inside her and she kept her eyes focused on the screen. “If I…ah…damn it…” She whimpered and struggled to hold back the orgasm with everything she had. “You wouldn’t play earlier, so I’m taking care of it…myself.”
Swe
at bloomed along her skin.
Alex leaned down and whispered, “But I can do better.” He trailed his fingers along the crevice between her cheeks, stroked against the pucker there. “Let me show you.”
Then he moved in a quick, sudden motion, flipping her onto her back and coming down between her thighs. He caught her wrists and dragged them high and she moaned, exquisitely aware of the brush of his clothed body against her naked, burning one.
“Please…” The word escaped her before she could stop it. He went to kiss her, though, and she bit him. When he jerked his head up, she glared at him. “You’re not doing this. Either you can give me what I need or you can’t. Make up your mind.”
Alex felt like he’d falling through the looking glass, but instead of being in wonderland, he was in oh, hell-yeah land. He also felt like an idiot, because he should have recognized the need burning inside Alison.
But he hadn’t, not until it had all but smacked him across the head.
It had taken this, seeing her pushing herself into orgasm while watching a porn flick that veered heavily toward bondage to figure it out. He hadn’t been imagining things and he hadn’t done anything she didn’t want. In actuality, his wants and hers were precisely aligned.
She had never looked so beautiful, eyes glowing, face flushed from the orgasm trying to tear through her. He could feel it in the way her body kept clenching, see it in the way she would swallow back a groan and twist under him.
And she glared at him, all the while.
His lip throbbed from where she’d bit him.
His cock throbbed just as bad.
Maybe he was the one who was in too deep. These weren’t the kind of games he’d ever expected to play with his best friend’s baby sister.
He watched as he levered his weight up.
Her lashes fluttered and he thought he saw the glint of something sad dance through the pretty green of her eyes. Then he moved, flipping her onto her hands and knees, and pulling the vibrator out. “You come when I tell you to, Ali,” he said as he freed his cock from his pants. “Not before. When I tell you that you can. Understand me?”
She nodded.
“Say yes, Alex, I understand.”
A slight shudder went through her. Then she spoke. “Yes, Alex. I understand.”
He pushed inside. She was a tight, hot fist and it was like having his cock bathed in pure liquid heat. Setting his jaw, he started to ride her, slow and easy, enjoying every last roll of her hips, the broken sobs and sighs. And then the pleas.
Her orgasm hovered close, he could feel it.
His was only a wish away, but he wouldn’t come until she did. He wanted to draw this out, but she’d been so close when he came in and she’d hung on almost to the breaking point.
“Come for me,” he said. He didn’t know how he managed to keep his voice level, but he did.
She sobbed and twisted against him. But she didn’t come.
“Ali!”
“I can’t!” Sheer frustration flooded her voice.
He slowed his strokes and she swore at him. But he didn’t change his rhythm again. Instead, he smoothed one hand over her ass. She went still, tensing. A faint quiver began to dance through her, all through her—her thighs trembled, her hips, her spine. As if the anticipation was so intense, she couldn’t hold still. Then she rolled her hips against his hand and whispered, “Please.”
He brought his hand down lightly. She gasped and drove herself back onto his cock.
He did it again while sliding the other hand up to tangle and twist in her hair. He tugged until it arched her head back, all the while spanking her with increasing force, watching as her ass blushed red for him. Alison cried out and twisted and moved on him, hard and fast and then she came.
Letting go of her hair, he gripped her hips hard and bore her down to the bed, driving deep into her warm, shuddering body.
He didn’t let himself come until she finally stopped shuddering and shaking. Then he came with an intensity that all but levelled him.
∞
Alison was on her knees.
Her hands were cuffed behind her.
When Alex came back around to stand in front of her, she jingled the cuffs and asked, “Think the department would approve of this use of their equipment?”
His response was to cup her jaw and angle her head back. “I’m going to put my cock in your mouth.”
She sucked in a breath and watched as he undid his belt, the button on his trousers, then his zipper.
“I’m going to feed it to you, nice and slow, until you can’t take another inch down your throat and then I’m going to fuck your mouth.” Alex’s brown eyes glowed with a harsh, bright hunger and she squeezed her thighs together as a similar need began to pulse between her thighs. “You’re staring at me, your eyes all big and wide, just a little nervous.”
He paused and then asked, “Are you a little nervous?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips and looked down in trepidation as he freed his cock from the confines of his clothing.
He was thick and heavy, the fat head gleaming with a drop of pre-come.
“Good.” As she watched, he wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked down. “Kiss it. I want you to lean forward and kiss my cock.”
She did, opening her mouth to take him inside, but he stopped her with one fist tangling in her hair. “No,” he said, voice harsh. “Kiss it. I didn’t say suck on me.”
A cat’s smile curled her lips and then she leaned in again, licking the broad head, curling her tongue around him. Every touch was a sweet, torturous pleasure and far sooner than he’d planned, he fisted himself and held steady, nudging the head against her lips because he needed to feel her mouth wrapped around him.
Slowly, she slid her mouth down half-way then retreating, falling into a shallow rhythm that had him breathing raggedly and rocking against her, forcing his length more deeply into her mouth.
There was a subtle flinch and he brought up his fist to mark her limit. Using the other hand to guide her head, he started to fuck her mouth, clenching his teeth and fighting the urge to climax too soon.
She was breathing raggedly, her nipples tight and her eyes glassy. “You like this,” he said roughly, slowing enough that she could nod her head.
It was a damn good thing, because he had a feeling her mouth could become addictive. Not every woman liked giving fellatio and he made a point not to push the issue, but damn, did he like having a woman’s mouth on his cock.
A warning tingle raced down his spine to light up his balls.
Tugging her hair, he pulled her back. “Stop.”
She watched him as he backed way and he almost went right back to her, but he wasn’t ready to end any of this yet. Easing her up from the floor, he guided her over to the bed. He eased her into position, using pillows to support her weight.
“You make me lose my head, Ali-cat,” he muttered, shaking his head as he reached for something. “I haven’t been this fucking hot since I was a teenager.”
Alex slicked the lubricant around her anus, then just inside. She jumped as his fingers began probing before being replaced by something rounded, smoother, longer. “Push down, kitten,” he whispered. She held her breath and pushed down as he slid the wand into her, slowly, until it was completely inside. He’d spent a few minutes studying the toys she’d picked up for herself, and a few more asking her just what she was comfortable with.
Now he was going to do what he’d been burning to do ever since he woke up to realize he’d been fucking sweet Ali Ryan.
Make her his—in every way he could.
“Hurt?” he asked as he stroked one hand possessively down the curve of her ass.
“A little,” she whispered, shifting and squirming.
A smile curled his mouth and he said, “Want me to take it out?”
“No,” she said sharply, rocking her hips, as if trying to ride the wand.
“Good.”
She gasped when he
drove into her without saying or doing anything else, feeling her slowly yield to him. He didn’t stop until he was balls-deep inside. Each time he pulled out, the wand would start to slide out and when he drove back in, his pelvis shoved the wand deep inside her ass so that she was being doubly penetrated.
Alison moaned with pleasure at every deep dig of his cock, with every stroke of the smooth wand inside her ass.
Alex stared down, watching the pale, flesh-colored wand penetrate her anus as he pushed back inside. Her small hands were clenched into tight little fists just at the base of her spine and she was whimpering and pleading mindlessly as he pumped himself into her.
The slick wet walls of her vagina hugged him tighter, more snugly with the wand in her ass. “Damn it, that’s good,” he said roughly, hunkering over her bound body and driving in deep. “You’re tight, Alison, so wet. Like it?”
“Umm,” was her only response as he pulled out.
He pushed the wand in harder, using his thumb to anchor it in place as he angled her hips lower, filling her with short hard digs. Savage satisfaction flooded him as she began to beg. “Alex, oh, please, Alex, again, damn it, please, Alex!”
“Can you come?” he demanded.
“I…” She shuddered.
He growled and slapped her ass. That sent her wailing into climax, a long rough noise that echoed around the room.
The rhythmic clenching of her pussy tightened to the point of pain and Alex pulled his cock out before again driving in completely, shuddering as he came.
Alex braced his hands on her hips and pulled out, rolling them onto their sides before he collapsed.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said hoarsely a few minutes later. “Gonna die of a fucking heart attack.”
“You started it,” she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
He frowned and reached around her, flicking the catch on the cuffs to free her, studying her face in the fading light. She looked…happy. Sated. Adorable. And the setting sun shone through the little window over her bed to wink on the Celtic knot at her neck. He bit back the snarl the charm instinctively caused and cuddled her against him.
“Did not,” he replied affably.
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