by Callie Hart
A primal desire boils in the pit of my stomach, ordering me to take action. Unlike the anger I’ve been wrestling to get out from underneath all day, there’s no getting out from underneath this. Because it is me. I could sooner grow a third arm than overcome this churning need.
Stooping down with a deliberate slowness, I take hold of her by the arms, gently but firmly bringing her to her feet. “Pants, Parisi. I’m not fucking joking. Don’t say another word. I’m fucking begging you. Put on some pants and let’s go.”
Silver
I assume he’s going to drive us back to his place but Alex burns past the hardware store, gripping the steering wheel, staring intensely out of the windshield, his body locked up and rigid, barely even breathing as he coerces the Camaro through turn after turn into the night. The engine screams as he flattens the gas pedal to the floor, and I sit as still as can be in the passenger seat, trying to process the want that’s burning inside me. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
I’ve needed Alex’s touch plenty of times, but this kind of searing heat between us is all new. We haven’t had sex since before we found out about Ben. Since then, it’s as though there’s been an unspoken agreement between us. Alex has needed space to recover from his grief, and I’ve agreed to give it to him. That space is eating us alive now, though. The air between us is so charged with sexual tension that I’m worried one of us will say something, accidentally touch one another, and the whole damn car will go up in flames.
Alex must feel the same way; his eyes remain fixed on the road ahead, the muscles in his arms flexing and unflexing over and over again as he drives. Twenty minutes after we leave the Raleigh town limits, I realize where he’s taking me: to the place where we first kissed. To the place where we first had sex. My grandfather’s cabin.
It's perfect.
Friday night, no responsibilities over the weekend, no appointments to attend to…but then, my curiosity forces me to break the silence. “What about the store? Don’t you have shifts this weekend?”
He shakes his head stiffly, as if even doing that too enthusiastically might send him hurtling down the face of some great cliff. “Henry doesn’t need me,” he says through his teeth.
By the time he pulls down the long driveway that leads toward our destination, the pressure between us has built to a fever pitch of insanity. He doesn’t even kill the engine when he screeches to a halt in front of the cabin. He kicks open the driver’s side door, and then he’s charging around the front of the vehicle, briefly illuminated by the twin pillars of white light cast off by the headlights that spear out into the night across Lake Cushman.
I fumble to open my door, but Alex is already there. He almost tears the damn thing off its hinges as he wrenches it open. Before I can even take a startled breath, he leans into the car and lifts me out of it, carrying me through the frosty grass that’s grown long front of the cabin.
“Alex. God, Alex…”
He sets me down at the top of the porch steps, tearing and ripping at my clothes. He’s an animal possessed and I’m no better. I’m trembling from head to toe as I grab hold of the bottom of his hoody and pull it up over his head. His t-shirt goes with it, leaving Alex’s torso naked in the cold night air, but he doesn’t complain. I don’t think he even registers the fact. There’s enough heat between us, sizzling and crackling like a hungry open flame, that I don’t flinch when he rids me of my sweater and the camisole I’m wearing beneath it.
Three feet away, the cabin’s front door stands easily within reach, but it might as well be a mile away. We’ve already waited too long as it is. Another minute to get inside, another second even…it’s just not possible. Alex lets out a low, guttural growl as he dips down and grabs my winter boots, tearing them from my feet. He rips my socks off, hurling them away one at a time, leaving me to stand barefoot on the icy wooden deck that wraps around the building.
The piercing cold robs me of my breath. Hands working of their own accord, I unfasten the belt at Alex’s waist for the second time in the space of an hour, ripping the leather from the loops of his jeans. Alex helps, shoving his pants down, kicking his way out of them. His dark eyes stay fixed on me, never leaving mine for a moment.
I strip out of my own sweatpants—the pants he insisted I put on back at the house—and then I step out of my panties, leaving them in a puddle of black lace on the deck by my feet. My bra is the last item of clothing to go. Fully naked and painfully erect, Alex watches me with a dazed adoration on his face as I tease the straps of my bra down over my shoulders, reaching behind my back to unfasten the hook.
He sucks in a sharp, agonized breath when I let my underwear fall to the ground and my breasts spring free. We’ve been frantic for the last thirty seconds, lost to a fierce, carnal insanity, but now we both fall still, looking at each other, eyes roving over hip and shoulder, stomach and thigh. Fog plumes on Alex’s breath as he swallows, taking a tentative step toward me. His huge frame towers over me, dwarfing me in a way that makes me feel incredibly small.
His dark hair hangs in his face, hiding his eyes. He brushes it out of the way with the sweep of a hand, and the simple gesture makes my heart swell in my chest like never before. I love him so fucking much, every small, beautiful, broken, incredible part of him, and it’s all too, too much.
The black ink that creeps up his arms, snaking its way around the collar of his throat in a tangle of rose and thorn, looks like it’s shifting in the moonlight that cuts through the clouds overhead, painting his torso silver.
It’d be easy to say that he’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen and leave it at that, but such a simple description wouldn’t do him justice. He isn’t just magnificent. He’s beyond words. Beyond imagination. Beyond dreaming. If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never be able to fully explain just how spectacular Alessandro Moretti is naked. He stands tall and proud, unapologetic of the fact that his dick is hard and brushing up against his stomach in a way that draws the eye down…
“Argento,” he whispers, sounding almost reproachful. He reaches up and trails his fingers lightly over the side of my face. “I haven’t been taking care of you, have I? I’ve been so wrapped up in all of my own shit, and all that time you’ve been hungry.” He doesn’t pose it as a question. He knows it’s true, just as well as I do. He can read it on me, the need vibrating off my skin like an electrical charge.
On the other side of the lake, a bird calls, its cry cutting the silent night air apart. The sound reminds us both of us that we’re standing outside, naked as the day we were born, in the middle of winter. “I want you here,” Alex rumbles, his voice rough as whiskey and smoke. “I want you under the stars, with the moon on our backs and the cold air in our lungs.”
I take him by the hand and lead him back down the porch steps, heading for the jetty that thrusts out onto the lake. Stones and sharp shards of wood bite at the undersides of my feet, but it doesn’t take long to cross the clearing. Then the jetty’s smooth, frozen planks of wood replace the rough ground, making it much easier to walk.
Halfway down the narrow pier, Alex takes hold of me from behind, his hands on my hips, turning me around. “You’re a witch, aren’t you? You’re gonna steal my soul and leave me to drown, love-drunk, in the cold black water.”
I close my eyes, smiling. “Ha. So, you love me, then?”
Alex’s lips brush lightly against mine, a bristling heat passing between us despite how gentle he is. “You know I do,” he murmurs against my mouth. “How could I not? You’re quicksand. The more I struggle against you, the deeper I sink.”
His chest brushes up against my nipples and a delicious shiver runs through my body. Strange that the ice and the frozen breeze feel like nothing to me, and yet the warmth of Alex’s breath skating over my skin has me breaking out in goose bumps. God, I want him so fucking badly. The insides of my thighs are slick, my pussy aching for him to reach between my legs and touch…
Finally, I’m done waiting. I’ve ha
d enough. I can’t take it anymore. “I did what you asked, Alex. I got dressed. Bolted out of the house without even telling Dad when I was gonna be back. I came all the way out to the cabin with you. It’s time I took charge for a while, and you…”
“Me?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“You aren’t going to say a word. You’re going to lie on your back,”—I reach out for him in a bold move and take hold of him by the dick—“and you’re going to stay still, and you’re going to let me do whatever the hell I want.”
Eyes feverishly bright, mouth parted a little from the attention I’m currently showing his cock, as I firmly pump my hand up and down the length of his shaft, he treats me to a scandalous smile. I’m sure I’m the only person in the world who’s ever seen him smile properly, like he actually means it. “And what makes you think I’d sign off on that, Argento?”
“Well.” I squeeze him tight, enjoying the way he hisses out a curse word through his teeth. “You just said it yourself. You love me. You’ll do anything to make me happy, won’t you?”
He tips his head back, groaning, and the sound that comes out of him is a mixture of pure ecstasy and pure misery. “I’m doomed.”
“You are.” No point in disagreeing with him when he’s right. “But so am I. You’re my Achilles Heel, and I’m your kryptonite. Lucky for us, our weaknesses are also our strengths. Now do it, Moretti. Lie down, before I squeeze these.” I have him by the balls. Literally.
“Whoa now.” He takes hold of me by the wrist, but he doesn’t pull my hand away. A playful, crooked smile tugs at his mouth. “I’ll obey you always. I’m yours to command. Better be careful if you ever want kids out of me down the road, though. I think you’ll find that part of my anatomy is crucial to the baby making process.”
He’s playing around. He nearly keeled over when I told him about Zen’s current state. But hearing him talk about kids, our kids, later on, when we’re both ready…it makes me dizzy in an intoxicating, very pleasing way.
Squeezing slightly harder, pressing the tips of my fingernails into his skin, I arch a cool eyebrow at Alex, giving him an open-mouthed smile. “Down,” I order. “Before I decide not to fuck you at all.”
He drops to his knees like he’s just been downed by an arrow. He looks up at me, exposing his throat, baring himself to me. The night sky is clear and full of stars; I can see them reflected in his eyes as his gaze meets mine, and the very sight of him takes my breath away. Slowly, he reclines, sinking onto his elbows first before settling onto his back. The muscles in his throat work as he watches me step toward him. Steeling myself, I take a deep breath, refusing to be embarrassed by how completely and utterly naked I am right now.
It’s tempting to cover myself up and hide from Alex’s intense gaze, but that’s not how we operate. We’ve never operated that way. No matter how vulnerable we make each other feel, emotionally or physically, we’ve never hidden from each other, and it isn’t time to start doing so now. Stepping over him, I take a moment to enjoy the sight of him, tattooed and fucking magnificent, laying prone beneath me.
“If you’re wondering if it’d be impolite to sit on my face,” Alex rumbles, “then the answer’s no. It would not. In fact, you’d make me a very ha—”
“Stop talking.” The words belong to someone else. Someone far braver than me. I don’t know what possessed me to make such a forceful command, but Alex immediately obeys, closing his mouth. He breathes out hard down his nose, making his nostrils flare, his hands twitching at his sides. He wants to touch me. The way his fingers keep curling inward makes that perfectly clear. I won’t let him yet, though. I want to torture him a little first.
I touch my own fingers to my stomach, lightly trailing them over my skin, moving them down, down, down. Alex’s eyes widen as he watches me…
“Fuck, dolcezza…”
“Shhh.” I try not to gasp when I slide my hand between my legs, parting the folds of my pussy so that he can see all of me. I’m plenty wet and plenty ready. The moment I skate the tip of my middle finger over my clit, a violent shiver slams into me, making my whole body lock up. “Fuck!”
Alex huffs, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s learned his lesson. He knows I won’t be happy if he speaks again, and so he clenches his jaw tight, staring at the point between my legs where I’m slowly moving my hand, rubbing myself. I feel powerful, looking down at him lying on the frozen boards beneath me. Alex is a fucking hurricane, strong and wild at heart, and somehow he’s permitted me to leash him. He could break free of my will at any moment. But he won’t. I have hold of him by the soul now, and the knowledge that he trusts me that deeply is me a heady, heady thing.
A wave of pleasure rockets through me as I slide my finger back, dipping it inside myself, and Alex growls dangerously through his teeth. He moves his hand, not toward his rock-solid cock, but over the edge of the dock. He lets it fall over the side, disturbing the thin sheet of ice that’s formed on top of the black water. Wincing against the cold, he keeps his hand there, submerged up to his wrist, his dark eyes burning holes into my naked skin.
I catch my bottom lip in between my teeth, wrestling to even out my breath before I speak. “Take your hand out of the water. You’re going to freeze,” I pant.
Alex’s eyes shine defiantly. “I need the pain,” he grinds out. “I’ll come before you even touch me without it.”
Another tremor of pleasure chases up my back, this time sheer satisfaction that I’d have this kind of effect on him. I let him keep his hand in the water. For now. Slowly, I sink down so that I’m kneeling over him, straddling his hips. With my free hand, I cup my own breast, kneading my flesh, rolling my nipple between my fingers, making myself whimper a little at the brief jolt of pain that relays between my tits, then down to my swollen clit. Alex growls, screwing his eyes shut, angling his head back. This is pure torture for him…and he’s enjoying every second of it.
His eyes snap open when I lower myself down another few inches, planting myself directly on top of his erection. He lifts his head and shoulders away from the deck, staring down the length of his body, at the point where my pussy is pressing down on his rigid dick. I roll my hips, grinding myself forward against him, now cupping both breasts with both hands, and Alex falls back against the deck again, tensing all over.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans breathlessly.
Instead of chastising him, I repeat the motion, rolling my hips back and then forward again, enjoying how easily our bodies slide against each other. The head of his cock rubs hard against my clit, and I let out a hoarse moan of my own. The tendons in Alex’s neck and arms stand proud as I rock again and again, pushing both him and me closer to madness. I can already feel it, blurring my senses and robbing me of all thought. My brain is aware of nothing but the sensation of Alex’s taut, hot body beneath mine. He’s panting just as heavily as me by the time I grab him by the wrist and pull his hand out of the water, placing his palm against my hip.
“Pull me down on you,” I tell him. “Feel how wet I am.”
As if the restraints that were holding him down have been broken, Alex snarls, raising his other hand, placing that on my hip, too. His fingers gouge into my chilled skin and he follows my order, pulling me down against him as hard as he can. The pressure and the sensation when he angles his hips up, thrusting his cock forward and up against my pussy, is too much to handle. I cry out, arching my back, finding myself suddenly looking up at the stars, and a bright snap of pain lashes between my nipples.
“Shit!”
Alex has risen up, his core supporting his weight, and my left nipple is in his mouth. I see the white flash of his teeth pressing down on the small, tight bud of flesh, and I can tell he’s going to bite down again.
I’m prepared for it this time. I grind myself forward, winding my fingers into his hair, driving him down onto my breast as electric, delicious, addicting agony zips up and down my body, pooling in the pit of my belly.
He isn’t supposed
to be taking charge yet, I was going to make him wait, but the feel of his erection butting up against my pussy has me weak and boneless, so ready to cave and give myself over to him, and I can’t help it.
“Do it. Please, Alex. Oh my god, please.”
Just like in the hospital when Dr. Romera used that word on her terrifying boyfriend, it has an immediate effect on the man I’m riding now. Alex curses, his hot breath skating over my bare chest, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back. The cold of the icy wood underneath me is shocking for a moment, but then Alex is driving himself up inside me, and suddenly the cold doesn’t matter anymore.
He fills me to breaking point. He stretches me, and he molds me to him, and then he fills me up some more. I claw at his back, clinging onto him like my life depends on it, and the world begins to spin too fast.
With every deep, possessive thrust of his cock, Alex squeezes me tighter, on the brink of crushing me. I lean into it, letting myself go. It feels too good to make him stop. For a moment, I exist only on the air that Alex allows to slip into my lungs.
“Fuck, Silver. Fuck!” He sinks himself into me over and over again. I wrap my thighs around his waist, desperately begging for more. “You should have put all of me in the water, Argento,” he growls into my ear. “No way I can stop this now. Come for me. Come hard so I feel it.”
I don’t need to be told. He’s grown so hard inside me that it is unavoidable now. I let myself stumble and fall into my orgasm, gulping at the freezing air, unable to even whimper as a wildfire of pleasure rips through my body. Alex leans into me, pressing his forehead against mine, roaring as he climaxes along with me.