True Loves (A Collection of Firsts)

by Michelle A. Valentine

  Holy Mary mother of Joseph! Alexander’s body is better than I imagined in my wildest dreams. His chest definition exceeds that of the most lickable men in magazines, not to mention he has biceps that last for days and the sexy ‘V’ cut into his hips that dips down into his pants.

  I think I’m about to lose my mind. Can this man be any hotter?

  He smirks when I don’t take my eyes off him. “Just think . . . you haven’t even seen the best part of me yet.”

  This man is absolutely wicked and entirely too sexy for his own good. He’s the perfect example of a man who knows what he’s blessed with and isn’t afraid to be cocky about it. Confidence is such a turn on.

  Almost like a strip tease, he unzips his pants and then shoves them down, along with his boxer-briefs, leaving them in a pile on the floor. My eyes widen at the sight of his completely naked body. He wasn’t kidding when he said that he had a big cock. I’m not one who typically refers to a man’s appendage as beautiful, but that’s exactly what Alexander King’s penis is. It stands proud in all its silky glory, and my fingers ache to touch it.

  King turns to the cabinet and grabs a condom before opening a package containing a small silver bullet vibrator. After testing to make sure the vibrator works, he stalks toward me with both items. “There are a lot of toys in there. Do you think we should try them all?”

  The thought of my body as his playground long enough to test out everything on those shelves causes me to shudder. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it. I’m nearly ready to combust, and he’s barely touched me. There’s no way I’d survive.

  Alexander sets the condom down and then presses his lips to mine. “Relax, Margo. Tonight’s all about you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You can tell me to stop anytime you’d like.”

  I want to scream out for him just to touch me again. No one has ever left me teetering on the verge of an orgasm for so long before. This man is about to drive me insane.

  His tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, and I melt into him. “Spread your legs.” I do exactly what he asks and watch as he kisses a trail down my body, throwing my legs over both shoulders as he drops to his knees. He grabs my ass, yanking my pussy closer to his mouth.

  His tongue flicking across my clit sends an electric surge through me and I hiss. “Jesus.”

  “No, baby, it’s just me,” he murmurs before he pushes a finger inside me and licks my slick folds. “Mmmm. You taste just as delicious as I expected.”

  Alexander continues to work me into a frenzy, and the urge to reach out and grab a handful of his thick hair to hold him against me is strong, but my bound arms won’t allow it. The heat of his tongue against my throbbing clit is almost more than I can handle. All I can do is lie on this table, exposed, and wait on his mercy. Only he can give me the pleasure that I desire to calm this ache building inside me.

  The sound of the vibrator echoes around the room. Relief floods me because I know the moment he touches my clit with it, I’ll finally be able to come. I hold my breath as he traces the outside of my lips with it, but he’s careful to steer clear of where I need the sensation the most.

  My head drops back as he kisses the inside of my thigh. I need him in me, filling me, to cure this burning desire that’s rocking me to the core.

  “Alexander . . .” His name comes out in a breathy whisper, as he presses the vibrator into my entrance. “I’m so close. Please.”

  “Told you that you’d beg.” His gray eyes look up at me, and I can tell he’s smiling, but it’s impossible for me to fire back a snarky comment. The next thing I know, he’s licking and sucking my clit like it’s his only job in the world while he continues to use the toy.

  My pussy has never been this stimulated, and it’s pushing me to the edge already.

  “Oh. My God. That’s it. Keep going,” I plead.

  Both legs resting on his shoulders begin shaking uncontrollably and an intense tingle erupts in my core and then spreads over every inch of my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and I swear to God that I see fireworks as I come hard just like he promised. My entire body jerks as I scream out his name, but he keeps going, prolonging my pleasure to the point that it feels so good that it actually hurts.

  Just when I don’t think I can take another second, he stops his delicious torture and stands as he switches off the vibrator.

  With quick movements, he releases both of my wrists from the shackles before pulling them one at a time to his mouth. He inhales deeply like he’s trying to commit my scent to memory as he presses soft kisses to my flesh.

  He stares down at me with a grin. “I love seeing that satisfied look on your face but don’t get too comfortable. We’re just getting started.”

  Oh, my.

  My heart flutters with anticipation. If this was just the appetizer, dinner might damn near kill me.

  He threads his fingers into my hair and pulls me into a deep kiss, allowing me to taste myself on him. This kiss makes me feel so desired that, for a moment, I can’t imagine why I refused his advances. I should’ve allowed this to happen from the first moment he offered to fuck me.

  He pulls back and stares into my eyes. “Stay.”

  The warning that flashes in his eyes tells me that disobeying his command is not an option. I still need him like crazy so I don’t even debate not doing as he says.

  I find myself biting my lip as I stare after Alexander as he makes his way back over to the toy shelf. His ass is divine. It’s round with just the right amount of bubble, and I just want to get my hands on it. Some women are all about the arms, others the backs, but my weakness is a toned male booty. Alexander’s is so tight that I bet you could bounce quarters off that thing.

  My eyes roam over the well-defined muscles of his back as they stretch and move while he pokes around at all the other items on the shelf.

  There’s a glimmer in his gray eyes as he turns to me with a blindfold in one hand and a riding crop in the other.

  I shake my head as he begins to stalk toward me. “No. You are not tying me up and spanking me. That’s so fucking cliché.”

  That cocky smirk returns, making him even more fucking attractive. “How can millions of people be wrong about the enjoyment of the combination?”

  I fold my arms. “What some people find pleasurable is just wrong then.”

  “How do you know that’s true? I bet you’ve never even tried it.” He raises one eyebrow in challenge.

  “I . . .” I what? There’s no defense here, considering he’s right. Dammit, I hate that.

  Alexander smiles. “Thought so. Off the table.”

  “Alexander . . .”

  “Off the table.” The authority in his voice rings around the small room.

  He’s so damn bossy. If I still weren’t horny as hell, I would tell him to go take a flying fucking leap, but seeing as how I’ve come this far, I might as well play along.

  My pride has already been tossed out the window. What else do I have to lose?

  I hop off the table and train my eyes on Alexander as he closes the distance between us. “What now?”

  “Close your eyes.” With gentle hands, he covers my eyes with the black mask. “I’ve always heard that if you take away one sense that it will heighten the others. Let’s test that theory, shall we?”

  The warmth of his hands sliding down my body causes my mouth to drift open. The tease of his skin on mine has my body in overdrive. When his hands grip my hips, he spins me around and bends me over the table that I was just chained to.

  “Grab the other side of the table and don’t you dare let go.”

  A lump in my throat builds as the image of the crop flashes in my brain. This man is about to spank my bare ass. I should stop this—tell him this isn’t happening—but I can’t bring myself to do it.

  While the logical part of my brain is screaming at me to end this and stand my ground and remember that Alexander King is the enemy, another part is squealing with delight as it awaits the de
licious torture that he’s about to inflict.

  Before I have too much time to think about it, the distinct snap of something being hit sounds, and almost instantly, there’s a small tingle on my right butt cheek.

  “Hurt?” he asks with an inflection in his voice that implies his curiosity.

  “No,” I answer honestly. “But—”

  He doesn’t give me time to further protest. The second swat comes just as unexpected as the first.

  “Ah . . .” A cry slips from my lips. It isn’t one of pain, but of pleasure, and that surprises me.

  Stupid traitorous body. I can’t believe it’s actually enjoying this.

  “You liked that one, didn’t you? Another?”

  No.

  “Yes!” I hiss.

  My stupid body has completely taken over now.

  Smack.

  Then comes the sweet burn that follows just like the last two times, only this time was a little harder.

  I toss my head back and moan.

  Smack.

  This one wakes me up as pain sears through me.

  “Ah. Shit. That hurt.” I yank off the blindfold and spin around to face him. “We’re done.”

  Alexander shakes his head and then presses against me. “We are so far from done, Margo. You are my greatest challenge—one I’m determined to conquer.”

  “You—” I start to tell him this is over, but at that very second, he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, and all I can think about is having that mouth on me again.

  Without invitation, I throw my arms around him and attack him with my lips. There’s no resistance from him because suddenly Alexander’s hands are everywhere, tracing, teasing, and exploring every inch of me. It’s like he can’t get enough of me and I love the way that he makes me feel.

  I’d be lying to myself if I say I haven’t wanted this with him since the first time he threatened to fuck me. No man has ever aroused me this much. His take-charge attitude draws me in. It’s animalistic and sexy—a complete turn-on.

  Alexander King is hard to resist.

  “You don’t know how hard it was for me to be patient. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to have you just like this. I’ve even had dreams about tasting you,” he growls. “You’re exactly my favorite type of woman, and I can’t wait to get my cock deep in that sweet pussy of yours.”

  His naughty words make my blood pump even faster.

  He slides his hand between us and flicks my still throbbing clit. “Alexander . . .” I say his name almost like a whisper.

  “Do you want me inside you?”

  I throw my head back and moan as he continues to tease me. “Yessssss!”

  “Then tell me, baby. I want to hear some naughty words come out of that beautiful mouth.”

  “I . . .” I pause. God, I so want this. I just hate the fact that he’s asking me to beg, and what’s worse is that I’m so turned on by him that I’d just about say anything he damn near wants. I need the relief that only he can bring me.

  Alexander licks my top lip. “Say it, Margo.”

  I close my eyes but quickly reopen them so he knows I mean what I say. “Fuck me.

  A devilish smile creeps onto his face. “I knew you were a naughty girl deep down.”

  He kneads my breasts while rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit as he continues to study my face. He reaches for the condom, and I seize the opportunity to wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him while he opens the wrapper.

  He licks his lips and watches me work him. “Your hands on me feel so good.” He hands me the thin piece of rubber. “You do it since you’re so good with your hands.”

  I pinch the tip as I roll it down his thick cock. Pure lust fills Alexander’s gray eyes are they roam over my naked body. His mouth drifts open when I spread my legs wider for him.

  This man has me completely turned on, and I’m doing things that I normally wouldn’t do.

  “I’m such a fucking bastard for taking you like this. It’s not right considering our situation, but I can’t seem to stop myself. You are a very desirable woman, Margo Buchanan.” Alexander leans down and kisses me again.

  My toes curl inside my stilettos as I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him toward my entrance. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you too.”

  A low growl emits from his throat as he penetrates me with the head of his cock. “Holy fuck! I wasn’t expecting you to be so fucking tight. Amazing.”

  I slide my hand up his back. “I won’t break. I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me and make it count.”

  Alexander bites my bottom lip and pushes his shaft inside of me all the way down to the base. He pulls back and then slides into me again.

  I whimper wanting him to move faster inside me.

  “Patience, baby. You feel so fucking good. If I don’t go slowly this will be over before either of us is ready.”

  He grabs my waist and picks up the pace, pumping into me faster and harder. Sweat slicks his back as the slapping of our skin echoes around the room. I stare up at his face, surprised to find his gaze on mine. It’s like he’s trying to commit my face to memory as he fucks my brains out.

  “Mmmm yeah. So fucking perfect. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.” The words tumble from his lips and knowing that he’s feeling just as good as I am causes another orgasm to rip through me.

  “Alexander!” I cry as he works me into a frenzy.

  “Oh. Oh. I’m coming. Oh, God,” I moan as my body erupts in complete euphoria.

  His movements become more rigid and intense as he works hard to find his own release.

  “Goddamn, baby. Shit,” he says before he growls as a shudder tears through him as he comes hard.

  He buries his head in the crook of my neck. Both of us still breathing hard and he’s still buried deep. “That was . . . fuck, that was amazing.”

  I smile as I twirl a wild strand of hair poking out from his head. “I agree.”

  Alexander raises his head and looks me in the eye. “I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to remain strictly professional with you now. You’re fucking addictive. I already want to do that again.”

  I close my eyes as the realization of what just happened between us hits. “This is going to complicate the hell out of things.”

  He nods. “Yes, but we’re going to have to find a way to figure things out and coexist. We still have a business deal to get through.”

  The reminder of why we’re actually here is like a splash of cold water on the face. No matter how amazing sex with Alexander King is, it can never happen again.

  Chapter 10: Mr. Yamada

  Margo

  I study myself in the mirror of this ridiculous hotel suite and wonder if anyone can tell that this is the face of a woman who just fucked her boss?

  Shit.

  I’m not sure what in the hell just came over me. One minute I was in the hallway completely composed and fending off his advances, and then the next thing I know we’re kissing and I instigated his advances.

  The moment he put his hands on me in the sex room, I lost it. They were so strong, so sure and felt too damn good. It was amazing for once to have a man who wasn’t afraid to take control and pull me outside my rigid box. I would’ve never allowed a man to do the things that he did to me—restraints—but Alexander’s forwardness and sex appeal got to me. I gave in during a moment of weakness and became just another easy lay for him, giving him full control. I’ve never experienced that, and if I’m being honest, it was very liberating.

  I just hate that it was Alexander King. He’s supposed to be my mortal enemy. Not the man who opened me up to exploration and a sexual revolution.

  What in the hell am I going to do now?

  A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts. “Margo? Are you ready?”

  I smooth my hair away from my face but don’t dare open the door. I’m not ready to face Alexander just yet. “For what?”

  “It’s n
early two. I’m scheduled to meet with my contact at the pool. I’ll wait for you if you’re nearly finished getting ready,” he says, and it instantly causes my shoulders to slump.

  I stare down at my still nude body wrapped in a fluffy white hotel towel. “Go ahead without me. I’ll be down in a bit.”

  “Margo . . .” There’s hesitation in his voice. “Are you okay? You sound off.”

  I don’t answer because I can’t find the right words to express the things going through my mind. On one hand, I’m feeling amazing because I’ve just had the most mind-blowing sexual experience, but on the other, I’m completely torn in a way I didn’t expect. Sadness for the loss of something that I know will never happen again. Being with Alexander had to be a one-time thing. It can never happen again. Sleeping with him was never part of the plan. I don’t do random sex. My heart gets too invested, and I refuse to be just another notch in Alexander King’s insanely long bedpost.

  “Margo?” When I still don’t bother to answer, the handle of the bathroom door rotates just before it swings open, revealing a shirtless Alexander wearing a pair of black swimming trunks.

  “I didn’t say that you could come in here,” I scold him and then tighten the towel around me.

  He tilts his head, and his gorgeous gray eyes bore into me. “I thought we were long past formalities at this point.”

  A shiver shoots down my spine. “Just because we’ve seen each other naked and . . .”

  He lifts his eyebrows and finishes my sentence for me. “Fucked?”

  I straighten my shoulders. “Yes. That. It doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen again or that things are suddenly different between us.”

  Alexander pulls his plump, bitable lips into a tight line. “So you want to just forget it ever happened and go right back to hating each other?”

  I nod. “That’s exactly what I want.”

  He lets out an exasperated sigh before running his hand down the back of his neck. “Fine. Then get your ass ready and get down to the pool. We have business to attend to.”

  I flinch at the sudden change in the tone of his voice, but I like that he’s in agreement and doing exactly as I ask. When I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off and that I’d be down when I’m good and ready, I quickly close it when I see a flash of pain in his eyes before he turns and walks out of the bathroom.