The Espionage Effect(52)
A low groan rumbled from my throat as he gripped me in the one small spot, yet caused an ache to spear lower, deeper, as if my two erogenous zones were bound together by a fragile cord pulled decadently taut.
When he released my skin, a low pop sounded. He blew gently over the spot, cooling the surface, then kissed it tenderly. “You all right with an audience?”
Eyes still closed, my brows twitched in confusion as my mind succumbed to a sensual haze.
When I failed to reply, he continued, “Another security camera. Above my shoulder in the corner.”
He didn’t turn to verify. He’d obviously noticed while I’d been distracted counting wine bottles and leafy ceiling tiles.
I opened my eyes and peered over his shoulder as his lips slowly ascended up my neck. Smaller sucks marked his path until he reached my earlobe studded with a simple diamond solitaire. His teeth surrounded the earring, front and back, then he drew the tender skin into his mouth.
Mind fogged with blissful acute desire, I exhaled a measured breath, attempting to concentrate. “Exhibitionism…” The whispered definition came out breathy as Alec twisted my earring in his mouth with his tongue.
Did I care if someone watched? I didn’t know the security staff. They didn’t know me.
A low whimper escaped my lips, as an ever-present ache hummed louder at the lascivious thought. In response, Alec ground his hips between my legs, his rigid erection gliding upward. The only things stopping us from connecting, becoming one, were the silk of my gown and the wool of his tuxedo pants.
I stared at the naked lens of the camera, eyes glazing over with want and need, as a better question floated to the surface. Did knowing that someone watched on the other end of those electronics excite me further?
Ratcheting arousal provided a definite answer to the root of his question…should we proceed? “Yes,” I groaned out, arching from the wall as I curved my hips. I ran my clit over his rigid length, needing to increase the rate of friction before I melted into a puddle of need at his feet.
My affirmative response was a go on all things: to exhibitionism, to Alec, to sex in a wine cellar in the bowels of a purported villain’s home, but more importantly—to me…to tearing down the walls I’d imprisoned myself behind, to letting raw desire set me free.
As if my singular word destroyed a barrier that held back an avalanche, Alec exploded into action. He bent down, breaking the delicious position we’d been connected in. Then from a squatting position at my feet, he stared up at me, dark eyes intent in an uncompromising gaze.
His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my gown until both hands wrapped around my ankles. A feathered touch slid up my shins, twisted slowly backward, then drifted up my calves. His fingertips lingered, drawing tiny circles behind my knees. In response, they buckled, faltering a little, and I grabbed his shoulders for support, my eyelids falling shut once more.
Seconds later, heated breath fogged over the sensitive, throbbing juncture of my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath as my gaze shot downward.
A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stared up at me. Ice-blue silk bunched along the white sleeves of his formal shirt while he smoothed his hands up the backs of my thighs. Holding my gaze, he leaned forward, hovering his mouth inches from my clit, teasing the aching nub with his long, hot exhale.
Intense ache sparked through me. I gasped, then bit my lower lip, attempting to hold myself together with unraveling threads of control as my legs began to tremble. I let out my own breath, then paused when all the air had left my body. Time suspended for the briefest of moments, a heartbeat, then another, a blink that yawned wide into a giant chasm, a shift in perception from all I thought the world offered for me and what it had now become.
As if sensing that I might implode, while I sucked in air before the black dots speckling my peripheral vision became lights-out entirely, he shot his hands the rest of the way up. He gathered the fabric of my gown with them until he bared me fully. His hands made contact with my ass and grabbed me, pulling me forward, crashing my clit into his open mouth.
I cried out as pleasure jolted through me. At the sound, his suction intensified, unrelenting. I gripped his shoulders harder, afraid of passing out from all the blood rushing downward. Then a slight pain pierced through me, followed by even greater pleasure.
“Did you just bite me?” I rasped.
My whisper, and any answer he may or may not have provided, got lost in the thundering pulse in my ears. Decadent sensations drowned out the analytical question, and I let go, allowing myself to be swept away. I groaned and writhed against him. But his erotic bite held fast, driving me crazy as it ramped me ever higher.
Then he began a sensual rhythm with his mouth, alternating those sharp bite-holds with strong lingering sucks. On the fringes of my awareness, an orgasm edged into view.
With every throb-inducing touch, each bite and suck, and now slow licks and lazy swirls, my arousal sharpened, the ache spiraling as it drifted lower, fired hotter. The tension grew nearly unbearable, every gasping breath reduced to a whimpering moan. My fingers dug into his shoulders. My legs trembled uncontrollably. Ragged desire coiled tighter than ever, then held, as if stuck there.
Erotic sensations balanced right on the edge of pain so intense, I bit my lip, muffling a scream as pleasure sprang free, bursting into the most intense orgasm of my life. My fingers speared into his hair, gripping at the roots as he continued licking and sucking, wringing every last pulse of release from me.