Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(21)

I don’t want Alex to keep his hands off me. I want them on me, in me—I want them everywhere.

“Then don’t,” I purr into his ear.

“Ivy?” he questions me.

“I want you,” I tell him.

“You know I’m not expecting anything,” he says again, making sure I don’t feel like I owe him sex after he has brought me here. My hand slides down between us as I wrap it around his dick.

“You know what … I’m expecting this,” I tell him as my hand begins to move along his shaft.

“Goddammit, Ivy,” he curses as he moves us over toward the rock area, all the while I’m jerking him off. The next thing I know, my back is pushed up against the stone, and Alex’s hands are cupping my face and kissing me. His teeth are nipping my skin, our tongues dueling against each other. It’s hot, it’s passionate, and if we had clothes on, it is the kind of kiss that would have you ripping them off. My hand works overtime sliding up and down his shaft, and I love the way I can feel him throbbing underneath my fingers.

I feel powerful.

Desired.

Confident.

“Get out of the water, I can’t fuck you in here,” Alex growls out before he hoists me out of the water and onto the bench. My ass hits the stone bench with a slap. Then moments later, he’s hauling himself out of the water too. He looks like a feral Aquaman with those heated green eyes, droplets of water cascading down his taut body, and his dick standing to attention proudly. I’ve never felt this ravenous for someone as I do for him in this moment.

“What do you want from me?” he asks.

“This,” I say, wrapping my hand around his dick and bringing him closer to me.

“It’s yours,” he says, standing in front of me.

I look up at him as I bring my mouth closer just before I wrap my lips around his dick.

“Shit,” he curses as I take him into my mouth, feeling like a sexual goddess.

His fingers run through my wet hair before tangling around the strands, which push him further down my throat. I never break eye contact as he begins to fuck my face. He whispers dirty words to me, telling me how much of a good little whore I am, and how he wants me to choke on his dick. If anyone had ever said anything like this to me before, I would have been mortified. I probably would have felt as if I truly was a worthless whore. But when Alex says the dirtiest things to me, his thumb will wipe away the tears ever so gently that are falling down my face as I’m choking on his dick, then he whispers between the dirtiness that I’m a good girl, well, it makes me wet.

They say in magazines when the right guy comes along, sex is amazing, and who the hell knew they were right. I didn’t think before coming here I would have been ready for something as intense as this from any man, but I know that Alex respects me. He’s shown me that by continuously asking me for my consent before we do anything, and the same thing goes for Granger. These men have treated me with the utmost respect while doing the filthiest things to me, and I like it. No, I will rephrase that, I love it. They seem to have dissolved the stick that was firmly shoved up my ass and vanished prudish Ivy. I’m not sure what kind of woman I’m going to be going back home as, but I sure as hell hope I don’t lose this little vixen that has woken inside of me—the girl who’s sexually more confident than she has ever been before.

“If you keep going the way you are, I’m going to come down that fucking throat,” Alex hisses. Do it. I’m ready. “Oh no, little one, I can see it in your eyes you’d be more than willing to take anything I gave you. But, not yet. There will come a time, and I promise it is all yours, but now, I want to come in your perfect little cunt.”

My eyes widen at his words, and my mouth pops free from his dick—he lets out a groan missing my mouth.

“Turn around and get on all fours,” he tells me.

Quickly, I get off the bench and turn around and give him what he wants.

“Fuck yes,” he curses as his hand slaps across my ass cheeks. I let out a surprised yelp as I wasn’t expecting it. “You, okay?” Alex asks, breaking from his usual dirty talk.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him.

Alex gives me a grin and does it again, but this time his fingers are inside me when he does. Oh my god, that feels amazing as my eyes roll to the back of my head. He does it again and again all the while fingering me. The sensations are driving me crazy. So much so, I fall forward unable to hold myself up anymore on my elbows.

Alex continues playing and slapping until he gets me with one last hit and pinches my clit at the same time. I explode, and my scream echoes through the caves.

Well, well, well, who said men can’t multitask.

Then the next thing I know, he’s entering me, and I’ve never felt so full. He wraps my hair around his hand and pulls me upright again. Oh gosh, he is deep from this angle.

“You feel so fucking tight, Ivy,” he whispers into my ear as he continues to fuck me breathless. I’m unable to say anything, but all I think about is for him not to stop what he’s doing.

Alex’s hand moves from my hip to my breast, and he decides that’s a better option to hold while he fucks me. His fingers tease my nipple, and it’s sensory overload again. I don’t know how the hell he’s doing it, but I swear he’s about to make me come again.