Playing It Safe(48)

Alex immediately lets go of my hair and uses both hands to inch my skirt higher and higher. It ends up being bunched up around my waist, my panty-clad ass on full display for him. I give a silent prayer of thanks to the underwear gods that I’m wearing the good shit today. La Perla in the house, to be precise.

“Good girl,” he whispers roughly. His hands move to the buttons on my blouse, making quick work of them until it’s completely open.

His lips are nipping and kissing along my neck to my ear and back again, causing a rush of heat between my legs. I tilt my head to give him better access, and he takes the hint. But his hands aren’t moving anymore. I need him to touch me. Now.

“Tell me,” he demands as if he can read my mind.

“Touch me.”

At once, Alex’s hands are tearing down the cups of my bra and taking my breasts in his hands. His thumb and forefinger start pinching my nipples while his tongue sweeps a trail from my neck to my ear. I throw my head to rest on his shoulder and grind my ass against his dick like a cat in heat, needing more contact and arching my back in the process. His hand lets go of one breast to grab hold of my chin so that he can move it closer to his face. When our mouths finally connect, it’s off to the races.

His tongue darts out to taste me, and I suck on it slowly, causing him to growl into my mouth, and oh sweet Jesus, that alone almost makes me want to orgasm. I move my hand behind his head to keep him in place, wanting to deepen the kiss. It quickly starts to spiral out of control when he slides his hand down the front of my body, causing a hot trail of anticipation the entire way until resting just above the lace of my black panties.

I feel restless and close to begging when he lightly traces his fingers along the edges, touching and teasing me everywhere but where I want him to. Alex breaks off the kiss to look at me with pure desire in his eyes at the same time his hand finally breeches the thin lace. When I feel the brush of his thumb against my already oversensitized nub, I almost come on the spot. Then he quickly follows that up by putting a finger inside of me and slowly withdrawing it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says through gritted teeth.

He’s now full-on finger f*cking me, and his thumb is rubbing circles on my clit when I moan out loud—really loud—temporarily forgetting where we are.

“If you want me to keep going, you’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do that, Julia?”

“Yes,” I answer, in between choppy breaths while his finger is moving slowly in and out of me at an erotic pace.

I reach behind me to press my palm against his erection, and I only get a few rubs in before he grabs my wrist and pins it against the door again.

“Is that what you want?” he asks roughly.

When I don’t answer him right away since I’m on the verge of splitting in two, he stops his ministrations and gently tugs at my earlobe with his teeth. He lets go only to trail his lips across my neck while removing his hand from inside my panties. The next thing I hear is the sound of his belt buckle being undone, immediately followed by a choir of angels in my head singing, “Hallelujah.”

“Answer me. Do you want me to f*ck you?”

“Yes.”

After a second or two of hearing his clothes rustle behind me, Alex leans in again and presses his lips to the nape of my neck before bringing his mouth to my ear to whisper, “Turn around.”

I do as I’m told. His tie is gone, and his dress shirt is unbuttoned to reveal his perfectly tanned and toned flesh. His eyes covet every single part of my semi-undressed body. It feels as if his hands are touching me while he does this, taking his time to look me over, committing every curve to memory. Finally he breaks out of his spell and drops to his knees in front of me. He yanks my panties down to my ankles and over my high heels. When I try to remove my shoes, he looks up at me and says, “Leave them on.”

I feel his lips and tongue inching up my inner thigh as his hands slowly move up the backs of my legs. At the first brush of his tongue against my clit, my eyes close and my head falls back against the door with a loud thud.

I’m not going to last long. I wish I could, but I know I’m not. It’s like a double-edged sword. You want that sweet relief so badly, but getting there feels just as good if not better. Especially when you have a man who knows what the hell he’s doing down there. God, there’s really nothing worse than a guy who can’t go down on you properly. Right, ladies? Then you have to give the shoulder tap and try to give directions, and who has time for that? Not this girl. But with Alex there is no question; he’s hitting all the right spots. When he inserts his fingers inside of me, it takes all of me to stave off the impending explosion. But he can tell I’m close because not even a second later he takes the vulnerable flesh in between his teeth and sucks on it with the perfect amount of pressure, and the first ripples of my orgasm start to roll through me.

My hands move into his hair as I ride the wave and to keep him in place, wanting to prolong it. When it gets to the jumpy, hypersensitive part of the ride, he slows it down by removing his fingers and lazily licks me until he places a light kiss on my inner thigh. With my eyes still closed, I give a small tug on his hair to let him know I want him to stand up. He does, and I immediately start making quick work of unzipping his pants.

I open my eyes just as Alex takes my face in his hands and starts to kiss me again in an unhurried manner. I can taste the remnants of me on his lips, and it drives me further into a state of desperation than I ever was before. It’s one of those teeth-scraping, tongues-battling, out-of-control kisses while my hand dives into his pants and takes his cock in a strong grip. I’m pumping away—thank you, stress ball reliever—when he breaks off the kiss and dips his head to start sucking on a nipple. His blue eyes peer up at me as it pops out of his mouth, and he swirls his tongue along the pink tip before doing the same thing to the other one.