Playing It Safe(63)

He kicks them off, and I go right into unbuckling his belt while keeping my eyes on his baby blues, which are tracking my every move. Next, I trace my hand lightly over his rigid length, and he sucks in a breath.

My voice is quiet and steady while I stroke him over his pants and ask, “Do you like that?”

He licks his lips and just as quietly answers me. “Baby, it feels amazing, but please let me touch you. I’m dying here.”

“Soon enough. Don’t you know that good things come to those who wait, Alex?”

“And better things come to those who make it happen, Julia.”

“Oh,” I say in appreciation. “I like that one even better.”

I stop stroking him only to unbutton his pants and push them down his hips until they fall with a soft whoosh to the ground. Alex steps out of them and is now standing before me in black boxer briefs that hug every inch of his male perfection to the nth degree. I feel like grabbing my phone so I can take some pictures to capture the moment for future reference, but I figure he’ll probably think I’m nuts.


My eyes fixed on his, I remove the boxer briefs and then duck my head to look down. God, I’ve become fairly acquainted with his dick already, but dammit if I still stare at it like it was a mirage in the desert.

“I’m so glad that you enjoy staring at my cock, but if you don’t do something about it sooner rather than later, I’ll be forced to take over,” he warns in a gravelly voice.

I push him backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed. “Sit down, and remember … no touching.”

I drop to my knees in front of him, and he opens his legs to make room for me. Without wasting any more time, I cup one hand around the base of his dick and give a light squeeze. I steal a furtive glance upward and keep my eyes on his as my tongue darts out and starts to lick from the base all the way up to the tip-top of the head like an ice cream cone. “Fuuuuck,” Alex groans.

His dick gets even harder when both my hands grip the shaft, and I leave my mouth on the head, moving up and down while massaging it with my tongue. Alex’s head falls back on his shoulders, and the sight of him getting off on me sucking on his cock gets me in a frenzy of my own. I need some sort of relief, so I keep the pace as is and then let him take over and do the thrusting for a minute or so. He’s watching me with the most lustful look in his eyes as he f*cks my mouth while my hands start to roam down my body.

First, I pinch my nipples through the lace fabric, the sensation like a bullet straight to the junction at my thighs, and I moan with my mouth still around him.

“Jesus Christ, Julia,” he hisses under his breath.

It’s not enough. I trail one hand down the front of my body and rub my hand over the already swollen nub. That’s soooo much better.

“Are you kidding me?” Alex says in disbelief. He looks on for a moment while I keep rubbing myself until he reaches his breaking point and mutters, “To hell with this.”

His hands are under my arms and scooping me up from the floor so fast that I don’t even have time to blink. The next thing I know, I’m tossed onto the bed like a feather, landing on my back. He’s hovering over me in a split second, pulling down the cups of my bra and sucking on one nipple, his hand massaging the other.

I moan out loud, and he chuckles against my breast. He lifts his head at the same time one hand skims down to the edge of my panties, and he says, “It’s not so fun to be tortured and played with, is it?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

With that, he sits up on his haunches between my legs. His hands grip one side of my panties, and with brute strength, he tears it apart.

“Alex!”

He’s in the process of snaking them down the one leg they are still together on and doesn’t answer me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot as hell, but damn these things were stupid expensive.

“Do you have any idea how much those cost me?”

“Do you really think I give a shit right now? I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs, and I’ll tear every goddamn one of them off of you if you ever pull that shit again, do you understand?”

I don’t answer because his hands are spreading my thighs apart. His fingers start to slide inside of me slowly, and my eyes close as my back arches off the bed.

“Do you understand me, Julia?” His voice is thick with desire.

“I understand, Alex. Now please, f*ck me.”

He blankets my body with his, bracing his weight on one forearm and lifting one of my knees to his shoulder before ramming into me with no hesitation.

Perfect. Brilliant. Sensory overload.

“Don’t stop,” I plead in between moans.

Alex keeps pumping in and out of me, my body meeting his every thrust, and on the verge of bursting from the inside out.

He drops my knee from his shoulder and burrows his hands behind my back. Sitting back on his haunches, he takes me with him so that I can be in complete control. I find the perfect rhythm, and at this angle, the friction against my clit quickly becomes too much for me. Alex roughly grips my waist and takes back control of my movements as my head falls backward.

“Look at me, Julia,” he says between clenched teeth. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

My head lolls forward, and I pull his lips to mine. His tongue grazes my bottom lip, but he doesn’t kiss me yet. He pumps me hard up and down on his cock a few times and then hits the sweet spot, and I splinter in two, my inner walls gripping him tighter and pulling his orgasm out of him while I’m still riding mine out.