Scandalized(26)

My brain goes haywire and I actually get a head rush just imagining what he’s going to do. I need… I need more air before he does that.

“Wait.”

He looks up at me. “What?”

“I’m almost naked.”

He stares, waiting, breath impatient and hot against my stomach. “And?”

“And you’re not.”

With understanding, he backs up, standing at the foot of the bed, and reaches for his belt. I immediately realize my mistake. Watching him take his pants off in broad daylight isn’t going to help me relax. The buckle clicks softly, metal on metal in the quiet room. The sound of his zipper lowering is obscene; I hear it tooth by tooth, and he bites his lip through a grin that is, I have to assume, related to whatever my face is doing while I’m watching him.

So, to retaliate, I slide my hand up my body, cupping my breast. Lightly pinching my nipple.

Alec lets out a little grunt, upping the ante in this game by hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his dark briefs, tugging them down, and freeing the hard length trapped there. And then, with his gaze on my face, he wraps his hand around it and strokes himself.

I’m moving on instinct, mouth watering, sitting up at the foot of the bed to run my hands up his thighs to his hips, pulling him one step closer so I can push his hand away and hold him steady for the long, wet draw of my tongue.

He exhales a surprised curse, steadying himself with a hand on my shoulder.

Over my tongue he’s smooth and hard; he tastes like lust. I look up at his face to catch his expression when I spread my mouth over the tip of him, sucking.

With a moan he steps back and bends to kiss my jaw.

“Gigi?”

“Hm?”

His mouth slides over mine. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“You tricked me into taking my clothes off.”

I laugh. “And you teased me by touching yourself. You don’t like being kissed here?”

“I like it too much,” he says, and groans when I stroke him. Kissing me again, Alec pushes at my shoulders until I’m flat on the bed. His hand comes over mine around him and moves with me for a few strokes before he guides me away. “Not yet.”

With his hands under my arms, he drags me up the mattress before climbing down between my legs again, planting wet and open-mouthed kisses down my torso.

Tugging the satin of my underwear to the side, he leans over, spreading me with his thumb and bending to press a soft, sucking kiss directly over my clit.

I don’t know how I live through what comes next. It’s his open hungry mouth, sucking me with full lips, exploring me with an expert, teasing tongue. It’s fingers that are gentle at first, one, then two, and then three—when it’s no longer teasing and seductive but fucking, his whole arm working those fingers deep and fast until everything in me is heat and light, until the pleasure is so intense it’s the only thing I’m conscious of, until my own sharp cries penetrate somehow, how loud I am, how I have to be quiet, I have to, and I’m pulling a pillow over my face to—

Alec reaches up, grabbing it and throwing it roughly to the side.

So my scream comes out unimpeded, aimed at the ceiling, filling the air.

I’m breathless, with an arm thrown over my face, chest heaving to catch my breath, but he doesn’t immediately pull back. He kisses me there sweetly, close-mouthed, and it’s like a soft landing after a long, hard fall. I have never even imagined oral sex like that. I never knew it existed.

Equally breathless, Alec crawls up my body, dragging his mouth as he goes, but stops at my breasts.

“Good?” he asks, and then licks a wet circle around my nipple.

I nod, letting my arm fall away.

“Look at me,” he whispers. “Look at me and say it.”

“I’m dead.” I manage to drag my eyes open, but it takes me a few breaths to get words out. “No one has ever done it to me like that.”

He points his tongue, circling it around and around. “Like what?”

A kink for the words, this one.

“So wild and—” I gasp up to the ceiling. “Hard.”

I can feel him staring at me for a second longer before he turns his attention back to my breasts, licking and sucking, wet. The sound of his mouth pulling away, his low groans against my skin, make me shake with longing: how he makes me feel completely insatiable and greedy after coming so hard not two minutes ago is unreal. But I understand his intentions when he rises over me, shifting to straddle my ribs, and pressing my breasts together around his cock.

“This okay?”

I nod, but he shifts his gaze to my face, flicking up a playfully annoyed eyebrow. “I like it,” I tell him, grinning.

He plays with my breasts as he starts to move, leaving me free to run my hands over his thighs, his waist and chest, scraping my nails gently over his nipples, making him hiss out a tight, hungry sound.

“Yeah,” he says when I do it again.

And that single word becomes a whispered call and response, with his growing tighter, mine more encouraging; I have never in my life seen anything more erotic than Alec hungrily chasing pleasure.

My hands smooth over his skin everywhere and finally come over his fingers, wet and slippery, and he leaves me to hold my breasts around him as he reaches up, gripping the headboard.