Lust (24 page)

Alexander barely flinched at my words as I lay there naked,
pinned to his bed. Alexander wasn’t maimed by the instigation,
but he was surely more excited. “Don’t set me off, little girl.

You have my cock so hard, I won’t be held responsible for how
hard I fuck you tonight.”

The air was erotic as his words lingered. My body tensed
against his, wanting him to keep to his words. Gasping, I continued
to push up against him, and there: the penetration I had
so longed for. The head of his cock was large, and even though I
was soaked, there was pressure and tightness as his hand guided
his dick into me for the first time.

“Ah, Alexander.” My moan was loud, liberating, and desperate
for more.

His penis, thick and stone hard, plunged into me, extending
into the depths of my wall. My sex was tight around his
large erection. Every swift movement in and out forced me to
stretch and wet every inch of him.

“Is that moaning because I should stop? Are you not enjoying
this, or is this too weak for you?” Alexander’s voice was
hoarse and deep, breathing heavily between words.

“So my words do get to you.” I laughed, playing with his
ego again. His free hand went to my mouth and covered it. He
knew he couldn’t shush me if he tried.

“No, not your words, Evangeline. It is you. You get to me,
to my core.” Smacking into me, he was deep inside; he filled
every bit of me with his massiveness. “If you don’t stop being
so fresh, I will find something to gag you with.”

His allusion to gagging made my thoughts jump to my
fun bag. I had lots of toys but never a gag ball. Hmmm, maybe…

“Are you spacing out on me?” Alexander stopped moving;
he looked upset.

“Oh God no. When you mentioned gagging me, I thought
about some toys we could try and that I had actually never tried
a gag ball, but—”

Letting go of my wrists, he put his arm under my waist
and flipped me onto my belly and then pulled me up against
his chest. One arm swooped across my chest, holding me
with force; his hand across my mouth again, the other hand
wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his cock.

Seeing his full force, I was excited by every movement he
made.

“You are going to regret telling me about the toys. Bring it
on, baby. I haven’t tried many toys, but with you—shit, I can’t
get enough of this.”

Pushing the top half of my body down on the bed, my ass
high to his waist, he pressed into me roughly, making me jerk
up. His large hand pushed me down as the other hand smacked
the left side of my ass.

“Oh shit!” I let out unexpectedly.

Alexander slowed concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. No, don’t stop, please. You feel so amazing, so good
inside me!” I couldn’t help but express my pleasure as he stroked
my back in the same motion as he penetrated me.

The confirmation of my enjoyment was apparently pushing
him over the edge, because then he slowed. I turned my head
slightly as he was lifting the blindfold. He said “Do you…I
mean, are you…?” He was overwhelming and cute with his
sincere concern.

“Alexander, I’m thirty-two and not a virgin. I’m on the
pill, and I have always used a condom.” I smiled at him sweetly,
expressing a thank you in my smile for his concern and thought
to ask.

But my response concerned him. “I don’t have one: a
condom.”

“That’s OK.” I added, “I want you raw—all skin, all you.”

I wanted to do for him what he had done for me; I wanted to
taste him, all of him. So, as he motioned to replace the blindfold
over his eyes, I stopped him. “No. Don’t. I want you to
watch me.” His look was of confusion and excitement as I eased
him out of me and turned to face him.

Bringing myself closer to him, I lightly brushed my lips
on his chest, his throat, and then came to his lips. “I want to
taste you in me.” His chest became large as those erotic words
filled his breath. Easing him down with his back onto the bed,
I crawled toward his erection, and with his head slightly lifted,
he watched as I took all of him into my mouth.

His hands ran through my hair, holding my head into him,
and his head sank back into bed. The feeling of him was amazing—
smoothness and hardness in every stretch of his manhood.

Now I took his wrists and pinned them to his side, and
he giggled immediately, but I didn’t stop. I pressed into his
wrists as I took him further into my throat. I could feel his
body tighten and his fists clench; he was getting to his orgasm.

With my fast, wet takes of his erection, he roared. Flexing
his hips, forcing his erection deep into my mouth, he filled me.

His moaning went on, loud and continuous, until he melted
into the sheets. I fell into his lap, trying to catch my breath.

“Never have I—”

I shushed him, only wanting to hear his heart beat against
my own.

From where I lay, I could see a clock on the nightstand.

I couldn’t have been happier to have not slept the way I did.

Resting on his thighs, I mumbled, “Alexander, we should get
some rest. It’s five a.m.” I didn’t move as I spoke, even though
I knew I should have gone into another room to begin with to
spend the night sleeping. “Alex—”

His arms reached under mine and pulled me up onto his
chest. “Just sleep. Rest with me. I wouldn’t allow you to go anywhere
if you tried, so save your energy.” He moved my hair off
of my face and stared deeply into my eyes, forcing me to swallow
down the fear that his eyes filled me with. I wasn’t fearful of
him, but of the possibilities and future he held in his eyes.

I didn’t respond.

I didn’t move.

I did as he asked, not because I decided to obey him but
because my body had no desire to move. We lay staring at each
other for some time, and at some point we both fell into a deep,
intoxicating sleep.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Life was happening around me. I could hear cars and horns,
planes flying overhead, and a scent of blooms. Sweet summer
scents filled me in my state of half sleep and half wakefulness.

I took deep breaths and filled my lungs with what felt like a
rebirth. Opening my eyes wide to calibrate my sights, I found
myself covered by a muscular body and soft, smooth, Burberryscented
skin.

Alexander’s body was entwined in my own. His arm draped
over my chest, and his large legs swirled in between mine. The
moment was peaceful and serene. Recalling the events that led
to this moment was intense. As I relived them, all the emotions
and feelings coursed through my veins.

Slowly slipping from under his hold, I slid out of bed to go
compose myself in the restroom—once I found it.

Not wanting to wake him, I went down to the first floor
and used the guest bathroom instead. I expected to find a
mess, not having washed off my makeup from the night before.

Instead, I found glowing sights: bright eyes and a wide
smile. I looked rested and relieved—relieved from stress and
from the emotional containment that had been held within
me for so long.

I finished washing up and put on Alexander’s dress shirt
that I had found on the bedroom floor. I would figure out how
I would dress to leave later. Walking out of the bathroom and
into the main room, I was flooded with sunlight and splendid
views of the city and Central Park specifically.

“Wow, this is beautiful.”

I moved closer to the windows, and taking everything in, I
relaxed my eyes and soaked in the sunlight. Sighing in enjoyment,
I was worry free and truly without agenda or plan—no
reason to rush, no reason to move—simply me. Crossing the
room into the kitchen, I felt the cold, smooth granite counter of
the island. The kitchen was fit for a master chef; it was splendid
to be in, and so I decided to make some breakfast. Alexander
would undoubtedly be hungry when he woke.

The clock on the oven read 12:03 p.m. Knowing what little
I did about him, I wasn’t sure if he was a late sleeper or early
riser. Having gone to bed at six, it wouldn’t have mattered had
I known anyway.

Opening the refrigerator, I was surprised to find it was fully
stocked. Single men don’t usually have an expansive stock of
groceries in the home.

What should I prepare for him? I thought. I didn’t really know
what he liked, as I had never seen him eat.

“Are you planning an attack on my fridge or looking
for your contact lenses?” The voice came from behind the
refrigerator door. But I wasn’t startled, as it was pleasantly
familiar.

Moving the door to see more, I discovered Alexander leaning
against the island counter. I tilted my forehead against the
fridge door, holding it open with my hand, looking in awe at
the vision that was Alexander.

What a sight!

How I had resisted him was beyond me.

“No. I was going to make something to eat so we can regain
some energy,” I replied purposefully, obvious in what I was saying.

I smiled at him.

Pushing himself toward me, he stood directly in front
of me, smoothing my hair out of my eyes. He leaned in and
kissed me sweetly, heavenly, on my lips. As he released, he
eased the refrigerator door open, keeping his eyes on me.

“Let’s see what we can do about getting something into you;
food, that is.”

Laughing out loud, he sifted through the contents within
as I stood back and just watched him. I’m not sure if it was the
fact that he stood in front me with boxer briefs on that hugged
his ass tightly or that he knew his way around the fridge, but I
was horny for him!

“Are you purposely trying to make me feel self-conscious?”

I snapped out of my thoughts; I hadn’t realized I was staring
at him like he was a piece of meat—and what a piece of
meat he was! “Sorry, I was admiring, that’s all. So, what would
you like for breakfast?” The question wasn’t a difficult one, but
it stopped Alexander from what he was doing.

“Can you ever not be in control of everything? I do know
how to cook, you know. At the orphanage—when I was young,
I learned a little cooking. So, we have eggs, bacon, sausage. I
can make pancakes, waffles…I think pretty much anything you
may want for breakfast.”

I was taken aback, not that he could cook but that he had
glossed over being in an orphanage when he was younger. He
was quick to move past the topic was my cue that he didn’t
want to talk about it. And honestly, it was too personal of a
subject for me to want to get into, so I didn’t.

“How about this, chef? Since we both have control issues—”

I began.

But Alexander jumped in. “Some more than others.”

Pinching his left butt cheek, I playfully yelled at him, “Hey,
be nice. So, like I was saying, let’s cook for each other. I’ll make
um…omelets with a hollandaise sauce, and you can make some
waffles. How’s that, sous chef?”

I spoke but he barely listened, too busy undressing what
little I was wearing with his eyes.

“Hey, pervert, are you listening to me?” I stood with my
hands on my hips, scolding him, purposely pushing the shirt
up higher.

“Yeah, I’m listening to the scent that your hot body is
giving off. Kidding, I’m kidding! OK, so, I’ll take bacon and
cheese omelet, and I’ll make you my world famous Belgian
waffles.”

Alexander turned to grab the ingredients we needed, and
the realization of the moment hit me like a ton of bricks. The
feeling of a “relationship” was evident and it quivered within
my thoughts.