Connections (11 page)

“I’ll be right back,” Alex murmured, glancing down at her.
 
His cock jerked again when he saw her nipples poke through the fabric of her top.
 
He realized she was literally trembling with arousal and he almost groaned out loud, wanting nothing more than to bring the both of them release.

“Where are you going?” she whispered.

“To the bathroom,” he said, pointedly.
 
Understanding dawned on her face.
 
“I won’t be long.”

He turned to leave, but she stepped forward quickly, reaching out to grab his arm.
 
“Wait,” she said softly.
 
He watched with bated breath as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss him.
 
He let her lead the kiss, let her control it.
 
In his ear, she whispered hotly, “I dreamed about us a couple nights ago.”

He stiffened, every inch of him coming alive.
 
“Oh?” he growled, leaning down to nibble on the shell of her ear.

“I woke up wet.
 
I was aching for you,” she murmured huskily.

She was trying to kill him.
 
That was the only explanation.
 
Blood rushed downwards, leaving him lightheaded and reeling.
 
“And what did you do about it?”
 
He didn’t even recognize his own voice.
 
This stranger’s voice was rough and scratchy with desire.

“I could show you,” she suggested, trailing her fingertips down his chest to the waist of his slacks.
 
Her soft fingers unbuckled his belt quickly while he stood frozen, trying to comprehend what was happening.
 
His brain couldn’t catch up.
 
“But only if you show me.”

Holy fuck
.

This was real.
 
This was actually happening.
 
This once-shy little minx was seducing him stupid.

But it was time to take back the control.

He grabbed Olivia roughly and dragged her until her body was flush with his own.
 
Until he could feel her curves melting into him.
 
He bit her neck, tugging her hair back to expose more.
 
“Don’t toy with me, darling,” he grunted.

“I’m not,” she gasped out.
 
Her hips wriggled, coming into contact with his groin.
 
He rocked against her to sustain the pleasure.

“Then get in my bedroom.
 
Now
.”

It was dark in Alex’s bedroom.

Olivia bit her lip and watched as he turned on the lamp on his nightstand.

He walked stiffly, probably on account of the impressive bulge in his pants.
 
Her mouth watered, but she reminded herself that he was only watching.
 
And she wasn’t sure she wanted to take this any farther than that.

Alex dragged the arm chair by his rather bare bookcase and placed it a few feet from the foot of the bed.
 
Olivia was already drenched, but another spike of pleasure shot through her when she realized how close he’d be.
 
He’d be able to see everything.
 
But surprisingly, that thought didn’t scare her anymore.
 
It would’ve when they’d just met.
 
But now, Olivia knew he loved her body and that she turned him on like crazy.
 
The thought gave her a confidence she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Alex settled himself in the chair comfortably, his gaze intense.
 
“I won’t touch you, but you’ll show me everything.”
 
He started unbuttoning his shirt once again and he tossed it to the floor, revealing his sculpted chest.
 
“Strip,” he ordered, leaning back.

Olivia’s legs clenched together at his command.
 
She loved when he got like this.

Her fingers came to the hem of her top and she slowly pulled it over her head before dropping it on the floor.
 
The cold air made her nipples pucker tighter and she shivered underneath his heated gaze.
 
She unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper before shimmying out of them.
 
Alex made a sound at her wiggling and she bit back a triumphant smile.

Next was her bra.
 
She let the straps fall gently from her shoulders, her eyes never leaving Alex.
 
He was completely focused on her movements and when she reached around to unclasp her bra, he ran a hand down his mouth once her breasts sprang free.
 
He leaned forward a bit, watching intently as she cupped her hands underneath them.

“Play with them,” he commanded hoarsely.
 
Flushing from his voice, she couldn’t help but moan, her eyelids fluttering closed as she tweaked her nipples.

Opening her eyes, she smiled teasingly.
 
“You’re such a breast man, Alex.”

He gave a wicked smirk, shifting in the chair.
 
“No, I think I’m an everything man when it comes to you, darling.”
 
His eyes were so dark they appeared black in this light.
 
They followed the lines of her body to the last remaining piece of clothing.
 
“Let me see the rest of you.”

Releasing her breasts, she slipped her fingers into the thin straps of her thong and pulled it down the length of her legs.
 
She bent over, letting her breasts fall freely for him to see and he groaned in appreciation, his hand almost reflexively coming to his groin.

She was about to drop her thong to the floor with the rest of her clothing, but he shook his head.
 
“No, give me that.”

Another shock of pleasure raced through her.
 
But she did as he requested.
 
She walked closer to him, watching as he took in every last inch of her.
 
She wanted to feel his touch so desperately.
 
She was aching for it.

But true to his word, he didn’t touch her.
 
He plucked the thong from her hand and immediately tucked it into the pocket of his slacks, his eyes never leaving her bare body.

Frowning, she brushed the hair away from his forehead.
 
“Please touch me, Alex,” she pleaded.
 
His hands clenched on the arm of the chair.

He shook his head, his voice completely guttural.
 
“I told you I wouldn’t.”

“Even if I made you?” she asked.
 
His eyes flashed up to hers dangerously, warning her.
 
She ignored it.
 
She swung her legs over his, straddling him in the chair, her knees sinking into the fabric on either side of him.

He groaned, his eyes running down the length of her body and back up, burning her in their wake.
 
“Careful, darling,” he rasped.
 
“Or else this is gonna be over before it even starts.”

She grabbed his hands and pulled them up to her breasts.
 
“Just touch me for a little bit,” she whispered to him, arching into his warm, rough hands.
 
“Please,” she added breathlessly.
 
Without any further hesitation, he squeezed her breasts appreciatively and gently rolled her nipples while she gasped at his touch.

One of his hands came around her back to rest on her ass until he drew it down further, brushing her sex from behind.
 
She jumped, moaning in surprise when he plunged a finger into her tight sheath before withdrawing just as suddenly.

He replaced his hands on the arms of the chair, his eyes burning with a ferocity she’d seen in him before.
 
She knew that look.
 
It meant he was on the very edge of his control.
 
And she was toying with him.

“Get on the bed, Liv, and show me what you do at night when you wake up wanting me,” he murmured lowly.

She whimpered when she lost his touch, but figured it was for the best.
 
She was already teetering on the edge of release just from their foreplay.

She swung her legs off the chair and turned towards the bed.
 
Behind her, she heard the unmistakeable sound of Alex’s zipper as he lowered it.
 
Olivia quickened her pace.
 
Sitting at the foot of his bed, she glanced at Alex only a few feet in front of her and then her eyes dropped to his lap where the crown of his erection peeked up from the waistband of his briefs.

She was panting with excitement, her whole body tingling, overwhelmed.
 
She lay back on his comfy sheets, one of her elbows supporting her weight so she could still watch him.
 
She drew her knees up so that her feet were flat on the bed and then she trailed her fingers down to where she was throbbing, aching.

Alex cursed lowly from the chair as her fingers found her folds.
 
Flushed pink from head to toe, she watched as he drew the rest of his length from his briefs and began stroking from the base to the tip, slowly at first.
 
He gripped himself harder when she moaned and dipped a couple digits into herself.

“Tell me what you were dreaming of,” he demanded, his voice husky.
 
He ran a thumb over the tip of his erection and then drew it downwards, his eyes like fire on her skin.

Her throat felt tight, but she got the words out, teasing her clit the way he teased himself.
 
“I had this vibrator in college.
 
Whenever my roommate went home for the weekends, I would play with myself.”
 
Alex hissed out a surprised breath and his hand sped up, the flesh of his cock an angry red.
 
“In my dream,
you
were the one playing with me.
 
I was spread out in front of you and tied.
 
My legs were spread so wide apart that you could see my clit and my opening.”

“Fuck, Liv,” Alex breathed from the chair, closing his eyes for a brief second before they flashed back open.
 
Little beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and that same errant lock of black hair hung down rebelliously.

Gasping, she continued, “You had the vibrator.
 
You turned it on the highest setting and let it rest on my clit.
 
Sometimes you would tap it, other times you would push the vibrator up into me until I was thrashing with pleasure.
 
But you would never let me come.
 
I think you were punishing me.”

Olivia was on the edge.
 
Just telling him her erotic dream could have brought her off.
 
But her fingers and his gaze and the sight of him pleasuring himself was becoming too much.
 
Her senses were being overloaded.

Alex seemed to feel the same because he slowed his strokes, his breath ragged.

“You were touching yourself, like you are now.
 
And you brought me to the edge over and over again, but you never let me come.
 
Every time you thought I was close, you’d stop.
 
And then you’d start again.
 
I was screaming, begging you to let me come.”

“And did I let you?” Alex rumbled, his voice thick.

Olivia shook her head, moaning.
 
“I don’t know.
 
I woke up.”
 
Her voice rising, she panted, “
Oh
, Alex, I’m almost there.”

He cursed again and said, “Come over here, Liv.
 
Straddle me.”

“But Alex—.”

“I just want to kiss you.
 
I won’t touch you,” he assured her.
 
That wasn’t what she was afraid of.
 
She was afraid that if she got anywhere near that beautiful length of his, she’d feed it into her sheath inch by inch, consequences be damned.

Nevertheless, she stood up on shaky legs, her elbow a bit sore from being in an odd position.
 
She swung herself over his legs and settled down on his thighs, watching him stroke himself more closely.
 
The head of his erection was a combination of red and purple and pre-cum slowly leaked from the tip.

“Touch yourself, darling,” Alex groaned, before capturing her lips in a fierce kiss.
 
His tongue maddened her and she slipped her fingers between them to do as he requested.
 
Her hips jerked when she skimmed over her clit.
 
She was only moments away from orgasming.

Her nipples rubbed against Alex’s bare chest as they kissed and Olivia could feel the jerky motion of his arm vibrate through her body as he pleasured himself.

It was too much for her.

His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her come.
 
Her fingers furiously rubbed against her clit as she felt muscles deep inside contract and release, contract and release.
 
Her head tossed back, a small scream torn from her throat at the intensity of her orgasm.

Alex was saying something.
 
She gazed at him through waves of her pleasure, her lips parted, cheeks flushed.

“That’s it, Liv.
 
Come for me.
 
Just like that,” he grunted, working himself harder.
 
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.
 
I’m gonna come any second just watching you.”

And true to his word, jets of white burst from his tip a few moments later, coating his stomach and hand.
 
Alex groaned harshly, the sound prolonging Olivia’s own pleasure.
 
The cords in his neck stretched tight and strained as his head leaned back.

Her head lolled to the side, completely boneless as she came down from her high, and she fell into Alex’s chest, uncaring that she was now sticky with his semen.