Dangerous Temptations (20 page)

He licked down my slit, sucking up my arousal and finally bringing his mouth down on me. His tongue worked me, bringing me back to panting and gasping for air. He added two fingers, twisting and grinding deeper inside me.

“Ah, yes, god…yes…” I screamed, pulling at my own hair. I didn’t know what else to do anymore. I could barely control the way my body responded to him. The intensity, the pace, the way he owned my body. It was so much.

As he continued—his tongue, his fingers, his mouth—all formed a rhythm until I screamed out his name and came in his mouth.

“Christ…you taste incredible when you come, Mac. I swear, nothing even compares to it.” I heard his words, but I was panting, unable to respond.

I watched as he wiped his mouth, coming up to lie next to me. He was still rock hard, and I wondered how he’d been able to hold off for so long. He leaned over and kissed me, gently and slow. My body was humming, adrenaline finally taking over and giving me the energy I wanted.

I LOWERED MY
arm and palmed his cock in my hand, still hard and thick. I rubbed up and down the slickness—a combination of the both of us.

“I meant it when I said I’d be putting your ass to better use.” He did say that on our first night. It was hot then, and it’s even fucking hotter now.

A shiver ran down my body at his demanding tone. I loved it when his voice went deep—gravelly and hoarse.

I continued stroking him, challenging his words. “Mac…” he warned, a smirk forming on my lips.

“You need it,” I assured him. “That has to be painful by now.”

“Nothing with you would ever feel painful, baby.”

“Then let me.” I gripped him harder, stroking and twisting my hand up and down his length.

He covered my mouth again, but this time it was eager, needy. His tongue controlled mine, stroking fast and deep.

He sat up and before I could grasp what he was doing, he flipped me over on my stomach. My hands splayed flat on the mattress as he kneeled between my legs, drawing my hips toward him. My ass was pressed against his erection as he rubbed a hand up my spine, pushing my shoulders down to the bed.

“Gorgeous…” I heard him say. “So fucking gorgeous like this, Mac.” He leaned over me kissing down my spine, my waist, and settling on my ass. His hands glided up and down my back, landing on my hips as he pulled me onto his cock, teasing and torturing as he slowly thrust in and out.

I arched my back, pushing my ass out further for him. I was aching, dripping wet for him and the longer I waited, the more I craved. He felt so good, my walls tightly gripping him as he fucked me from behind. He was rough, greedy. Moaning, panting, screaming—the only things I could hear between our bodies coming together, molded and secured as one. It was almost too much—too much to feel, too much to crave, too much to need.

I knew being with Alex was going to change my life now, but I was no longer scared. The risk of feeling this strongly for another person was worth it all. I hadn’t realized it before, but I realized it now.

I’d never be the same again.

“Mac…Mac…” he growled in pleasurable agony, thrusting deeply once more before releasing inside me. I screamed and moaned with him, my body tightening as we came together.

He rolled me over and towered over me, cupping my face in his hands and staring down at me. His eyes expressed a mixture of satisfaction and fear…I knew, because I was feeling the same way. He brushed his lips against mine, slow and soft, finalizing what we both knew—this was it. No more fighting, denying what we have, no more secrets, no more pretending
we
didn’t happen.

Facing William would be hard, but it was the right thing to do. Telling him the truth, everything—that’d be the most painful. But I knew my life with William was over.

Chapter Twenty-One

I woke up in a mess of sheets and tangled limbs. Alex was breathing quietly next to me, my body curled up against him. After spending all morning naked and in bed, we ended up passing out before lunch. I had managed to text Chelsea in between to tell her I was taking a personal day. My first personal day in two years. I just hoped she didn’t come searching for me.

“Mmm…” Alex rolled toward me and moaned in my ear. “This bed is so much more comfortable when you’re in it.”

“That’s because the mattress isn’t used to being worked out that much,” I teased, wrapping a leg over his hip.

“Well, let’s just hope we don’t break it.” He smirked and kissed the tip of my nose. “We could try to break our previous record and see?” I felt his lips curl up against me at the memory of doing it three times that first night.

“I’m going to start thinking sex is all you want from me…” I taunted, raising my eyebrows up at him.

“That’s the farthest thing from the truth, Mac.” I smiled up at him, relieved to hear him say those words.

“So…what do you do all day when I’m at work?” I often wondered but never brought it up.

“Sleep, play video games, order in food.” I scowled at him, earning a deep, throaty laugh in response. “I’m kidding.”

I sighed. “I hope so. Although that sounds just about right for a spoiled, rich kid,” I mocked, crying out in shock as he lowered his body over mine and began tickling me under the arms and down to my hips. “Oh my god…stop it!” I laughed harder, trying to push him away. His hands went down my legs, tickling my thighs and knees. It was a shock of pleasure torture, my legs kicking him away until he stopped. “That was just cruel.”

“That’d be a lot more convincing if you weren’t smiling.” He crawled back over me, placing a gentle kiss on my mouth.

“Well, the least you could do is feed me now. I mean, I’m practically malnourished.” He laughed and shook his head at me, kissing me once more before sliding out of bed.

I watched as he threw a pair of shorts on and asked over his shoulder, “The works?” He grinned, remembering all the food we ate at the hotel that morning.

“Of course.” I smiled back, admiring his backside as he walked out.

I lay in his bed a moment, breathing in and out slowly as I came to terms with everything. I felt like I was a forty-something-year-old experiencing a mid-life crisis, except I was a twenty-five-year-old woman about to change everything I thought I knew—everything I thought I wanted.

But Alex changed that. He showed me perhaps I wasn’t as happy and content with my life as I thought I was. William was great, and he’s a wonderful man, but settling for the wrong someone wasn’t something I was willing to do anymore. As much as it hurt to say, it was the truth all along.

I quickly hopped in the shower, rinsed off, and pulled on one of his oversized t-shirts. By the time I was done, I could smell the bacon sizzling and the maple syrup heating up.

It smelled perfect.

I walked into the kitchen to a shirtless Alex cooking at the stove—my new favorite sight ever. He was humming along to some tune in his head as he flipped pancakes on the griddle.

“You know…a woman could just get used to this.” I stood by the breakfast bar and watched him.

He looked at me over his shoulder and grinned. “I don’t know…perhaps you should wait until after you’ve tried it.”

“That’s true.” I sighed dramatically. “Maybe I should help.” I walked up behind him, his arm coming around my shoulders, molding my body to his.

He leaned down and pressed his face into my hair. “Christ, you smell delicious.”

“Wild strawberry,” I stated and smiled. He kissed the top of my head, flipping pancakes and humming.

I walked over to the coffee maker and poured a cup. He had one sitting out already, so I refilled it for him. He handed me the creamer and I poured us both a generous amount. I reached over and set his cup down next to him, grabbing the loaf of bread in the process. I popped four slices into the toaster and took out two plates from the cupboard in front of me. He opened the fridge door, grabbed the butter, and handed it to me before I could ask. We worked in smooth synchrony until we had a counter filled with food. It was nearly perfect.

“Not bad, Chef Alex. I think with some more training, you could just be a keeper in the kitchen,” I teased. We sat at the table across from each other, our knees bumping together as we devoured everything.

“Actually, I had thought about being a chef when I was younger. But once college started, I didn’t have as much time to perfect my skills,” he said genuinely.

“Really? What happened?”

He shrugged, looking down at his plate. “Not really an ‘acceptable’ career for the Lancaster blood.”

I narrowed my brows, feeling sad for him. “That’s dumb,” I spat. “Being a chef is a great position. Think of all the chefs in Manhattan who work in prestigious restaurants with booming careers. Plus, you do look pretty hot in the kitchen…just imagining you wearing a chef’s hat and apron has me dripping wet right now.” I sucked in my lower lip, playfully messing with him.

“I’d be careful what you wish for, sweetheart…I’ve been pretty nice so far.” He winked, sending a shiver down my spine at the threat of his promise.

“Are you saying I couldn’t handle it?”

“I’m saying that was just a warm-up.” He locked eyes with mine, the truth of his words evident in his face.

“It’s a good thing you fed me then…” I licked my lips, anticipating his next move. He grinned and pushed his chair back as he stood up and walked over to me.

He grabbed my chair and shifted it in front of him so our bodies were facing each other. His eyes remained locked on mine as his lips curled into a devilish grin. He knelt down and spread my legs open, positioning himself right in between. I sat and watched with excitement as his hands roamed up my thighs and stopped at the crease of my thigh. His eyes followed his hands and then he quickly looked up at me with a smirk I knew meant he was up to no good.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“What?” I gasped as he looped a finger in my panties and began circling my clit.

“Behind your back…” he growled, looking up at me with hooded eyes. I complied and locked them behind me. “Good girl.”

My body shivered as he touched me again and wrapped a finger in my panties, sliding them down my legs. I watched as he threw them behind him and licked his lips. He gripped my thigh, squeezing with just enough force to make me twitch in anticipation. He leaned down and kissed the soft spot on the inside of my thigh and continued moving up and to my other thigh.

I kept waiting, expecting his mouth on me at any moment, but he continued his delicious torture of touching me everywhere except where I needed him the most.

“Alex…” I pleaded, squirming in the chair. He continued moving my shirt up and over my hips, exposing my pussy right in front of him. He dipped his head, kissing down my stomach and around my belly button. I could feel my body heating up, begging for it—for him to relieve the ache—but his tongue continued its slow agony as he avoided my clit. “Alex…” I said again, warning him. I needed his mouth on me.

“You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes…” I panted, arching my hips out to him.

“I can smell you, Mac. Your scent…so fucking incredible.” He traced his tongue alongside my pussy, just out of reach of where I needed him. “I can see how wet you are…” He placed a small kiss just above my clit, sending a rush of shivers down to my core. I felt my body tighten, my hips jerking in response as I craved his tongue inside me.

My hands began to unravel behind me, unable to take it anymore. He caught them just before I brought them around me, securing them back behind me. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned. It was the second time he told me that and a part of me wanted to test him…just to see what he’d do. But the intense look in his eyes captivated me and before I could rebel, he was back in between my legs and captured my pussy with his mouth,
finally
, making me gasp in response to his sudden intrusion.

“God…yes…” I moaned, pushing my hips out to him. He licked up and down my slit, sucked on my clit, and pushed his tongue inside me. Whimpered cries of pleasure escaped my throat as he pushed two fingers inside, curling them deep and hard. I could barely hold on, but his hands held me down. I wanted to rake my hands through his hair, squeeze and pull him closer, but I wasn’t about to test him now. I knew if I did, he’d stop, and that was the last thing I wanted him to do right now.

I screamed and panted until my body broke down and shook relentlessly. His moans muffled in my pussy set me off, my walls tightening around his fingers as he quickened the pace. “Oh my god…Alex…” I barely had the chance to recover before he grabbed my arms and lifted me up with him. His lips covered my mouth, his taste mixed with my arousal.

He walked us around the table and then spun me around, facing the wall. My palms hit the wall like bricks on pavement as his hands slowly, roughly caressed down my back and hips. “One taste of you would never be enough, baby. Never.” He knelt down, gripping my hips and kissing down my spine. I felt his tongue at the base of my ass, moving his body in between my legs.

He turned and faced me, his back to the wall as he knelt in front of me. I stood with my arms and legs spread as he stayed low, wrapping each hand around my thighs. He drew my hips toward him as his mouth found my clit again, his tongue circling around the bud and pulling it in between his teeth. I moaned at the sensation, the pressure, and intensity building up inside me. I was still extremely sensitive, my body barely recovered from his mouth’s assault just moments ago.

Panting, I arched my hips forward as his mouth greedily sucked and licked. My body on fire as I shook in relief, certain I couldn’t take anymore.

He released his grip as he sat on the floor with his legs bent. His eyes met mine as I watched him remove his bottoms, his arousal hard and evident. “Sit,” he ordered, but I shook my head no. My body was buzzing, and I was quite sure I’d pull a muscle if I moved again. His hands wrapped around my calves and squeezed. “I don’t think I can…” I groaned.

He looked up at me and grinned. “Sweetheart, we’re not done until you come on my cock.” His words were electrifying, unable to resist the pull they had on me. I straddled him and let him guide me onto him. “Keep your hands on the wall, baby.” He was painfully hard, filling me as deep as he could go.

I threw my head back as his mouth and hands explored my body. One hand squeezed my breast with just enough force that it nearly made me cry out in pleasure and his lips on my other breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth.

He kept up the pace, thrusting into me as his mouth and hands touched, grabbed, and sucked. It was more intense this time, but I didn’t want it to stop.

“I wanna hear you while I suck on your tits, Mac,” I heard him growl out his demand just before scraping his teeth against my nipple as he pulled it back in his mouth. I gasped, surprised by just how much I enjoyed it. “That’s it, baby girl.”

His tongue had licked up between my breasts before his lips found my mouth again, our bodies moving in rhythm as a ripple of pleasure overpowered me, setting us both over the edge.

I was spent. I didn’t care if he came at me with a cock made of gold—I needed some recovery time.

He brushed his hands through my hair, bringing my face down to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me, slowly and passionately. “I can’t get enough, Mac. It’s never going to be enough with you.” I kissed him in response, enjoying this softer side of him. He was a little bit of everything, but the way he adored me, needed me, cherished me—that was the side I loved the most. I never had that before, and since he had shown me what it felt like, I never wanted to let go.