Holiday Bound (5 page)

“Alex,” she whispered. She pressed her hip against his penis. She experienced a wild need to have him closer…to take him in her body. When he opened his big hand and shaped a breast to his palm, she reached for the waistband of his jeans.

The next thing she knew, he had her flat on her back, his knees on either side of her hips. He pinned her wrists to the carpet above her head. She panted shallowly as she looked up at him. She wasn’t afraid, even though she’d never had a man hold her down before. Instead, his unexpected action made molten heat flood her pussy. She transformed into a wild, primitive thing, arching her back, thrusting her hips against the stiff column of his erection.

She became as single-minded as a female animal in heat, knowing only some deep, biological imperative to seat a cock deep inside her.

To seat
Alex
deep inside her.

“Shhh, calm down,” he muttered between clenched teeth as she writhed against him. She saw that his forehead, chest and ridged abdomen gleamed with a light coat of perspiration. Her hunger grew at the sight. She opened her thighs and cupped his firm cock between them before she clamped them shut and their sexes throbbed into each other.

“Goddammit, Angeline, do you want me to tie you down?”

He’d be damned if he was going to let her ruin his first time with her by making it last only as long as it took for him to drive his cock into her sleek, heated pussy.

Which was all he could think of doing at the moment.

He pressed down with his hips, pinning her to the floor. Her pink, parted lips called out to him like siren song. He kept her wrists restrained with one hand and leaned down to pillage her mouth. He opened his hand over a silk-covered breast and shaped her to his palm. Their moans blended as their tongues engaged in a furious, taut duel.

She whimpered as he unfastened her bra, his movements perfunctory and quick. He regretfully broke their heated kiss while he tossed the flimsy garment aside. For a moment, he just stared at her bare breasts as they rose and fell with her panting breath. When he let go of her wrists and put both of his hands on her breasts, she stopped breathing altogether. He squeezed gently and watched as the delicate, pink-tipped nipples poked up between his thumb and forefinger. They grew even more erect before his eyes.

“I knew you’d fit my hands perfectly. I knew it,” he mumbled, entranced.

He plumped her abundant, firm flesh even further and then slowly, taking his time, leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. He closed his eyes and sucked on the sweetest flesh imaginable. First one nipple, then the other. He couldn’t get enough of her. He thought his cock would burst, he was so aroused, but he couldn’t stop lashing her tight nipples with his tongue, relishing every tiny bump, every nuance of flavor. Overcome by lust, he buried his face between Angeline’s soft, firm globes and pressed them together. He nuzzled the satiny skin with his nose and lips. His fingers played with her damp, responsive nipples until he couldn’t take their absence on his tongue a second longer, and he inserted a turgid crest between his lips.

By slow degrees, Angeline’s wild whimpers and desperate writhing beneath him penetrated his lust-thickened brain. She stroked his shoulders and back, as though she couldn’t get enough of the sensation of him. The knowledge made him a little crazy. He needed to take control of this situation or he was going to fuck her like a crazed degenerate and have to live with the regret of not savoring Angeline Kastakis when he had the opportunity.

He leaned up and grasped both her wrists in his hands. She watched him, panting lightly as he placed her palms on the outer curves of her breasts.

“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Hold them up for me.”

She hesitated for a second, but she must have sensed his determination, because she plumped her breasts from below. His nostrils flared as he stared down at the tempting sight she made, her dark hair spread on the white pillowcase, her lips red and swollen from his ravaging kiss, her naked, flawless skin, her hands on her breasts…offering herself to him.

“Now push them closer together,” he ordered.

When she did, he leaned down and tongued one rosy, stiff nipple until she moaned. He turned his head only slightly, since she’d presented herself so conveniently, and slipped the other nipple into his mouth.

He opened his eyes. Their gazes held as he suckled her breast and lashed her nipple with his tongue. A feral lust overcame him. He didn’t want to stop, but he also wanted more of her. He ran his hands down her sides, glorying in the satiny flow of her skin. He encircled her narrow waist with both hands and she pushed her pussy against his cock again, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. He swatted the side of her jean-covered ass with his open palm and she froze.

“Don’t try my patience, beautiful, or you’ll get more. On your bare ass.”

He figured, from the dazed expression on her face, he’d gotten his point across for the time being. And wasn’t it going to be a pleasure to show her the consequences for teasing him when he was about to fuck her so hard her ears would ring for weeks?

He sucked on her gorgeous breasts and familiarized his hands with every inch of her naked skin until his aching cock forced him to lift his head. Her huge eyes gleamed with excitement, but there was a touch of wariness in her gaze as he knelt over her body.

He ripped at the fly of his jeans and shoved both them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock fell free, feeling heavy and ponderous. He rolled onto his back in order to kick off the remainder of his clothes. When he straddled her again, she stared fixedly at his erection.

Her hands started to slide off her breasts and she began to sit forward…her lips parted hungrily.

“Uh-uh,” he muttered as he grasped her shoulders. He’d have to be an idiot not to read the intent in her eyes, and brain-dead to refuse the offer. But Alex was straining to find a measure of control, and Angeline’s lush mouth was a sure means of losing it at that moment. “Not now, Angeline. Put your hands back on your breasts.”

Her gaze flickered up to his face uncertainly and then fell again to his cock. She licked her lower lip regretfully before she offered her plump breasts again. She made a sound of surprise when he pressed the head of his cock between her breasts.

“Let me in, Angeline,” he said tensely, his gaze fixed on the crevice between soft, firm flesh. She complied, parting the mounds. He thrust, and grunted in pleasure when she squeezed her breasts around his cock.

“Don’t tell me that, with breasts as beautiful as yours, you’ve never had a man fuck them?” he grated out as he flexed his hips, his eyes glued to her breasts and the sight of his swollen cockhead poking up between them. “I wanted to from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

He braced his hands on the cushions of the couch and thrust several times. He knew he was being selfish—
how much pleasure could she take in this, after all?
—but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

Angeline was beauty and sex personified, in his mind. And he was just a guy. Who was he to resist heaven, he thought dazedly as he thrust with more force and his pelvis made a whapping sound against the lower curves of her breasts. The sight of her fulsome flesh bobbing upward and Angeline staring up at him with lust-glazed eyes almost made him spill his seed then and there.

Sliding his cock out of that warm, soft crevice might have been the hardest thing Alex had ever done in his life.

But there was so much more territory to be discovered. Angeline Kastakis spread out before a fire, her magnificent breasts in her hands, her cheeks flushed pink with arousal. His gaze moved over her torso as she panted. The contrast of her full, ripe breasts and delicate ribcage made his cock tug insistently.

He was horny enough to come spontaneously and he hadn’t even taken her jeans off yet. He bent down and did just that with brisk precision. She released her breasts and came up on her elbows as he wrestled her jeans off, lifting her hips and feet to assist him. He knelt next to her knees and looked up at her fire-gilded body as she reclined there, wearing only a scrap of ivory silk panties.

She seemed to go entirely still as he straddled her, his gaze fixed at the juncture of her thighs. Anticipation unlike anything he’d ever known stabbed through his cock as he slowly, deliberately, lowered her panties.

He tossed the panties aside and placed his hands on thighs so silky, so shapely, they could make a grown man weep in longing. He spread her and stared at her pussy, spellbound by the sight.

“Alex.”

He glanced up sharply at the desperation in her plea.

“Shhhh,” he soothed when he saw the pinched quality to her facial features—the expression of someone who hurt from intense sexual desire. “Put your hands behind your head.”

Puzzlement shadowed her face.

“Put your hands behind your head and keep them there until I say otherwise,” he instructed gently. “I’m going to make you come, beautiful.”

He watched as she reluctantly placed her hands behind her head. He smiled and lowered his head between her thighs. “You see? There are benefits to letting go.”

She panted and watched him with ebony eyes spiked by fire as he carefully parted her damp, swollen outer lips. He inhaled slowly, letting her scent fill him. He closed his eyes in order to focus solely on her flavor and ran his tongue over her clit. They groaned in unison. Her taste ignited some kind of powerful chemical reaction in his brain.

He held onto her hips and began to eat her in earnest.

She cried out when he covered her sex with his mouth, applying a firm suction as he pressed and played her clit with his tongue. Her flavor pervaded him, making him crazed…lust-drunk. She writhed beneath him, just as lost in need as he was. He was in the process of stabbing at her erect clit with a stiffened tongue when she keened and twisted her hips, making herself a moving target. Her hands cradled his head at the same moment, pressing him more firmly between her thighs.

He came up on his knees. She gasped at his sudden departure. He hooked his forearms behind her lower thighs and rolled back her hips. His palm cracking against her ass had the effect of a gun going off in the silent room.

“What are you doing?” she squawked.

Alex didn’t answer immediately. He was too busy running his hand over the firm, succulent flesh he’d just warmed with his palm.

It was going to be one hell of a night.

He released her legs after a moment before he once again spread her thighs and lowered his face to her pussy. She tensed in anticipation.

“Did I tell you to remove your hands from behind your head?”

“No,” she whispered, her gaze glued to his face.

He raised his eyebrows in a wry expression. She slowly replaced her hands, but she looked doubtful.

“It’s only because your hands on me make me crazy,” he murmured.

“Oh.”

“Do you want to come now?”

She nodded rapidly, her eyes speaking volumes to him.

He secured her hips with his hands. “Hold still, now. Don’t fight it.”

She nodded once again. Her eyes widened as he parted her labia. He stared at her exposed pink, glistening flower. He slid his tongue between the lips, stroking her clit with a stiffened tongue while she watched. When she began to shudder and cry out in climax, he placed his whole mouth over her outer sex, sucking her juices and stimulating her clit with a thrashing tongue.

He was so wild with lust, he wasn’t even aware of moving, but suddenly he knelt before her, cradling her ass in his hands. He held her up to his mouth and drank from the fleshy bowl of her pussy, ladling her sweet cream as he delved his tongue deep into her slit, his lips continuing to press and stimulate her clit as she shook in climax. Feeling her shudders of pleasure vibrate into his hands while Angeline’s juices ran down his throat sent him into a fever pitch of excitement.

Her convulsions had waned slightly by the time he set her hips back down on the sleeping bag and moved over her. She seemed dazed as he lowered his head to hers, still lost in her pleasure. Her lips parted as she panted. He delved his tongue between them, ravaging her mouth, sharing her sweet flavor. With one hand, he fisted his cock and arrowed it toward her slit. He swallowed her gasp when he thrust and penetrated her hot, tight clasp.

He lifted his head and grimaced in pleasure.

“
Jesus
,” he hissed between clenched teeth. He raised himself off her upper body, supporting himself by his arms. The new angle gave him the purchase he required. He thrust again, this time sliding into Angeline to the hilt. He paused, gasping raggedly, with his balls pressed tight to her damp tissues. She took him so well, so completely, and yet her vaginal walls squeezed him like a snug, velvety fist.

A mandate to mate overcame him, mindless and primal in its intensity.

“Alex.” He paused in his preparation to thrust, hearing the note of uncertainty in her tone—the hint of misery. He met her gaze. “A condom. We can’t without a condom.”

His groan of stark irritation scored his throat. He steeled himself and withdrew.

He growled like a beast having its supper yanked away from it when her absence crashed into his awareness. She said nothing as he sprang from the floor.

He wasn’t mad at Angeline for bringing up a condom, he thought as he raced down the hallway to his bedroom. His anger was at himself for forgetting such a normal, routine aspect of having sex. He was angry for having allowed himself to be naked inside Angeline Kastakis’ deepest embrace.

How the hell was he ever going to forget
that
when his father came to take her from him in a few days time?

He was worried her ardor would have cooled by the time he returned, that he’d have to coax her once again into readiness to receive him. But although she’d removed her hands from behind her head, she lay on her back, her breathing still escalated…her pale thighs spread. He rolled on a condom and came down over her.

“I’m about to lose it, I want you so bad,” he said, realizing too late his tone sounded accusatory. He thrust into her slit, heedless of her soft cry, consumed by his own rampant need for Angeline.

He wasted no time in setting a rapid, forceful pace. She didn’t seem to mind his eagerness. Her bobbing hips met him stroke for stroke. Lost in the midst of profound arousal, Alex wondered distantly if he wasn’t indeed taking out his anger on Angeline. But then his lust swelled as the sounds of their frantic fuck crashed in his ears—Angeline’s high-pitched whimpers and cries, his own fierce grunts and the slapping sounds of their skin rhythmically striking one another’s, the tempo quickening with each passing moment.