Midnight Alpha (14 page)

The air was once again filled with that sexual tension as he moved to stand behind her. A sexual tension that never seemed to be far away when the two of them were together, alone or otherwise.

Except they were very much alone right now…

“Leave it,” he instructed harshly now as Gaia attempted to pull the nightshirt down so that it would cover her bare thighs.

Her hands instantly stilled, and her breathing became shallow as Gregori stepped from behind the chair and came to stand in front of her, her breathing ceasing altogether as he nudged her knees apart with his leg before moving to stand in between her parted thighs.

Not only was she now completely open and vulnerable to him, her bronze curls exposed, but the difference in their heights also meant the thick bulge of his full erection was now almost on a level with her face, allowing her to see the slightly damp patch of material near the waistband of his sweatpants. Pre-cum? Was Gregori so aroused right now that his cock was actually leaking—

“Yes.”

Gaia’s gaze moved quickly up to his face as she wondered if she had once again spoken the words out loud without realizing it. But she found no answer from the coolness of his expression as he concentrated on removing the gauze dressing.

Maybe she had imagined that single, guttural word—

“Touch me.”

She hadn’t imagined it. Or the slight flexing of Gregori’s thighs just in front of her.

Could she do that? Just release the tie on the drawstring at the waistband of his sweatpants and look at—touch—that beautiful cock she had only caught a glimpse of earlier tonight?

God, she wanted to touch him—her fingers ached to curl about that velvet hardness—and Gregori wanted her to touch him. She could smell his arousal now, a spicy musk that invaded her every breath and clouded her senses. There was only here and now and the two of them that mattered, touching Gregori, tasting him—

“God, yes, do it!” he groaned harshly, telling Gaia that she had definitely spoken that longing out loud.

Her hands moved almost of their own volition as she unfastened the tie, loosening the material until the sweatpants dropped down to the floor and Gregori stepped out of them before kicking them aside.

Completely naked now, and bathed in the glow of that single light over the cooking stove, Gregori was as sleek and beautiful as a Greek statue.

Gaia’s breath hitched as she looked her fill of that beautiful jutting cock. At least eight, possibly nine inches long, and so thick she wasn’t sure her fingers would go around it, heavy veins standing out beneath the silky smooth skin, the bulbous top flowering out above the foreskin, glistening as more of that pre-cum bubbled to the surface, tempting her to want to lean forward and lick and taste it.

“So pretty…” she murmured appreciatively. “I’m sure you’ve heard it called many other things,” she added as she sensed Gregori looking down at her. “Huge, thick, impressive,” she shot him a teasing glance. “But not pretty.”

“No,” he confirmed huskily.

“Well it is.”

“What do you have to compare—never mind,” he dismissed tightly.

“I don’t think either of us wants to have that conversation right now—do we?” Gaia reached out to curl the warmth of her fingers about that jutting thickness—as she had suspected, her fingers didn’t go around it.

“No.” Gregori gave a low groan. He had removed the gauze dressing, satisfied himself that the wound wasn’t red or infected, and had now given up any pretense of wanting anything other than the heat of Gaia’s mouth around him. Even more so as he saw the moistness of her tongue sliding across the plumpness of her lips. “Gaia, please suck me!” he pleaded achingly as he reached down to cup one of her breasts.

“No touching.” She moved out of reach.

His hand froze. “No?”

“No. Put your hands on the back of the chair behind me and close your eyes.”

Gregori wasn’t used to a woman having control—and Gaia didn’t have control either, she was
taking
it, not just with her words, but with the steadiness of her gaze.

That unspoken domination caused his cock to give a ‘yes, please’ lurch.

“You like that,” she purred as she obviously felt his cock grow thicker, the pre-cum now dribbling down her hand. “Hands on the back of the chair, Gregori, and close your eyes,” she repeated firmly. “Now.” She gave him a squeeze.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered even as his hands moved to grasp the back of the chair.

“Close your eyes.”

Closing his eyes went against his every instinct, every thread of survival he possessed, would make him vulnerable in a way that he had never been before.

“Please,” she added softly.

He closed his lids slowly, reluctantly. “Oh God…” he exclaimed achingly, throat arching as his head fell back on his shoulders as her free hand moved to rest on his hip and the heat of her mouth finally closed over his cock. “Fuck!” he groaned again as she sucked him to the back of her throat.
 

He was assailed by a sensory overload at the feel of the soft stroke of her tongue. She kept just the tip of him in her mouth as her tongue probed and stroked the leaking slit at the top, before once again sliding down and taking him to the back of her throat.

Gregori began to groan and arch his hips as she repeated that erotic licking and sucking, over and over again, until a tingling began at the base of his spine and his balls drew up tightly, his release imminent as it built higher, and then higher still.

He was balanced on the edge of that release when Gaia’s fingers moved to the base of his shaft, squeezing to increase his pleasure, at the same time as the tightness of that hold prevented his release and she began to suck harder and faster.

His groans became harsh intakes of breath as Gaia held him poised on that knife-edge of pleasure, refusing to give him relief.

“Gaia, please— Fucking hell!” he cried out as her other hand moved from his hip to cup beneath his balls, his thrusts instantly becoming wild and erratic, the pleasure so intense now he felt as if the top of his head was going to explode, even if his cock wasn’t being allowed to. “I need— Gaia, for fuck’s sake, will you let me come?” he growled desperately, eyes still closed but knowing his knuckles would be white as he tightly gripped the back of the chair.

She answered him by humming low in her throat, sending shockwaves of pleasure from the base of his cock to the tip. The hand cupping his balls moved lower, fingers caressing his perineum until she found the sensitive knot and pressed, hard, at the same time as she released that tight grip on the base of his cock, hand pumping now as the cum shot the length of Gregori’s shaft. He cried out as he came in a hot and steady stream for what seemed like hours rather than minutes.

And still she didn’t stop, that hand continuing to pump him as she gasped out her own release, the heat of her mouth holding his cock captive, lips clamped tightly around him as she sucked and pumped until he came again, hot and aching, his throat raw as he cried out his pleasure. His thrusts became dry humps and then he finally stilled, chest heaving as he tried to breathe air into his starved lungs.

“Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

Gaia had known the question would come. Had expected it. Eventually.

To give Gregori credit, he had been more patient than she’d expected. After pulling his sweatpants back on he’d made them both a cup of coffee and then sat down opposite her at the kitchen table. All without a word having been spoken by either of them.

Until now.

Gaia cradled her hands about her coffee mug as she took her time answering him. Not because she was embarrassed by the question, but because just looking at Gregori now made her chest hurt in a way she couldn’t explain. Didn’t want to explain. Even to herself.

Especially to herself.

Gregori’s remoteness was becoming a challenge she couldn’t resist, especially when she knew beneath his coldness there was a man who possessed such passion it sent both of them up in flames. So much so that Gaia climaxed just from making love to Gregori.

She couldn’t allow herself to fall for this man. She didn’t want to love anyone. The people she loved died. First her mother. Then Angela. Even the father she had never known. She daren’t allow herself to feel anything for Gregori, other than this desire neither of them seemed able to resist.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he added at her continued silence. “That—what you just did to me—was the most intense sexual experience of my life”

Some of the tension eased from Gaia’s shoulders at this admission of how much she had pleasured him. Not that she had ever doubted it. She had known by Gregori’s rough and guttural words that he was once again totally out of control.

She gave a sigh. “Before you get the wrong idea about me completely, let me assure you that I’ve only ever had three lovers.”

“Three,” he repeated slowly.

She smiled teasingly. “I realize you’ve had many more than that.”

“I’ve had encounters, not lovers,” he corrected softly. “A lover is someone you have a relationship with other than sex. I haven’t had even one of those.”

“No conversations like this over cups of coffee in the middle of the night?” she said huskily.

“No.”

Gaia believed him. She already knew how regimented Gregori’s life was, how everything had to be planned down to the last detail, for his own security. That sort of life didn’t allow for a long-term lover. “Well I haven’t had any encounters, so that sort of makes us even.”

“Sort of,” he agreed wryly.

She nodded. “I had my first lover when I was nineteen. He was a guest lecturer at my university and a good twenty years older than me.” She looked up to give a slight smile when she heard Gregori’s breath catch in his throat. “No, he didn’t seduce or take advantage of me. He wasn’t married, and it was all consensual. The relationship lasted for three months, and I wanted what we had together.”

Gregori took a sip of his coffee before answering her. “Did you love him?”

“I—appreciated him,” she answered carefully. “He was gentle and kind, at a time when I didn’t have a lot of gentleness or kindness in my life.”

Gregori guessed, from the information Nikolai had already put together on Gaia, that it would have been either shortly before or just after her mother died. A time when she would have been deeply vulnerable. No matter what Gaia might claim to the contrary, he considered this other man as having ‘taken advantage’ of her. He had been in a position of power, authority, and he should have been comforting Gaia, not fucking her.

“He also had…a problem,” Gaia continued huskily. “Premature ejaculation.” Her cheeks bloomed with color. “We…experimented with ways in which to deal with it.” She gave an uncomfortable shrug.

Hence the intensity of his own ejaculation, Gregori guessed. Just as he was inclined to think that any man, when confronted with a nude and shapely Gaia Miller, might have a problem stopping himself from coming too soon.

“And the other two?” he prompted abruptly.

“Also older. Maybe not twenty years,” she allowed. “But certainly fifteen or so.” She shrugged. “What can I say, I just prefer older men to boys.”

Did the term ‘older man’ apply to him? Yes, he had briefly considered the age difference, but decided that twelve years wasn’t unacceptable. But maybe to Gaia he just seemed like those other three men—

“No,” Gaia began to chuckle as she looked up and no doubt saw the scowl he knew had darkened his face. “You are nothing like any of those other men. In fact, you aren’t my usual type at all.”

He eyed her curiously. “Why not?”

“Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?” she continued to smile, her lips red and slightly puffy.

From the girth of his cock and the wildness of his thrusts into her mouth?

He frowned as he reached out to touch the swell of her bottom lip. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not in the least,” she assured without hesitation. “I enjoyed every moment of what we just did, Gregori.”

He drew his breath in sharply. He was used to women—other women—telling him he was ‘a wonderful lover’ and ‘what a good time they’d had’ and ‘let’s do this again’. All of which may or may not have been true: he wouldn’t know, he never followed up on those relationships.

Gaia was different. No matter what else she may be mixed up in, he knew she didn’t do trite comments. If she said she had enjoyed just now then she had.
 

He continued to look at her searchingly for several seconds before nodding abruptly. “I did too.” His hand moved back onto the tabletop. “But what does looking at myself in a mirror have to do with anything?” he added quizzically.

“Oh please!” She gave a roll of her eyes. “I’m used to pleasant men, homely men. Men I’m comfortable to be around. You—well, you’re—”

“Yes?”

“Hot,” she answered appreciatively. “Really, really hot. With a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. And you have that remote, buttoned-up thing going on too.”

Gregori really didn’t have conversations like this one. Least of all with a woman he had just— A woman he had just what? He may have started out in control of that situation, but Gaia had taken it away from him the moment she gripped his cock and ordered him to close his eyes.