Red Hot Rose Boxed Set (27 page)

“I can’t,” I cried softly.

He licked his way down my other thigh and then looked up at me.
 
“Ready yet?”

“Ready for what?”
 
I sounded like I was almost crying.

He leaned in and put is face right in front of my pussy.
 
Looking up, he said, “Lean back.”

I realized how tensed up I was when I relaxed my muscles to lean back.
 
The wicker chair pushed into my skin, but I ignored it.

He reached on either side of my thighs and behind me, pulling my butt closer to the edge of the chair.
 
Then he moved his hands to the inside of my knees and pushed them apart even wider.
 
“Open for me.
 
I want to taste all of you.”

I didn’t waste time arguing.
 
I wasn’t fooling myself one bit.
 
This was what I wanted.
 
He
was what I wanted.
 
Him and his mouth and his cock and his bossy attitude and his stupid life … all of it.
 
Maybe.

I watched as his mouth moved in towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.
 
“Watch me,” he said, closing his eyes just before pressing his mouth against my mound.

I moaned with pleasure, still looking down.
 
Just seeing him down there was making me drip.
 
“Oh, god, Alex …”

His tongue came out of his mouth and went inside me.
 
It was so hot, and I was so ready for him.
 
“Ohhh, yeeeahhhh, that’s so gooood …” I moaned.

I felt one of his fingers getting covered in my juices and then moving down to my back door.
 
I spread my legs wider, the muscles complaining but the pain delicious when mixed with the sliding of his tongue in and out and now his finger slipping along my other opening.
 
“Don’t ever stop this … Alex … oh my god …,” I begged.

He kept his finger massaging around the entrance to my back hole and put another finger inside my other one, stroking it in and out slowly.
 
“Say it,” he said, looking up at me.
 
I could barely see his face in the dark, but I knew the expression there.
 
He wanted this from me, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.
 
“Say what?” I whispered, dropping my head back, unable to watch anymore.
 
I needed to drown in the feelings and let myself go.

“Give it all to me,” I whispered.
 
“I want it all.”

He put his mouth to my clit and sucked ever so gently.

“Oh god!
 
Yes!
 
Alex, yes!
 
I give it all to you, all of it!” I screamed.
 
I couldn’t take it.

“God you taste so good,” he moaned.
 
The vibration of his voice on my sensitive nub made me shriek in pleasure again.

I could feel the wave ready to wash over me, but I wanted to come with him inside me.
 
“Oh!
 
God!
 
Alex!
 
Please, fuck me!
 
Please!”
 
I was begging now, I didn’t care.
 
I gripped the arms of the chair for support and jerked myself against him.
 
His fingers were too small to fill me.
 
I needed something more.
 
I lifted my head.
 
“Please, Alex.
 
I need your cock in me.
 
Now.”

He stood and yanked me up off the chair, bending down to kiss me on the mouth passionately.
 
I bit his lip and raked my nails across his chest.

“You want to play it that way, huh?” he growled, spinning me around, grabbing me around the waist, and using his other hand to push me over.
 
“Put your hands on the table.
 
Now!”

I did as he ordered, spreading my legs, shaking with need.
 
“Please just put it in.”

No sooner had I gotten the words out, than I felt his hard member sliding into me.
 

“Oooohhhhh,” came my long-drawn out sigh of satisfaction.
 
“Yes, that’s what I wanted.”

He took me by the waist and started pumping hard, jerking me towards him with his strong grip.
 
With each slap of his pelvis into my ass, his balls hit me, just barely hinting at a touch on my mound.
 
It wasn’t enough.

“Alex,” I begged.
 
“I need …”

He leaned over, talking in my ear while still pumping himself into me.
 
“You need what, babe?
 
Tell me.
 
Say it.
 
Don’t be shy.
 
Tell me how to fuck you.”

“Touch me,” I said.

He reached around with one hand and put it against my clit.
 
“Like this?”
 
He chuckled low in his throat.

“Yes!” I gasped.
 
“Oh my god.”
 
The combination of his fingers on me there and the stretching and stroking of my entrance was perfect.

And then I felt his thumb on my back door.
 
I couldn’t take it.
 
The brutal force of him slamming into me and the invasion of all my private places was too much.
 
I screamed with the energy fueled by my out-of-control orgasm.
 
“Oh nooo!
 
Oh yeeesss!
 
Alex! Alex!
 
Oh,
Alex!”
 
He slammed into me over and over, and I met him thrust for thrust, using the table to strain myself against him.

When my body had finally finished pulsing, I thought we were done.
 
I stopped pushing back and stayed as still as possible, my legs weak and shaking.
 
He pulled out of me and gently stood me up, turning me around.
 
But then he pushed me back against the post and railing of the porch, lifting my leg and entering me again.

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly, looking up at him.
 
I could barely stand on my one remaining leg.

“Finishing what we started,” he said, staring down at me with no expression.
 
His body moved up and down as he squatted to pull out and then pushed up to go deep inside me.

I could see his face in the lights of the pool area, and my heart skipped a beat.
 
He is so beautiful.
 
Proud.
 
Commanding.
 
How did I get so lucky?

“What’s that look for?” he asked, a ghost of a smile at his mouth.
 
He pushed into me and pulsed himself several times quickly, banging me into the post.

“I was just thinking how lucky I am.”

“Mmmmm,” he groaned, pulling out slowly almost to the point of coming out completely before pushing into me again and moving his hips slowly back and forth, stroking my clit with his body.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Like that?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to speak.
 
Three orgasms were impossible.
 
Weren’t they?

He kissed me, tenderly at first, as his cock and pelvis worked to stretch me and rub me in all the right places.
 
I was overly sensitive at first but then this low fire started to build.
 
And it took what felt like a long time, but the journey was almost as sweet as the destination.
 
Ten minutes later after a very dedicated campaign to wear me down, Alex and I proved that three orgasms are indeed possible.
 
I cried actual sobbing tears as this orgasm took me and transported me to a place that didn’t even seem real anymore.
 
I clung to Alex for a long time after, no longer able to stand on my own.
 
When his soft cock slid out of me, he picked me up and carried me.

Alex put me down in my chair, moving the towel to cover my hips again.
 
He stayed kneeling at my feet.
 
“Take a sip of your drink.”

I picked up the glass, turning to look at him as it hovered between us, my hand trembling a little.
 
I reached up to wipe the tears from my cheeks.
 
We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, neither of us saying anything at first.

Alex cleared his throat.
 
“I want you to be with me, Rose.
 
Forever.
 
Say you will.”

“What exactly are you asking me, Alex?” I said in a weepy voice, not sure I understood.

“Take a drink of your champagne,” he said, winking.

I rolled my eyes, wondering why he was so focused on the stupid drink.
 
But I did as he asked, because if he put his face between my legs again I was simply going to die.

I took a sip and was ready to put the glass back down on the table when something at the bottom of the glass caught my eye.

I slowly lifted it away from my face, putting it between us.
 
“What’s that?
 
In the glass?”

“Drink the champagne and find out.”

I gulped it down and then tipped the glass over.

And a gigantic diamond ring fell onto the table.

“Rose.
 
I know you haven’t known me for very long.
 
But if you’d do me the honor of marrying me, I promise, you’ll get to know every single one of my secrets and I yours.
 
All you have to do is say yes.”

I stared at the ring, speechless.
 
I opened my mouth, but no words would come out.

“I can see you’re a little shocked.”
 
He picked it up from the table and took my hand.
 
“Why don’t you try it on?”

He hesitated at the tip of my finger, but I didn’t say anything so he pushed it up.
 
The rock had to be at least four carats.

“It looks good on you.”
 
He looked up at me, his expression so hopeful it made my heart melt.
 
“So what’s it going to be?
 
Yes or no?”

I couldn’t say the word so just moved my head.
 
Up and down for yes.

He pulled me up into a huge embrace, breathing heavily into my neck.
 
“You won’t regret it, Rose, I promise.”

I hugged him back, crying once again, but this time not with passion but with happiness.

Melissa sighed, looking at my ring.
 
“I think it’s romantic.
 
Love at first sight.
 
It’s totally real, you guys proved that.”
 
She leaned back in her chair.
 
“Maybe there’s someone out there for me.”

I patted her on the shoulder.
 
Working with her these past few weeks had shown me she was a great girl.
 
“Any guy would be lucky to have you, Mel.
 
Just keep doing what you’re doing, and he’ll show up.”

“Pfft.
 
Yeah, right.
 
Not unless he’s the postman because otherwise, there are no men in my life.”

“Hey, what about me?” asked Jason.
 
“What am I?
 
Chopped liver?”

Melissa waved him away, focusing on me again.
 
“Anyway, when’s the wedding?”

“After the campaign.
 
We want to get this off our plates first.”

“I hear ya.”
 
Melissa went back to her computer.
 
“Did you see this?
 
Our numbers are going through the roof.”
 
She looked over her shoulder at me.
 
“We’re not the only ones who approve of the engagement.”
 
She winked at me.

I was supposed to be a supportive wink, but all it did was make me feel uneasy.
 
Alex had been nothing but attentive and loving, even completely understanding when I’d said I wanted to keep living at my apartment until after the wedding.
 
Did he ask me to marry him to help in the polls?
 
If Jessica were here, she’d slap me.
 
We’d already been over this about a hundred times.

One of the interns came rushing over, dragging me out of my imaginations.
 
“Ms. DuPont?
 
I think you’d better come look at this.”
 
He was really nervous, so I followed him over to his computer.

He was playing a news program over the Internet.
 
“It’s Jacqueline Silverman.
 
She’s announced she has a scoop on the Blackstone campaign that she guarantees will change a lot of voters’ minds.”

“What the hell?” I said pretty much to myself.
 
“There’s nothing.
 
There’s no scoop.
 
What could she be talking about?”