“Andrew—oh, fuck.” She moaned and panted. Her head thrashed from side to side.
He lifted his head from her pussy. “Alexandra.”
The rough command brought her back. She peered down at him. She pulled at the scarves. Her hips rolled again.
Over her swollen clit, he curled his tongue and growled the magic words. “Come for me.” He grazed his teeth on her sensitive flesh, sucked down on her pleasure bud, and gave her a gentle nip.
Screaming his name as if the end of the world had arrived, she exploded in a climax so violent and forceful she lost all the air in her lungs.
Like a cat enjoying the finest cream, he continued to lap at her cunt.
Chapter Ten
Untying the scarves holding his little dragon down, Andrew smiled. Fuck, he’d never had a woman as responsive as her. He took harsh breaths and gritted his teeth. It was hell to hold on to his shaky control. She was amazing.
Still lust-clouded, she peered at his straining erection.
“Suck my dick.” He knew he sounded harsh and demanding. There was no way around it—he wanted her that badly.
She got on her knees on one of the throw pillows on the floor and grasped the base of his cock. He twined his fingers in her hair, fisted, and then pulled the silky strands away from her face.
She fluttered her tongue on the throbbing vein running the length of his shaft and twirled the head in her lips like a lollipop. She hummed in the back of her throat, licked at the slit, and then sank the head into her hot, wet mouth. He grunted while thrusting into her, unable to stop. His body led the drive to pound into her sexy mouth.
“Alexandra, that feels so good.” His words were hoarse.
He watched her smooth a hand over her toned belly and shuddered when she shoved two fingers into her cunt while sucking him further down her throat. Her whimpers created vibrations, and he had to tighten his ass cheeks to keep from coming too fast. She sucked and twirled her tongue on his hard length.
His dick was big and swollen. It almost didn’t fit in her mouth. Widening her lips, she relaxed her throat, taking him in further, until she deep throated him.
His control started slipping. The grip on her hair tightened, and he thrust in and out of her mouth. He watched his dick disappear into the heaven of her lips.
“Fuck, yes. Again.” His voice was severe, demanding.
Amusement sparkled in the depths of her eyes. Yes, he was telling her what to do, but she was the one dishing out his pleasure.
The caged need inside him pushed to be freed when her lips vibrated around his dick. Realizing he had her hair on a death grip, he rubbed circles into her scalp, not wanting to hurt her.
Her hand jerked him harder, and her lips hollowed to a fist-tight suction. He groaned and cursed aloud. He was going to come. Pulling her by her shoulders, he hauled her up, and threw her on the bed facedown. She looked up, moving her mass of hair out of the way, to gaze at him.
“Stay there. Lift your ass in the air for me, baby.”
Condom and lube in hand, he knelt behind her. He dripped lube on the crack of her ass and put on a condom. His cock jumped. He’d dreamt about fucking her there, but now he wanted to make sure she wanted to do it.
“Have you been ass-fucked before?” The question sounded like a snarl, raw and harsh. One hand rubbed the lube over her anal entrance.
She shook her head, and he growled in possession. This would be something new; he would be her first, and her enjoyment became his priority.
“Do you want to try this?”
She gave an immediate nod.
He let the breath, the one he didn’t realize he was holding in, out in a rush. Her trust humbled him. “Don’t worry, baby, just do what I say and you’ll be fine.”
Dipping one finger into her ass, he was immediately surrounded by her tightened muscles. His gut clenched.
“Relax.” He groaned and worked the finger in and out of her until she allowed her muscles to loosen up. Adding another finger, he scissored them inside her, stretching her and pumping in and out of her ass.
She moaned, thrusting back against his hand. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”
His cock jerked in pain. He placed the anal plug at her entrance.
She froze in place, muscles tensed.
“Relax, sweetheart.” He traced two fingers down to her pussy lips and around her clit. Her muscles softened when his fingers thrummed the little nub.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, don’t stop.” She didn’t sound uncomfortable or scared, which would have been enough to stop him.
He pushed the plug in until it was swallowed by her ass. She moaned and pushed back into his hips.
Thrusting his cock into her dripping pussy, she whimpered when he was fully seated.
“God, I’m…it feels—I’m so full.” Panting, she wiggled her hips as though she were trying to get him to move.
He slammed into her pussy, pulled out, and thrust back, making the plug twist in her ass.
“Oh, good God. Andrew—I—” With broken pants, she propelled back into his thrusts, her walls gripping his cock in a silky caress.
He increased the tempo of his thrust. He fisted her hair and ground his hips into her ass cheeks. Her loud whimpers drove him on. Hearing her beg for more increased his urgency. The fluttering of her vaginal muscles and the tensing of her back let him know she was coming.
“Come for me, baby.”
She screamed in bliss, the sound alone, enough to push him over the edge, if he allowed it. Her pussy sucked his cock deep.
He had to take short, fast breaths to keep from spilling inside her.
He pulled out, discarded the condom, and put on the next one. He greased his dick until it was shiny with lube. Removing the plug from her ass, he replaced it with the head of his cock. The combination of his slick cock and her relaxed and well-lubricated muscles were enough to allow him to push slowly into her. The glide was smooth, and she didn’t tense in discomfort when he fit the wide head of his dick into her.
“Relax your muscles some more; push out and it’ll help.” He bit out through gritted teeth.
Her muscles gave and softened around the crown of his shaft. He pushed in some more, heard her pants and noticed her hand had strayed to thrum her clit. He continued to slide in. Andrew drew back and thrust in. Her moans and ragged breaths heaved.
Bit by bit, he continued to push into her. The challenge came in holding back the urge to ram into her balls-deep. Once he got halfway in, he pulled back. He thrust and withdrew in brief, sharp prods, each time pushing a little further. In a tight, silken kiss, her muscles enfolded his shaft. His arm went around her leg to rub over her engorged clit. Once, twice, he flicked.
“Again, come for me, sweetheart.”
He rolled his hips, and she tightened her muscles, squeezing hard when she came around him. Her scream filled the air, and her ass’s grip on his cock became almost painful.
He thrust, groaned, and cursed with every pull of her muscles, the sweet ass unyielding around his dick. The tingle in his spine warned him that his climax was approaching. When it came, it ripped through him, driving down his spine, through his groin, and out his steel-hard cock.
Fingers biting roughly into her hips, he snarled a curse, jerking behind her. The force of his release shook his body. He came so hard his legs almost collapsed. Content and taking deep breaths, he slowed and relished the pleasure filling him. He smiled in satisfaction.
Pulling out of her, he disposed of the condoms in the attached bathroom, brought a damp hand towel, and cleaned her up. In soft, soothing motions, he wiped her with the towel.
He lay down on the bed next to her and dragged her into his arms. Exhausted and already half-asleep, her soft body curled around him.
Chapter Eleven
Alexandra smiled at everyone on her way to work. Who would have thought she’d ever find herself this excited to get to her office? She’d been travelling. She hadn’t had a chance to see Andrew, having arrived just the night before. A smile played along her lips, her thoughts on the last time they’d seen each other, three days before.
He’d made her a candlelit dinner, which she was still impressed with because she couldn’t cook to save her life. They’d made popcorn, watched a romantic comedy, and talked. Whoever said romance was dead hadn’t met Andrew Carter. She was ready to get down on one knee and propose, even if just for his cooking skills. He’d even snuggled with her after sex—that was major.
Then, he’d surprised her with tickets to the Broadway musical she’d been dying to see but kept putting off. He even promised Junior’s cheesecake. How in the world was she not supposed to lose her heart to a man who promised chocolate cheesecake and theater tickets without any qualms about what it would do to his manhood? It was impossible.
She automatically looked toward Andrew’s window when she walked into her office. The smile on her lips died.
She watched Leslie Lynch strip. The supermodel dropped an expensive trench coat to reveal nothing underneath. She tried to see Andrew’s face, but the woman was in her way. The naked woman. The one he was making no moves to stop.
“Oh, hell no.” She refused to be taken for a fool again.
She walked back out the door, ignored the call from her assistant, and continued to make her way to the elevator. Hurt, she tried to keep it together and watched the numbers count down to the lobby. She stepped out of her building and crossed the street. She was seething. The blares of the taxis and the people whining around her added to the anger spiking in her blood.
She had loved the simplicity of their budding romance. Like a flower, their relationship had been flourishing. Now, it seemed he’d cut it from the root.
She dug her nails into her palms. She’d opened up to him. Unlike she’d ever done before, she’d allowed the man to touch a deeper part of her. Tapping her heel in the elevator, she visualized all the ways to kill both of them.
It had been too good to be true. She just knew it. She’d been surprised and a little scared at how quickly things seemed to work between them. Almost as though they’d been together for a long time, they divided their evenings between her place and his. The days that followed were filled with dinners, movies, regular couple stuff.
On his floor, people automatically moved out of her way. Finally she reached his door. Stomach rolling and her hand shaking, she grabbed the handle and took a deep breath.
She flung the door open and took in the scene before her. The model, Leslie, was now draped across his desk as if ready for a photo shoot.
“Leslie, I already told you—” He turned to Alex. “Alexandra—”
“Andrew, darling, tell the cleaning lady this isn’t the time to do your office. We’re in the middle of something right now.”
“Shut up, Leslie.”
Alex took a step toward the woman. “Excuse me?” She bit back the impulse to slap the smirk off the blonde. Andrew was the one at fault here, and he was playing games with her.
“I said we are busy, or can you not see that we’re in the middle of a private moment here? Seriously, Andrew, what does it take to get good help around this place?”
“I said shut up, Leslie.” His voice had become loud.
Locking her gaze to his, Alex watched the anger radiating from his eyes. Good, let him be pissed he got caught. “Congratulations, you truly are one miserable son of a bitch. I should’ve known this was going to happen.” She shook her head at her own stupidity.
“Alexandra.” He looked from the woman on his desk to her and shook his head. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Famous last words, they were so clichéd she was unable to stop rolling her eyes. She might have kept her cool if he hadn’t said that. It was the same line Jerk-off Jack had given her before he decided to go with honesty. Giving a short, bitter laugh, she narrowed her eyes. “No. Now it’s your turn to shut up! You don’t get to say anything to me anymore. Don’t come near me, or I swear you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” She smiled at the model. “You can have him, but I’d be wary of leaving town, he might just replace you with something new.” Alex walked out just when the blonde grabbed Andrew by the arm.
The loud
bang
when she slammed his door reverberated around the floor. She shoved her way through a group of men and ran into the elevator. Down the hall, she saw Andrew try to get through the same group of men to reach her. They stopped him, all asking questions. He attempted to walk past but was surrounded. Yelling her name, his furious face was the last thing she saw when the doors closed.
* * *
“What are you doing here?” Nina pushed Alex toward a chair, her gaze much too probing.
“I just—” Alex struggled to get the words out.
“What? What happened?”
To her horror, her eyes filled with tears. The story spilled from her trembling lips and, upset and hurt, she realized how much she’d come to care for the man. Dear God, she loved him. Her heart, uncaring that it was too soon and not heeding her advice, had fallen for him. It had claimed him as its own and was shattered into a million pieces, and she wasn’t sure how to fix it. Wallowing in self-pity, she watched Nina pace around the office.
“You need to talk to him again.”
“No. I can’t do it. I don’t want to hear his excuses.”
“What if there’s no excuse? What if it really wasn’t what it looked like?” Nina pulled a chair in front of her and sat down, taking Alex’s hands in her own. “I didn’t get the player vibe from him. He always breaks things off, takes time alone before moving on to the next relationship. Think about it. I heard he broke up with her months ago. It just doesn’t sound like him.”
Appalled with the situation and suddenly exhausted, she wiped at her eyes, trying to get a hold of her misery. “Yeah? Well, good for him. Too bad he didn’t follow his normal action plan this time.”
“Alex, stop. You really need to talk to him.”
“No, and you know what? I’m getting out of here.” The idea struck and took hold. She needed to get out of town, right now.