ELEVEN
I told Alex to come on in, and he did, stepping inside the foyer and shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t call or text you first. I hope this isn’t a bad time or something.”
Baffled as to why he was alone, I shook my head. “No…it’s not a bad time at all.”
It really wasn’t, except that after having had a late dinner by myself, I’d just finished getting ready for bed, including putting on a pair of comfortable but fairly unattractive plain navy blue sweats and pulling my hair up into a very sloppy and probably equally unattractive bun on the top of my head. I didn’t have any makeup on either, and I usually at least liked to have on a little bit when I was around other people. However, I supposed the state I was in was still better than the one I’d been in the last time I’d seen Alex, when I’d been unsteady on my feet, drunkenly accusing him of playing some sick joke on me.
I wanted to apologize for that but found I just couldn’t get the words out for whatever reason. Instead, Alex and I just looked at each other for a long moment. His dark gray eyes seemed to be drawing me into them, as if they possessed some wondrous supernatural power all their own, which I was pretty sure wasn't the case. It was just that with light gray flecks within the dark gray, and long, dark lashes that curled just slightly, his eyes were just so perfectly beautiful that I couldn’t seem to look away from them. Not even to rake my gaze over the length of his long, lean body, which I wanted to do as well.
However, after another long moment, I felt a little heat rising to my cheeks and managed to glance away briefly, toward the living room, asking Alex if he wanted to sit down or something. His response shocked me.
“No…maybe we can sit down and talk later. But I want to do something else right now first.”
“Well, what is it?”
In response to this question, he pulled me into his arms, shocking me once again. I asked him what he was doing, and he began lowering his mouth to mine.
“I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do since the first moment I set eyes on you.”
The moment I felt his full lips brush against mine, I seemed to simply melt in his arms, sighing with pleasure. Making a few soft sounds of pleasure himself, he kissed me gently, tenderly at first, seeming to savor the taste of my lips. However, it wasn't long before he intensified the kiss, or maybe I did. I wasn’t really even sure, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that what was happening between Alex and me felt so right, and I didn’t want it to end. I only wanted it to continue and progress further, hopefully all the way into my bedroom with any luck.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my body into the long length of his, reveling in the feel of his chiseled muscles, which felt something like a brick wall against me. His muscles weren’t the only hardness I was currently feeling, though. After only just a minute or two of kissing me, he was already rock-hard, somewhat astonishingly. He pressed this area even tighter against the soft curve of my stomach, moving his hands from the small of my back to my rear end at the same time.
I wanted him so badly. I wasn’t sure why he hadn’t come to my apartment with Mason as well, but that wasn’t even remotely important to me at present. The only thing I wanted was for Alex to pick me up in his strong arms and take me into my bedroom, then make love to me with the same kind of passion he was showing me with his kissing.
After just a little while longer, I broke our passionate kiss, deciding to just come right out and tell him what I wanted. “Will you just take me into my bedroom now, Alex? Please?”
With a low, masculine growl, he began kneading my rear end, squeezing each rounded cheek with just enough pressure to feel good but not hurt, or at least not hurt in a way that I didn’t like. When he spoke, it was in a voice thick with huskiness, displaying his clear arousal.
“Take you to your bedroom, you say. Hmm. That’s interesting. And I even got a ‘please’ with the request. I have to admit, you sure have changed from the hostile, paranoid woman I encountered just a few nights ago.”
I cringed inwardly, recalling just how embarrassingly intoxicated I’d become. “Now that you’ve reminded me of that…I’m really sorry that I became a bit hostile toward you. I really wasn’t acting like myself that night.”
Alex shrugged, still continuing to knead my rear end with his large, strong hands. “Hey. I’m a grown man, and I can handle a little anger and hostility. It’s your outright sassy attitude that I still feel inclined to punish you for.”
Immediately, my breath seemed to hitch in my throat.
“What do you mean by ‘punish’ me? How do you want to do that?”
I couldn't imagine, but for some reason, I kind of wanted to find out.
Not a second after I’d asked him how he wanted to ‘punish’ me, Alex lifted a hand from my rear, then returned it right away in the form of a swift, sharp swat. “Just like that. That’s how I wanted to ‘punish’ you.”
Though the action had been more than enough to surprise me and even make me gasp, it hadn’t exactly hurt, similar to his hard squeezing of my rear cheeks. Or, at least, same as with his squeezing, it hadn’t hurt me in a way that I didn’t like.
A little breathless, and with a rush of heat rising to my face, I looked up at Alex’s face. “Well, that was all fine and good, but I’m pretty sure I was sassy to you more than once.”
Not needing any further encouragement, Alex immediately delivered another stinging swat to my right cheek, immediately followed by another. He then delivered two to my left cheek with his hand hard enough to make me bury my face in his chest, wincing with each swat.
Once I realized that he was finished “punishing” me, I lifted my face from his chest, realizing that I wasn’t now just aroused but desperately aroused. “Please just take me to my bedroom, and then just rip my clothes off. Then, I don’t want you to be gentle or slow with me. I want you to be hard, and fast, and rough. That’s what I need you to be.” With another rush of warmth rising to my face, I swallowed, realizing that I’d never before in my life been so bold when it came to spelling out just exactly what I wanted in the bedroom. “Please, Alex.”
He had already begun scooping me up in his strong arms even before I’d finished the word please.
When we got to my bedroom, he flicked on a lamp, and then our clothes started almost literally flying. Within probably half a minute, we were both completely naked; however, Alex didn’t even give me time to appreciate his nude form. As if I were light as a feather, he tossed me on my bed, making me land on my stomach. He then immediately pulled me up on all fours a little roughly, spread my legs, and mounted me with a growl.
The slide of his cock into my slick pussy was a sensation of such intense pleasure that the guttural moan I made didn’t even sound human to my own ears. Once he’d filled me completely with every last millimeter of his considerable, rock-hard length, he immediately began thrusting into my depths, making me moan once again. Soon, he paused, but just briefly, just to tilt my shoulders downward a little, which raised my rear higher in the air and allowed him to penetrate me deeply with every rapturous stroke.
Just like I’d asked him to be, he was hard, fast, and rough, and within just a minute or two, I was already heading toward orgasm. And from what I was feeling, I could tell it was likely going to be the mind-blowing kind of orgasm that I’d always dreamed about having. However, within moments of me having this thought, Alex paused in his powerful, rough thrusting to speak in a low, husky voice near my ear.
“Touch yourself, Kira. Please. Stroke yourself. I want to feel you doing it.”
More than happy to comply with his command, I moved a hand between my legs and began slowly stroking my clit, which was covered in slickness. Expressing appreciation for what I was doing with a groan, Alex began thrusting again, now even a bit more forcefully than before. Forcefully enough to begin shaking my bed, at any rate.
With all the pleasure that I was experiencing at once, I didn’t even last ten seconds. With a loud cry, I buried my face in a stack of pillows in front of me, continuing to stroke my clit with a fingertip while Alex continued filling me with his rock-hard cock. Pinpricks of bright light exploded behind my closed eyelids, making me see something that resembled fireworks. Rhythmically, every muscle in my body seemed to contract and release repeatedly, with each contraction even more powerful than the last.
At the tail end of my glorious, lengthy orgasm, Alex found his own, driving his thick cock deep inside of me fast and hard with a prolonged, guttural groan loud enough to nearly hurt my ears. I felt him release his hot, sticky load inside of me, which was an intensely pleasurable sensation that added a few more waves of pleasure to what had already been the most intense climax of my life, by far. By so far that I wasn’t even sure if climaxes I’d experienced before had really, truly even been climaxes. At any rate, whether they had been or not, they hadn’t been one hundredth as powerful or as pleasurable as what I’d just experienced with Alex.
A short while later, I rested in his strong arms with my head against his chest. His scent was something woodsy and leathery, with faint hints of spice and soap. I inhaled it deeply, sure I’d never smelled anything better in my life. I’d never been more physically comfortable or more sexually satisfied than I was at present either.
I could have yelled in frustration when Alex’s phone went off after we’d been relaxing together for only a couple of minutes. I knew he’d have to answer it, and I was right.
Apologizing, he released me from his arms and slid out of bed. “Just one minute. I have to answer this.”
Pulling the sheets over me, I rolled over in bed, pretty sure there was some Darkwing problem, and pretty sure that Alex would be leaving me soon.
It turned out that I wasn’t wrong. After answering the call and talking just briefly, he ended the call. I then felt him place a hand on my shoulder from behind me.
“Kira, I’m really sorry, but I have to go now. I sort of made a break to get away while Mason was leading a group of our dragons on a patrol west of the city…and now, he’s wondering where the hell I am.”
Disappointed, I rolled over, seeing that Alex had already managed to put his boxers and jeans back on just in the short amount of time he’d been talking. “Just one more minute with you. That’s all. Please. Just one more minute with your arms wrapped around me before you go.”
I knew I was being a little pouty, but I almost couldn’t help myself.
With his delectable lips curving in a smile, maybe the first smile I’d ever seen from him, Alex climbed into bed beside me and took me in his arms once again. “You know, what we just did was awfully nice, but I came here today because I just wanted to talk to you alone.”
“Talk to me about what?”
“The other night, when Mason and I came over. I know you were a little drunk and disorderly, and that’s fine. That happens sometimes. And when that happens, people can get a little paranoid. I know that. However, just in case you still have any lingering little thoughts that I might have ordered that particular dinner just to upset you or something, I just wanted to tell you that that’s not what happened. I truly didn’t know about what happened to your parents, let alone what kind of meals your mom cooked, and I truly didn’t mean to upset you by presenting you with what the chef made. I know I can act a little stern at times, but I’m really not some kind of a monster, Kira.”
I looked into Alex’s beautiful gray eyes for a long moment with an emotion that I couldn’t quite identify welling in my chest. “I know you’re not. I can feel that you’re not.”
After looking into my own eyes for a long moment, Alex brushed a tender, lingering kiss against my lips. “Good. Now, please promise me that you’ll continue to feel what you’re feeling about me right now, even after I leave here today. At least promise me that you’ll try. No matter what happens in the future with you and Mason. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Alex gave me another kiss just as tender as the last one before speaking again. “I really do have to go right now. You can tell Mason about me coming to see you today or not. I’ll just leave that completely up to you. If he learns about my visit, I know he may not be happy, but…I guess if that turns out to be the case, then so be it.”
Still feeling some strong emotion welling in my chest, I made a sudden decision. “I’m not going to tell him about you coming by and what happened between us today. I just don’t feel like I want to. Besides, what good would come of it? It would probably only serve to make Mason feel hurt and jealous.”
“I definitely agree. Not to mention that he’ll maybe get the chance to experience a ‘bedroom date’ with you himself soon enough. We’re planning on coming to visit you together tomorrow evening, if that’s something you’re still interested in having happen.”
I briefly thought about having both Alex and Mason in my bed at once, with both of them touching me and pleasuring me, maybe even seeing who could bring me the most pleasure. And although I was currently very sexually satisfied, I felt the stirrings of further erotic hunger somewhere deep inside my lower belly.
Because of this, I asked Alex if he’d be upset if I said that I did still want to take him and Mason into my bed at the same time.
Alex hesitated in responding for just a moment or two. “What I want is what will bring you the most sexual pleasure, and I really mean that. When in a relationship, I kind of ‘get off’ on bringing the woman I’m with pleasure; that’s really what ‘does it’ for me. So, when it comes to you, Kira, I’m being completely honest when I say that I want to make your every erotic fantasy come true.”
I couldn’t deny that having him and Mason in my bed at the same time was definitely a fantasy I wanted to come true. A little thrill of excitement rippled through my stomach while I thought about the fact that it might come true the very next night.