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Slater
I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Alina right fucking now.
Her beautiful face when she looked up at me, silently telling me with those lust-lidded eyes after the show that it was time to go, nearly did me in. I’ve been waiting forever to properly get my hands all over her.
Now, back in our room, I’m struggling for control, knowing it’s crucial to let her set the pace on this. I have to let her lead this dance.
Once we landed in Montreal yesterday, I made an executive decision—we were going to share a room. No way was she not staying with me. It was the sweetest form of self-torture I’d ever experienced. Lying with her nestled in my arms last night, trying really hard to be a good boy, almost killed me. I wanted her, badly, and now here I am—less than twenty-four hours later—about to get my wish.
Alina Cassidy is standing in front of me, her shoulders squared—a breathtaking smile graces her face, despite the small tremble I catch—as she instinctually rubs her wrist. It’s a good look for her, confidence with a hint of nervousness. It’s sexy as hell, and has me gripping my cock through my jeans as it twitches. Her long hair is curled around her face, and she’s wearing a vintage black Ramones T-shirt, paired with tight, distressed blue jeans, and red Chucks. She’s my version of perfection.
“It’s taking me everything I have not to rush this, Ali. To not just pick you up and toss you on the bed,” I admit, as we stand face to face in the middle of the mostly dark hotel room, illuminated only by a few streams of moonlight coming in through the window.
“I want this, Slater. I want you to touch me. All of me,” she says, her voice shaky with desire.
“I want that, too. So fucking much,” I tell her, toeing off my boots.
“Come here, Slater,” Ali commands, and I bridge the gap in a nanosecond.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Alina,” I say, sweeping her hair off her shoulders and tilting her face up so our eyes meet. I lean in, taking her lips with mine. She opens her mouth willingly, allowing my tongue to slip in. Our tongues meet, moving around one another in circles—a game of chase—and it’s making me rock hard. Ali releases a small moan when I move my hand to her neck, gripping her soft skin gently. Holding her in place as we devour each other, I finally pull my mouth away to tug her bottom lip gently between my teeth. My breathing is shallow; that kiss incited my desire even more, and thankfully, it matches her own. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling as our eyes latch, and I know she wants this as badly as I do. “I fucking ache for you.”
“I want to touch you, Slate. All of you.” Her hands move down along my sides. Sweet sounds and sexy groans of appreciation escape her mouth as she pauses in her explorations here and there, lingering to rub and feel me as she makes her way up under my shirt. Flattening her palms, she shifts her touch slowly, over each dip and dive of muscle. It makes me chuckle, knowing she likes what she feels.
“You’re so damn sexy, and warm,” she mutters, before reaching for the hem of my shirt and lifting it off. “I need this gone. My eyes and your body have a long overdue date with each other,” she says. I let her yank the blue shirt up and over my head before she tosses it aside somewhere behind her. “Yeah,” she says, and licks her lips, “that’s so much better.”
Leaning up on her tiptoes, she starts running her tongue along my shoulder, then down along my pecs, rubbing her wet lips over one and then the other, before taking each of my nipples in between her teeth, giving them little tugs, each bite making my dick jerk as if there was a direct connection. It feels so fucking good having her mouth on me.
“Your body is perfect, Slater,” she says, running her fingers down along my chest and stomach before dropping to her knees in front of me.
“I want you in my mouth,” Alina says, looking up at me, her hands positioned on my hips, waiting. It takes me a moment to find my voice. My cock strains against my jeans even more; it weeps at her words, more than fucking ready to have this beautiful woman’s mouth wrapped around it.
“Ali. You sure, baby? No pressure. I want this to be about you.” I smooth my hand along the back of her head. Even though it would literally kill me, I’m being serious. She doesn’t need to do this.
“Then give me what I want. Take it out, Slater. Stroke it, get it ready for me. Show me how hard I make you.”
Fuck me. This girl makes me come undone.
“Such a filthy girl. Didn’t expect this, Shadow.” I rub my thumb along the side of her face tenderly. “You amaze me.”
“It’s you,” she says, and leans into my touch. “You give me confidence, make me feel beautiful, like I can take what I want from you and know it’s okay.”
“Are you kidding? It’s fucking more than,” I tell her. I’m popping the button of my jeans and yanking down my fly when Ali takes over, pushing my boxers and pants to the floor. I step out, cock in hand. I stroke it once, twice, and before I can do it again, Ali swats my hand away, replacing it with her tongue. She runs it up along one side, then the other. “Jesus Christ.” My hips move forward at her touch. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Suck it, fuck, yes. God,” I whisper, as she takes the tip of my cock into her hot wet mouth.
She swirls her tongue all around the tip and slit before ever so slowly working to slide it in, taking inch after inch of my length down into her throat. She starts moving all of me in and out, quickening her pace, adding a fist around my shaft to help when needed, and it’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever had. A lick of heat burns up my spine as she hollows her cheeks and sucks and fucks me with her mouth, staring up at me the whole fucking time. And I think I might actually pass out from the pleasure when she reaches under and starts playing with my balls.
“Fuck, Ali, yes. Suck…fuck me with that luscious mouth…so hot, so good,” I say, wrapping my hands in her long hair, encouraging her as she picks up her stride, driving me to the brink. There’s no way I can last. “I’m gonna come, baby,” I warn, in case she wants to pull away. She doesn’t. If anything, she picks up the pace, her hands running up and down my thighs and around to my ass, where she grabs each cheek. She pulls me in closer, and with one last swirl of her tongue: “Oh fuck, shit, fuuuck!”
I come so hard my whole body shakes, and I see stars.
Standing up, Ali makes a show of licking her lips, and I crash my mouth over hers.
“That was incredible. You’re incredible,” I say. I cup her face in my hands as we stand, a comfortable silence wrapping around us.
She throws me a striking smile before shocking me with her next request. My heart squeezes in the best way, and tremors of anticipation shudder through my entire body at its implications.