“You are wearing too many damn clothes.”
“Someone should fix that,” I whisper.
The savage beast rips my shirt open; I hear the buttons clamor to the floor. “Hope you didn’t like the shirt.”
I’m exposed now, clad only in my pants and bra. He kisses me again, deep this time, sending heat exploding to my pussy. I will never tire of this man.
I fumble with the rest of his buttons and slide his shirt off, grasping at his defined muscles, the hairs that strike a path to something I desperately need right now. He snaps the hooks of my bra open with one hand, yanking the material off as my breasts fall free, my nipples instantly pebbling from the cool air. He hovers down over one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth, using his other hand to rub taunting patterns into my skin. I buck against him for more friction.
“Greedy, aren’t we?” he says, reaching to the night stand and pulling out the tie from the masquerade, tying my hands above my head. I pout in response. He smirks, testing the tie, ensuring I have no slack. He continues to suck and flick my nipples with his tongue, the coil inside me tightening.
He pulls my pants and panties in one, smooth motion off, leaving me completely bare. I can feel him pressed against me, straining against his jeans. I want to tease him, taunt him, feel him in my hands, twitching with every touch. Without warning, he slithers down my body. He hoists my legs over his shoulders and peppers kisses along my inner thigh.
“Please,” I whimper, twisting and turning in need.
“Please what, Little Cub?”
“I need your mouth.” A little swat on my pussy makes me jerk.
“Greedy and needy.” He lowers himself down. He takes slow, delicate licks at my wet center, throbbing and hot with need. He leaves me a sweating mess. I want to reach down and grab his hair; maybe if I lower my hands, I can reach. As soon I lower my hands, he yanks them back up, clucking his tongue as he goes. With every click, his tongue lashes at my clit, making me jump. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me, and I almost come undone. He starts to suck my clit at the same time, and I’m hurtling towards the edge.
“I don’t want to come around your fingers. Please.”
Like a ghost, his fingers leave me as he tugs off his pants and shoes, leaving him naked, his cock springing free. My eyes grow wide with need.Yes, yes, yes.
“Is this what you want?” I nod my head. He crawls up my body, kissing me hard and fast. His knees push my legs further apart, his tip teasing my entrance, his hands grabbing the tie and holding it steady as he glides into me, stretching me so much, I’m sure I’ll rip in half. . He lets a groan escape as I moan at the feeling.
Pleasure builds as he takes his time, slowly setting the pace. It’s an agonizing pace, so far from the hard and deep thrusts I need. I give into his control, even with my hips bucking for more. With his slow thrusts, I feel full and stretched, compensating his size anew with each push into me. Eventually, I wiggle my hips for him to move faster. He doesn’t let up, instead flipping me onto my knees, hitching my ass up so my chest hits the floor.
“I know what you need,” he says, landing a few smacks on my ass. My ass flares red from his hands. The thought pools more heat and pleasure to my center.
He grabs a hold of my hair, forcing my back to arch as he sets a harsh, brutal pace, thrusting harder, deeper. I can feel my orgasm licking at the edges of my body. He leans over and nips at my shoulder, placing open-mouthed kisses on his emblem, his initials. His thrusts come quicker now, more urgent. His hand sneaks around, and with one well-timed flick of my clit, I’m screaming his name, feeling the rush of my release pooling where we’re connected. He’s not far behind, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he spills inside of me. I can feel him dripping out of me, running down my leg as he pulls out. He gathers me in his arms as he lays on the bed, both of us spent. I notice that my wrists are still bound, and I take the loose end with my teeth and pull it loose.
“Oops.” Alexander watches as the fabric falls.
I look at the door, still closed. I tilt my head towards it. “Worried someone’s going to come in?”
Alexander’s eyes stay closed, his heart rate resting easy. “Habit from the compound.”
“Good habit to have in the future,” I reply. He bends his head to meet my eyes.
“Future?”
Crap. I was insinuating children. “Never mind.”
He isn’t going to let it go, I know. “No, no. What did you mean?”
“You know, when little feet grace the hardwood floors,” I mumble.
A deep sigh comes from him. “We’ve talked about this.” He rises on his elbows, and I circle the outline of his pecs with my finger. “The idea of bringing a little one into the world right now, it’s not the right time.”
“Are you saying not ever?” I inquire. His silence is the answer I was waiting for.
“Understandable,” I say with a straight face. “I’m going to get something to drink.” I get off of him and grab one of my shirts to head to the kitchen. I feel a slight guilt for leaving before any other discussion.
I should have known that Alexander wouldn’t want children. I know I accepted that he would be in my life, but seeing him around Allie and Ellie, I thought he would have changed his mind. The thought of a stubborn little blonde haired, blue eyed child walking around, keeping us on our toes, made me smile. I imagined playing in the backyard, an older Seamus chasing them; our kid in Romero’s gym, picking up boxing gloves, chasing them away from the knife dart board. I can’t say he hadn’t warned me, but I’d hoped…
In the kitchen, I start up the coffee pot, lost in thought. Seamus paws at my leg, and I pick him up to cradle him in my arms. “Decisions, decisions buddy. You may have to fill the hole in my heart.” I kiss his head, his nose in the crook of my neck. I start to hum Cape Breton, immediately thinking of granddaddy. He’d know what to say to calm me and ease my thoughts.