“You’re not a virgin, are you?” His laughter eased the insensitivity of the question. He took great pains to set me just beside his erection. “I mean you are aware of how you turn men on, right? Even in this get-up.” His fingers pinched my shirt and lifted a little enough to expose my skin.
His warm hand slid onto my belly and rested there. If he’d just inched his hand up a little more he would have discovered that I’d opted not to wear a bra, but he left his hand where it was and looked into my eyes.
“My roommates came to my rescue tonight because men want a lot more of me than I’m willing to give. All the dates, all the people, everything … it’s set up by my modeling agency. I don’t screw around. They thought having a sweet girl who liked nice boys wouldn’t sell my image very well, considering I look so … androgynous I guess. They needed something to play off of. So, I have these “dates” where we just hang out and play Call of Duty … or go to a trendy restaurant, take a vacation, get naked, and have a swim, but at night we have separate rooms. A lot of the men have even brought their girlfriends, or you know Dane had his boyfriend. My roommates don’t let me out into the wild that often. I lied and said I had a real guy, so they wouldn’t worry. Otherwise, I could have ended up in a limo with a billionaire who wanted to fuck me until I was so wrung out I couldn’t stand.” I looked up at him and surrendered.
“I see,” was his quiet reply.
My heart was beating so hard at that point it was actually moving my T-shirt. His hand gripped my stomach more firmly, but not hard.
“I live down the street; maybe you can just drop me off.” I looked down at his hand.
I so wanted to explore more with him. There was this crazy animalistic quality to all his refinement and billionairish ways, but I … couldn’t breathe.
“Or maybe you and I can talk.” His eyes softened, and there was a human in there behind all that intense sexual energy. “Seems like, in addition to your ravenous all-girl posse, you might need a friend who understands your world.” All the tension in my body finally flooded out of me, and I thought I might cry.
“I’m not turning you down exactly,” I whispered.
“And I’m not letting you go … exactly,” he whispered back. “But maybe a pause is warranted. I can be a lot to take on. If you want my driver to take you home, I’ll have him take you anytime you want … all you have to do is ask. I’m not a rapist; I won’t force you to do something you’re truly not comfortable with. I’m guessing though, you are more into this than your conscience will allow. It’s one thing to play at being a playgirl and a very different thing to allow yourself some healthy human sexuality.” His hand started moving ever so softly.
“I might be a little scared of healthy human sexuality,” I barely breathed.
“I might be able to help you with that.” He brought my face up to his and dropped his soft full lips onto mine.
My pussy clenched at the taste of him. Scotch mixed with commanding heat, determination, and sex. His tongue slipped into my mouth allowing it to explore before he gently bit my bottom lip and raked his teeth along the tender flesh. My vagina stood up, threw off her T-shirt, kicked out of her jeans, and spread herself out. I’m ready for this … bring on that schlong. I pressed my legs together to keep her quiet. Alec dove his tongue back into my mouth to meet mine and slowly grazed the tip of it over the outline of my tongue, and I was undone. He moved from my mouth to my cheek and planted a chaste kiss there, but his hand moved up my belly, to my breasts. Then his mouth found my chin, my forehead, my neck. I flinched when the scruff of his beard picked my neck and gasped, panting a little …
“Neck,” he whispered hotly in my ear.
“What are you doing?” I wiggled away from him.
“Kissing you.” His hand stopped its travels, and suddenly I missed his onslaught.
“Just kissing?” I looked lost, small, certainly not the woman who I was to the rest of the world.
“No … we’ll be doing much more than kissing, but not in the car. I do have my standards.”
“Good, great,” I rambled.
He went back to my neck, and I tried to stay still as he smiled into my skin. He then kissed my chin again and back up to my mouth where his tongue pressed against my lips, begging them to open. We kissed for the rest of the ride until we arrived at an elaborate apartment building on the Upper East Side. His place wasn’t far from mine. His car pulled up to the curb, and he broke our kiss.