I woke up to a quiet apartment, but the pounding in my chest was anything but quiet. I was also breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon. Something felt wrong.
I stood up and grabbed my phone. It was just after nine a.m. Normally on Sundays, when William was home, he’d be out on the patio with the newspaper and coffee. But the apartment sounded completely empty.
And then I remembered why I had woken up so abruptly and why my body felt tense.
I remembered.
I remembered
everything
.
I had dreamt it, or at least I think I did. Either that or my memory was coming back to me…
“Are you from around here?” I asked once we were in his hotel suite.
“Originally, yes. But I just moved back from Europe after studying four years abroad.”
“Oh, wow…” He grabbed my hand again, leading us out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. “Private suite?”
“Yeah.” He let out an easy laugh. “Family money.” He shrugged. I could tell he didn’t want to talk any more about it, which was fine with me.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked, letting go of my hand and walking toward the wet bar.
“Sure…I’ll take whatever,” I replied, taking a good look around the room. The windows were floor to ceiling and the view from here was breathtaking.
He turned around and handed me the glass. I was still buzzed from the drinks we had before leaving Le Bain.
I brought the glass up to my lips as my eyes trailed down Alex’s body. He was young, definitely fit and in shape, and had nailed down the ‘I’m going to eat you alive’ look. All I knew at that moment was how done I was with being Manhattan’s good girl. I was done with the acting. Or perhaps that was the alcohol taking over.
I slammed the drink down, not even knowing what it was. I choked on the intense burn, but I quickly swallowed it down, not caring anymore.
“Shit…” Alex spit out. “You aren’t supposed to down it like a shot.” He tried to conceal his laughter, but his smile told me everything. He was fucking turned on.
“I didn’t want to waste any more time.” I set it down on the bar and walked up to him. “No more wasting time…” I wrapped my arms around him, bringing his mouth down to mine. I crushed our lips together, the mixture of alcohol and heat evident as our mouths collided. I heard his glass drop, liquid splashing as it landed on the floor.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me up. My legs engulfed him, wrapping around him as he walked us down a hall. I felt his hard bulge against my thigh, taunting the ache down below even more.
Moaning, panting, grinding. Our bodies were inseparable as we made our way into a bedroom. He kicked one of the French doors open; it slammed against the wall in response.
He set me on top of a desk, our mouths still connected in a heated battle of wanting, needing more. My hands raked through his hair as he pressed his pelvis into me. I could feel his arousal in between my legs, which drove me fucking crazy. God, I wanted to feel him. Touch him. Lick him.
“Alex…” I whimpered as his mouth slowly moved down my jaw and neck. “Oh, god…” I moaned as his lips sucked on my collar bone like he’d been begging for all night long. “Mm…”
He brought his lips back up to my ear and whispered, “Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“My name…” He bit my ear gently before continuing, “Say it.”
I swallowed, my body quivering in response. “Alex…I want you so fucking bad…”
“I know, sweetheart.” I could feel him smile against my neck, a devilish, grinning smile I was sure. “Hang on to the desk,” he demanded.
My hands found the edge. I folded my fingers over and did as he said. He leaned back and stared at me.
“What?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. You know that? I mean, really, Mac. Beautiful.” His voice was genuine, making me blush at how much attention he was giving me. His eyes were intense, staring at all the intimate details of my body.
He brushed his hands up my thighs, taking my dress up with them. He found the string of my panties and looped his fingers through. He gripped them as he began pulling them down my thighs, knees, and eventually, letting them fall to the floor.
My shoes were still on, but he didn’t remove them. He spread my legs as he knelt on the floor, positioning his head right in between them.
He grazed the inside of my thigh with his nose, groaning and licking as he made his way up closer. I was dying. My body was aching for him and he was slowly torturing me, taunting me. I could feel how wet I was for him. Just one flick of his tongue was all it’d take to set me off if he didn’t give me what I needed soon.
His hands gripped behind my knees, holding my legs apart as he continued licking and grazing his nose up my other thigh, still not giving in to where I really wanted his mouth.
“Alex…I’m about to combust,” I whimpered. “Please…or I’m going to do it myself.”
He smiled wide, obviously pleased with how worked up I was. “You move those hands, Mac, and I’ll be tying them up. Do you understand?”
I groaned, my arousal heating up even more. I wasn’t a prude, but I hadn’t ever been tied up before. Perhaps I’d like to be tied up?
“Yes,” I answered anyway.
“Good girl.” He kissed the inside of my thigh as he pushed my dress up even higher. “Lean back, sweetheart. And remember, hang onto the edge.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me. His tongue lapped up and down my slit so fast, I swore I came right then and there. He moaned and grunted as he sucked on my clit. My hips bucked in response, desperately wanting to move my hands to his head.
Inaudible moans and words came out of my mouth. I was no longer in control. My body ached and a shiver of thrill responded from what he was giving.
“Fuck, Mac…I could devour this pussy all night long. You taste like fucking heaven.” He released his mouth for just a moment before diving back in. My back arched eagerly for more. He shifted slightly as he brought two fingers up and started rubbing circles on my clit. I gasped as he pressed both fingers inside me, twisting, and pushing them deeper inside.
“Oh, god!” I shrieked, losing my grip on the wood. “Shit…oh, my god…y-yes!” I couldn’t control the words that escaped my throat. I was moaning and screaming and completely losing it.
“Let me hear you, Mac.”
“I can’t…” I breathed out. “My, god, it’s too much.”
“You want to come, don’t you?” he taunted with amusement. I nodded, pushing my hips onto his fingers harder.
“Yes, yes!” I begged. I needed to or I was going to pass out from the intensity.
“Good girl. Keep talking, sweetheart.” He brought his mouth back down, sucking on my clit as he worked his fingers deeper inside me. The build up was intense, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.
“Yes…Alex, more. Please, don’t stop!” I squeezed the edge, trying to hold on as best I could. He worked up a rhythm of licking and sucking as he twisted and pushed his fingers in harder and deeper. My body tensed, my legs clenched tighter together as he upped the pace. He used his thumb to press circles against me, his mouth never leaving the raw skin of my pussy as I screamed out his name. “Alex! Yes, oh my god!” My body bucked hard into him as my hands flew to his hair and squeezed. I pushed his head hard into me as I rode out my orgasm.
My body relaxed, my hands falling lax against the desktop. My breathing started to slow down from its rapid rhythm—but before I had a chance to catch my breath, Alex surprised me by continuing.
I clenched my legs together, squeezing his head. “What are you doing?” I squealed, not ready for him to go again. I had barely recovered. “Oh my god…no, Alex. Wait. Oh my god…” He continued his pleasurable torture, crossing the line to painful pleasure as another orgasm ripped through my body. It sure didn’t take much. I was extremely sensitive and the brush of his facial stubble just added to it.
“Jesus…” he growled. My eyes blinked to his face, braving a look at what tasting two orgasms looked like. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you tasted like heaven…except when you come, it’s ten times better. Like heaven on steroids.”
My body sunk on the desk as he licked his lips and wiped his jaw. I was mesmerized. Captivated. The alcohol swam through me as a rush of calmness overcame me.
“My body feels like jello,” I blurted out. “I didn’t even know that was possible…to come twice in a row. Holy shit.” I could feel my cheeks heat, but I didn’t care. I just had this guy’s tongue all up inside me two seconds ago.
“You have exactly five minutes to recover, sweetheart. And then I’m finding a better use for that ass.” He nodded down at the dark cherry wood desk I’d been sitting on. He smirked as he pushed himself to stand up while maintaining eye contact.
I went to use the bathroom, needing time to recover. My body was flushed, the alcohol still buzzing through my veins. I pulled my dress back down, but I knew it was no use. I planned to let him rip it off me as soon as he was ready.
Alex handed me another drink as I sat on the edge of the bed. I sipped it this time, giving my body the time it needed to rest.
“So what did you study in Europe?” I asked, getting a better look at him as he leaned up against the wall in front of me.
“Business and foreign policy.” He continued staring intently at me, holding onto a glass in one of his hands.
“That’s quite intimidating.” My eyes widened, impressed. I brought the glass back to my lips, tasting the burn of whiskey as it went down my throat.
“Nah, it’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s a family thing. Tradition and all that shit. Ya know how that goes.”
“Yeah, I have an idea.” The truth was I knew all about that too much. Although I didn’t come from money, I knew plenty of people who did. I saw how it changed them, how they acted entitled to it all, how they felt they were invincible. Most of these people I called my friends, but deep down, our friendship was as fake as their breast implants.
“What about you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Fashion? Marketing? Sociology?” he listed with amusement, grinning.
“Is that the norm for New York City elite?” I mocked.
“Let’s see…living on daddy’s money, I’d say anything that didn’t require their brains to actually work.” He pursed his lips as if he were really thinking about it. “Is shopping a major?”
I laughed lightly, actually wondering the same thing. What did rich daddy’s girls major in?
“I didn’t graduate from a four-year college, actually,” I admitted, as much as it hurt to say it aloud. “I never had the money.” I shrugged it off.
His face resembled a mix of shock and pity. “Oh, sorry. I just assumed since—”
“No, it’s fine,” I cut him off. “Most people do.” I couldn’t go into any further details. At this point, I just wanted to forget my perfectly-designed life just for one night.
I tipped my head back and finished my drink hoping to end the conversation for good. He watched me with captivating eyes as he walked toward me. They looked hungry and eager.
For me.
I leaned down on the mattress as he started to hover over me. “So why don’t you tell how a gorgeous woman like you isn’t taken already.”
“You know…” I began as he situated his body comfortably in between my legs, removing my dress completely. “Had I known at the bar you were such a talker…”
Before I could finish my sentence, he spread my legs wide and roughly pushed inside me. He opened and stretched me before I even had time to comprehend anything. I gasped as my fingers dug into his back and hung on.
He felt large and thick. He kept up the pace, thrusting in and pulling out. In, out, in out. He held onto my ass, pushing us even closer together. I had no idea it could feel like this. He consumed me…every nerve in my body was on fire as he continued stretching me.
“Yes…god, yes…” I moaned, screamed, grunted. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. And my body was feeling everything.
“Christ, Mac…you feel fucking amazing,” he said against my ear. My hands grabbed onto his ass, pushing him even deeper inside me as I scratched my nails up and down his body. My legs clenched tighter together as he continued driving into me. My pussy squeezed his cock as my body began convulsing.
“God, I love it when you do that, Mac,” he growled, nipping lightly against the flesh of my ear. It sent a shiver down my body as I arched my hips up to greet his eager thrusts.
“I’m marking you for all the other girls who try to get near you.”
He slowed his rhythm, bringing his head to mine so our eyes were now locked. “Sweetheart, if I had you, I’d have no reason to be with another girl for the rest of my life.”
I squinted, needing to make sure this guy was for real. I blushed before responding, “You’re just saying that…although you don’t have to...I’m already underneath you.”
He laughed lightly, moving against me again. “I’m not, Mac. You really are a sweet thing. So fucking gorgeous and perfect. I can’t believe another man hasn’t claimed you yet.”