Alec, please, yes, yes, Alec !” My cries were only half coherent, a jumble of words and moans as I tangled my hands in his hair, holding on as I unraveled under his tongue, coming hard as I screamed his name.
When it was over I opened my eyes, feeling weak yet invigorated, hardly able to believe that I had come undone that way, my cries echoing through the room as I writhed like a wild woman.
Alec abruptly stood, kissing me hard. I could taste myself on his lips, and it was something that made me feel shy and excited at once. “Never tasted anything so goddamn sweet. You made me rock fucking hard moaning my name as I tasted you. I can’t wait to hear how you sound when I make you come with my cock inside you.”
He reached between us and I realized he was undoing his belt.
As unbelievable as it was, I had forgotten what was likely to come next as Alec licked me toward orgasm, but now reality came rushing back to me. Alec going down on me hadn’t been all that was going to happen. It was simply the foreplay to the main event.
His button-up shirt was still on as he unzipped his pants and tugged them, along with his boxer briefs, down just enough to pull his cock out.
He was huge.
Huge .
Long and thick, I could only imagine how much it was going to hurt going in. I didn’t have much time to look at it, because Alec pulled me to the floor and turned me around, pushing down on my back so that my breasts and forearms rested on the cool surface of the counter.
I glanced at our reflections in the mirror, seeing the look of determined lust on Alec’s face as he reached down to grab his cock and placed himself against my wet entrance.
My body wanted it, was crying out to have Alec deep inside me, hard and thrusting in the wetness between my thighs. But my mind was afraid. I knew there would be a little pain, and that it hopefully wouldn’t last long, but that didn’t stop my nerves from taking hold of me. My heart raced in a strange mix of eager anticipation and thudding dread. I shut my eyes tight, bracing myself for entry.
“Open your eyes, Brooke.” His voice was thick with desire, almost a growl. An excited thrill swirled through my core, but I still couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes.
“Just go ahead,” I whispered.
“I want to look in your eyes when I enter you.”
Reluctantly, I lifted my lids, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing.”
“You can’t tell me nothing’s wrong. I can see it written all over your face.”
I cursed myself, wishing I weren’t so expressive. Alec’s hands were gripping my hips and his cock was still pressed against me, but he wasn’t making any move to enter me.
“It’s not that anything is wrong. Really. It’s just- I don’t know what’s right. I mean, I’m not sure…”
“This is your first time.” He said it evenly, but I could see in his face that his reaction to the realization was anything but a happy one.
“Yeah,” I admitted meekly.
“Fuck,” Alec exhaled forcefully. He shifted behind me, his cock sliding flat against me so that it was nestled between my cheeks, sending heat through me. “ Fucking hell . A goddamn virgin.”
He swore as he pulled away from me, pulling his pants back up to cover himself.
“Go to your room,” he barked sharply, his eyes stormy and dark. “It’s the last room at the other end of the hallway, to the right. Hopefully you’ll manage to actually make it there and I won’t find you naked and playing with yourself in my bed, saying you thought it was yours.”
His tone was biting, dripping with acid.
He was angry.
At me.
I panicked, wishing I had just opened my eyes without hesitation. I wanted this, wanted him, and beyond wanting him on a personal level, it was what I had been hired to do.
Unless he doesn’t want me at all anymore.
Now my stupid nerves were ruining everything. “Wait, no. We don’t have to stop, Alec. I mean, this is what we’re supposed to do
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