“We had an argument. We need to make up. Kiss me.”
She shook her head. “You argued with me so it stands to reason that you should kiss me.”
“I can’t believe that we are having the same argument twice in one day.” He raised his brow. “You sure you want me to kiss you?”
Alexandra swallowed thickly. “What difference does it make? It’s just a kiss.”
“You asked for it.”
“Well, technically you asked—”
He planted his lips onto hers and then sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. The little human groaned. She slid her hands around his waist and pulled him closer.
Her soft mounds crushed against him. Her little tongue flicked against his lips. Fuck! He nipped at her top lip and deepened the kiss. Alexandra whimpered, rocking her hips. His cock lurched. It wanted at her. In a big, bad way. Her little hands moved up and down his back, closing on his ass. She ground herself against him. Fucking hell! Why couldn’t she behave?
Lazarus had planned to kiss the fuck out of her but he had also planned to keep his hands on the wall and not to take it any further. Not today at least. Tomorrow was a whole different ball game.
Plans changed.
Little Alexandra was wound up so damned tight that she was liable to snap at any second. Then again, so was he. Not much he could do about himself but the tiny human was a total different story. She nipped at his bottom lip, made a growling noise and gripped his ass tighter.
To fucking hell with it!
Lazarus gripped her thigh and pulled it up. So fucking lush. Her heel snaked around his leg, opening herself up to him. He made a growling noise low in his throat. His balls tightened up as the scent of her warm, wet flesh grew stronger. He ground himself up against her core and she moaned so loud that it broke their kiss. “Oh…oh…oh…” She cried in time to his movements.
It had been a long fucking time since he had dry humped a female. No way. It wasn’t going down like this. “I’m going to touch you.” He growled against her lips as he slid his hand up her thigh, his intentions clear.
“Yeah…mmmhmmm…” She made a garbled noise of approval. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils so dilated that her irises looked more black than blue.
Her grip on him tightened as he shoved her panties to the side. Alexandra made a gasping noise as his finger breached her pussy.
Tight as fuck.
Her walls clamped down around his finger. One fucking finger. The only god send was that she was wet as fuck. He moved in and out of her a couple of times loving the wet, sucking sound it made. Lazarus ground his teeth. Shit but she felt good.
Her back bowed from the wall and she groaned, her head rolled back. “Oh god…oh my holy fuck…” She gripped him by the wrist. “Jesus…more…more…don’t you dare stop.” She groaned.
He inserted a second finger. “Fuck,” Lazarus growled. He knew she was small. The tiniest female he had ever seen. He knew she would be tight but this was fucking ridiculous.
“Oh my fucking lord.” Her eyes were wide. Her breath came in sharp pants. One hand clawed at his back while the other tried to drag his hand closer. Her hips rocked. The little female was riding his hand. Her black dress was up around her hips. Her panties were pink…hot fucking pink.
Lazarus groaned. His cock wept from sheer delight and sheer frustration. He pushed a little deeper and moved faster at her urging for both.
“I need to come…make me come…oh god yes…just like that…oh fuck…” She was vocal. He knew she would be. He fucking loved it. “…that’s the spot…that’s the spot…Jesus…”
If Lazarus wasn’t so fucking turned on, about to come himself and just from watching her, he would’ve smiled. He fucking loved it. Un-fucking-fortunately, all good things had to come to an end. Sweet little Alexandra was begging for release. She needed it so badly that she was shaking. Unable to breathe fast enough or to move fast enough, she couldn’t get enough.
“You want to come?” He growled, slowing a little.
Her breathing picked up and her eyes widened as she went into panic mode. She mistakenly believed that he was going to stop. Not a chance. “Yes, damn you. Make me come or so fucking help me…ohhhhh.”
He slid his thumb over her swollen clit while finger fucking her hard and deep. Her pussy went from tight to impossible to maneuver inside of.
Her mouth fell open as she sucked in a ragged breath, then her eyes widened up a whole lot before she all out growled. The growl slowly turned into a high pitched groan. He kept working her, slowly easing off the pressure as she came down. Alexandra slumped against his chest, burying her face against him. He anchored an arm around her to hold her up. She was breathing hard.
So was he, dammit. Like he’d climbed a mountain or something. If he ever managed to actually get inside her, he would probably come instantly from having his dick squeezed so intensely. He couldn’t wait to find out.
“Oh shit.” She pulled away from him, forcing him to release her sweet pussy...to release her. She leaned against the wall for support. “Dammit.” Alexandra finally looked him in the eye. “That should so not have happened.” She licked her lips as she fixed her panties, wobbling precariously on her heels.
“Yes it should have.” His voice was deep and gravelly because he was still as hard as fuck. “You really needed that. You’ll be more relaxed now.”
“We’re supposed to be getting to know one another. That was…sheesh…that was…”
“Really good…mind blowing…hot…you want to do it again.” He was just playing with her. Seeing her so flustered was a turn on. Everything about this female was a turn on.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “Yes…I mean no. It was hot but no we can’t do it again. We just can’t.”
“Why the hell not? It’s like two steps forward and ten steps back with you. No progress is ever fucking made. It pisses me the hell off. You agreed that we’re getting to know each other and that we’re exclusive and that’s fucking final.”
“That…just now…was not getting to know one another. That was…that was…I don’t know what that was, but—”
“That was us getting to know each other better.”
She huffed out a breath. “How do you figure that?”
“I know exactly where your G-spot is and exactly how you enjoy being touched. It says a lot about you as a person, Alexandra. A whole hell of a lot.”
“How do I like to be touched then?” She put her hands on her hips.
“You like being fucked hard and deep.”
She blinked a few times. “Who doesn’t? Is there any other way?”
“I wasn’t finished and yes there is.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine…tell me. I can’t wait to hear this.”
“Like I was saying, although you like it—”
“Yeah…yeah…hard and deep.”
His dick did that whole lurch in his pants thing. Hard and deep sounded damned fantastic around about now. He ignored it. “At the same time, you prefer your clit to be touched softly…gently. There is a softer side to you, Alexandra. A side you deny. Sex is all about getting off to you.”
She frowned and even shook her head. “Yeah, well duh. That’s why we do it.”
Lazarus smiled. He couldn’t help himself. “There is way more to it. Way more. I’m just glad that I will be the lucky fuck that gets to show you.” Hopefully. He refused to be negative about the whole thing. Alexandra had allowed him to touch her. She was attracted to him…big time. The rest would fall into place. He just knew it.
Chapter 8
Her whole body vibrated. Alex wobbled on her heels even though she used both hands on the wall behind her to keep herself from falling. Her underwear was sopping wet. It was the best damned orgasm she had ever had…as in ever.
Better than any dick or expensive stimulate-everything-at-once-vibrator. The guy had used just his hand dammit and it was the best.
It should never have happened. A line had been crossed. Now that line was blurred. The problem was that touching could quickly lead to more. Make that, touching often led to more. She was surprised that during all that shameless begging, that she hadn’t begged him to all out fuck her because it was what she had wanted. Still wanted if she was honest with herself. It was as if someone had flicked a horny switch inside of her.
Lazarus had told her that he wanted to show her that sex was about more than just getting off. What did that even mean? The guy was hard to understand. He was so intense. He wanted them to be exclusive.
Exclusive.
They weren’t even really dating…although, maybe they sort of were by default since this was a dating program. She needed to play along if she hoped to stay in The Program but there would be no more touching.
“Kiss me.” Lazarus closed the distance between them, stopping just short of touching her.
“What? Why?” She put her hands on his chest. When she said no touching…maybe kissing was okay. They were—sort of—dating so she would have to force herself to kiss him every now and then so that it would seem authentic.