Dangerous Temptations(30)

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.