“A deal is a deal,” I say as I head up the stairs, his leather jacket still wrapped around me.
His heavy feet follow after me quickly as I turn and head for hisbedroom. The only new thing in here is that there is a bigger bed, meaning less walking space. Which, honestly is fine because what else do you do inside your bedroom but sleep, really?
Alec steps inside the room behind me, shutting the door as he closes the distance between us, his hands cupping my face tenderly as his breath brushes against my lips.
“I’m giving you an out, Cass. We don’t have to do this.”
I raise an eyebrow as I take a step out of his hold. Steadily, I shrug off his jacket before peeling off my shirt. I unclasp my bra and push down my shorts and panties until I’m standing completely naked.
His eyes roam over me like a man who has been starved, lust completely drowning any color he used to have.
“Does it look like I want an out?” I ask.
Alec practically pounces on me in the next moment. Our mouths battle for dominance as I fall backwards onto the bed, his body quickly covering mine. He tears his mouth from my own, peppering my neck with rushed and passion fueled kisses before his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. I gasp at the feeling and can literally feel his smirk against my neck as he does it again and again, sucking on it as if that will ease the bite.
“You’re gonna give me a fucking hickey,” I moan on a laugh.
He pulls away for a moment, those blue eyes boring into mine as he smirks.
“Good, now there will be no question that you’re mine.”
Alec begins kissing his way down my body before nudging my legs apart. He makes himself perfectly at home as he tosses my legs over his shoulders and goes face first into my pussy. He groans in pleasure almost louder than I do. Almost. Like no time has passed, his tongue eagerly tastes me, swirling and flicking through me as he slips a finger inside.
“Fuck, Alec,”I moan.
“I love my name on your lips,” he mumbles against my clit, sending a rush of pleasure through me.
“More,” I beg, winding my hand through his thick hair.
Doing as I say, he slips a second finger inside me before he begins massaging my gspot. Pleasure is building inside me and I know I don’t have long before I come undone. I don’t want to come like this, though. I want rough, raw, passion filled fucking. I want to be pinned down and made into his own personal sex doll.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg.
Alec comes up for air, releasing my clit with a wet pop before he smiles. He wastes no time in pushing off his pants and boxers, discarding his shirt in the next moment before he lays on his back.
“Ride me.”
Disappointment flickers inside me. Not because I don’t enjoy being on top. It’s fine, I’m just not really a dominant person in bed. I think maybe I was more so a switch when Alec and I dated. After I got a little more experience, though, I quickly realized how much I crave being a sub. How good it feels to relinquish power to someone else and then experience how they take care of you in reward.
It's not Alec’s fault, though. I haven’t communicated that, he’s falling into old routines where I was almost always the initiator. He’s rekindling something, reliving it, and just because I get on top this time doesn’t mean it’ll be every time. Hell, I don’t even know if there will be more times after this. I know he said that there is no question that I’m his, but I’m not sure how that sits with me. Which is honestly so unfair because do I have any reasoning as to why I wouldn’t want to give it another try with him? No, not really.
“You okay?” he asks, and of course he did. I’ve been spiraling in my own head about my sexual desires and our impending label for at least a minute. Way to make things awkward as hell, Cass.
Climbing on top of Alec, I slowly lower myself down onto himand he moans in approval. The feeling of him inside me is amazing and I draw back up when I realize something.
“Condom,” I practically choke out.
Alec’s eyes widen for a moment before he reaches for a bedside table, fumbling around before grabbing one. He tears it open in no time and pushes me off for a moment before rolling the latex down his cock. When he’s ready, he pulls me back down onto him.
I’ll admit, it really doesn’t feel as good as going bare. You know what else doesn’t feel good? STDs.
Though I’m on birth control, I don’t know what Alec has been up to over the last few years, or even the last few weeks. It’s a topic we will obviously have to discuss later since my dumbass just sat right on down with no questions.
That’s a later thing, though.
I begin gyrating my hips as my hands come to rest on his chest for stability. Alec’s hands settle on my waist and he holds me tight as he helps guide my movements.
“Fuck, Cass. You feel so good. I’ve missed you so goddamn much.”
