He wound me tighter and tighter, then slipped a finger inside and crooked it slightly. His thumb teased my clit in gentle circlesand my hips arched off the bed. If he kept this up, I was going to come without him even being inside me, and that wouldn’t do.
I needed him in me. Now.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked breathlessly, praying the answer was yes. I’d packed one, but it pre-dated Thad because he’d always insisted on providing his own, so I wasn’t sure what kind of condition it was in.
“Yeah.” He reared back and scanned my face. “You sure? There’s no rush. I can get you off like this.”
“I want it. But only if you do.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.” He tugged the hem of my shirt. “Take this off.”
While he scrambled to find a condom in his wallet and rapidly shed his clothes, I sat up and drew my shirt over my head. I unclipped my bra and tossed it aside, watching Alec’s features carefully for any sign that he might not like what he saw.
His jaw tightened and he approached me, the forgotten foil-wrapped condom dangling from between his fingers.
“Your tits are fucking gorgeous.” He dropped the condom on the bed and cupped a hand around each of my breasts, cradling them in his callused palms. His thumbs brushed my nipples and his breath caught. “So soft and pink.”
He dropped to his belly and planted his face between them, inhaling deeply, then he used the tip of his tongue to tease my nipples into stiff peaks. I threw my head back and clutched the covers. My nipples had never seemed particularly sensitive before, but apparently, the other guys had just been doing it wrong.
Alec was most definitely doing it right.
He got lost in my body, playing with me like I was his favorite toy until I was panting and desperate for him to fill me.
“Please,” I begged. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He blinked, the glassiness clearing from his eyes. “Sorry, cocobug. I’ve got you.”
He slid the condom on and pushed inside me easily. My body wanted him so badly that there was no discomfort, only the exquisite pleasure of having him closer to me than he’d ever been before.
I cried out, and his mouth latched onto my throat and sucked until I swatted at him. “No hickies!”
He grunted. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“They do.” As if anyone could think anything else after the show we’d put on over the last few days.
“They’d better.”
His lips found mine and we kissed as he began to thrust inside me.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my mouth. “You feel so good. So hot and tight. You’re close to coming already, aren’t you?”
“Yes, damn you.” I stood no chance against him when he seemed so consumed by every part of me.
He tilted his hips in just such a way that every one of his movements caused friction against my clit. First, just light brushes, then harder and firmer until my orgasm rolled through me and I shuddered and called out his name.
“That’s it, cocobug. Good girl.”
He plunged into me over and over until his thrusts became jerky. His cock pulsed and he came inside me.
He rolled off me, disposed of the condom, and pulled me into an embrace. His lips caressed my temple.
“What do you think?” he asked quietly. “Am I boyfriend material?”
My stomach lurched.
“You are,” I admitted. “But I’m scared to lose you.”
He rolled onto his side and turned to face me. His hand rested on my hip and he smiled at me like I was every good thing that had ever happened to him.
