His voice is rough against my lips.“We should head upstairs.”He kisses the corner of my mouth.“Last thing we need is Mila catching an eyeful of us ...unless you don’t want to.Which is totally cool.I’m here to finish organizing the vinyl collection.”
“Let’s go.”I nod, breathless, hand sliding into his.He leads me upstairs and when we reach my bedroom, he closes the door behind us with a quiet finality.
He turns to me like he’s been waiting all damn day for this—maybe forever.
I’m still in my sweatshirt and sweatpants, hair up in a loose bun.There’s nothing sexy about it, but the way Alec looks at me?Like I’m the center of every thought he’s had since sunrise.That’s what undoes me.
He steps close, slides a finger under the hem of my sweatshirt, eyes locked on mine.“This coming off?”
I lift my arms, and he peels it off slowly, revealing an old, worn T-shirt underneath.One he gave me ages ago—and beneath that, nothing.Just skin.Bare, waiting.
He breathes out a low, reverent, “Fuck.”His fingers brush the hem of the shirt.“You wore this on purpose.”
I smile.“Maybe.”
“You’re killin’ me, babe.”
Alec bends and kisses me again—this time with no patience.His tongue slips in deep, his hands greedy now, roaming.My back hits the edge of the bed, and he lifts the shirt slowly, kissing every inch of skin as he reveals it.
By the time it’s off, I’m standing in front of him, naked and trembling slightly from the anticipation.
He drops to his knees.
“Lie back,” he rasps, voice thick.
I do, crawling into the center of the bed, and he follows, kissing the inside of my knee, dragging his mouth upward—languid and torturous.
When his mouth finally reaches my pussy, I gasp, hips jerking off the bed like they’re no longer mine to control.
His tongue drags through my slick folds with slow, devastating precision, pausing to suck gently on my clit before dipping lower, tasting me from the outside in.Every stroke is deeper, wetter, filthier than the last—tongue pressing into my entrance, lapping up everything I give him like he’s addicted to the way I melt for him.
His hands lock around my thighs, spreading me wide as he buries his face between them, tongue circling, teasing, then thrusting—again and again—until I’m writhing, moaning his name like a prayer.
My fingers twist in the sheets as he pushes me higher, tongue flicking over that aching bundle of nerves with maddening skill, just the right pressure and pace, like he knows exactly how to unravel me.Heat coils tight in my belly, every breath catching as I teeter on the edge, one more stroke away from falling apart completely.
“Alec—” I moan, already shaking.
His mouth works me over until I’m shaking, and then he lifts his head just enough for his breath to skim my swollen, aching core.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough, lips still wet with me.“You’re already trembling.Didn’t even touch you with my hands yet.”
I whimper, hips rolling toward his mouth on instinct.
He smiles against me, slow and sinful.“You want more, sweetheart?”His tongue gives one lazy stroke up the center of my slit.
My thighs tremble around his shoulders.
“More,” I say shakily.
He kisses the inside of my thigh ...then the other ...then hovers over my clit again.“Use your words.Tell me what you need.”
“Alec ...”My voice breaks, need curling hot and tight in my gut.
He groans like the sound of his name on my lips does something feral to him.“You sound so damn pretty like this.All open.All mine.Begging without even trying.”His thumb drags lightly over my clit, making my breath catch.“Tell me what you want me to do to this sweet pussy.”
I’m already panting, already so close it’s almost embarrassing.“I—I need?—”
“Uh-uh.”He shakes his head, teasing my entrance with the tip of his finger but not giving me anything.“Say it.”
