Page 33 of Wanted
My words caused a much-needed reaction. He grabbed hold of my hips, shifting us so that he was on top. His hands roamed all over me as he possessed my dirty mouth. My hands drifted to his back, digging my nails in. I didn’t dig deep because I knew that his body was his temple in his career, and he was always around prying eyes. There was no need to draw more attention to him, as Jordan claimed.
I lifted my upper body so that I could yank my shirt off. I didn’t wear a bra, obviously. In my new situation, I barely brushed my awkward brown hair. Alex’s gaze absorbed my tits, taking me in like a man starved. He dived in. While he squeezed my flesh, I helped myself by rocking against his hardness.
When his teeth tantalizingly bit down on one of my nipples, I had to cover my mouth to muffle my scream.
Fuck, I’d missed this. I was ready. What the fuck did I have to do to get him between my legs? He was hard for me. Erections didn’t lie, in my presence at least.
“You like that?” he asked, hovering above my skin like a magician ready to cast his next spell. I could feel his breath tingling me. My legs were wrapped around him, brushing us against one another.
I nodded. “You can do it again if you like.”
“Ever so polite.”
“Anything to get you to fuck me.”
“Not happening, baby. Stop teasing.” He shook his head, kneading my breasts with his hands. I could barely breathe out of excitement. I let out a groan, merely showing my frustration. “Take off your pants for me. Play with yourself.”
“I want you to play with me,” I pouted.
“Play with yourself,” he insisted, sending a shiver down my spine. I reveled in being told what to do when in bed.
I slid out of my sweats in no time. My panties almost ripped in two when I tore them off my skin.
“Who gave you a razor?” Alex asked the moment his eyes took in my bare pussy.
“What sort of question is that?”
“A question I expect an answer to.”
“Nobody,” I responded in all honesty. His aggravated tone was coated in worry, and it made me so fucking hot for him. “I got a laser treatment back home.”
“Fylox?”
I gasped.
“She’s telling the truth.” If Alex had me dripping before, Fylox’s nonchalant voice had me losing it.
“Go ahead then,” Alex said, sending tremors directly to my core. “Touch that pretty pussy of yours.”
I wasn’t a stranger to displays of my intimate areas. However, there was something different with these two in the room. They weren’t behaving like Katantian men would. They involved me too much in whatever it was we were doing. Restraint wasn’t something I was used to. My kind only showed restraint when dealing with foreigners. Mandy had told me that Weston took it slow with her before the whole ownership fiasco.
Like I had a shy bone in my body, I slowly guided my hand down my skin. Reaching my pussy, I realized that I was even wetter than I felt. I rubbed myself, watching Alex as he observed my hand.
I wondered if Fylox was actually present or if he had shut down. When I cocked my head to find out, he wasn’t looking at us.
That frustrated me. Here I was, naked and spread at their pleasure, and half of the receiving parties weren’t even looking at their present.
“You want him to see you, baby?” Alex asked, having noticed my head move. I gave him a nod. “Then make yourself come for us.”
I bit my lip, moaning in frustration. I explored my wetness, rubbing my clit. My body writhed when he put his hands on my knees. It was as much as he was willing to give me right now, and it fired me up when his thumbs started massaging me.
I came a couple of moments later as if it was the easiest thing in the world for me.
Actually, it was.
I wasn’t prepared for Alex’s mouth on my pussy. I gasped when he dived in. His warm tongue lapped at me, grazing every aspect of my wetness. My own hands were on my tits, squeezing and kneading. I rolled my nipples, chasing another orgasm that his tongue had expertly driven me right into. His fingers joined in. Long and not mild at all, he thrust two of them inside of my willing orifice.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
