Then, his mouth was on mine, and he was bringing me toward him, pressing my body against his and holding me there as his mouth claimed mine. All the fears that had permeated my brain vanished out the window until I could barely remember why I’d been crying. Those worries would come back, I knew. But for now, all that mattered was him—and the way his cock was already stiffening in his jeans. Just the press of his bulge against me as we kissed was enough to send a frenzy of need running through me. My hand rubbed it, and I smiled as he moaned into my mouth.
Before he could stop me, I fumbled with the buttons of his pants, needing them off. He obliged, and his boxers slipped off along with his jeans. His cock stood fully erect. Without any ceremony, I grabbed his bicep—the firm muscle beneath it sending new cravings rushing through me—and dragged him up to the bedroom.
I pushed him playfully onto the bed, then slowly took my clothes off, making sure he watched every second as I pulled off my shirt, then slowly unclasped my bra, showing my already hard nipples as I dropped it to the floor. I drew out my striptease, savoring the way his cock twitched as he watched and the lust growing more intense in his eyes every moment.
Finally, my underwear fell to my ankles, and the need in Alek’s eyes grew to a fever.
“Get over here,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.
I clambered on top of him, straddling his legs as I took his cock in my hand, stroking it gently, smirking as he groaned, his eyes full of feral hunger. My tongue ran along the shaft, flicking across the tip and swirling around the head as I drew it out, savoring the groans he made before taking him in my mouth.
My head bobbed up and down in time with my hand. Hearing his reactions was more than enough to stimulate me, my own need and desire swelling. My hand went to my clit as I continued to taste him, moaning against his cock as I played with myself. My hips ground with the sensation.
“Enough,” he growled. I stopped, and he grabbed me by the hips, pulling me up just enough for him to impale me on his cock.
I screamed in pleasure, gasping as he clutched my hips, my body bouncing up and down as he held me in place. My breasts bounded in time as he moved like a stallion trying to buck off its rider.
My hands gripped his arms, my fingers digging into his flesh as the need inside me continued to build. The rhythm and ferocity of it made my back arch and my toes curl. I screamed, my legs gripping him tightly as the pressure kept growing and swelling. My breaths grew ragged, my groans higher-pitched as he plunged in and out of me over and over again. I gasped, closing my eyes as I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Already, the pleasure and need were growing, reaching a crescendo—
Between one thrust and the next, I broke. I screamed, legs clenching around him as I exploded, moaning and writhing, my hips still moving in time with his as I rode that pleasure. All that mattered was the two of us, the way his cock slammed into me, and the way he filled every inch of me.
Alek kept pumping into me as I screamed his name, making that delectable sensation even more intense as we continued moving in time with each other. And nothing else in the world mattered.
Chapter 14 - Alek
I panted, sliding Iris off me. She panted, hands still gripping my shoulders, breasts heaving.
“Feel better?” I asked.
She gave a breathless laugh. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I needed that.”
“I’m glad.”
Still hovering above me, she looked me up and down, and her grin turned wicked. Her fingers slid down my stomach, slowly drawing lines of fire as she did.
“I don’t think you’ve been taken care of yet,” she purred. “I think I need to repay the favor.”
She crouched on my legs, still pinning me to the bed, her eyes not leaving my face as she took my dick in her hand.
I raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t get enough the first time?” I asked.
“Alek,” she said, each individual finger caressing my cock. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Her tongue ran up the shaft, circling the head, licking her juices off it before taking me in her mouth. I groaned, hands going to her hair and tangling themselves in it. She bobbed up and down, her tongue continuing to flick and send new jolts of pleasure through me. Her hand went to my balls, squeezing just enough for me to let out a soft “fuck.”
I’d nearly come earlier when she’d been giving me head, only barely being able to hold back. The way her hands stroked my cock, along with the magical mouth of hers, would have been enough to undo any man. I groaned, throwing my head back as the pressure kept building and growing with every stroke.
My grip on her hair tightened as she sped up, her fingers and mouth gliding in perfect time, making her lips and tongue the only thing that mattered. I would have kept her there all day if I could have. I groaned, watching her breasts move with the rest of her body, bouncing in time with her head.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands forced her head in place, keeping her there as I shot cum into her mouth. I moaned as that sense of pressure and need ebbed, but didn’t fully dissipate. I doubted it ever would when it came to Iris.
She sat back on her haunches, licking her lips as she swallowed. Her eyes did not leave my face as her mouth quirked upward in the mischievous smirk that always drove me wild.
“Well?” she asked, her voice playful. “Did I repay the favor?”
I pulled her toward me so she was lying on top of me and kissed her again, loving the way our scents mixed together.
“I think I might be in your debt again,” I said.