Page 26 of Flames of Desire

Shock and pleasure warred in my head, but inevitably, one side overpowered the other, and I melted again, but this time into a soft bed and the tongue of my brother's best friend. Cold tendrils of hair tickled my flesh and made me shiver in contrast to the heat of his mouth meeting the heat of my pussy. That heat elongated and exploded steadily as he kissed and sucked at my folds. I could hear the wetness of my arousal smack from his lips and tongue.

He was ravenous and wasted no time burying his tongue as deep as it could go inside me. We meshed and ground against each other in an embrace of need and molten desire.

His nose rubbed roughly over my clit, and the raw sensation was so powerful it caught my breath in my throat. My body seized up with the effort of breaking down that shocking barrier. I curled upwards, hands reaching for him even as my head rolled back.

His hand took hold of one of my breasts again and pushed me back down to the bed. I dragged in that lungful of air and cried out. This time, he was firmer, and the hold was more of confinement and desire than of stimulation. But it still drove me wild. At his touch, my body felt full, like lightning was sparking underneath him, and could burst free from my nipples if it stayed pent up for a minute longer.

I squeezed my thigh around his head and clenched in ecstasy, and his flickering tongue soothed my pussy with fire. He responded by gripping me tighter and probing deeper. Then he wrenched himself free from me and stood up. I gasped in annoyance at his absence, but the smirk on his face and the glistening coat of his stubble showed he had enjoyed being drowned with my juices.

He towered over me and breathed heavily, his cock jutting out from his body fiercely. The rigid totem of lust drew all my attention and focus and left no room for rational thought. I wanted him inside of me again, thoughts of that night at the cabin playing at the back of my mind constantly.

I didn't spare a glance at his strong body or his lustful gaze. I shifted my weight back so that my hips just brushed over the bed sheets, and my legs hung in the air, ready to be seized and directed by him. I only had eyes for his cock, which I could almost feel against me already.

“Wait a minute,” He managed to say and walked away from me. His absence brought a wave of cold that wrecked my entire body, and I found myself longing for his warmth.

He walked over to his pants by the bathroom floor and reached down to grab it. Pulling out a condom from his pocket, he walked back to me, using his teeth to tear the packet open. He pulled the condom out and quickly sheathed himself before positioning himself between my legs.

His fingers sank into my skin, and he lifted and pulled my entire torso onto him. I couldn't tell when I let out a gasp, I could only recall the instant feeling of fullness and completion. My head and body rocked underneath the impacts of his thrusts, the blows drawing punctured bursts of moans from deep inside of me.

My legs were stretched outside of his arms as he sought to split me down the middle. Our hungers met and were both sated as I watched my greedy body urge him inside of my own, and he claimed me with the relentless thrusting of his cock.

I felt fulfilled and, at the same time, triumphant. My body screamed in pain and pleasure simultaneously. I couldn't think or breathe, and yet I was exhilarated by the sensations of Alex inside of me.

I felt a deeper desire well up within me, but to my disappointment, his rhythm slowed ever so slightly. In one swift motion, Alex grabbed me and flipped me over, propping my ass into the air. I stayed on my hands and knees, my mind racing with excitement and anticipation.

He growled his approval before thrusting his glorious cock back into me. I instantly arched my back and cried out as a tide of new pleasure burst into my insides. He was so incredibly deep, and he was hitting my inner tunnels in a way that caused bursts of stars to flash in my eyes and my brain. I clenched my hands against the bedsheets and tried to steady my body under his gratifying assault.

Each stroke of his hips heightened the sensations and forced my consciousness closer to detachment. I could feel my breasts sway and smack into each other lightly. I could hear the slap of his skin against mine and feel the ripples of our flesh against each other. My release was rising urgently.

I dropped my head and chest to the bed, trying to delay my climax just a little bit longer, but it was a lost cause. The dam burst, and my orgasm wracked my body in shuddering pulses as I crumpled, each wave stimulating raw pressure points that barely recovered from the ecstasy before the next one arrived.

His hands were on my hips, and they held tightly through my climax. He slowed down, his cock pulsing inside me. My pussy clenched around him, and it was as if his cock was swelling enormously as I rippled through my orgasm. Then, just as I felt like I could breathe again, he suddenly started jackhammering into me again.

I couldn't describe exactly how it felt or how I reacted. All strength left my limbs. The hinge of my spine and legs and his rough grip on my hips and bottom were all that kept me from collapsing face down onto the bed and forcing him out of me.

As I surrendered to a second shuddering climax, I felt his climax begin to take over him. He growled lustily and tried to push his whole body into me. I felt pressure and warmth spread inside my pussy as his release finally came, his semen filling up the condom.

He collapsed onto my back, and we lay there in sweaty, panting bliss. This time, he melted into me. After a short while, he retreated from me. I turned around, resting my back on the soft, welcoming sheets of my bed. I didn't open my eyes or worry about laying here completely exposed. I didn't care at all.

Eventually, he lay next to me, and I felt his breath hot and rapid against my cheek. He kissed me softly on the cheek once and then on the forehead. As we lay together, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, I felt a sense of completeness that I had never known before.

“Lily?” He called out breathlessly.

“Yes, Alex?” I answered, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“I think I love you,” he whispered in my ear, and my body immediately tensed.

The infamous playboy of Greendale had just told me he loved me. My heart swelled with affection, and I fought to keep the tears from flowing out onto the sheets we laid on.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice filled with emotion. “More than words can say.”

He planted another kiss on my forehead and I snuggled in closer to him, my head resting on his chest as I felt the steady rise and fall of his heartbeat. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the night wrapping us in its gentle embrace, and as I drifted off, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together.

Chapter fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - FANNING THE FLAMES

It had been only a few days since we returned from the cabin, and everything about me and Lily seemed to be nothing but perfection. I had never, and I mean never, felt this way about anybody in my entire life. Lily made me want to become a better person, not just for her but for myself as well.

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