Page 50 of One Wild Ride

When I sought out Alex’s eyes, I saw the same war raging there.

“You can’t, or you won’t?”

“Neither. Both. I don’t know anymore.” He shook his head.

I reached my hand for his and he smiled. “Then tell me. What are you afraid of?”

Maybe we were both fucked-up. And in our crazy, messed up minds, perhaps our hearts could find peace together.

“Of hurting you,” he whispered as his shoulders slumped as if he just released the biggest secret and the weight of that burden was no longer his to carry.

“What? Is your penis the size of a broomstick with the girth of a can of pop?” I had to make a joke. It was becoming too intense in here, and not in a good way.

“No, of course not. It’s not about the size. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you by doing what turns me on.” Alex’s face reddened and as I tried to lift his chin he turned away, refusing to see me.

“What turns you on, Alex? Please tell me it’s not having sex with dead bodies because I’m pretty adventurous, but I will draw the line with that.” I held up my hands but hoped my words would ease his heartache.

He smirked. It was the best half smile I had ever seen. The man was a virgin. He probably thought doggy style was depraved.

“No, I don’t want to have sex with dead bodies or animals or anything like that.”

“Oh, thank God. For a moment I was worried.” I winked.

“A few weeks ago, when we almost kissed. That’s how I am. I pulled your hair and forced myself on you. I am sorry.”

I was silent as I thought back to that moment. How he took control and the usual shy, uncertain Alex turned into someone with confidence and restrained power. Even the memories warmed my thighs and I squirmed at the wetness that grew.

“Are you kidding me right now? That was so hot, Alex,” I said as I shook my head, smiling and running my fingers through my hair as if he was pulling it right now. “We didn’t even kiss but I went home and used my vibrator a few times replaying our scene in my head.”

“You did?” His eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes. I would imagine that you finally kissed me. Shoving your tongue into my mouth. Not gently but pushing it inside and later . . .” I drifted off overcome by my imagination.

“What about later?” Alex scooted closer.

I sucked on my lower lip as I noticed his cock thickening between his legs. “Later you replaced your tongue with your cock.”

His nose flared as he closed his eyes. I had a feeling, a warm, nipple-hardening feelings, that Alex had the same thoughts about me.

“What if I hurt you?” he whispered.

He inched closer despite his question. I watched with dripping anticipation as his cock grew beneath his jeans. He had unbuttoned them earlier from the meal and now the zipper was lowering due to the pressure building behind. I licked my lips at the show.

“If my mouth is full of thick cock than I’ll pinch you just above your belly button. And you’ll stop,” I said as I drifted my finger over his lower stomach. “If I can speak then I will say the word you least want to hear.”

“What word would that be?” His thick lips were only an inch from mine.

“Mom.”

Alex groaned and winced. “Yes, that would stop me instantly. But what if your mouth is full and your hands are restrained?”

My back arched, pushing against his chest. I had played at being tied up by a man before, but this was the first time I craved it. Anything Alex wanted to do to me suddenly became my deepest desire.

“Then I will wink at you.”

He removed his gray shirt without a word from me. My fingers itched to slide along his hard chest.

“How do you want to start all this?”

“We start with a kiss, Aria.”

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