Page 154 of Ruthless Chaos
Alexander laughs mockingly. “Still scared of my cock, sweetheart?”
“No,” I say, jutting my chin out.
I move my body closer and grip the shaft with both hands. Alexander exhales heavily when I touch him. He glares at me with flared nostrils, his knuckles whiten as his grip on his knees tightens.
“Do you see?” he says raggedly. “My cock is so fucking hard it hurts and it’s because of how badly I want you.”
I salivate. A sharp tingle erupts within my chest. I’m overcome with the desire to please Alexander—to show him how much I want him too.
“I’ll put you out of your misery,” I say, and even I am surprised at myself.
His throaty chuckle fills the room.
I take the tip of him between my lips, eliciting another strangled groan from Alexander. He tastes the way I remember—salty and a little sweet. I swirl my tongue around the head, stretching my mouth to take as much of him as I can.
He gasps, his gigantic hands rooting in my hair. The pinch of his fingers against my scalp sends a shudder down my spine.
I love that.
I glance up at him. The look of pure ecstasy in his expression is my reward.
His eyes are squeezed shut, like he’s trying—and failing—to keep himself under control. It’s like a shot of dopamine, better than cake, if I had to choose.
Moving my mouth along his shaft, I pump my hands.
“Oh fuck, Alize,” he chokes out.
His grip gets tighter, more painful. A moan slips from me.
Twisting my hands lightly as I go along, his body shudders. All the sensations are intoxicating. Knowing that he’s at my mercy, and thateverythinghe feels at this very moment is all because ofmefills me with a heady thrill.
I’m sure my panties are already soaked.
I keep going until his breathing is ragged, until his fingers are digging into the back of my head. Until all I can feel is the pain of his touch and the wet, slippery length of him stretching my throat.
Alexander roars, swearing a string of expletives.
He stiffens in my mouth, then I feel his release against the back of my throat. It’s so much more than the last time. I swallow twice. I keep sucking though, relishing the taste and feel of him as he shudders through his orgasm.
When I come up for air, Alexander is watching me.
His eyes are dazed, his mouth is agape, and there’s a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He blinks quickly. There’s a different look to his eyes, one I can’t place.
“You look so fucking beautiful with me all over your lips,” he rasps, searching my face. He pulls me on to his lap and crushes his lips to mine.
The kiss catches me off guard, but I close my eyes and fall into it, eager for anything he’ll give me. I kiss him back hungrily, gripping his face. He sinks his teeth into my lips, and I do the same—it’s intoxicating, almost as if we’re devouring each other.
When he soothes the pain with his slick tongue, I catch it between my teeth, sucking until our lips meet. This kiss is urgent, raw.
I want more.
Alexander strips me out of my coat.
He leaves a trail of heat in his wake, his hands moving from my shoulders, along my arms then back to my chest. Each movement of his fingers is electric, and I want him to touch me everywhere, all at once. When his hands reach my breasts, a moan escapes me, and I close my eyes.
My nipples are hard and aching for his touch. He rolls the taut, sensitive peaks between his fingers through my thin bra. I arch into his touch, moaning against his mouth. I want more, so much more.
I wish there were no clothes between us.
