Page 33 of The Anti-Bachelorette (The Anti-Bachelorette 1)

I want him so bad. I reach down and pull on his belt buckle. His hand grabs mine. I look up at him surprised. I give him a sinful smile. “What’s the matter? Are you shy?”

He grunts then kisses up my neck again. “Shut up.” He bites on the bottom of my ear. Then groans out. “You’re still fully dressed. I think we need to level the playing field.”

I push him back and hop off the counter. Alaric looks confused at first, but then I smirk at him and reach down and pull my shirt over my head in one swoop. I reach for the waistband of my yoga pants and drop them to the floor. Then I am standing in front of him in my black lacy bra and matching panites. Yeah okay, so I decided to dress sexy after all.

Alaric’s eyes are burning my skin as he takes me in. When his eyes reach mine again, I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry. Now that I am standing here in barely anything, this feels a lot more real. It felt like he was staring at me for minutes but was really only seconds. Then his hands were back on my body and his lips biting on mine while he pushed me backwards toward my bedroom.

Our bodies kept slamming against the hallway walls as each of us tried to gain the upper hand. I actually giggled as he kissed down my neck. Finally, Alaric reaches under my legs and picks me up as I wrap my legs around him. He walks quickly over to my bed and throws me down on it. He follows on top of me and kisses his way down to my collarbone. He runs his nose along my shoulder and breathes me in. He bites down on my bra strap and slowly pulls it down my arm with his teeth. Then he kisses his way back up my arm over my collarbone and down to the top of my breast where he slowly runs his tongue along the top.

The anticipation is killing me, so I lift my back and push out my chest toward him. Alaric takes the hint and reaches behind me and undoes the clasp of my bra. Since my one strap is already down my arm, I pull my hand out the rest of the way and throw the bra against the wall. Alaric’s eyes follow the bra flying across the room. Then his eyes return to mine, and he laughs. “Jesus.”

I can’t help but smile back at him, but then his eyes travel lower to my naked chest, and he groans as he leans his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He reaches up and pinches my other nipple between his fingers. Where he was slow before, he is back now with more urgency again. He kisses my lips again, and lifts his legs up a little so he can slide his hand down in between where he was grinding against me before.

He dips his fingers down into my panties, and when his fingers slide into my wetness, he groans out, “Fuck, this is worth it.”

He rubs his thumb over my clit in tiny circles. My head falls back against the bed, and I moan. Alaric kisses my lips again, but then he pulls back a little and looks right in my eyes as he presses a finger inside of me and then another. With the sensation of his fingers stretching me and the way he is looking at me right in the eyes, I suddenly panic. This is too intense, and I can’t let any emotion be involved in this. This has to be purely sex.

I decide to take things into my own hands and reach down and undo his belt buckle before he can stop me. I push his pants down, and he wiggles his legs out of them so that he is only a pair of black boxer-briefs. I grip his hair harder. “Can you fuck me already?” I try bucking my hips up, but he presses them back down. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to fuck you.” He grits out.

I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. It twitches in my hand. The feel of him in my hand just makes me want him inside me more. I give him a little squeeze and brush my lips against his. “You’re ready.”

He thrusts his fingers in and out of me as he reaches for his pants pocket and pulls out a condom. He rips open the wrapper with his teeth and rolls it over himself all while never removing his fingers from inside me. I’m so close to coming. I wiggle underneath him. “Alaric…” He doesn’t let up. I feel my muscles tensing up preparing for release. Alaric speeds up his fingers slamming into me, and then he uses his thumb to rub my clit again. With every brush of his thumb hitting me, sparks of electricity shoot through my body. Alaric slows down suddenly, and I think he is about to pull his fingers out. I grip his wrist hard and move my hips up to continue the motion. “Don’t you fucking dare stop now.”

He gives me a cocky smile and speeds up his motion again. The sensations continue to shoot through my body with every thrust. Just when I am nearing the edge, Alaric leans his head down and bites down on my nipple hard with his teeth. The sharp pain intensifies every sensation in my body, and I feel myself spiral out of control.

Pleasure explodes in every cell in my body. I arch my back and let my eyes roll to the back of my head as I let every wave of pleasure course through my body. Alaric curses and gives me a second to finish. While I am still coming down from my orgasm, he pulls his fingers out and rubs himself up against my entrance.

He looks down at me for confirmation that it’s okay to move forward. I answer him by pulling his head back down to mine in a heated kiss. I feel him enter me, and oh God! That’s so much better than his fingers.

Alaric groans as he enters me. He pushes in and out slowly at first, but then his pace picks up. I move my hips up and down to match his thrusts. I let out a moan, and bite down on Alaric’s shoulder. He lets out a growl deep in his throat and reaches down for my leg and pulls it up over his shoulder. The new angle allows him to hit even deeper, and every time he pushes all the way in, a wave of pleasure shoots through my body.

My fingers dig into Alaric’s arms. “Oh fuck Alaric!”

His eyes intensify at my words, and he starts moving even faster. The way he is making me feel is so overwhelming. He leans his head down close to me and bites on my ear. “You are going to cum for me now.” It wasn’t a question but a command.

“I fucking hate you so much!” I half yelled half moaned, and then there I was coming undone again against my own will. My whole body clenched around him, and his thrusts became even more intense as my body squeezed him tight.

A few moments later, Alaric let out a growl as he reached his own climax. His face contorted, and his mouth dropped open as he released. The sight froze me in place as I watched. It was something amazing to see him lose control like this. To see behind his steel exterior. I felt my heart crack open a little for him, so I quickly looked away to squash that feeling.

We are both still catching our breaths, and he is still inside of me when I hear my front door open. “Hey Emory! I’m back home. Wanted to see what you were up to tonight? Alaric said he was meeting up with someone, so it’s just me tonight.” I hear his footsteps coming closer to my bedroom door. “Want to rent a movie or something or do you have plans?”

My eyes shoot over to Alaric’s, and I shove at his chest to get him off of me. His eyes look just as panicked and he quickly jumps off the bed and throws on his pants. I yell out to my dad. “Hey dad! Just a second!”

I hear my dad in the hall outside my room. I whisper-shout over to Alaric. “Get under the bed or something!”

He just stares back at me. “I’m not getting under the bed.”

I push him over to my bathroom and shut the door. I yell out the door. “I’m just getting changed! Be out in a second!”

I quickly throw on some pajamas so it looks like I am just getting out of my dress. I head over to my bedroom door and open it up. “Hey.”

My dad smiles at me, but then I see his eyes narrow in on something behind me. I turn and look to where he is looking and see Alaric’s underwear laying on my bedroom floor. Shit!

I look back over to my dad, and he has a big grin on his face. “Is Marco here still?” He looks over his shoulder toward the front of the house. “I didn’t see his car out front.”

I give him a nervous smile. “Uh...no. He dropped me off.”

Then loudly from my bathroom, Alaric sneezes. I glare over at the door. Are you kidding me?

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