Old Souls (13 page)

I pulled my mouth back. “Mark—”

“No!” he interrupted. “Please, Alyssa. No more talking, I need this. I need
you
.”

“Oh, I’m done talking.” I drawled in a sexy purr—a sound I didn’t even realize I could make. “I
was
going to ask you to make love to me.”

Apparently, he liked that answer, because before I took a breath he crushed his mouth against mine and devoured me, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull my tank top over my head. It took no time at all to remove, especially since I was still in my sleepwear and he didn’t have to fuss with a bra. His eyes burned with lust, but I saw something else there as well. It was just beneath the surface—possession. “You are so beautiful, and you’re
mine
”. The gravelly pitch of his voice was firm and unwavering.

Latching onto my nipple, his mouth was hungry and hot, making my panties good and wet. There was no sweet buildup of desire. We went from zero to sixty in seconds flat. His tongue alternately laved and sucked on the sensitive tips until they hardened almost painfully.
Oh God, yeah, keep doing that. I could come with your mouth on my breasts.

He snapped his head to me, a look of surprise widening his eyes. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, yes, you did.” He broke out in a wicked grin. “You told me to keep doing that. You said you could come with my mouth on your breast.”

“Oh God.” Mortified, my hands flew to my face, covering it. “You heard that? I was thinking it, but I didn’t say it.”

He reached gently for my hands and pulled them away. “First, don’t be embarrassed. You have no idea how much it turned me on to hear you tell me, in explicit detail, exactly what you wanted.” With the pad of his thumb he circled my breasts teasingly, but never quite where I wanted his fingers. My embarrassment faded quickly, replaced by a rush of white hot desire.

“What’s the second thing?” I asked as I started moving my hips again.

“What second thing?”

“You said first, I assume that means there’s a second.”

He laughed. “Fuck if I can remember now.”

Still straddling him, his large hands circled my waist and gripped my hips firmly. Forcing me to remain still when I would have moved, he slowly began to shift my body to where he needed it. He was in complete control of my movements and I loved it. Offering no resistance, I allowed him to push and pull creating just the perfect amount of friction.

Yes. Shit, that feels so good.

With only the thin scrap of silk of my panties between us, I felt the heat of his erection through the material. A delicious tension built, along with another flood of hot moisture between my thighs.
God, I’m so wet.

“Oh yeah, tell me how wet you are.”

I stopped moving and closed my eyes with a groan—not sure from what, the embarrassment or the pleasure, it could have been either. “You heard that again?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how to keep you out of my head when we’re like this.”

“So don’t,” his eyes shone. Stark, primal hunger warred with tenderness as he leaned his forehead against mine. “You’re opening yourself to me completely. It’s an unbelievable gift.”

“But, I don’t talk like that normally…so graphic.”

“It’s so fucking hot. Don’t worry about being polite. I don’t want polite.” He punctuated his words with a hard press of his hips, that wonderful friction inflaming my need once again. Aroused beyond words, I decided to take his advice. No worrying. If he heard my thoughts, so be it. As long as he didn’t stop what he was doing.

His tongue ran along the side of my neck as he continued to direct my hips in a steady rhythm until I was senseless with pleasure. Snapping with energy, every nerve ending in my body was raw, ready to explode with release.

And then he stopped.

I whimpered. Whimpered? Another sound I was sure I’d never made before. I tried to keep moving with the pace he’d set, but his strong hands held me still. “Not like this. You can come when I’m inside you.”

He stood, abruptly, lifting me with him. Swinging me around, he laid me on the couch and grazed his fingers down my sides, hooking them on the edge of my panties and tugging them off.  The couch dipped as he knelt over me. Reaching with his palm, he cupped my already aching sex, his fingers sliding softly through the wet folds.
Stop teasing me.

Lightly, he continued to rub his hand in circles as he whispered, “
Teasing suggests I’d arouse without affording satisfaction.”
His hot breath wafted along the outer shell of my ear, causing goose bumps to rise on the sensitive skin of my neck below. “I have every intention of leaving you
fully
satisfied. And that’s a promise”

His promise—and I had no doubt he could deliver—sent me into a full body shiver. I was sure he felt my reaction when his lip tilted with a smug grin. Edging down until he rested between my legs, he reached for my left ankle and hooked it over the back of the couch. Lifting my other foot, he trailed kisses along the calf before resting it on the ground beside me, spreading me wide for him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he praised. Leaning back on his heels, he was fully dressed while I was naked. He stared down at me raptly— like an artist admiring his work.  I’d never felt so exposed, but at the same time I never felt so beautiful, so desired, or so… excited. That is, until he leaned over and swiped his tongue in a slow, leisurely stroke along my slit.

Surprised, I let out a high pitch squeal. My hands fisted in his hair as I pulled him closer. He chuckled, the vibration traveling through me, adding to the maelstrom of sensations. Scorching hot, his mouth sizzled with long, wet glides of his tongue. Each stroke getting shorter and more concentrated until he was licking, nibbling and biting right where I needed him to be.

“Oh. My. God!”

My body burned for more, but at the same time it was almost too much. He’d awakened nerve endings, causing everything to become ultra-sensitive. Every subtle touch, each strong pull of his lips, gentle nibble, or flick of his tongue had me coiling tighter and tighter. I was so close, almost there…and then he stopped.

Breathless, I let out a wail of frustration. “No, don’t stop.”

He lifted an arrogant brow and chuckled. In this moment, he owned me completely. I was at his mercy and he knew it. “Maybe if you say please.”

“Please.
Please,
” I wasn’t too proud to beg at this point. “Pl—”

“How about this?”

“Oohhhhh!”

Sliding one long finger inside me, he began to move it back and forth. Two fingers replaced the one and his pace sped, twisting and searching out the most sensitive spot until my cries told him he’d found it. With a galloping heart, I was breathing like I’d run a marathon. My muscles began to squeeze and constrict again, I worried he was going to stop again. “That’s my girl.”

Tell me you love me
, his plea echoed inside my head.

I love you. God, I love you! I do.

Leaning over, his tongue ran along my swollen center until he found that concentrate bundle of nerves, flicked it once and then locked his mouth and sucked hard.
Now
, he ordered silently while he continued his assault,
you can come, now
.

It started, from somewhere so deep inside, growing and building until the pressure couldn’t be contained and everything within me exploded in release. My breath stuttered. Every inch of my body shook uncontrollably. A scream tore from my lips, but was silenced quickly by Mark’s mouth on mine.

Unaware of anything but this magnificent pleasure pulsing through me, I was caught off guard when Mark filled me in one hard stroke. Plunging into me deeply, my channel tightened, gripping him in a tight fist that refused to let go.

“Look at me, Alyssa.” He demanded.

Obeying, my eyes locked onto his.

Wrapping my arms around him, I gripped each ass cheek and pulled him tighter. Every time he left me, I pulled him back again, loving the flex of his steel hard ass under my hands as he pumped into me, eyes fixed on mine the whole time. Then, as if he had been holding a part of himself back, he sped his movements and I felt his emotions crash over me.

Love, completion, and happiness, it all surged at once, followed quickly by desperation, despair and anger. His movements became almost frantic and his breath sawed in short huffs.  There were no sounds except for the sounds of his breathing and the slapping of our flesh.

A second orgasm tore through me, so unexpectedly the pleasure of it almost hurt. “Baby, I can feel you squeezing me. It’s so good.” He joined me seconds later, his body convulsing and then finally he settled his weight on top of me.

Between the attack, his revelations after, and then two mind numbing orgasms, I was spent. It only took seconds for me to fall asleep.

The next thing I knew he was carrying me again. “What are you doing?” I asked, groggily.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m just bringing you to bed. You’re tired.”

“But we still need to talk.”

“In the morning, we’ll talk.” He laid me down and pulled the blanket up over me.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked.

“A bit.”

“Here,” he handed me a glass that had been sitting on the nightstand. “I made you some iced tea.”

I sat up, taking the glass. “Thanks,” I smiled shyly and then drank down the contents.

Mark watched me, almost nervously. When I finished, he took the glass back and placed it on the nightstand. My emotions were still open to him and I was confused when I felt a wave of regret from him. He turned back toward me with a dour expression flattening his mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” My heart started to race, I knew something wasn’t right.

“Nothing. I just…you might be mad later, but I need you to understand.” He suddenly stopped avoiding my eyes and looked right at me with a look of determination. “I did it because I
won’t
lose you this time.”

“I don’t under…understand. Did what?” It was difficult to focus. Dizziness crept up on me and
I couldn’t concentrate properly. “What…what’s wrong with me?”

Feeling heavy, my head dropped to my chest, but that wasn’t all. My whole body suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I wanted to ask more questions, but I felt myself slipping further and further into unconsciousness, until I was swallo
wed completely by the darkness.

Aedan

“Alyssa.”

Groaning, I made a herculean effort to open my eyes, but my lids refused to budge. Why was I so tired?

“Alyssa, wake up.” Muffled, Mark’s words seemed to come from miles away.

“I don’t want to get up, I want to sleep.” At least that’s what I tried to say, but the words didn’t actually come out that way. They were more like a long, inaudible moan.

Alyssa, baby, you okay?
Now I heard him perfectly. He was so close, right above my ear—no wait, was that out loud?

Alyssa?

No, it wasn’t. He was talking inside my head.

Leave me alone, I don’t want to get up yet.
I thought back.

Chuckling, his fingers tickled over my back softly. Tracing a pattern down my shoulder, along my arms and across my lower back, he repeated the pattern in a circuit. It felt wonderful. I could wake up to this every day.

“Mmmm, that feels nice.” It took a while for him to coax me into finally opening my eyes, but eventually awareness began to creep back. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost five o’clock.”

“Oh for god’s sake, why are you waking me up so early?”

“It’s five o’clock
at night
, baby.”

“What!?!” Instantly, my body snapped into a sitting position. I’d intended to grab my phone to confirm the time but I never made it. I quickly flopped back to my pillows, head spinning from the sudden movement.

My hands clutched my head as if that alone could stop the uncontrollable spiraling. “Oh God. Why does my head feel like this? Was I drinking last night?”

Confusion clouded my thought processes. Why couldn’t I remember going to bed?  Did I have a hangover? I didn’t think so. I was out of it, yes, but I didn’t have a headache or feel hung over. Dizziness overcame me and I closed my eyes again, fighting to untangle the jumble of memories from the previous night.

“No, you weren’t drinking.” Mark answered. I moaned blissfully when a cold wash cloth pressed against my forehead. “Give it a second before you jump up like that again, it takes a few minutes for the spell to wear off.”

“That feels fantastic, thank—” My eyes popped to find Mark sitting, nervously I noticed, above me. “What do you mean spell?” Promptly, the word triggered memories from the previous night. All at once, they came flooding back.

  “What did you do to me?” My tone was accusatory. Although, from the guilty expression he wore, not that far off base.

“It was the iced tea. Don’t worry. You won’t have any long term effects. It was a potion I used to put you under so I could get you out of my house.”