Alexandre (18 page)

“Don’t stop, moon heart.”

Lily stroked his length then circled the swollen head. “Can I taste you? I’d really like that.” She peered at him through the droplets of water that coated her lashes, once again uncertain and diffident.

His throat closed up with a knot of emotion. Alex had to clear his throat before speaking. She was like two women in one body—sometimes bold and sometimes insecure like today. “I’d like that, Lily. Very much.”

Her shy grin twisted his insides. His instinct was to hold and comfort and build her confidence, yet contrarily, he ached to take control. Alex had never felt so torn or confused.

Lily knelt in front of him with the water cascading over both of them. She took his tom in her hands and held him firmly. When she glanced up at him, Alex thought his heart would pound right out of his mouth. The hot but shy expression in her blue eyes worked like the most expensive aphrodisiac currency could buy. Muscles in his stomach quivered as he watched her tongue poke from between parted lips. Impossibly, his tom swelled farther, lifting toward his belly and closer to Lily’s lips. He was tempted to guide her mouth to him and ease his tom into the warm cavern. Greedy hunger made him tense. But instinct counseled him to patience, and he held himself in check. Let Lily take her time. The satisfaction would be greater for both of them.

Slowly, so slowly Alex had to bite back a groan of protest, Lily closed the distance between her tongue and his tom. Watching was the most incredibly erotic thing he’d ever experienced. The swathe of her tongue across the royal-blue head hazed his mind with pleasure.

“Lily.” Her name was a greedy entreaty to continue. Every emotion he daren’t voice swelled inside his chest.

Her pink lips opened and wrapped around the head of his blue tom. The contrast in colors made his pulse hammer. Moist heat surrounded him. Satisfaction mixed with pure lust. Blood rushed to his groin. Lily soothed the head of his shaft with shy forays of her tongue then started to suck, her cheeks hollowing. Alex jerked, his hips thrusting without volition. Deep shudders swept him. Awestruck, he dragged in a deep breath, while a storm built and struggled for release. He was going to climax.
Basuko
. He’d wanted to last a bit longer. Alex tangled his hands in her hair and held on tight.

“Lily, I can’t wait much longer. I…”

Lily’s mouth worked on him again. The pressure grew in his tom, his testicles. His legs trembled. “Lily.”

Her tongue flickered over the very tip then the underside. His hips jerked until his tom drove deep. Holy Hannah! He thrust again, trying to keep his strokes slow. Shallow. But Lily gripped him firmly. Her cheeks hollowed once again, her hands massaged his balls then crept around to caress his arse. Her finger ran down the cleft between his butt cheeks.

Alex’s control ebbed. Felt good. So good. He quickened his thrusts. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Lily kept up and never hesitated. Pressure built to unbearable levels. He couldn’t hold back any longer. One final thrust and his seed spewed free in hard spurts. Alex tried to pull free, but she clutched him, swallowing his semen until he ceased struggling and simply enjoyed.

When his tom stilled, Lily raked her tongue across his sensitive tip then slid her mouth free and stood to kiss him. Slow, drugging kisses. Alex tasted his essence as she slid her tongue across his teeth and probed the sensitive skin of his inner mouth. His tom jerked, twitching with renewed vigor, clamoring for the clamp of her womb squeezing tight, milking his swimmers.

The water was visibly cooler and Alex flicked the tap off.

“I haven’t washed,” Lily protested.

Alex laughed. “The water’s gone cold. I’m sure we can occupy ourselves until it heats again.” He hoped that was the truth because she’d only taken off the edge. He wanted to ream her until she cried out in pleasure.

Alex bent to suck a nipple, raising the heavy globe up to his mouth for better access.

“Alex!” she whispered.

Control, already on a tight leash, strained for freedom. He bit her distended nipple, and she writhed against his mouth. Alex backed her against the cubicle wall and lifted her, opening her core for his possession. Her cleft shone with dew, and just like that, Alex’s restraint snapped. He thrust inside, impaling her, driving upward and slamming into her with powerful strokes. Bent on ending the agonizing pain, the unrelenting pressure in his tom, his thrusts were fast. Frenzied. Stabbing into her wet, slick pussy.

Lily tensed and shuddered, squeezing, clamping his shaft until the line between pain and pleasure blurred. His seed shot from him in an intense, scalding wave.

Alex worried about how good Lily felt with her curves plastered against him. Her chest rose and fell, and the musky scent of sex filled the air. But most disturbing was the flash of thought. They could have a future.
Together
. For a nanosecond, he lost sight of his dream, and that perturbed him more than anything.

* * * * *

“I can’t go out tonight.” Lily couldn’t help staring at Alex as he exited the bathroom. A hint of spicy citrus followed him, and she inhaled deeply before allowing her gaze to wander his muscular body. In the black dress trousers and white shirt, he’d attract a lot of attention tonight.

Lily wasn’t sure she was ready to cope with that, and there was no way on Earth she’d leave the room looking like this.

“Why not?”

Lily huffed out an impatient breath, and gave the dress a sharp downward tug. Couldn’t he see? “This. It’s tight.” Her hands gestured at the clingy red fabric that stuck to her body like super glue.

Alex prowled toward her, his eyes flickering the length of her body. A lazy smile bloomed as his gaze made the return journey. Without warning frissons of carnal excitement inflamed her body, her mind. Danger, Lily Morgan.
Danger
. Her greedy body jumped in anticipation on seeing the hot promise in his golden eyes.

He captured her hands before she knew what he was about and stepped back. “Let me look at you.”

“Please don’t. I can’t go out like this.”

“No,” Alex agreed.

Hurt engulfed Lily at his pronouncement. Hadn’t he heard about white lies?

“You need to take off your underwear.”

Lily gaped. He what? “I don’t think—”

“You asked me.” Alex dropped her hands and stepped close. He turned her around and seconds later, her zipper whined its way down. Alex unclipped her bra and slid her dress and bra straps down her arms. He tossed the bra aside, slid her arms into the dress again and zipped her up.

Lily opened her mouth then shut it when she saw the devilish dare in his face.

“Better. But room for improvement.”

Lily thrust back her shoulders with a bravado she didn’t feel. The bodice of her dress clung to her breasts, the silky fabric soothing yet oddly arousing.

Alex bent and tugged the mid-thigh length hem up to expose her matching lace-and-silk panties. His gaze rose to meet hers. Lily saw the sexy glint in his eyes and couldn’t help smiling in response. Then his gaze darkened.

“Oh, no!” Lily protested, half in laughter, half panic. She batted at his questing hands.

“These need to go. The dress will sit better.”

“What are you? A fashion expert?”

“Yes.”

Warm fingers grasped the elastic band snuggling her hips and tugged.

“No. No, I don’t think—”

“Yes, Lily. Aside from looking better, knowing what you’re wearing underneath is a turn-on. For me.”

“It’s what I’m not wearing you’ll be thinking about,” Lily replied wryly.

Alex kept tugging and pulled the black panties down her legs. Taking a deep breath, Lily stepped out of them.

“Ready?” Alex offered his arm.

Lily took an experimental step, wobbling slightly in the unfamiliar black high-heels. “What if I fall over? I don’t want to give everyone a peep show.” Heck, she didn’t have to pretend her fear. She lived it every day, bumping into desks, tripping over mats. It was embarrassing. Clumsy-clot Morgan strikes again.

“Lily.” Alex kissed her on the forehead then stepped back. “You won’t fall or trip. I have every confidence in you.”

Alex’s faith flitted through her mind several times during the buffet dinner that preceded the dance. At least she’d managed to stay spill-free during dinner. Her flashy red dress remained pristine clean and so far—she’d remembered to keep her knees together. At the thought, her pussy clenched. Alex was right. The cool air blowing on her bare legs and her nether regions whenever she stood was a definite turn-on. She was so ready for his possession, she had difficulty concentrating on her meal. Finally, she pushed her plate away half-eaten.

“Oh, Alex!”

She shot a glare across the table at the pretty blonde. The redhead sitting beside him was just as bad. Lily caught Alex’s wince and felt the shift of his legs beneath the table as he edged closer to her. She wanted to cheer aloud.

“Would you like to dance?” the blonde asked when the live band started playing.

“Thanks, but I promised the first dance to Lily.” Alex stood and held out his hand.

News to her. Bemused, Lily accepted his hand and stood. “You don’t have to dance with me.” 
Please, don’t
, she added silently. On the dance floor, she possessed the finesse of a hippopotamus on stilts.

“I want to dance with you.”

“On your head,” she said with a wry smile. “Or most likely feet. You do know how to dance?”

“Of course. It was in the—”

“Earth manual,” she finished for him. “I’m going to have to read this Earth manual.”

They strolled onto the dance floor to join the other couples. Thank goodness, it was a slow song. She didn’t need to coordinate her feet in a hurry. She had time to think. A vision of her spread-eagle on the ground, her red dress around her hips sent a shudder winging through her body.

“Stop thinking so hard,” Alex murmured. “I won’t let you fall.” He drew her into his arms, pulling her flush with his body. His cock pressed into her belly.

“I’m not going to be the one with the problem.” She winked at him. As she spoke, the lights lowered, giving a more private ambience to the large hall.

She rested her head on his shoulder and let the music flow through her body. They barely moved from their spot. The song finished and the band slid into the next number. Lily and Alex stayed entwined, swaying and rubbing their bodies together. For the first time in her life, she was having fun on a dance floor.

“This isn’t a good idea,” she whispered, leaning up to reach his ear.

“What’s not to like? I have you in my arms—your nipples are stabbing my chest giving me all sorts of ideas. And that’s just for starters.” His wicked tone teased.

Lily didn’t have to look at his face to know he sported a wide grin.

“I have an idea. Why don’t we go outside and explore the gardens?”

Lily’s heart pounded faster. He wasn’t suggesting a
walk
in the garden. When one golden eye closed in a wink, she knew it for sure.

“I’ll meet you outside in a few minutes.” Lily felt as if she’d leapt off a huge cliff into the unknown, even though spending time with Alex made her happy.

“Don’t be long.” He trailed his hand down her back to cup one buttock lightly before stepping away. “I’ll be waiting.”

A smile played on her lips as she walked from the ballroom and down a brightly lit passageway to the restrooms. She pushed through the door and stepped inside. Several feminine voices floated from the separate but adjacent powder room.

“What does he see in her?”

“I know! She’s fat. He’s a babe. He could have any woman he wanted.”

“She must have some sort of hold over him.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know—maybe blackmail. Maybe he works for her parents and like he has to be nice to her.”

Lily’s hands clenched at her sides. They were only saying what she’d thought. But hearing the thoughts aloud made them real and hurtful. Then, she thought about the way Alex had shifted toward her when the women came on to him.

“But did you see the way they were dancing?”

“I know! Like she was all over him.”

They didn’t have that quite right. Alex had held her close without coercion. They were wrong. She knew it and that was all that mattered. With blazing cheeks, Lily stalked past the gossiping women. Her high-heels beat an indignant tattoo on the tiled floor as she pushed open the door of the stall and locked herself inside. She heard whispers then a series of footsteps as the two young women beat a hasty retreat. It took longer for the temper to fade from her cheeks, and her color still ran high when she walked proudly down the passageway and outside into the cool night air.

“What took you so long, moon heart? I’ve been waiting.” Alex took her hand and drew her into a small walled garden to the left of where he’d waited. The scent of roses drifted from four ceramic containers and the stronger, more pungent aroma of rosemary came from a nearby hedge. A row of colored lights edged the footpaths, lighting them enough for safe navigation by evening strollers.