Lost Heartbeats (Alexander & Maya Book 2) (19 page)

“When I went to bed at night, I used to close my eyes and picture my dad playing, like he did every night, and then in the blink of an eye, I would find myself right back here, sitting next to you as you continued to play where my father had left off.”

“I’ll play for you. Every night. If that’s what you want.”

“Is that why you are out here, Alexander? Are you playing for me?”

I didn’t speak. She already knew the answer.

“Are you angry at me?” I asked instead.

“I know you have your own life. I shouldn’t have expected that it would be like it was back at my place.”

“You are in my life, too, Maya. We are together in this, aren’t we?”

“How did it go?” she asked, ignoring my question as she got up to stand behind me.

“Dreadful.”

Her soft fingers touched my neck and then slipped into my hair, gently massaging my scalp.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not tonight.”

“Tell me what I can do. I want to help.”

“Nothing, sweetheart,” I said, reaching out to halt her moving fingers. Straddling the bench, I pulled her down on my lap. “I don’t even think what I’m doing is helping anyone at this point.”

Her fingers gently traced my jaw, and then moved up to my brows, softening my frown. When she reached my lips, I closed my eyes. “What can
I
do for you?” I asked, hugging her waist tighter against my body.

My quickly hardening dick definitely had an idea of what to do to her, but I forced myself to stay still.

“I like it when you aren’t frowning. When we are alone,” she whispered, her fingers working lose the first button of my shirt.

My dick jerked in my pants, my hands itching to peel off her clothes and bury myself in her.

“I like everything with you, Maya,” I said, slowly pulling her shirt from under her ass so I could touch her bare skin.

When she was done with the buttons, she pushed my shirt open. “Your arms,” she said.

I had to force my hands away from her warm skin to take off my shirt and drop it to the floor.

She brushed her palms all over my chest, making me feel like a fucking king. “I’d say you also like me naked,” I growled.

Her eyes met mine and without another word, she rose up and took off her shirt, and then her panties. She didn’t even have a bra on.

Fuck me!

My eyes moved over every inch of her body, drinking in the way her chest moved up and down with every deep breath she took.

I kept staring at her, but still found the strength to stand up and work on my belt. Taking my wallet out of my back pocket, I placed it on the piano so I could take the condom out when the time came, and dropped my pants with the boxer briefs.

Maya’s eyes nervously dropped to my cock, and just for her, I wrapped my hand around it and gave a long tug so she could see the pre-cum seeping out already.

Licking her lips, she looked up to me, her eyes silently asking for permission.

I had to hold back a shudder as I pictured her working my cock in between those full lips.

“Not tonight,” I said gruffly and reached for her before she could open her pretty little mouth and change my mind. Another night I would let her drink it all down.

She took a small step toward me.

Not in the mood to take things slow, I wrapped my arms around her as I lifted her up and gently lay her down on the narrow bench.

“Are you so sweetly offering yourself to me, sweetheart?”

“If it’s working to make you feel a little better, then yes.”

I smiled at her hopeful face. “Oh, it’s working all right.”

Running my hands all over her body, I tweaked her already hardened nipples and watched her squirm under me.

“Take what you need from me,” she said a little breathlessly.

I lifted my brows. “You really are offering yourself to me.” I shifted and straddled the bench again. This time I grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs over my thighs. Involuntarily, I moved my hips forward and felt my balls push against her wet pussy, my dick standing at attention.

“And what will you
take
from me?” I asked, looking down the length of her body, drinking in the beautiful image of her. I said take, because that’s what she’d been doing to me since day one. Slowly she’d been taking bits and pieces of me. Making me her own.

Making me fall deeper and harder than I ever had before.

She bit her lips and closed her eyes. “I want to take everything.” Her eyes still closed, she reached out with her shaky hand and placed it against my muscled stomach, as if she could absorb everything from me that way.

It worked though; with her everything worked.

Her touch pulled loose a string that was inside me, something that’d been all tangled and messed up for quite some time.

My hand still around her ankles, I wrapped her legs around my waist and leaned down so I could look into her eyes.

“Maya,” I whispered into her ear.

“Alexander,” she whined just as softly, her hips arching up as if she craved my skin as much as I craved hers.

I smiled against the skin of her neck then lifted my head.

“You can have everything you are willing to take.” I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth, and her lust-filled eyes focused on me, her heart hammering just under my chest. “But just know that at times I’ll be taking more than what you are willing to give me.”

“Please,” she begged again, her hips rising and dropping as she tried to create friction where she needed my touch the most.

“You don’t have to beg me, baby,” I said, drawing my hips back. “I will always give you what you need.”

As quickly and as humanly as possible, I found the condom in my wallet and rolled it on.

Pushing my cock down from my stomach, I slowly sunk into her wetness.

Deep.

All the way to my root.

Maya groaned loudly and arched her neck, pushing up her breasts as she took heavy breaths.

“I love it,” she murmured, her eyes closing on their own again.

When her muscles fluttered all around my cock as I tried to go deeper, I struggled to stop myself from pounding into her until she couldn’t think about anything but me and my cock in her sweet pussy.

Maybe another night,
I thought.

Tonight, I wanted to take everything she was offering to me.

So sweetly. So eagerly.

I wanted that connection to go deeper between us.

I wanted her to forget where she ended and where I began.

When I was satisfied that I was all the way in her tight little pussy, I bent over her and gently bit her hard nipple and pulled it up.

Her body trembled under me, and she panicked to find a place to put her arms when her balance shifted.

“Grab on to my neck, baby,” I said hoarsely before she tipped over the bench.

As soon as she clutched on to my neck, I drew my hips back and slammed back into her in one fluid move, causing her breath to hitch, trailed by a long moan.

So that’s what she needed me to give her.

I put my hands underneath her waist on the bench, trapping her hips between my thighs and hands because I wanted her to enjoy every second she spent in my arms. I wanted her to take all of me. I wanted her to feel the slight edge of the pain mixed with the pleasure she was going to experience.

With another grunt, I pulled back and pushed back in again, our thighs slapping against each other.

“Shit,” she said loudly, her hands tightening around my neck.

“That good, huh?” I asked, watching her beautiful skin flush in front of my eyes.

Biting down on her lip, she gave me a small nod as I kept pounding into her with slow deep thrusts.

She was so
fucking
wet and getting even tighter around me.

I had to close my eyes to focus on what her body was telling me, to know when to slow down to prolong her pleasure and when to pick up my pace to get her closer to that dark edge again and again before I changed the game on her.

Every moan, every little whimper that escaped her lips revved up my engines even higher, and I realized I didn’t have control anymore.

“Stop fucking squeezing me,” I said between clenched teeth.

Her eyes went wide for a second, then a mischievous smile lightened her face.

At that moment, that carefree smile on her face, her eyes dark with lust—she was perfect.

And she was mine.

When she used her muscles to squeeze my dick again, I growled; holding her body tight against mine, I lifted her up from the bench.

“I’ll happily give you what you are asking for.”

“Alexander,” she squealed in shock, her arms and legs tightening around my body.

Holding on to her hips, I pumped into her once until she had every possible inch of my dick in her and started to walk her back into the bedroom. When my knees hit the edge of the mattress, I dropped her back onto the bed and without stopping to let her take a breath, I gripped her waist and started pumping into her savagely.

Her hands had dropped from my neck and she opened them wide, grabbing and twisting the sheets around her fingers.

Her first orgasm took her by surprise, and she screamed my name as she came on my cock.

I couldn’t slow down. When she was starting to come down, I deepened my frenzied thrusts and she groaned, her body twitching under mine, her glorious body misted with sweat.

Already spent, she dropped her legs from my waist and kept them open wide for me.

“There is my good girl,” I whispered approvingly.

“You’re trying to kill me,” she said, trying to stop me by splaying her hand on my hard stomach again.

It only pushed me further, her touch igniting every inch of skin on my body.

“I love it,” I said, words slipping out of my mind as I slowed my thrusts but made sure that she took every inch of it.

“What?” she whispered, her tits shaking with the force of my thrusts.

“I love being in you,” I rasped, forcing the words out as I tried to hold back to feel her second orgasm around me. “I love feeling you around my dick. So wet, so fucking snug.”

My blood thundered in my veins, and before I said more than she was ready to hear, I pulled out—ignoring her futile protests—flipped her on her stomach, roughly pulled her up to her knees, climbed onto the bed, and sank back into her.

Gripping her waist, I pulled her back onto my cock with every hard thrust. I knew my fingers would leave prints on her delicate skin, but it only made the possessive bastard in me puff up further with the idea.

She rested her face on the cool sheets and let me take her as hard as I wanted. Her pleas muffled by the sheets started to grow higher, so I closed my eyes and took pleasure from them as much as I was taking pleasure from being in her. When it became harder to hold back, I pushed her legs open wider and sat back on my heels to change the angle on her, to rub that perfect little spot I knew would make her go crazy.

“Alexander, fuck, yes,” she mumbled into the bed, her ass rearing back to me.

I used her hips to slam her down on my cock and started to hear that hum in my blood. That hum where I knew my blood wasn’t roaring in my veins just because I was fucking a warm pussy. I was about to lose it because I was taking Maya Hart, and I was taking her hard. Because, somehow, even though I was the one fucking her senseless, she was taking me right down with her.

Bleeding me dry of everything.

Every thought.

Every worry.

Every feeling.

When she started coming around me with a startled cry for the second time that night, I lost the battle within me.

“Oh, fuck, Maya.” My hands flexed over her skin.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.” She kept chanting over and over again, her body shaking.

I met every single one of her thrusts. And that thin thread that was holding me in check?

It snapped.

I came with a deep cry that ripped out of my chest at the same time she lost her knees. I flattened my hips over her ass, forcing her body into the mattress, the upper part of my body hovering, my hands forming fists on either side of her shoulders as she milked my cock dry.

When I came to myself, her breathless little moans reached my ears and I forced myself to stop pushing into her before my dick fell off or I tore her wide open.

“Shit, Maya,” I said, gasping as I came to my knees, still holding my body close over hers. I needed to feel the burning touch of her sweaty skin on mine.

“Mmmm,” she mumbled and stretched her arms out forward, her ass hitting my stomach as my half-erect cock slid in even further.

“Damn it,” I cursed and pulled out of her.

Other than a soft little gasp, she didn’t even move a muscle.