"You are the most irritating person I have ever met in my life," she said with something like wonder as she sipped her glass of wine and looked at the young man seated across the table from her.
"Yes, yes, I believe you mentioned something to that effect earlier on in our conversation," the man said, affecting a rather bored tone in his cultured London accent. But she could see from the devilish glimmer in his eyes that he was quite enjoying winding her up.
The thing that she couldn't fathom is why did she even agree to come here? She had started off in his office ready to have a major tirade over the way he had mismanaged her investment portfolio. She could stand to lose a lot of money thanks to this man. But when he had politely asked her in a calm tone if she would like to join him at the corner pub for a drink, as it was nearing the end of the day, she found herself saying yes. Though she could not understand why. The man was not only dishonest, he was insufferably sarcastic, self-assured to the point of absolute cockiness, and just thoroughly frustrating, to sum it all up.
But.....her mind couldn't help but notice, he was also incredibly attractive. He was quite young to be in the profession of an investment broker.....only in his early thirties, she would guess. But what he lacked in years he made up for in cunning, efficiency, and stunning looks. His hair was pale gold, and his eyes in his perfectly shaped face were a pure, luminous green and forever gleaming with a wicked sort of amusement.
He wore a long-sleeved oxford shirt with pearl buttons down the front, quite uptown and expensive looking. But the looseness of the shirt could not completely conceal the fact that there was quite a toned body beneath that. He now had the top couple of buttons of the shirt undone as they sat here in the pub, and she found her eyes being drawn again and again to that smooth glimpse of bare flesh that was revealed. Of course, her attention to this was frequently diverted when the pub lights kicked a brief flash from the small gold hoop he wore through his left earlobe whenever he moved his head a certain way. He had a air of confident, casual elegance with a hint of danger that fascinated her.
She was determined to stay focused on the matter at hand, though, now finding herself speaking again, and growing more than a bit impatient with his solicitous attitude even as she admired his physical attributes. "Mr. Bailey........" she began.
"Alex," he corrected softly, lifting his eyebrows and speaking in a softly scolding tone. "Come now, my dear. I think we've passed the point of needing such formality. We're all friends here, correct?" He settled back in his chair and sipped his glass of ale, watching her over the rim.
Just breathe, she told herself firmly, fuming inside. Don't let him see he's getting to you. Don't betray the fact that you'd like to either slap that snotty look off his face.....or kiss it off.
She broke off that train of thought in a hurry, however. She took a deep breath, as per her inner voice's instructions, and said in a tight voice, "Alex......I thought you asked me here to discuss your mismanagement of my investments, not to sit and listen to you play with me with snide remarks and mock courtesy." She knew she was losing her temper, and that infuriated her all the more because it seemed the more upset she became, the more the mirthful shine in Alex's eyes seemed to increase.
"Indeed?" Alex asked, his expression turning to one of thoughtful consideration and mild surprise that was almost believable. Almost. "Well, I didn't realize I was being so....what was your word? ‘Snide’?"
A hint of a smile touched the corners of his mouth as he studied her, seeing her growing more flummoxed with each passing moment and looking increasingly pleased because of it. "I must say in all honesty that you look quite good when you're angry. Very flushed and sexy, really." Then he slowly lifted his glass for another sip, watching her attentively.
She was absolutely flabbergasted by his remark, and no longer cared if he knew it or not. All pretense at playing this cool just flew straight out the window, and she had halfway made up her mind to stand up and make an abrupt exit, possibly knocking this conceited son-of-a-bitch onto the floor in the bargain. When suddenly something gave her pause.
She sat quietly, studying him as he was studying her, and found herself becoming more intrigued and less angry as the moments ticked by. He was playing her.......and playing her well. And she had been fighting it and attempting to outmaneuver him at every turn. But now she could see that such a thing was futile. So now she wondered where things might lead if she decided to drop her defenses altogether and actually join in the game.
So, with a slow smile spreading across her own face, she smoothly replied to his comment, "flattery will get you everywhere, Alex."
Alex's eyes widened ever so slightly and his smile broadened and turned more wicked as he realized that she was now playing back. She watched as his tongue slid along his bottom lip in a most distractingly suggestive manner, and for the first time, she felt a flare of real heat envelop her body, making her stomach tingle and causing a low throb between her legs. She shifted a bit, trying to maintain her composure.
"You sure you want to make a promise like that, my dear?" Alex now said, his soft, polished voice dropping a bit. "I usually hold people to their promises, you know. Awfully bad form to do otherwise."
In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought to herself, as she leaned in, looking Alex directly in the face, and repeated in a quiet, but absolutely clear tone, "everywhere."
Now the pale gleam in Alex's eyes flashed brilliantly for a brief moment, like a flash of summer lightening. Then he was sitting back in his chair again, taking another deep drink of ale and looking around the bar as if the two of them were only having a polite conversation about the weather, and that the area around their table wasn't suddenly charged with sexual tension so thick you could almost touch it.
Then Alex sat up and set his glass on the table again as he said quietly, "I think the moment has come for you to accompany me to my flat, wouldn't you say?"
She was rather thrown off balance by the directness of his manner, so calmly spoken. But she recovered quickly, her eyes narrowing a bit as she asked, "got some flow charts and spreadsheets to go over with me, do you?" "Oh no," Alex said, blinking, and looking straight-faced and with a complete lack of guile as he said, "I just want to fuck you."
All of her pretense at playing this as well as Alex flew out the window now. Her eyes widened and she felt her heartbeat increase alarmingly. A bolt of arousal suddenly shot up her spine, all at once leaving her nipples hard and her face flushed and her lower regions moist and aching. "Jesus," she gasped.
"Yes, I think you'll be invoking his name quite a lot...and others as well before I'm through with you." Alex was watching her, his own eyes darkening a bit as he let his gaze wander up and down her body with unabashed interest. "Shall we?"
Not trusting her legs to support her at first, she managed to stand and walk as gracefully as she could out of the bar, well aware of Alex close behind her. She moved to get into her own car, but Alex stopped her with a mere touch on her arm. "Let's take mine."
Still too dizzied by recent events to argue, she soon found herself tucked into the butter soft leather passenger seat of Alex's Porsche as they took off down the winding city streets. As they drove, she felt absolutely tense with anticipation of what was to come, so much so that she had a death grip on her purse to keep her hands from trembling. In contrast, Alex seemed perfectly relaxed, maneuvering the car through traffic and humming softly to himself.
She watched him surreptitiously from the corner of one eye, admiring again how incredibly handsome he was. Then she found her gaze drawn down to where his hand was wrapped around the gear shift. Large, strong-looking hands with long, elegant fingers. The thought that soon those hands might be stroking over her naked body was too much and she could not suppress the shudder that now ran through her.
Immediately she felt the cool, appraising gaze of Alex upon her, and she blushed.
"Cold?" Alex asked, his voice heavy with amusement.
She shook her head, and looked quickly out the passenger window, closing her eyes and trying to calm her raging body and still her racing mind as they drew ever closer to Alex's flat in Oxford.
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She had thought she knew what she was getting into. But from the moment they entered Alex's flat, she knew she had been mistaken. Badly mistaken.
They went through the usual motions of formality that all humans seem to engage in when having an invited guest in their home. They shed their coats and shoes at the door; she commented on the loveliness of the decor of the living room, which was quite modern and appealing to the eye; Alex asked her if she would like to have a drink, and she politely refused. But both of them knew these were just necessary courtesies. Neither one of them had any doubts about why they were here.
So when Alex quite suddenly pushed her up against the nearest wall and kissed her, she was unsurprised.....but yet still quite surprised.
Gone was the sly, seductive man that had enticed her here. The kiss was rough, possessive, and deep. His tongue did not request entrance, it demanded it. He swallowed the small squeak of alarm that burst from her throat as her mouth was so completely violated.
His hands swept restlessly up and down her sides, his thumbs slipping over the sideswells of her breasts. And despite the fact that she was ready to melt in his embrace, that feeling of unease was at the top right now. This was all happening much too fast. She grasped helplessly at Alex's shoulders and pushed, pulling her head back at the same time, forcing him to break off the kiss.
He pulled back to look at her, his eyes slightly narrowed as he licked his lips. Then his lips curved up into a sneer as he asked in a smooth, mocking voice, "what? Too much for you?"
As she stood, breathing heavily and glaring at him, and feeling the animosity that she had felt toward him at the pub suddenly returning. But instead of channeling it into an urge to leave, it manifested itself this time as rampant desire for this infuriating but absolutely gorgeous man in front of her. So she stopped Alex by uttering any further sardonic statements by abruptly sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him toward her, kissing him with a ferocity that matched his earlier efforts.
Alex slid his tongue between her lips again, and actually purred with delight as she hungrily sucked on it, almost bruising their lips with her enthusiasm. She let her hands slip down to grasp the lapels of his shirt, and suddenly any thought to how expensive the garment might be went straight out the window as fine cloth tore and buttons popped off to go spinning across the hardwood floor. She could feel Alex's mouth curving into a smile as they kissed, and knew that he was quite enjoying this.
His enjoyment became even more apparent as he suddenly seized one of her wrists in a rather hard grip and moved her hand down between his legs, molding it against the rock-hard bulge in the front of his chino slacks. He pressed against her hand in a needy fashion, a sound between a low moan and a whimper coming from his throat as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him through the slightly rough cotton cloth.
Now Alex released her lips and instead slid his mouth down her neck, his breath hot and ragged and interspersed with tiny sounds of pleasure as she continued to rhythmically squeeze and fondle him. With an almost impatient gesture, he pulled his arms from the sleeves of his shirt and dropped the ruined garment to the floor, making her gasp slightly at the wonderfully sculpted torso that was revealed. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was lean and toned with such skin that felt like warm velvet beneath her restless fingers as her free hand moved up his back to tangle in his slightly shaggy blonde hair.
Meanwhile, Alex let his hands drop to her waist and slide up under the hem of her shirt, peeling the cups of her bra away and letting his fingers pinch and fondle and stroke her nipples until they were tight and aching and sending throbs of arousal to her groin, where she had already soaked through her jeans with her intense want of him.
"Alex......I......." she began, then cut off her own words by pulling his face back up to hers again and kissing him deeply once more, her mouth devouring, being devoured, being ravaged as she ravaged back, giving and taking all at once, pouring all her need into this brutal collision of lips and tongues.
"Yes, this is what I saw in you," Alex murmured throatily as their mouths seperated again and he began to lay a trail of burning kisses down her tender throat. "The first day you walked into my office, I could see that underneath all your politeness and professionalism there was a rampant wildcat waiting to be released. All it would take would be the right person to unleash it."
He pinched her nipples sharply, smiling almost cruelly at her, his teeth lightly digging into his lower lip as he made her gasp and almost sob with combined pain and pleasure. She shifted her legs uncomfortably, and he slid one hand down from her breasts to slip between her denim-clad thighs, feeling intense heat and wetness as he touched her. And this discovery made him actually shudder and his cock jump and harden even more in her grasp, his eyes dark and dangerous and filled with an almost insane lust as he looked at her.
Still, true to form, he managed to keep his cool, overconfident demeanor even in the buildup of passion, chuckling softly as her overeager mouth sought his again. Her dark eyes burned into his as she loosened his belt and then began nimbly working at the button fly of the pants, popping open one at a time, and watching Alex's eyes gleaming with anticipation as each button was undone. Then, sliding both hands down into the waistband, skimming along slim hips and firm outer thighs, she pushed his pants down until they rested around his knees, letting him kick them the rest of the way free.
She slipped her restless hands around to the front of him and and touched his hard, pulsing length through his underwear, feeling the dampness from the pre-ejaculate fluids that had leaked from his cock. She bit his lower lip softly, then moved her mouth over the side of his neck. His skin tasted delicious. Warm and rich and masculine, exciting her senses all the more as her searching lips reached his ear. She licked delicately around the inner curve, then sucked the lobe into her mouth, her tongue twining around and through the earring he wore as she continued to caress his straining erection with both hands.
"Oh god......" Alex sighed, his eyes fluttering closed and a small shudder running through his sturdy frame. The sigh turned into a gasp followed by a low moan as she gave his cock a brief squeeze, then went back to her skillful stroking. He felt like there was an inferno building within the confines of his briefs. His cock was swelled to its absolute limit and throbbing with need. His balls were drawn tight and aching for release. He couldn't handle much more of this divine torment.
A ghost of a smile touched his handsome features. When he targeted this one as a possible playmate, he had definitely struck gold. This woman knew just what she was doing. He was at her mercy as much as she was at his, and Alex......who above all liked to have the upper hand in situations.....was surprised to find that he didn't mind sharing the control this time. He might even learn to like it.
And now, as she released his ear and slowly began kissing and licking her way down his body, Alex was convinced that the "might" part of the equation was just completely erased. Soft lips feathered across his collarbone. Gently nipping teeth stimulated his nipples. A warm, wet tongue tip traced down his flat stomach. And then she was on her knees on the floor before him and she was.......oh shit.......
A groan was forced from Alex's throat as she began to rub her lips over his cockhead through his briefs, mouthing him through a thin layer of black silk and driving him absolutely wild in the process. Meanwhile, her hands had slid around his hips to pull the back of his underwear down from his buttocks, leaving them bare. She immediately began to squeeze and fondle and stroke the firm flesh as she licked and nibbled softly at his straining cock.
Her own lust was almost at a crescendo now as she serviced Alex's quite needy member. Her senses were overwhelmed by the indescribably luscious smell of trapped, fully aroused cock, and the stiff column of flesh felt fabulous in her mouth. Having the wet silk of his underwear molded to it like a second skin only added to the eroticism of the whole moment.
She grew more anxious and hungry and greedy as the moments went by, so that she began to deep throat him, briefs and all, listening with absolute delight as Mr. Confident and Conceited gave full voice to his pleasure, and his hands fisted lightly in her hair. His long fingers clenched and unclenched restlessly as the tension in his groin swiftly went from incredible to unbearable to downright torturous.
"Jesus.......fuck.......oh god, that's so good," Alex murmured breathlessly, his body shivering with need. Now he was thrusting his hips back and forth to meet the strokes of her mouth, and she could feel the muscles in his buttocks tightening and loosening rhythmically as he pumped against her, driving himself ever closer to release.
Then his breathing began to turn harsh and ragged, topped off by a tense, desperate groan, and she knew that he was going to come any moment now. Just before he did, she quickly and carefully pulled her mouth away and peeled the wet silk from his length, then began stroking it through her fist until with a hoarse shout of pleasure and a jerk of his hips, Alex was shooting his seed over her lips and tongue and chin in an obscene shower. He looked down, panting, and beheld with glazed eyes the sight of her looking up at him, licking his sticky fluids from her lips, then lapping at the sensitive head of his cock, cleaning it as well.
Without a word, Alex grasped her arms and pulled her to her feet, sealing his mouth over hers, tasting himself within her mouth and feeling his depleted cock already stiffening again as he slid his arms around her. Then he broke the kiss and looked at her flushed, wanton face, and suddenly could not wait to get her into the bedroom. Alex was determined to fuck her until she was so sore she was begging him to stop, and then just to be cheeky he'd fuck her again.
He now smiled another of his trademark knowing grins and said in a voice that was both husky and direct, "let's go. My room. I'm not finished with you yet, my dear."
Nearly faint with anticipation, she let Alex lead her down the hallway, past a closet, past a couple of spare rooms, and finally into the master bedroom at the very end. As she walked behind him, she couldn't stop her eyes from straying down his smoothly muscled back to rest on his absolutely beautiful ass, framed as it was by the black silk underwear. She suddenly had a flash in her head of her legs being wrapped around that ass as it busily pumped up and down against her, and an erotic thrill so violent raced up her spine that she shuddered helplessly and felt her body erupt in a hot flush.
Then they had reached the bedroom, and Alex guided her in, his green eyes watching her attentively. The room was quite large, easily the largest room in the flat. It was dominated by an enormous king-sized bed with a strikingly ornate wrought iron headboard that looked as though it cost a small fortune. The bedclothes, and the room itself, was done in rich sumptious shades of cream and purple and deep midnight blue that spoke of the work of a professional decorator. And one entire wall, near the double doors that led to the walk-in closet and the master bathroom beyond, was done in floor-to-ceiling mirrored panels, stretching about ten feet across.
Alex allowed her a few moments to take in her surroundings, then he got down to business. He stepped up behind her and began laying a trail of softly sucking kisses and insistent little nips to the curve of her neck as his hands slid down her front, stroking her breasts through her shirt. Breasts that to her felt heavy and aching inside her bra, the nipples hard and begging to be touched. She whimper/sighed as nimble fingers unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms to the floor. Then in the blink of an eye, her bra was popped open and was joining the shirt on the floor as well.
Now Alex began to mouth her neck more aggressively, licking along her jugular vein, biting at the junction of her shoulder, his cock, pressed against the warm, jeans-clad curve of her rear, was already hard and needy again. It was a rare thing for Alex to experience this depth of want. Normally he considered his sexual encounters as nothing more than an amusing diversion to the normal grind of life. A pleasurable release of the build-up of daily tensions. It was different this time, however. This woman incited in him a passion and a desire he had seldom known in his life.
He slid his one hand over her jawline as the other busied itself with stroking and kneading her naked breasts, her skin feeling like butter-soft satin beneath his fingers and his lips as he continued to feast on her neck with increasing hunger. With a small, almost desperate sound deep in his throat, he suddenly used his hand to twist her head abruptly around so he could seal his mouth over hers. His rampant desire made him a bit rough, but she uttered no sound of complaint, only obediently opened her mouth to him, meeting his insistantly probing tongue with her own and sucking it deep into her mouth the way she had sucked his cock mere minutes ago.
Meanwhile, his free hand stroked down her stomach and deftly popped open the button of her jeans, feeling a slight quiver run through her body as he did so. He drew down the zipper and then slid his hand down into the opening he had created. His palm moved over the coarse springiness of the hair between her legs, then encountered nothing but soft, wet heaven. She sighed into his mouth as he deepened their kiss at the same time that fingers danced smoothly over her slick crevice, the heat from her almost burning him and making his penis jump in response.
Still, Alex did not allow himself to be swept away entirely. He still needed to keep the upper hand in this situation. He had relinquished control to her when she had gone down on him, but now it was time again to show her exactly who was leading this little adventure.
He now withdrew his hand from her jeans and turned her around to face him, letting his tongue continue to thoroughly occupy and explore her mouth as he pushed her jeans down off her hips, encouraging her wordlessly to step out of them, then collecting her naked body and pressing it against his own. He smiled to himself as he heard her small whimper and felt the needy undulations of her hips as she felt the hard branch of his cock poking into her abdomen.
"You want that, do you?" Alex asked huskily, breaking their kiss momentarily and merely peppering her swollen lips with tiny nibbles and little tongue flicks that he knew from experience drove women crazy.....and this one was no exception. She moaned softly, trying desperately to recapture Alex's mouth fully with her own, while he continued to playfully keep himself just out of reach.
"Yes...god, I want it. I want you, Alex. Please..." Her words were swallowed in a gasp as Alex's long fingers parted her thighs and slid up inside her, moving slowly and teasingly with shallow strokes, keeping her on the knife-edge of desire, but never doing enough to truly satisfy her need. Soon she was wriggling against him, trying desperately to acquire the deeper penetration that her body was begging for. She buried her face in Alex's neck, kissing and licking his flesh in a supplicating fashion, her hands running restlessly through his disheveled golden hair. Her voice was tense and as she whimpered and pled softly for him to make her come.
Alex determined that she had had enough teasing...as true he himself had as well. He could not believe how quickly this woman had stirred, and then re-stirred his passions. And to how great an extent she had done so. He withdrew his fingers, causing her to make an unhappy sound at the loss.
"Shhh..." he whispered, stroking the side of her face and kissing her deeply, absolutely adoring the way she immediately responded, melting into his body. When their lips parted again, he watched her watching him as he slowly removed his silk briefs. He let her feast her eyes on his completely naked form for a moment or two, then took her hand and murmured mysteriously, "come over here."
She was a bit confused when he didn't lead her to the bed right away, but instead around it to where the row of mirrors on the wall stood. He stood behind her, reaching around to stroke his hands up and down her sides with a feather-light touch as he continued to run his open mouth over the side of her neck.
"Ever watch yourself when you're being fucked?" Alex asked softly, his lips tickling the outer edge of her ear.
She shook her head, not trusting her voice well enough to speak, feeling the slightest twinge of self-consciousness even through the swirling fog of desire that had enveloped her senses. But Alex must have sensed her slight unease, for his voice now purred into her ear again, as smooth and soothing as his hands that had moved down to start caressing her thighs with slow, circular motions.
"Let me show you how good it can be. You don't have to like me...You only have to trust me." He smiled a bit wickedly as he spoke, and she caught in the mirror's reflection the familiar mischievous gleam in his green eyes.
Before she could reply, Alex was pulling her to her knees on the floor, while he knelt behind her, sitting back on his heels. She began to turn to look at him, but Alex stopped the movement of her head by a light hand on her face and a sharp nip to the nape of her neck that made her gasp lightly.
"Just keep looking in the mirror, sweetheart...You'll see all you need to see there," Alex promised, his breath steepening as his hands slipped down her back to grasp her waist, then he was pulling her hips backward and down at the same time. His engorged penis found its mark and slid inside her with one long push, and she shivered and moaned as her body's craving for penetration was finally satisfied.
No, not satisfied. For though she was full of cock now, she wanted more. She wriggled her hips and whimpered lightly, her body begging him to move, to thrust deep to the core of her. God, she thought she would die or go crazy if...
"Impatient girl," Alex purred, stroking her body soothingly as his tongue teased her ear. "Don't worry, my dear. I'm going to give you what you want, but first I want to show you something."
With that, he began to lean backwards, pulling her back with him. She gave a small whimper of unease as she felt herself pulled beyond the edge of balance, but then she felt the solid, secure wall of Alex's body behind her, cradling her, and she relaxed. From this position, she could rest her head back against his shoulder and have a clear, unobstructed view of their reflection in the mirrored wall.
"Now," Alex instructed, his hands reaching around front to knead her breasts as his mouth devoured her neck once again. "Open your legs for me, sweetheart."
Taking a shaky deep breath, she did as she was instructed, and got a perfect shot of the point of their connection. As she watched, Alex now began to slowly thrust up into her body, and the sight of his cock moving in and out of her was absolutely fascinating to her. It was quite possibly the most erotic sight she had ever seen.
You see that, my girl?" Alex asked huskily, his words slightly broken by his harsh breathing as he pumped up into her, now settling into a slow, even rhythm that felt fantastic and was hypnotizing to watch. "See how hungry your body is for my cock? See how it takes it so deep? How much it opens you up?"
She tipped her head back further against his shoulder, groaning softly. Hearing such coarse words spoken in that rich, cultured voice created a sexy contrast that just added another edge to the already unbelievable scene. Her body was now screaming for release, she quivered with her need, her hands moving restlessly up and down Alex's arms, feeling the soft blonde hairs that grew along them. She turned her head as far as she could to kiss and nip at the side of his neck, though still trying to keep her gaze fixed on the mirror.
"Alex, please." she whimpered. "Please make me come. Please. I need it."
"Tsk, poor thing," Alex clucked sympathetically, though the devilish glint in his eyes belied his words. "You haven't come yet, have you, my girl? Well, I suppose we ought to do something about that, oughtn't we?"
Now he caught one of her hands in his own and gently pulled it down between her legs, using her own fingers to lightly rub and dance over her throbbing pleasure center. A soft squeaking sound escaped her throat as she watched in the mirror, watched his cock continue to plunder her depths as he guided her own hand over hot, needy flesh.
"Oh yes...oh god..." she murmured, feeling the tension in her body suddenly mount to a almost unbearable heights. As she kept her eyes glued to the image before her, she almost felt herself a shameful sort of voyeur, watching this happening to someone else; watching another couple making love with feverish passion and intensity. Yet the blissful sensations were being felt in her own body. The moment suddenly seemed dreamlike and unreal.
Even so, she knew it was quite real enough when the tension suddenly released and shocks of almost agonizing pleasure radiated out from the center of her. She arched back hard against Alex's solid body, shuddering and crying out as each new wave struck. She doggedly kept her eyes on the mirror, however, and could actually see her entrance tightening around the hot velvet steel of Alex's erection, gripping it and pulling it in further.
She heard Alex's moan as he sucked at her shoulder and knew that he had felt/seen this as well. Now his thrusts were becoming quicker, more urgent, driving up into her with almost vicious upward snaps of his hips, splitting her. Almost hurting her, but it was such a divine sort of pain that she could only gasp and moan encouragement to him.
Her eyes alternated between the gorgeous sights of Alex's cock sliding rapidly in and out of her body, slick and glistening with her juices, and of hungry, passion-glazed green eyes that were also watching their activities in the mirror. His breathing grew shallow and rapid and his movements more erratic as his climax grew close.
"Oh god. You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" he groaned, biting her shoulder and muffling a moan against her flesh. His breathing hitched sharply. His arms tightened around her, and his hips snapped up in one final brutal thrust as his orgasm erupted.
She felt her insides tingle with heat as he pumped her full of his seed, watching him do it. Alex gave one final moan as he depleted himself in her depths, then slowly withdrew from her, letting her see his softening shaft slip from her body.
She pulled herself more upright to allow Alex to slip out from behind her, stretching out on his back on the floor and looking up at her with eyes that were filled with satisfaction, a lazy smile touching his face as he sighed contentedly.
"Not bad," he said, his voice back to its cool, confident self. "One of the better encounters I've had for a while, anyway. Was it good for you?"
She could not help but smile at the heavily cliched question, spoken so off-handedly. "As much as I hate the idea of overdramatizing things, or increasing the size of your already inflated ego, I have to admit that it was absolutely fucking incredible."
Suddenly, the self-satisfied expression on Alex's face was replaced by a look of honest inquiry. "You really thought so?"
She nodded, smiling, letting her eyes roam over Alex's body, admiring the sleek lines, the lean musculature, the way everything seemed perfectly proportioned, knowing he was watching her look at him.
Finally, Alex broke the silence with an exaggerated sigh, saying, "well, here's the situation. I'm tired. Too tired to drive you back to your car. So I could have you sleep in my spare room tonight." He paused, noticing the slight look of disappointment in her eyes at this suggestion and relishing it. Then he added, "or you could just sleep in my bed with me. Under the circumstances, I think that would be the best choice, don't you agree?"
She tried to hide the rather perplexing wave of relief she felt. When Alex had first suggested that she sleep in his guest room, she felt a strange little pang in her stomach, though she could not fathom why that would be.
For now though, she felt a smile spread across her face once again as she said, "all right, Alex. I'll sleep with you." She paused for effect, then said pointedly, "but I still don't like you."
"Fair enough," Alex said, smiling and pushing himself to his feet.