Page 15 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

“I—I can’t think,” I panted. “Not like this.”

A dark laugh filled the room. “Good. Then I’d say we’ve succeeded here. Turn and face my voice, kitten.”

I turned my head in the direction of his voice. Warm breath feathered across my face, sending a shudder racing down my spine. Despite the butterflies erupting in my belly at the closeness of him, I found it impossible to concentrate when Jeremy’s cock continued to stretch me on every delicious slide between my legs.

“I enjoy watching you get fucked. I can see the sweet agony of your tight cunt across his face on every thrust. It’s fucking hot.” Alex spoke softly before devouring me in a kiss designed to steal away the rest of my common sense.

Oh God… The heat of both the kiss and the slow shuttle of Jeremy in and out of methreatened to send me up in a blazing inferno. He drove his tongue deep into my mouth at the same time as Jeremy plunged forward. With both men taking what they needed, I felt utterly possessed. An incredible experience I’d never forget no matter what my future brought me.

Writhing in sweet agony, I moaned. My heart pounded. My blood roared in my veins. Desperation overtook everything else. I couldn’t hold back another second. That last thought hit me as I screamed into the kiss and climaxed. My body buckled, my leg gave out, putting all of my weight in Jeremy’s hands wrapped around my hips and the one leg still tied to the wall.

White-hot light and heat engulfed me when Jeremy pounded into me with his own release, stealing my breath. My mystery man eased from the kiss, a wicked smile crossing his face as I gulped for air. An impossible feat with my chest heaving with short and fast breaths.

Jeremy pulled free and the two men worked quickly to unfasten my restraints. I crumpled into the offered arms and nestled into a warm chest I imagined had to be my mystery man.

A big hand smoothed my hair and wiped the wetness across my cheeks I’d not even realized had fallen. Tumultuous emotions raged inside me and in the aftermath of such intensity, I wasn’t in any frame of mind to examine why.

“Shhh,” he comforted.

I sagged in relief. For whatever reason, I’d wanted to be in his arms. His hands massaged my sore wrists, offering me the comfort I desperately sought. When he touched the edge of my blindfold I held my breath. The anonymity of the encounter had ended up a necessity I’d not realized at the time I needed. Now the fear of looking into their eyes after what they’d done unnerved me.

Before I could protest, the fabric was removed. I blinked in the sudden light even though they’d kept it low in this room. My eyes slowly adjusted to find him staring at me intently, his blue eyes darker than before.

“I—”

He pressed his fingers to my lips and stopped what I’d been about to say.

“You don’t have to say a thing, kitten. It’s just you and I.”

I nodded, relief flooding through me. I had no reason to be embarrassed, but it was there nonetheless. I buried my face into his chest, wrinkling my nose at the slight tickle of tiny hairs against my skin.

I had no intention of examining my understanding of the situation I found myself in. Right here and right now in this moment I felt cared for and—oddly satisfied. Safe even. Those thoughts made me want to savor them for as long as I could before I had to get up, get dressed and go home and back to my life. Without this…

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