Page 38 of Reckless At Raleigh High
Squeezing slightly harder, pressing the tips of my fingernails into his skin, I arch a cool eyebrow at Alex, giving him an open-mouthed smile. “Down,” I order. “Before I decide not to fuck you at all.”
He drops to his knees like he’s just been downed by an arrow. He looks up at me, exposing his throat, baring himself to me. The night sky is clear and full of stars; I can see them reflected in his eyes as his gaze meets mine, and the very sight of him takes my breath away. Slowly, he reclines, sinking onto his elbows first before settling onto his back. The muscles in his throat work as he watches me step toward him. Steeling myself, I take a deep breath, refusing to be embarrassed by how completely and utterly naked I am right now.
It’s tempting to cover myself up and hide from Alex’s intense gaze, but that’s not how we operate. We’ve never operated that way. No matter how vulnerable we make each other feel, emotionally or physically, we’ve never hidden from each other, and it isn’t time to start doing so now. Stepping over him, I take a moment to enjoy the sight of him, tattooed and fucking magnificent, laying prone beneath me.
“If you’re wondering if it’d be impolite to sit on my face,” Alex rumbles, “then the answer’s no. It would not. In fact, you’d make me a very ha—”
“Stop talking.” The words belong to someone else. Someone far braver than me. I don’t know what possessed me to make such a forceful command, but Alex immediately obeys, closing his mouth. He breathes out hard down his nose, making his nostrils flare, his hands twitching at his sides. He wants to touch me. The way his fingers keep curling inward makes that perfectly clear. I won’t let him yet, though. I want to torture him a little first.
I touch my own fingers to my stomach, lightly trailing them over my skin, moving them down, down, down. Alex’s eyes widen as he watches me…
“Fuck,dolcezza…”
“Shhh.” I try not to gasp when I slide my hand between my legs, parting the folds of my pussy so that he can see all of me. I’m plenty wet and plenty ready. The moment I skate the tip of my middle finger over my clit, a violent shiver slams into me, making my whole body lock up. “Fuck!”
Alex huffs, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s learned his lesson. He knows I won’t be happy if he speaks again, and so he clenches his jaw tight, staring at the point between my legs where I’m slowly moving my hand, rubbing myself. I feel powerful, looking down at him lying on the frozen boards beneath me. Alex is a fucking hurricane, strong and wild at heart, and somehow he’s permitted me to leash him. He could break free of my will at any moment. But he won’t. I have hold of him by thesoulnow, and the knowledge that he trusts me that deeply is me a heady, heady thing.
A wave of pleasure rockets through me as I slide my finger back, dipping it inside myself, and Alex growls dangerously through his teeth. He moves his hand, not toward his rock-solid cock, but over the edge of the dock. He lets it fall over the side, disturbing the thin sheet of ice that’s formed on top of the black water. Wincing against the cold, he keeps his hand there, submerged up to his wrist, his dark eyes burning holes into my naked skin.
I catch my bottom lip in between my teeth, wrestling to even out my breath before I speak. “Take your hand out of the water. You’re going to freeze,” I pant.
Alex’s eyes shine defiantly. “I need the pain,” he grinds out. “I’ll come before you even touch me without it.”
Another tremor of pleasure chases up my back, this time sheer satisfaction that I’d have this kind of effect on him. I let him keep his hand in the water. For now. Slowly, I sink down so that I’m kneeling over him, straddling his hips. With my free hand, I cup my own breast, kneading my flesh, rolling my nipple between my fingers, making myself whimper a little at the brief jolt of pain that relays between my tits, then down to my swollen clit. Alex growls, screwing his eyes shut, angling his head back. This is pure torture for him…and he’s enjoying every second of it.
His eyes snap open when I lower myself down another few inches, planting myself directly on top of his erection. He lifts his head and shoulders away from the deck, staring down the length of his body, at the point where my pussy is pressing down on his rigid dick. I roll my hips, grinding myself forward against him, now cupping both breasts with both hands, and Alex falls back against the deck again, tensing all over.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans breathlessly.
Instead of chastising him, I repeat the motion, rolling my hips back and then forward again, enjoying how easily our bodies slide against each other. The head of his cock rubs hard against my clit, and I let out a hoarse moan of my own. The tendons in Alex’s neck and arms stand proud as I rock again and again, pushing both him and me closer to madness. I can already feel it, blurring my senses and robbing me of all thought. My brain is aware of nothing but the sensation of Alex’s taut, hot body beneath mine. He’s panting just as heavily as me by the time I grab him by the wrist and pull his hand out of the water, placing his palm against my hip.
“Pull me down on you,” I tell him. “Feel how wet I am.”
As if the restraints that were holding him down have been broken, Alex snarls, raising his other hand, placing that on my hip, too. His fingers gouge into my chilled skin and he follows my order, pulling me down against him as hard as he can. The pressure and the sensation when he angleshiships up, thrusting his cock forward and up against my pussy, is too much to handle. I cry out, arching my back, finding myself suddenly looking up at the stars, and a bright snap of pain lashes between my nipples.
“Shit!”
Alex has risen up, his core supporting his weight, and my left nipple is in his mouth. I see the white flash of his teeth pressing down on the small, tight bud of flesh, and I can tell he’s going to bite down again.
I’m prepared for it this time. I grind myself forward, winding my fingers into his hair, driving him down onto my breast as electric, delicious, addicting agony zips up and down my body, pooling in the pit of my belly.
He isn’t supposed to be taking charge yet, I was going to make him wait, but the feel of his erection butting up against my pussy has me weak and boneless, so ready to cave and give myself over to him, and I can’t help it.
“Do it. Please, Alex. Oh my god,please.”
Just like in the hospital when Dr. Romera used that word on her terrifying boyfriend, it has an immediate effect on the man I’m riding now. Alex curses, his hot breath skating over my bare chest, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back. The cold of the icy wood underneath me is shocking for a moment, but then Alex is driving himself up inside me, and suddenly the cold doesn’t matter anymore.
He fills me to breaking point. He stretches me, and he molds me to him, and then he fills me up some more. I claw at his back, clinging onto him like my life depends on it, and the world begins to spin too fast.
With every deep, possessive thrust of his cock, Alex squeezes me tighter, on the brink of crushing me. I lean into it, letting myself go. It feels too good to make him stop. For a moment, I exist only on the air that Alex allows to slip into my lungs.
“Fuck, Silver. Fuck!” He sinks himself into me over and over again. I wrap my thighs around his waist, desperately begging for more. “You should have put all of me in the water,Argento,” he growls into my ear. “No way I can stop this now. Come for me. Come hard so I feel it.”
I don’t need to be told. He’s grown so hard inside me that itisunavoidable now. I let myself stumble and fall into my orgasm, gulping at the freezing air, unable to even whimper as a wildfire of pleasure rips through my body. Alex leans into me, pressing his forehead against mine, roaring as he climaxes along with me.
Despite the bitter cold, the heat between us has doused us both in sweat. We lay panting, blissfully tangled up in each other’s limbs for a moment, while we both try to catch our breath.
“You’re dangerous to my health, Silver Georgina Parisi,” Alex whispers against my throat. “You’re enough to make a man laugh as he gladly dies of pneumonia.”
