Page 32 of Bound to Him
It made sense because he was definitely those things. He cupped my cheek and brought me closer, kissing down my jaw and tilting my head back so he could get to my neck. His lips tickled over my skin. I’d never done anything like this. Christian had always been more direct. There was little foreplay, and he never took the time to focus on me, but that was exactly what Alton was doing right now. My body was responding, blood rushing south to my cock.
“What if I told you I’d go easy on you?” he whispered against my ear, breath hot and his accent growing stronger. “Make you feel real good.”
There was no way out of this. He wasn’t going to stay celibate for six months, and if we were married, I wouldn’t allow myself to be shamed by him sleeping with other men. No. If I was going to be his husband, I would be the only one sleeping with him.
“No one else,” I said, keeping my voice even. “For the six months we’re married, you can only fuck me. No other person. I won’t have you humiliating me.”
He leaned back and raised his eyebrows, smirking. “Deal. The same goes for you.”
“Agreed.” I sucked in a deep breath and stared into his dark eyes, taking in the intent that filled them. He was going to consume me, steal something I’d never given to another man, and while I was still scared of the idea, another part of me was eager. Even though I’d told myself to wait until I met the right man, I’d always been excited about the prospect of sex. I wanted a man to fuck me until his dick left an imprint in my hole and I was dripping with his cum.
His smirk told me he was going to do exactly that. He would own me in every way, and I was going to let him. He stepped in closer, and I touched my hand to his chest.
“If you hurt me, I will leave.”
“You don’t get to dictate that,” he said quietly.
“I’m a virgin,” I whispered, letting fear creep into my voice. “I always imagined the first time would be with a man I loved. I don’t get that satisfaction anymore, so just this once, actually go easy on me.”
He stared at me for too long and I returned the look. He’d left me breathless at the wedding in his gray suit and pink pastel tie, something I wouldn’t have thought would look good on him but did. His red hair was bright against his clothing, but it only made him more handsome. Even as I’d walked down the aisle, it was hard to look away. But now that we stood here in the bedroom, I was having a more difficult time. My cock was half hard already at the prospect of finally having sex, and I wanted him more than I should.
“All right, darlin’. Come here.” He grabbed my white suit jacket and tugged me closer, and I went without a struggle.
He kissed me, his lips molding against mine as he claimed them as his. His stubble scratched against my chin, a delightful burn that made me shiver. No one had ever kissed me like this before, as though he was sucking my soul out of my mouth.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered when he finally broke our lips apart. “I want to see what panties you wore. I didn’t notice them earlier.”
“When you were trying to put your dick in me while we were in the limo?” I asked, without an ounce of emotion.
He didn’t seem like the kind of person to apologize, but I didn’t miss the guilt that slid across his face, even if it was barely there for a few seconds. “Naked. Now.”
“Yes,husband.” I stepped back and slid off my jacket, then took my time with my shirt. He’d already ripped the first nice white one I had on today and I didn’t want this one to get ruined, too, even if he could afford a million of them. Russ, the wedding planner, had nearly gone out of his mind when we’d arrived, sending someone off to bring me a new one at warp speed. Alton watched me as though I was the most interesting person in the world, and pleasure warmed my stomach. Christian never looked at me like that. To him, I was an orgasm, nothing more.
I took off the shirt and my undershirt, laying them and the jacket on the ottoman near me. When I started taking off my pants, he stepped back to sit on the edge of the bed. He laid his hands on his knees and stayed frozen, gaze eating me up as I slowly kicked off my shoes and pants, then slid off my socks, leaving me in nothing but the lacy red underwear he’d bought for me.
My dick stretched the flimsy material as though it was nothing and peeked out the top of the waistband, flashing the head. I ran my palm over myself and his gaze trailed the movement.
“Fuck. I didn’t expect the red ones.” He licked his bottom lip and grinned.
“Your turn,” I said, gathering what little courage I had. We’d already seen each other naked.
He stood, comfortable in his own skin, and started taking off that nice suit. I waited, unable to look away as he shed the clothing with so much ease I began to wonder what he was thinking by marrying me. I wasn’t graceful or charismatic, but I supposed he only wanted my business.
I pushed away the thought when he was finally naked, and I stared. Freckles splattered across his chest, dark against his pale skin and red hair. I’d never thought of myself as the kind of man who was attracted to redheads, but there was something incredibly sexy about him. His dick poked out from the same color hair as on his chest and head, and it was big and thick—a lot larger than Christian’s.
Fuck.
My mouth watered.
“Come here,” he said, crooking his finger at me.
After another shaky breath, I shifted forward toward him, and he wrapped his arms around me, dragging me as close as he could get. He smoothed his hands over my asscheeks, squeezing, and I gasped as he slammed his lips on mine. I groaned into his mouth, humping against him so his dick was caught between our abs, smearing precum over my skin.
“Get on the bed.” He pushed me, and I fell onto the mattress.
My cheeks grew hot as I crawled farther across the crimson comforter, ass in the air like an animal in heat waiting to be mounted.
The mattress moved behind me, and I turned to look at him when I fell onto my front. He settled in behind me and grabbed my hips, raising me to my knees again.
