Page 47 of On Dancer
“I do.” In that moment, I didn’t need him inside me to feel utterly connected with Alexander, with who he was and his beautiful, tightly guarded heart.
Alexander visibly relaxed, tension leaving his shoulders and heat rising in his eyes as he worked me open. His long fingers easily found the spot that required some serious contortions from me, and my moans took on a more desperate quality.
“Oh. Wow. Now.” I could no longer string together a sentence, but my voice conveyed my urgency as I pushed at his shoulder. “Now. Please. Want you.”
“I suppose that can be arranged.” Alexander wiped his fingers on my towel before shimmying out of his briefs and taking care of the condom and more lube.
“Should I flip?” I asked breathlessly.
“No. I want to see your face.” His expression was unexpectedly tender as he moved between my legs.
I wasn’t nearly as bendy as Alexander, but I pulled my legs up and back to help make the position work. He pushed in with excruciating slowness, far more gradually than I’d gone with fingers or toys, but I wasn’t going to complain about the additional time to adjust. He was warmer than any toy with a weighty sort of pressure that was new. Good, but new, and I took a few long breaths as he slid deeper.
“There.” All the oxygen I’d gulped down rushed back out of me as Alexander connected with that spot deep inside. Stars glittered at the edges of my vision. I reached for his hand, the pleasure almost overwhelming. “Alexander.”
“Yes.” His gaze was intent, brimming with layers of emotion. Concern. Pride. Care. Lust. For once, he let them all play out for me to see, no hiding behind indifference. I’d wanted to know what this would feel like physically, but I’d been unprepared for the emotional connection.
My chest went tight, and my eyes burned, but I refused to look away, savoring each sensation.
“Think you can come this way?” Alexander reached for my cock, which had flagged slightly during the initial penetration, only to come roaring back to life when he’d found the right angle to hit my spot.
“Oh yes.” Hands-free likely wasn’t happening, but his firm grip and slippery strokes had me panting within seconds.
“Good. God, you’re hot.” Alexander’s praise hit deeper than idle sex talk. Maybe to the rest of the world I was too nerdy, too short, too skinny, too something, but to Alexander, I was hot. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy and powerful. I arched toward him, need and seduction mingling. He leaned forward for a lingering kiss, his hand getting me ever closer. “Tell me what you need.”
“More.” A better question was how not to come too quickly, but Alexander seemed hell-bent on fast. I wasn’t about to complain as my body was leaping toward orgasm regardless. He sped up his hand and thrusts, keeping the same controlled rhythm. I wanted to see him snap, wanted him as desperate as me. “Harder. Don’t stop.”
He moaned as I surged upward to meet each thrust, and I held his gaze, waiting for his pleasure as much as mine. My climax was simply a matter of when, but Alexander’s rolled in like a slow-moving storm, gradually gaining in intensity until he grimaced, head falling back.
“Come,” he gritted out. His thrusts took on an erratic quality, and my body thrilled to his loss of control more than the order. He wanted me. Needed me as much as I needed him. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and my hips bucked, my abs tensing, shudders racing through me even before the first spurt of come hit my belly. Alexander made a triumphant noise. “Yes.”
He thrust hard, prolonging my orgasm into endless waves as he too came. His chest and face were flushed and shiny with sweat. I flashed back to the first time I’d seen him sweaty, all those years ago. Being here now felt like something out of a dream, but his hand stroking my torso was very real, as was the emotion in his eyes. This wasn’t some teen fantasy brought to life, but rather a genuine connection that defied logic. Magical.
“Good?” His teasing tone said he already knew the answer.
“That had to be the best first time in the history of first times.” I gasped as he pulled out. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad.” He took a moment to take care of the condom, tossing it into the trash can next to my nightstand. I made quick use of my towel before he settled back down next to me and gathered me close. “And it feels like I should be thanking you. Thank you for picking me.”
“As if I could have picked anyone else.” I said the words lightly, but it was true. This moment felt preordained on some level. He was everything I’d ever wanted and so much more. Scared I was showing too much emotion, I glanced toward my window. “It’s snowing.”
“So it is.” Alexander followed my gaze to the soft white flakes pelting the window and shimmering under the parking lot lights. “Bet the roads are already a mess.”
“I’m sure.” I quirked my mouth, wanting to tell him to stay, but not wanting to push my luck either.
“And I’m entirely too comfortable.” Yawning, Alexander held me tighter. A happy, relieved sound escaped my chest. He kissed the top of my head. “Think our mothers would buy that game night went late if anyone notices my car here before they plow in the morning?”
“Sounds reasonable to me.” I grinned. Awkward gossip be damned. I had Alexander Dasher in my bed, and I was going to treasure every moment, even if it was only for a night.
Twenty-Five
En dedans:to move toward the supporting leg.
Alexander
“I’m dreaming of…”My brother-in-law hummed an old classic as he passed by the alcove where I’d installed myself for what was, in fact, a white Christmas Eve. Snowy enough to be annoyingly beautiful with a blanket of white over the lawns, but not so bad as to cancel my mother’s plans. I shifted in the high-backed armchair, hoping the deep wings might render me invisible.
Luckily, the twins chose that moment to zoom down the hallway past this sitting area, headed right for the kitchen, and Bradley was forced to follow them rather than greet me. However, before I could exhale, Tavio entered the other side of the alcove, crossing past the built-in bookshelves to take the chair opposite me.
