Page 13 of Beautiful Chances

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I break our kiss and open my eyes to look at him. “W-what?”

“I won’t fuck you, Baby. I’m… I’m not—”

Even though he doesn’t complete his sentence, I can guess what’s holding him back. “I wasn’t going to,” I assure him. “I just want us both to feel good. Please don’t say no.”

I’m proud that my voice doesn’t waver. I don’t want Alec to know of the emotional turmoil inside me, which isn’t helped by his rejection. It makes me wonder if he sees me as damaged goods now. I don’t want to believe that’s why he’s holding back, but how can I know?

“I want you so fucking much my entire being aches to be with you, but not like this. Not with my brothers sleeping behind us both.” Alec punctuates each word with a kiss, lick, or bite on my neck.

There’s no way to describe the relief I feel at hearing his words. “Raincheck?” I ask, squeezing him again. “There’s still other stuff we can do, and I really want to make you feel good. To do this for and with you.”

Groaning, Alec pinches the bridge of his nose. “How can I say no to that?” I hear the fight leave him just as I feel his body softening against mine—well, not his entire body.

I move my hand up and down faster, still rubbing him against myself, making lust thrum beneath my skin. “You feel so good,” I whisper-moan.

Swirling my hips, I greedily seek ‌even more pleasure. In answer to my unspoken plea, Alec thrusts against me. Together we create the perfect rhythm, and I turn my head so I can bite down on his shoulder to not moan out loud.

It’s not that I don’t want Coen and Kas to know or that I don’t want them the same way. I very much do. However, this moment is for Alec and me alone.

“Fuck, Baby—” Alec hides his face in my hair as though my brown locks will muffle his sound.

We both move faster against each other, building toward the crescendo I feel spreading throughout my entire body.

“I’m almost there,” I pant before fusing my lips to Alec’s again. “Keep going… Don’t stop, Alec.” My moans disappear into his mouth, and in return, I swallow his groans.

Feeling an uncontrollable need for more, I move one hand to Alec’s back and dig my nails in as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Showing no mercy, I scratch his skin, which only seems to amp up his need.

Hishands move behind me until he’s forcefully grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing each one so hard it’s bordering on painful. One of his fingers trails down until it’s between my folds, and I arch my back so my t-shirt-covered breasts are almost squashed against his chest.

“Alec—” His name is a wanton plea for more. I don’t know what it is I’m begging for, I just know I want it.

The whimper I let out in disappointment when his finger retreats from my pussy is replaced by a throaty moan as I feel the wet digit press against my puckered hole. “Yes,” I hiss into his mouth as he slowly penetrates me where no one has ever been before.

Through the intrusion, I hold him in my hand, squeezing him tighter as I feel a sting of pain.

“Is this okay?” Alec rasps.

Rather than answering him, I move my hips, working his finger deeper into my ass every time I lose contact with his cock.

“More than okay,” I pant. “I’m so close… Alec—” I want to scream out his name as the waves of pleasure finally claim me.

“Baby… Oh, fuck, Baby. That’s it… I’m about to come,” Alec groans into my mouth.

Without a second thought, I move the tip of his dick to my slick opening, swirling and moving my hips until he’s fully sheathed inside me.

“Come in my pussy,” I demand.

Still moving his finger in and out of my ass, Alec moans, and I squeeze around him.

“Scratch me again,” he demands in a throaty voice.

Unable to do anything but obey, I bring my hand to his back, digging my long nails into his skin and letting his thrusts move my hands up and down his flesh.

“Christ… Mia, Baby—” Alec so rarely uses my real name ‌ it makes it feel even more special whenever he does, and I feel my inner walls flutter around him in response.

Alec thrusts into me three times before I feel him shudder and twitch inside me.

Irrationally, I’m not ready to stop moving with him. While he pants and moans into my mouth, I keep moving my hips against him. Wanting to prolong the moment as much as possible.

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