sixteen wallflower like her? Lance
had made comments about her weight, and there was no amount of exercise, even
when she did force herself to go, that would make her look like the svelte
blondes she had seen hanging from Alex’s arms. Defeat settled inside of her,
but before she could turn away from him Alex was leaning back so he could stare
into her eyes.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you, Mary?” The way
he said her name was so hot, so heated, that she could have had an orgasm by
that alone. “Answer me.” The way he phrased those two words was so dominant,
like he expected compliance immediately, had her licking her lips and nodding.
“No, I want to hear you say the words.”
God, what was wrong with him? Did he get off on
embarrassing her further?
“Yes, I feel you, Alex.” Even her voice sounded
weak, but she watched in surprise as he briefly closed his eyes, as if her
words pained him almost.
“The way you stiffened in my arms, I knew you were
about to bolt, and I should let you, but you need to know something.” He opened
his eyes, and they seemed more green than brown now. “Make no mistake that I
want you.” He emphasized his point by grinding his erection into her, which had
a shocked cry leaving her. He felt so hard, so big, that she had no doubts he
knew exactly how to use the heavy length between his thighs. He took his hand
and slowly moved it down to rest on her hip. “Like right now I bet your pussy
is soaked.” His mouth was by her ear again, and the gentle, almost erotic feel
of his lips against that suddenly erogenous zone lit her on fire. She was wet, unbelievably so, and his coarse
presentation of pointing it out should have offended her, but all it did was
make her want more of it. “I also know if I slipped my hand between your legs
you’d let me.”
He was so cocky, but so right in everything he said.
Mary couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think clearly as he started moving his
fingers in a slow glide over her hipbone. He moved it around her body so he was
touching her bare back, and a surge of disappointment went through her that he
hadn’t followed through with what he said.
“But also don’t mistake who I am.” His words
confused her, but that might also have something to do with the fact he was so
damn close that if she leaned forward just an inch she would be kissing him. “I
was going to ignore the voice in my head telling me to leave you the fuck
alone, because I wanted you too fucking bad , Mary.”
His eyes were on her lips, and she licked them, not because she tried to
attract his attention, but because everything inside of her was on autopilot
now. “You’re so much better than this, than me, and the fact you want me just
as I want you makes this even harder.” He placed his hands on either side of
her head, creating a wall of thickly corded muscle. “I’ve fucked a lot of
women, Mary. A lot.” His words were like ice water
being thrown on her. She snapped her eyes to his and saw steely determination
in the brown/green depths. He was either being the biggest asshole imaginable,
or he was trying to push her away because he really did think she was too good
for him. “That’s what I like to do, and that’s what I’m good at. I don’t do
flowers and candy. I don’t go home and meet the parents, and I sure as fuck
don’t do relationships.” She flinched, but he stayed stoic. “Do you understand
me?”
She did, but her mouth had suddenly gone so dry she
couldn’t form a word. What had she been thinking, going after him, and thinking
Alex-fucking-Sheppard would give her more than one night with her?
“Yeah, you get it now.” He took a small step back
but still kept her caged in. “Now, if you just want a night of hard fucking,
that I can give you.” He let his eyes travel down her body, and she shivered
from the coldness of it all. Standing in front of her wasn’t the guy she had
just tutored a few hours ago, or the one she met at the sandwich
had made comments about her weight, and there was no amount of exercise, even
when she did force herself to go, that would make her look like the svelte
blondes she had seen hanging from Alex’s arms. Defeat settled inside of her,
but before she could turn away from him Alex was leaning back so he could stare
into her eyes.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you, Mary?” The way
he said her name was so hot, so heated, that she could have had an orgasm by
that alone. “Answer me.” The way he phrased those two words was so dominant,
like he expected compliance immediately, had her licking her lips and nodding.
“No, I want to hear you say the words.”
God, what was wrong with him? Did he get off on
embarrassing her further?
“Yes, I feel you, Alex.” Even her voice sounded
weak, but she watched in surprise as he briefly closed his eyes, as if her
words pained him almost.
“The way you stiffened in my arms, I knew you were
about to bolt, and I should let you, but you need to know something.” He opened
his eyes, and they seemed more green than brown now. “Make no mistake that I
want you.” He emphasized his point by grinding his erection into her, which had
a shocked cry leaving her. He felt so hard, so big, that she had no doubts he
knew exactly how to use the heavy length between his thighs. He took his hand
and slowly moved it down to rest on her hip. “Like right now I bet your pussy
is soaked.” His mouth was by her ear again, and the gentle, almost erotic feel
of his lips against that suddenly erogenous zone lit her on fire. She was wet, unbelievably so, and his coarse
presentation of pointing it out should have offended her, but all it did was
make her want more of it. “I also know if I slipped my hand between your legs
you’d let me.”
He was so cocky, but so right in everything he said.
Mary couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think clearly as he started moving his
fingers in a slow glide over her hipbone. He moved it around her body so he was
touching her bare back, and a surge of disappointment went through her that he
hadn’t followed through with what he said.
“But also don’t mistake who I am.” His words
confused her, but that might also have something to do with the fact he was so
damn close that if she leaned forward just an inch she would be kissing him. “I
was going to ignore the voice in my head telling me to leave you the fuck
alone, because I wanted you too fucking bad , Mary.”
His eyes were on her lips, and she licked them, not because she tried to
attract his attention, but because everything inside of her was on autopilot
now. “You’re so much better than this, than me, and the fact you want me just
as I want you makes this even harder.” He placed his hands on either side of
her head, creating a wall of thickly corded muscle. “I’ve fucked a lot of
women, Mary. A lot.” His words were like ice water
being thrown on her. She snapped her eyes to his and saw steely determination
in the brown/green depths. He was either being the biggest asshole imaginable,
or he was trying to push her away because he really did think she was too good
for him. “That’s what I like to do, and that’s what I’m good at. I don’t do
flowers and candy. I don’t go home and meet the parents, and I sure as fuck
don’t do relationships.” She flinched, but he stayed stoic. “Do you understand
me?”
She did, but her mouth had suddenly gone so dry she
couldn’t form a word. What had she been thinking, going after him, and thinking
Alex-fucking-Sheppard would give her more than one night with her?
“Yeah, you get it now.” He took a small step back
but still kept her caged in. “Now, if you just want a night of hard fucking,
that I can give you.” He let his eyes travel down her body, and she shivered
from the coldness of it all. Standing in front of her wasn’t the guy she had
just tutored a few hours ago, or the one she met at the sandwich
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