CHAPTER TEN
WITH WET HAIRand only an oversized t-shirt and panties to wear, I crept down the basement stairs to Alex’s room. I shivered, unsure if it was due to the chilly air or the anticipation of what was to come. There was no noise that I could make out, and when I descended to the basement, Alex was simply lying in bed reading.
He glanced up and patted the bed next to him, beckoning me to come lie down. Heart pounding, I walked over quickly and slid in next to him, immediately grateful for the heat his body provided in the chilly basement. I curled up next to him, his extended arm wrapping around my waist, and waited for him to stop reading. After a couple of minutes, he set his book down on the nightstand and turned to me.
“You look beautiful,” he purred.
“Thanks.” I cast my eyes down, smiling. I never knew how to take compliments.
Alex sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, pulling me along with him. His every move caused the electricity of anticipation in my body to heighten.
“Come here.” He patted his leg, motioning for me to sit on his lap. I stood and did as he said. “Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Look like you don’t believe me when I compliment you.” His hand, which he had placed on my hip, began to wander.
I shrugged in response. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” He traced his fingers up my abdomen then across my collarbone. Heat pooled low in my belly at the memory of his hands around my neck earlier today.
“It’s just been a long time since I’ve been given compliments like that. Even when I was in a relationship a couple years ago, I never got this sort of attention.” I didn’t really want to be talking about my feelings at this moment when I was practically dripping with need after thinking about him fucking me for the last hour.
“Well,” he said, “you better get used to it.” His lips brushed my cheek. “You’re smart, clever, and funny.” He slowly slid his hands down to the hem of my shirt then pulled it up over my head, immediately moving his hands back to my waist. “You have a stunning body,” he continued. Trailing his hands upward again, he cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from me. “You have fucking amazing tits.” I leaned back and rested my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes and relishing the feeling of him lightly flicking my now-hard nipples. One of his hands continued while the other inched downwards. When his fingers slipped inside my panties and dipped into me, he let out a low groan. “And your pretty little pussy is fucking perfect.” I moaned as he slipped his fingers through the slickness and brought them back up to the top, circling my clit softly and slowly. I needed more.
“Fuck, Alex,” I moaned. I had never really been the type to want sex more than one a day (or once a week, for that matter), but he and Damien were doing things to me that I couldn’t explain.
“So you better take those compliments to heart, because I meant every one, and you need to get used to hearing them.” I could only nod in response. “Now,” he continued, “remember all of the things I just said to you, because I’m not going to be nearly as nice in a couple minutes.” I clenched my thighs together at his words, fantasizing about what he might do next. But instead of lying back down on the bed like I thought he would, he stood me up, then got up himself. I looked at him questioningly as he grabbed my hand and led me to the other side of the room toward . . . the bookshelves?
But no, he wasn’t leading me to the books. He was bringing me over to the hanging hammock chair in the corner of the room. What the hell?
Oh my god. I was an idiot. It wasn’t just a cute little hanging chair to curl up and read in like I had thought. I had never seen a sex swing in person before, but I at least knew how they worked. I could only assume that this was one, or at least could be used as one. I had briefly wondered earlier why it wasn’t closer to the wall. Now I knew.
I glanced over at Alex, my mouth slightly agape, and he bit his lip, clearly holding back a laugh.
“Mother fucker,” I mumbled as heat rose to my cheeks when I thought about me complimenting it earlier.
Alex snickered. “To be fair, I do sometimes use it as a chair.”
“Shut up.” I couldn’t help but still feel a little awkward, but my embarrassment was quickly replaced by intrigue as he helped lift my ass into the fabric while I pulled myself up by the sides.
Alex moved so that he was standing at my side, then pulled out some of the scrunched fabric under my ass so that it cradled my back. I leaned back into it. This would be a comfortable chair, I thought absentmindedly. But I immediately drew my attention back to the task at hand as Alex walked to my front and dropped his pants. I inhaled sharply at the sight. The last time we had had sex, I wasn’t able to get a good look at him. Now, with him naked in the low light of the basement, I wondered how any woman could possibly let him get away. He was a bit of an asshole sometimes, but holy fuck. This man should be a goddamn model.
He took a step toward me, stopping between my legs and slowly peeled off my now-wet panties. It was no secret now that I was dying for him. I wouldn’t even try to hide it. Leaning down over me, he threaded his fingers through my hair and placed a kiss on my forehead. He took a step forward, fitting himself at my entrance before slowly sinking into me. The sensation of fullness inside me elicited a soft gasp. At this angle, leaning back slightly but still mostly upright, it felt different, more intense.
“Alex, oh my god.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he breathed, each thrust deliberate as he moved in and out of me. He felt so damn good I could barely handle it. One of his hands moved across my chest, brushing against my nipple, while he used the other hand to steady himself by holding one side of the hanging fabric. With the leverage he had, each of his thrusts pushed me back slightly, creating a rocking motion where I slid fully onto his cock over and over again. Alex pinched my nipple, rolling it deftly between his fingers, and I let out a moan.
“Harder,” I whispered. He tightened his fingers around my nipple, causing a small, sharp pain that lit my nerves on fire. Fuck.
“Hurt me.” I wasn’t sure why I said it or why I wanted it, but it came out before I had a chance to think about it. I wanted the pain.
He opened his eyes, which had been shut tightly under his furrowed brow, and looked at me curiously before flashing his teeth in a wicked smile. He slammed his cock into me, hard and fast. I threw my head back and cried out at the sensation, amazed that anything could feel this intense.