Beyond 10 Nights (17 page)

She didn’t know why, but she found his words a
challenge and she moved closer to him, pressing her body against his. “It
matters to me, I feel like fucking.” The words slipped from her lips before she
could stop them. She blushed but refused to move away or even take her eyes
from his; the hell with Rhett, she thought, if he didn’t want her to be his
then she would find a way to move on.

Alex backed away, knowing things were heading in a
direction that was best avoid. “Leah, you are gorgeous, I can’t deny that, and
I am flattered, but this is something you would almost certainly regret in the
morning, and I would hate for that to happen and for things to become awkward
between us.” For her sake he hoped she was going to heed his advice, because
his body was on board with what she wanted and he was having a hard time
resisting the urge to give in.

“Sometimes you have to do things you regret, just so
you know you’re alive.” She remembered Janie telling her that one time early on
in their friendship, after she had recovered from a morning of throwing up
following a frat party. “Do you want me or not?” Where her brazen attitude had
come from she had no idea, but right then she found herself wanting him
desperately; Rhett’s insistence that he be her only lover burned in her mind
and she was determined that she would not allow his words to become truth.

“Think about this, Leah, think very carefully. I want
you, sure, of course I do, but I don’t want this to be something you will
regret in the morning, and right now I think you will.” He hoped she came to
her senses because he wanted what she was offering, even knowing it was a bad
decision didn’t stop him wanting it. He knew he should stop things, she was
emotionally unstable and not in control of her actions right then, but he
didn't, he couldn’t bring himself to do the right thing and simply walk away
though.

Leah didn’t need to hear anymore, he wanted her, and
she wanted him. To hell with tomorrow, she thought as she walked over and
wrapped her arms around his neck, crushing her lips against his, daring him to
deny her. It felt powerful to be the one in control and she enjoyed it.

As she felt him pull back she lowered her hand to his
cock and stroked him through the thin material. “Do you really want to stop?”

He was defeated, and he knew it, the touch of her small
hand on his length, even through his trousers, was enough to make his resolve
crumble. All the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this were gone the moment
she took control.

It would be her choice, he decided, something he
rarely allowed any woman to have when it came to sexual pleasure, but on this
occasion he would it be all about her. “If you want this, Leah, then take it,”
he told her. Consequences be damned, he thought, if she decided in the morning
it had been a mistake then it would be hers, he had given her every chance to
back away.

She hadn’t been prepared for him to give in so easily,
and the thought of doing what she wanted for a change sent a surge of
adrenaline through her. "You mean you’ll let me do whatever I want to
you?” The thought had never crossed her mind before and her hand stilled on his
cock.

“Tomorrow morning, if you wake up and decide this was
not the right call I don’t want you blaming me. I’ll give you whatever you
want, but you have to tell me exactly what that is.” He groaned as her hand
squeezed him through the relatively thin material of his sweatpants.

Every other thought was forced out of her mind by his
declaration. He was giving her the choice of walking away or having her way
with him, the thought made her giggle. There was no way in hell she wasn’t
going to take the opportunity he had presented her, she decided.

Tomorrow was a long way off, and as far as she was
concerned it could go to hell, she wanted the sexy man before her and he was
offering himself up, it would be foolish of her to refuse him, she told
herself. “Let’s go into your room.” Before she could be overtaken by second
thoughts she turned and led the way across the suite.

Standing at the side of the bed, Alex waited to see
what she would do. He could tell as she bit her lip that she was more than a
little nervous about the whole scenario. “If you change your mind, all you have
to do is walk away.” He wanted her to understand that whatever she decided, it
was entirely up to her, though he hoped she wasn’t going to leave. His cock was
throbbing, almost painfully, and he knew if she did change her mind he was
going to have to have a cold shower and take care of himself.

“I don’t want to walk away; I just don’t know what to
do with you.” She hadn’t meant to say that aloud and the moment she realized
she had she flushed, her cheeks going a deep tomato red.

Chuckling softly at her admission, Alex was forced to
admit to himself that he found her adorable. “You could start by asking me to
get undressed,” he suggested, not wanting to guide her but feeling that she
could do with a starting point. The situation was not only new to her, it was
unfamiliar to him, he hadn’t allowed a woman to control him since the last day
of training by his former mistress when he first found the lifestyle, and that
was more years in the past than he cared to think about.

“Okay, um, would you mind undressing for me.” Nibbling
on her lower lip she hoped she wasn’t being too demanding.

Her half-hearted command made him decide that for things
to work he was going to have to do a little topping from the bottom, to
encourage her. “No, I wouldn’t mind at all, would like me to do that?” He
wanted her to express what it was she wanted from him.

Leah hadn’t expected that reaction and realized she
was going to have to give him explicit instructions. “Undress for me,” she told
him, projecting a wholly unfamiliar note of command into her voice that time.

Holy hell he was beautiful, she thought as she watched
him slide his jogging bottoms down his long firm legs. His washboard abs,
strong thighs, and his cock, the man was built like a race horse, she thought,
feeling a little intimidated. “Lay down on the bed,” she ordered softly once he
was naked, as she tried to get her heart to stop racing from the sheer size of
him.

Alex resisted the urge to smile at the way her eyes
widened when he revealed himself. He knew he was big, his size was a matter of
pride to him, but he wasn’t the sort of person to boast about it, even if it
did amuse him and stroke his ego when he saw how women reacted to it.

Following her orders he lay back in the middle of the
bed, resting his hands under his head, allowing her the opportunity to take a
good long look at his body. He spent a fair bit of time keeping himself in
shape and knew he presented a good image naked, he also knew that Leah was
enjoying what she saw.

What was she supposed to do now she wondered nervously
as she crawled up on the bed with him; he was like something out of a magazine,
too perfect to be true, and she didn’t know whether to touch him or just sit
back and enjoy the spectacular view.

She couldn’t bring herself to just go for it and grab
his impressive length; it seemed too forward, even for her current mood, so she
allowed her hands to trail over his smooth chest, enjoying the hard contours
beneath her fingers.

He gritted his teeth as she explored his nipples,
teasing them with her fingers and nails; the pleasure was almost painful in its
acuteness. It pleased him that she was so fascinated with his body, but her
playful touch was leaving him on the edge of orgasm and he didn’t want to cum
until he was inside her. When her mouth suckled his nipple he bit back a groan
of sheer pleasure.

“Am I hurting you?” Lifting her mouth she wondered if
she was doing something wrong, he sounded as though he was in pain.

“No, you’re torturing me, but you’re not hurting me,”
he told her with a laugh as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her.

“I don’t think I’m any good at this.” Her voice was
defeated and she wondered if she should just give up on the whole thing.”

“Don’t talk about yourself that way,” he said, a
little more sharply than he intended, angry that she would think like that.
“Maybe if you let me taste you, it will be a little less torturous.” He knew he
was playing on her emotions, but he had to know what she tasted like.

“What part would you like to taste?” She was blushing
again, but given the situation she felt it would be impossible for her not to.

“If you undressed you could show me which part of you
would enjoy my tongue.” He refused to lead her any further; though he knew very
well which part of her he ached to delve into.

His words made perfect sense to her heated mind and
she slid quickly off the bed so she could reach behind her and undo the zip at
the back of the dress. When the zip reached the bottom she slipped the thin
spaghetti straps off her shoulders so the dress could slip down her body, which
it did, as if displaying its own eagerness to get her naked. She wasn’t wearing
a bra; it wasn’t possible beneath the dress, which left just her panties.

She bit her lip as she hooked her fingers into the
waistband of her panties and bent to slide them down her legs, baring her ass
to his view. She was embarrassed about facing him, now that she was naked, and
had to clench her hands into fists at her sides as she worked up the nerve to
turn around.

She was unbelievably beautiful, even viewed from the
rear, he thought as he ran his eyes over her heart-shaped ass and the porcelain
skin of her back. He had to see more. “Turn around,” he demanded softly,
forgetting his place in the night’s events momentarily. His cock throbbed as
she complied, she was stunning, he thought as his gaze moved over her full breasts,
the rosy pink nipples begging for his mouth. She was clean shaven, and that
along with the shiny piercing, visible in her clit, had his balls clenching in
need. “Beautiful.”

She didn’t take down her hair, even though it would
have shielded her more from his sight. His words gave her the confidence she
needed and she crawled back up on the bed. Without thinking she lowered her
breasts until they were mere inches from his mouth, wanting him to suckle her.
She didn’t care if he thought her behavior brazen; she wanted him to taste her.

He wanted to touch her, but knew the moment he did she
would no longer be in control. Instead he kept his hands still on the bed,
which was far tougher than he would have imagined, and lifted his head so he
could stick out his tongue and circle the tightening bud of her left breast.
When it had hardened to a peak he took it deeply into his mouth, suckling.

She pushed her breast against his face as he drove her
crazy with his mouth. It wasn’t enough, not by a long shot, and she couldn’t
help herself, “More,” she demanded, not sure what exactly she was asking of
him, only that she needed more than what he was doing just then.

He bit down lightly on the taut peak before releasing
it, enjoying her soft whimper. “What would you like me to do?” he asked.

“Touch me.” She was aching to feel his fingers where
she ached the most, and had no qualms about demanding it.

Reminding himself that he was letting her lead, he
lifted a hand from the bed and moved it to her shaved mound. She was already
straddling him, so his fingers had easy access to her silken folds, which he
stroked lightly, teasing her. Finding the clit piercing, which he had been
surprised to see, he tugged gently on it, eliciting a moan.

“Is this what you need?” He continued to caress her
folds but refused to slide so much as the tip of a finger inside her warm heat
without her asking for it.

The friction of his fingers over her heated flesh was
incredible, but it wasn’t enough. “No.” She struggled for a moment or so, not
sure she could ask him to do what she wanted and needed him to.

“You have to tell me what pleases you, Leah.” This was
her call, and he refused to let her forget that.

“I want your fingers inside me.” She flushed as she
said the words, and then cried out softly as he slowly inched one solitary
finger inside, before pulling it out again. “Again,” she demanded when he
stopped, not sure how long she could keep it up, already her body was drenched
with desire; she wanted him desperately.

He stroked her with unhurried patience, knowing that
her body wanted more, but waiting on her to tell him that. This was her
opportunity to have her needs filled, and he wasn’t about to take that away
from her.

It wasn’t enough and it frustrated her that he wasn’t
moving his fingers faster. She attempted to ride him with her hips, but still
she needed more. “Alex, please!”

“Tell me what you need.” He could see the growing
frustration in her movements, but all she had to do was tell him what she
wanted.

“Fuck me.” She didn’t care if it sounded bad, his
finger wasn’t giving her what she wanted and she was aching to find release.

“My cock is there, use it like you want.” He could
tell by the expression on her face that the thought hadn’t even occurred to her
and he fought back a grin. He was rock hard, and if his fingers weren’t doing
she needed, then he had no problem with her riding him to fulfillment.

Pulling herself off his finger Leah quickly moved down
his body, encircling his cock with her hand. Unlike Rhett, whose cock she
couldn't grasp fully in one hand, she could get her hand around Alex’s, though
only just.