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Authors: D.D. Parker

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BOOK: Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3)
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It seemed so selfish. And maybe it was. But I just didn’t want to let him go just yet.

“Mr. Cruz,” a voice said from the crack of the open door, “you’re up.”

He looked at me, his eyes taking me in, and in the excitement of the moment his arms instinctively wrapping around my waist and drew me into him, pulling me unexpectedly. I felt our bodies meet, electricity shooting off between us, sparking every nerve in my body, lighting all my cells on fire. It was a physiological connection as much as anything else, something almost atomic about it.

The adrenaline was now crashing over the both of us in tidal waves. I felt the bulge of his jeans up against me, my breasts pushed against his strong, muscular chest. My hands found their way over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. He looked at me and pulled me in harder, tighter.

Closer.

He craned his neck down and our lips met, brushing against each other, ever so slowly. It was torture, feeling his moist lips, warm breath, a flick of his tongue across my upper lip. It sent a fireball straight to my center. My knees were weak, making me so very thankful he was holding me against him so closely.

So close.

Our lips met again, this time without teasing. They parted, our tongues dancing, passion exchanging between us for the very explosive first time. My fingers twined into the scruff of his hair that trailed up towards the top of his head. I gripped him tight and pushed him towards me, not wanting to let go.

He tasted so incredible.

His hands traveled down and cupped my ass, bringing me up higher. I felt his bulge grow against me.

“Sorry, Mr. Cruz. You’re up,” the voice repeated from behind the crack of the open door, music spilling in over him.

We broke our kiss, not very easily, and looked at each other. He stole one more kiss and one more squeeze of my ass and grinned. I noticed himself readjust his hard-on, concealing the bulge before hitting the stage.

I smirked at him. “Good luck. Even though you won’t need it.”

“See you after?” he asked, although something was telling me he didn’t think he even had to ask.

“Sure,” I said, feeling my confidence level shoot up to irregular levels.
 

He consumed me with his gaze, I could feel him admiring every inch of me as he separated from our embrace.

I knew I wanted him. I wanted him at whatever price he came with.

I just wasn’t expecting that price to be so high.

CHAPTER TEN

ALEXANDER WAS SMOLDERING HOT, STANDING there on the raised stage, clutching the microphone stand with both hands as he sang his spell. Because that’s what it was. When Alexander sang, it felt like a spell, creating just the exact emotion he intended to create. It wasn’t a mindless trip through a popstars candy filled fantasy. Alexander’s voice was deep, meaningful, captivating. And then when he would break and take to his guitar, the room would light on fire.
 

Everyone in that room was having the time of their lives while Alexander lived his dream. I could see it even from the dance floor. I could hear it in the way his voice would shake with emotion, adding depth. Then when the song would pitch and turn upbeat, the whole place was a beehive of dance, clubgoers losing their minds and their worries. It was all left on that dancefloor that night, on that stage.

I was one of those that gave an extended round of applause after Alexander’s set. I clapped until he stepped off that stage, climbing down off the black steps and locked in straight on me. I could see what he wanted, what he needed. He craved me after that taste in the VIP room, and now that his performance went flawlessly, well, he had to celebrate somehow.

Seeing Blake with Sadie did something to me too. It helped me hammer one more nail into the coffin of closure. It still wasn’t completely shut, but I felt like I was ready to be with Alexander. I was ready to let myself be happy, even if only for a night.
 

He came straight at me, the focus of a predatory tiger lasered in, its prey knowing its fate. I smiled, a little more mischievous than I had actually intended, and let him take me into his strong arms. He wrapped me into him in almost an instance. His hands floated down over the curve of my lower back and scooped me up by my ass, bringing our faces together as he kissed me.

I knew I had on a dress, but my legs still wrapped around him, his taste on my lips again. It only lasted a moment and I was back on the ground again, but it felt like a burning eternity.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed my wrist and almost dragged me to the room, the lights still dim and shaded red. With just us inside, the room recaptured its previous allure. The dangerously sexy resided in here. The ones that had rough edges, explosive relationships, passionate encounters. It felt like a place that held secrets, and was yearning to hold even more. The walls begging to see the dirty, scandalous lives of its rockstar residents.

And here I was, Alexander now guiding me inside and pulling me onto the dark red couch. I sat down as he hovered above me, my wrists pinned behind me by his firm grip. He looked down at me, a rebellious tassel of hair falling forward, dark and curled. He smelled of excitement, of pure, raw energy.

I wanted it.

His face fell forward and took mine, his lips pressing against mine in hunger, his hands coming up to get tangled in my hair, cupping the back of my head as his strong fingers intertwined with my locks. I breathed him in, took in the heat between us.
 

This was astronomical.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said to me, his words sounding just as sincere as his lyrics. He bit his lower lip, stopping himself from tearing off our clothes and taking me right there. I could tell. Just in the way his hips hung low, grazing my covered center, making me grow more and more excited.

I brought my lips back to his, wanting him in my mouth. I needed this exchange of desire, this loss of control. He broke the kiss and traveled down to the groove of my soft neck, kissing the pulsing flesh. His gentle bite transformed into something more aggressive, sucking at my neck, causing my fingers to involuntarily clutch the smooth leather fabric of his jacket. I tugged at it, I wanted it off.

He abided, leaving me neck and whipping off his jacket. He didn’t want to stop there, throwing his white t-shirt over his head and onto a side glass table. His body was perfectly chiseled, muscular and tone, strength underlying that fucking hot physique. He did me one even better and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles and coming back to hover over me.

His dark black Calvin Klein's hugged his cock tight, revealing the throbbing outline, even darker spots marking his pre-cum, the excitement overtaking him. He pressed his rock hard bulge down onto me as his mouth gripped my neck again, his hand coming down to fondle my breast. My nipples were both hard with excitement, pointed and electric with pleasure.

I pushed my hips up, meeting his.

“I want you on my tongue,” he said into my neck, his breath alone causing my panties to become soaking wet. I suddenly got a flash of guilt. What if this wasn’t right?

His tongue met mine again just as I felt his cock, the thick, hard shaft, push up against my covered mound. My nails scraped along his back, giving him what he wanted. I let go of his muscular shoulders and slid off my dark black lace, kicking it off one ankle and leaving my wetness exposed. The texture of his silky boxer briefs felt like heaven pushed up against my soaked mound, his excitement parting my lips through his underwear.

I moaned. Pushing away the guilt. Giving myself to the gorgeous man who was now kissing my inner thigh, his lips grazing my flesh, teasing me with pleasure. I thrust upwards, wanting him to take me. I had to have him slide his tongue in me.

His searing blue eyes met mine as lips met my throbbing clit. He tongued me, applying the perfect amount of pressure that sent me teetering towards the edge. I gyrated forward, rocking into his face, grabbing onto the armrest and letting my eyes roll back, following a beam of red light mixed with dull green. The music from outside blared in through the door. It all felt like it was in slow motion.

My free hand found itself tangled in Alexander’s hair as I moaned upwards towards the sky. His finger teased me as his tongue explored me. In one swift motion, he was inside me, curling his finger upwards and making me see stars. He palmed my pussy with a deep finger inside me, pushing me.
 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled into me. His accent making me feel like my body was on fire. I was so turned on, more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I met his quick thrusts of his palm with my rolling hips, and before I knew it, I let out a loud yell and threw my head back, losing myself in the music to the rocking orgasm that rolled through me. Waves of pleasure. My body felt like it was tossed into a hurricane of ecstasy as I climaxed onto Alexander’s devouring lips, his thick finger. I spasmed, my body losing control with each tremble that overtook me, my legs convulsing involuntarily.

Alexander grinned, I could feel him grin between my thighs, knowing he conquered me. He kissed my thighs again and brought himself up to my neck, rubbing my tender and pointed nipple through my dress.
 

“Take this off. I want to see you. Tudo de você.” The last bit. It sounded like Portuguese, the song-like quality making me dance up off the couch. I slipped out of the dress and let Alexander reach around to unclasp my bra, releasing my aching breasts. Alexander took no time at all to find my nipple in his mouth, rolling it in his teeth. I felt my body respond with more shockwaves, if that was even possible.

“I want you.”

“I fucking need you.”

He growled each statement as fact.

“Spread your thighs.” His hands parted me with his command. Something about his tone sent shivers of pleasure, the psychological game now coming into play. Alexander was used to be in power, controlling people in the room. It’s what he had just done outside. It’s what he was doing now.

I felt myself give him control. Give him my guilt. My worries. I shed all of that as Alexander spread my legs wide, running a finger down my wetness. He pulled his Calvin’s down and released his throbbing cock. It was thick, pulsing and dripping with his excitement. He stroked it, spreading the wetness of his pre-crum down the shaft and bringing it to my aching mound.

His pushed his hips forward, gently at first, growling into my neck, nipping at me. His thickness spread my lips open, exposing me. I groaned a primal moan into the side of his neck, my tongue flicking at his earlobe. I took it in my mouth and suckled as he positioned his stiff cock at my entrance.

With one thrust, he was buried to the hilt, his balls coming up against me.

I gasped with surprise and pleasure mixed with some unexpected pain as I stretched to accommodate his full size.

“Take me,” he said as he pulled out and buried himself back inside me. I was so wet, he slid without any resistance, my pussy wrapping tight around his rock hard rod. He picked up his pace, thrusting upwards, with an angle that was creating unbelievable amounts of pleasure.
 

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Alexander growled his command as he grabbed me by the hips and flipped us over. I was now sitting on his lap, facing down at his tight jaw, his lower lip being bit in pleasure.
 

I wanted to please him. I wanted to please myself. So I rode his cock, gyrating down on his rod, feeling him deep inside me. I went faster, harder, faster. I slammed down, his hands coming up to grab my breasts. My head fell back and let loose an uncontrolled moan as my inner walls clutched Alexander inside of me. My hands fell down onto his chiseled chest and supported me as another orgasm rocked through me, tearing through my muscles and making me collapse down onto Alexander, my head resting on the crook of his neck.

I bit at him as he still fucked me, stretching me. I was a minefield of pleasure but I couldn’t stop him, I pushed down as he thrust up.

“I’m so close,” he grunted. I reached down and felt his tight balls in my head, ready to unload.

“I’m going to cum.” He pulled himself out in one slick move and blew his sticky load onto my lower back, his cock pulsing in his hands. I felt each shot of his seed land on my warm back, his balls twitching and drawing upwards in my hands. It was enough to send me into another orgasm, feeling him cum so powerfully.

I moaned into his neck as both of our bodies came down from the incredibly high peaks they had been to.

“Wow,” I said, breaking down into a fit of gentle giggles, my muscles feeling like they were made out of cheap play-doh. Alexander looked at me, drinking me in, and kissed me. A smirk forming across his lips still pressed against mine.

“That was… it was incredible.” He nipped at my neck again. I took in another, short breath, trying to regain control of my senses. Every fiber in my being felt like it was set on fire, being one with Alexander. I felt confident. Something I hadn’t been used to before coming into college. But now, now I was growing. Yeah, the road ahead wasn’t exactly paved with rose petals and golden bricks, but I felt more hopeful.
 

Things were going to be ok.

At least that’s what Alexander brought me to me realize.

His lips met mine again, wishing they were never apart. It shocked me a little, just how far I had fallen in such a short timespan. It seemed like it was just one of those summer loves, the ones that happen in an instant that you think are just flashes in the pan. But this one was different in that respect.

I wasn’t so sure this was just a flash in the pan.

****

The music still blared, even after Alexander finished his performance. We pushed our way through the still energized club goers and posted ourselves by the bar. We had both wanted a glass of water and were disappointed to realize that water seemed to be the only liquid that wasn’t stocked in Alexander’s private bar. They had everything else except water.

“Two cups of water please,” he said to the bartender, catching her wispy attention with an outstretched finger. I noticed that his forehead still glinted with the dew drops of sweat from our passion. I snaked an arm around his lower back, feeling his thick, trunk like torso underneath my touch.

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