Page 12 of A Fighting Chance
Happy.
Lifting her off my lap, I steady her before trying again. “You still need to get dressed.”
She watches me closely, her gaze scanning over my entire body until it lands on my erection. I don’t try to hide it, I’m not ashamed that she turns me on.
“What if I don’t want to get dressed, Ali?”
“I didn’t come here to get laid,” I argue.
She lifts her t-shirt above her head before dropping it to the floor. “But wouldn’t it be a fun bonus?”
***
Mercedes
Alistair stares at my breasts while adjusting his erection and for the first time since my surgery, I feel confident and beautiful. I don’t want to use my hands to hide my body from him, I want him to see it all.
“Come here,” his voice rumbles as he makes space between himself and the table before spreading his thighs.
I don’t hesitate to do exactly what he says. This is what I want, what I have always wanted. Alistair Chance. His hands on my hips cause me to shiver and he chuckles. He takes in every tattoo I have on display, his hands skimming up and down my body.
“You’re fucking stunning,” he murmurs before laying his lips on my scar. “I can’t believe you’re here right now.”
His lips travel up my body, drawing a full-body shiver from me before he kisses the underside of my sensitive left breast. He takes his time placing kisses and little love bites all over my breast before taking my nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. A loud moan falls from my lips, my head tossed back in ecstasy.
He releases my flesh with a loud pop before resting his chin on my stomach and staring at me with lust blazing in his gaze.
“Noises like that will have this over sooner than it should be, babe. I’ve been dreaming of this since before I knew what sex was. So, I need you to take a deep breath and let me enjoy you.”
I nod through the haze of lust. I need him to continue what he was doing. My body is begging for him. Getting up from the chair, Alistair lifts me in the air before depositing my ass on the table and stepping between my spread thighs. With his hand in the center of my chest, he gently pushes me down to lay flat on the cold hard surface.
“These are sexy as fuck,” he runs his finger along the inside of my lace panties. “I hope you aren’t attached,” he mumbles before a tearing sound fills the air and the scrap of material falls to the floor.
Oh. My. God. Why is that so fucking hot?
Alistair runs his hands up and down my thighs, pushing my legs apart wider. I hear the scrape of a chair on the tiles, but I am too lost in the moment to worry about what he could be doing. As long as he doesn’t stop touching me, I couldn’t care less.
He slides a finger between the lips of my pussy, and I squirm.
“You’re soaking,” he states before running his tongue along the same path. “Shit, you taste so good. Just like I knew you would.”
His words wrap around me, and I never want him to stop.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” I can hear the smile in his voice before his tongue returns to my center.
I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips as I hold onto the back of his head. “Alistair.”
My pleasure spurs him on and I feel him smile against my sex. His tongue runs from my asshole to my clit before making sweeping circular motions. As soon as I get used to what he is doing he changes it up. He sucks hard on my clit and thrusts two fingers into my weeping channel, and I let loose a shriek. My orgasm steals over me, robbing me of all thought. Right now, I don’t care if his mother is my neighbor or if she hears me. I can’t control my reactions.
Coming down from the single most explosive orgasm of my life, I find him leaning over me with a smile. But he is still fully dressed.
“Told you I didn’t come here to get laid,” he kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips. “I don’t have a condom.”
I feel vulnerable when I say the words, I know could change everything. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t have kids.”
Chapter Eight
Alistair