Chapter 20: Codename: Blackheart Chapter Twenty

Despite the lunch being filled with lies, it was really enjoyable, and Alec seemed to relax. Being stuck here for a week, I’m sure he was just happy to have another human to interact with and as far as humans go you can’t find a better one than John. I wonder how he’d react if he knew he was casually having lunch with two criminals. 

“Thank you so much for lunch, Rachel It was lovely,” John says as he pulls me into a hug in the doorway. 

I return the hug with a smile, “It was my pleasure. Thank you so much for dropping by.” As I let him go, Alec comes up behind me resting one hand on my hip as he extends the other to John.

“Was nice meeting you, John,” he says warmly.

“You too, Alec,” he says returning the handshake. “Take good care of her,” John warns.  

Alec smiles. “I’ll try, but she wears the pants around here,” he jokes. 

John throws his head back and laughs. He’ll break his neck one day if he keeps doing that. “You kids take care,” he says as he heads back to his apartment. 

I shut and lock the door turning around to see Alec in my personal space, forcing me to back up against the door.

“So, Rachel huh?” he asks, his voice deliciously low.

“Rachel Macintyre. Nice to meet you,” I say with a smile.

“But that’s not your real name, is it?” he asks knowingly. 

“Of course not,” I scoff. He nods thoughtfully, as he glances over at Crimson peeking out from under the handtowel. He reaches out, grabbing it to examine it without stepping away from me, as I silently watch him.

“Why do you answer the door with this?” he asks.

“Guns make noise.”

I can see his pupils have dilated as he looks deeply into my eyes. He moves closer and gently presses the tip of the blade to my sternum. Our eyes are locked and the air around us is electric. I feel no fear. For some reason, I don’t believe he’ll kill me. Plus, I’d kill him first if he even tried. 

He slowly and gently runs the tip of the blade down my sternum. I can feel the sting as it cuts my skin, but I don’t react, I just keep my eyes on his. He breaks his eyes away to glance down at my chest, his eyes widening in alarm realising he cut me. He didn’t apply any pressure; he just didn’t know how sharp Crimson is. He looks up, fear and concern filling his eyes. He tosses Crimson on the counter, then leans down and runs his tongue slowly along the cut, cleaning it. The sensation makes me gasp. It’s warm and wet and stings, but fuck, it’s turning me on. 

My breathing picks up when Alec looks up into my eyes again, his hands gripping my hips tight as his breathing picks up too. A silent message is moving between us; he wants this and so do I. At that moment, his lips crash down on mine, moving against mine with intense passion and need. I don’t hesitate to kiss him back. My arms lock around his neck pulling him down further as I kiss him harder. Though his kisses are hard and urgent, his lips are so soft and plump that I can’t get enough of them. His tongue lightly teases the seam of my lips, causing a soft moan to escape me. I run my tongue lightly along his lips in return, brushing against the tip of his tongue. A deep groan sounds in his throat as his hands make their way down to my ass and squeeze as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as I feel myself getting wet with need. 

He carries me to the bedroom and gently lays me down against the sheets, pushing my laptop onto the floor. All I can hear is our loud breathing and my blood pumping in my ears. He kisses along my jaw and down my neck, heat shooting through me each time his lips connect with my skin. His next kiss is just below my collarbone, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs through me as my breathing hitches. I can feel him smiling against my skin realising he found my sweet spot. When he slowly runs his tongue below my collarbone, I let out another moan. 

My hands make their way down his toned, clothed body to his ass. I slide my hands inside his joggers and briefs and squeeze his bare ass, pulling him forward, eager for the friction that he willingly gives me. He presses himself against my pussy, allowing me to feel just how hard he is, making me throb in anticipation and need. 

His lips make their way back up my neck and his hands dive under my top. His hands feel so soft against my skin, and I just want more of his touch. He sits up and pulls my top off, tossing it only God knows where. He looks down at me, admiring my body while my eyes are transfixed on his movements. He pulls his top off and I gulp at the delicious specimen hovering over me. His gorgeous, tanned skin, a sprinkling of hair over his pecs and his slightly defined muscles begging to be tasted. He leans over me, one hand by my head supporting his weight as the fingers of his other hand gently trail down my body, going from my neck, down to my belly button. It’s so soft and sensual that it has my toes curling and my eyes rolling back. 

He leans forward and kisses the sides of my mouth softly. “You weren’t lying,” he whispers in a husky voice that has my insides clenching for him.

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“No other tattoos,” he says with a smirk. I can’t help but laugh and he smiles down at me, making my heart flutter. He smiles at me as if he is looking at the most precious thing in the world. 

He softly kisses my shoulder and peppers kisses down to my right breast as my fingers finally find their way into his thick, luscious hair. He ever so lightly circles his tongue around my areola avoiding my nipple, teasing me so perfectly as his fingers glide up my sides. Finally, his tongue slowly glides over my nipple in such a soft caress, that I sink my teeth into my lip releasing a heavy moan. My hands tug at his hair, with my nails gently grazing his scalp, causing him to groan pleasurably against my nipple. The vibration it causes is euphoric. 

His lips and tongue continue to tease my nipple in this slow, gentle game. I’d call it torture, but torture never felt this good. His hand comes up and massages my left breast with the perfect amount of pressure. He detaches his mouth from my nipple and I almost whimper at the loss. He licks the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and then proceeds to tweak my left nipple with them, the wetness making them more sensitive. My hold on his hair tightens and I can barely control my breathing as my body writhes beneath him. His hands move lower and begin unbuttoning my jeans, as he moves his mouth to my left breast, his tongue teasing my nipple. He sucks it so gently causing, another moan to slip from my lips. I’ve never met a man who was this good at foreplay. I should send a thank you gift basket to Peyton Grigoras.

Alec sits up and yanks my pants down. His hands glide up my legs and thighs, I can’t look away from him. Watching how he handles my body and seeing the bulge in his pants is making my body burn hotter by the second. His eyes are going over every inch of my body as if committing it to memory when he suddenly groans. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he says in a thick voice. Sweet Jesus. Just hearing him say that turns me on even more. At this point, I’m so wet that I could give Niagara Falls a run for its money. 

He pulls my panties down and tosses them in the same direction the rest of my clothes have disappeared in. He lowers his body down on top of me; feeling his skin against mine just makes me throb harder. His lips start moving against mine slowly, taking their time, my lips matching his pace. This may be the greatest kiss I’ve ever experienced. He reaches down and lifts my leg up a bit. Not breaking his lips from mine, his fingers gently graze down my inner thigh making my whole body quiver and as he reaches my pussy, he starts slowly gliding his finger up and down between my folds. I grip the back of his neck, moaning into the kiss as his finger teases over my entrance and against my clit going back and forth at a pace I can only describe as heaven. 

“Are you always this wet?” he whispers in a sensual voice before pressing his lips back against mine. 

“No,” I moan honestly, and I can feel him smile against my lips in response. His lips make their way down my neck as the tip of his finger slowly enters me. He starts flicking it back and forth at a medium pace at my opening as he would my clit. I’ve never had someone do this before, but fucking hell, I was not expecting something so simple to feel so amazing. My insides feel hot, my pussy is clenching uncontrollably, and soft moans continue flying out of my mouth. 

His finger keeps up its rhythm. God, I don’t want him to stop. I can feel an orgasm building and he’s not even inside me or playing with my clit. This man knows what he’s doing. When he sucks on my earlobe, my hips rock of their own accord, my body unable to stay still from the pleasure he’s giving me. Just as I feel I could come; he moves his hand away and I catch my breath. He’s not done with me, and the thought is thrilling. What else can this man do to me? He could kill me right now and I wouldn’t care. This is a great way to die.