Chapter 21: Codename: Blackheart Chapter Twenty-One

His lips find mine again and I kiss him with as much passion as I can muster as I hold his face. His hands are pushing down his pants when he suddenly freezes. He groans, but not from pleasure as he rests his forehead on mine. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask breathlessly.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says frustratedly. I smile at how he at least thought of it. 

I kiss him gently. “I have an implant, it’s okay,” I reassure him.

He looks into my eyes, “Are you sure?” he asks, uncertainty in his voice.

“Do I look unsure to you?”

He smiles, relaxes, and finishes pushing his joggers and briefs down. I watch his cock spring free, and I immediately start to salivate. Fuck, is there any part of my body not made wet by this man? He’s about five and a half inches, which is my ideal length. Anything beyond that is pushing it. But what I’m amazed by is his girth. I think I’d just barely manage to get my hand around that thing and now I’m grateful for how wet he’s made me. 

He leans forward pressing, his body against mine and my hands find their way to his back. My fingertips trace the length of his back and I feel him shiver at my touch. Our eyes lock again as he reaches down, takes his cock in his hand, and starts rubbing the tip against my clit. Another moan escapes me, my head rolling back. He keeps this up for a little bit, causing my breathing to increase. Just when I think I’m going to come, he slowly enters me, stopping with just the tip inside me. I open my eyes to look at him to see if something is wrong and he answers with a smirk. Slowly, he moves back and forth teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock just as he had done with his finger and it’s… holy shit.

“Fuck…” I moan as my fingers grip his shoulders. He softly chuckles but keeps going. My insides are clenching out of control in a way I’ve never felt before; it’s pleasure overload. He keeps this up as his mouth closes on my left nipple and my fingers make their way back into his hair. The next clench made by my pussy causes a delightful spasm to rocket through my body, like some kind of pre-orgasm. No one, and I mean, no one, has made my body do this before. 

The moment my pre-orgasm rockets through me, he sinks his cock inside me to the hilt. I throw my head back in ecstasy, releasing a deep, loud moan at the same time a guttural groan comes from him. The sound of his pleasure nearly causes me to come undone. His thrusts are slow and deep as he takes his time. My moans fill the room, and the sound of his heavy breathing increases my arousal. With each stroke, I can feel every inch of him. I can feel myself becoming addicted to the sensation. His mouth alternates between my nipples, my fingers clawing down his back. When he shifts his hips, changing the angle as he continues to thrust, he hits a spot inside me that has my body arching against him.

“Oh, God!” I cry out. 

He stops thrusting, pulling out of me. I look at him confused and honestly, annoyed. But he's got a look of determination that makes me gulp. 

He reaches over, grabbing a pillow from behind me. “Lift your hips,” he instructs, and I oblige. He places the pillow under my hips, so I’m slightly raised. Once I’m settled he moves closer, sliding back inside me, making me moan again. He guides his hands to my hips grabbing them as he sits back on his heels and starts thrusting again. At first slowly, but gradually he picks up the pace. With each thrust, he’s hitting that same delicious spot inside me. My hands grip his forearms as my cries of pleasure echo around the room. I can feel that knot inside me tightening, begging for release. I feel myself getting close when his thrusts start to quicken. 

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he orders and again I follow his order without hesitation. My eyes are on his as I cry out with every thrust. The way he’s looking at me is so intense, making me feel more exposed than I ever have. The knot inside me is building tighter and tighter until I can’t hold it back anymore. “Don’t close your eyes,” he grunts. With great effort, I keep my eyes open and on his, as I scream out in pleasure, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had ripping through me. Every muscle in my body is tensed like a snake ready to strike. “Fuck, you feel so good!” he cries as he continues to thrust, chasing his own release. 

As I feel myself coming down from the high, he pulls the pillow out from under me, tossing it and lowers himself to me. His hands hook under me, grabbing my shoulders and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him to me. He presses his lips against mine and I return his kiss as he starts thrusting into me hard and fast, the sound of slapping flesh exciting me as I cling to him. He buries his face in my neck, his grunts and groans filling my ear. My throat is dry from all the moaning, but his pace is so unrelenting I can’t stop the sounds coming out of me. His thrusts speed up even further, almost erratically and his hold on me tightens, then with one hard thrust and a loud and primal groan, he comes inside me. He slowly lifts his head, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowly pumps into me a couple more times. 

We’re both panting, sweat coating our skin, but neither of us moves. We just stay like this looking at each other. For just this moment, I’m not thinking of plans and conspiracies and murder plots. I’m just enjoying how amazing I feel and how amazing he feels. I move my hand up, pressing it against his cheek and let my thumb brush against his lips. He gives my thumb a soft kiss and leans his cheek against my palm as his eyes close contentedly. He looks so beautiful and peaceful right now. I don’t believe in an after-sex glow – no one looks good after sex – but the calmness on his face makes me feel happy in a way I don’t recognize.

Things just got very complicated. 

Alec surprises me by lowering his head to my chest and holding me tight, his cock still buried inside me, which I don’t actually mind. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his sweaty hair softly.

“I’m sorry I cut you. I didn’t mean to,” he says softly. 

I smile, “It’s okay. I’d say you more than made it up to me,” I smirk. 

He chuckles. “Are you okay?” he asks as he places a gentle kiss on my cut. 

I smile down at him, “I’m pretty great. How are you?”

He smiles up at him, “Can honestly say, I’ve never felt better,” he grins. Now it’s my turn to chuckle. He relaxes his head back on my chest. “I’ve never done that before,” he says, making me freeze. What? Was he a virgin? No, he couldn’t be... “I mean sex without a condom. I’m not a virgin,” he chuckles, answering my silent question. 

Thank fuck for that.

“How was it?” I ask, genuinely curious. 

“Amazing, if I’m being honest. But I don’t know if it was because of the no condom thing or because…”

“Because what?” 

“Because of you,” he says quietly. My heart begins to pick up speed at his words. I’m not used to so much mushiness in my life, and I don’t even know how sincere it is, but if it’s a lie I’m okay with pretending it’s real for now.

“Your heart is racing,” he says. 

I shrug, not knowing what to say. He sits up, finally pulling out of me, making me realise how much I enjoyed having him close like that. He lays beside me and pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead. We don’t say anything. I just close my eyes and allow myself to relax in his arms. I’ll deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.