Chapter 9

Chris's POV:

Once the elevator door slid close, Alex's fingers was wrapping around my bare neck and jerking me forward against his hard length, my hands slid over his stomach and I shivered slightly when he tipped my jaw upwards with his grip on my throat which wasn't tight one bit, nor was it loose. He leaned his head down and brushed his lips lightly over my parted ones, I puffed out a hot breath against his lips, my eyes which were reduced to slit was staring into his while my fingers tangled themselves into the material of his shirt.

After dancing for a few more minutes, we left the dance floor and headed back to the bar. In no time, Alex settled with the bartender, and we left the club together. An hour later, we pulled into what I'd call the most beautiful penthouse I've ever seen face close. It was a huge penthouse and we got into the elevator which would take us to the penthouse after Alex exchanged a few quiet words with the securities and the receptionist sitting behind a table on the first floor.

My whole body was on fire, and I wanted to cum so bad, he had tease me throughout the ride back to his penthouse from the club, his fingers lightly brushing over my Jean covered hard on from time to time while handling the steering wheel with his other hand, his gaze barely leaving the busy road throughout. Each time he brushed his hand over my hard on, my hips would jerk up automatically to press myself into his hot palm and sending the zipper biting into my dick and my breath hitching in my throat each time.

He nudged me backwards and was pressing me into the walls of the elevator in the next second, his hand around my throat getting a little bit tighter, the pull sliding straight down my spine to end into my dick, making it jerk in my pants. His other hand buried themselves into my hair and he jerked my head backwards, I moaned breathily with my eyes fluttering open and close as my fingers tightened into the fabric of his shirt which I had bunched tight in my hands.

I was literally dying for him to kiss me and was about to beg for it but then he kissed my jaw and I puffed out another breath, he dragged his lips over my jawline, and I puffed out another breath. He lifted his lips away from my jawline and ghosted it over my lips, before I could blink, he was sucking on my lower lips slowly, his fingers dragging over my sensitive scalp and sending tiny bolts of pleasure rolling over my body in waves. His other hand which was wrapped around my throat tightened a little bit, eliciting a shaky moan from the depth of my throat, right into his mouth and he swallowed the sound down, deepening the kiss and tugging on the roots of my hair.

Oh fuck, yes! It was finally happening.

My hands tightened on his shirt, and I groaned into his mouth when his thigh slid in between mine to press hard against my dick.

He broke the kiss and I moaned into his throat when he ground his thigh into my dick, my grip tightening on his shirt. He suddenly pulled away from me, his touch leaving my throat and hair at the same time. I blinked up at him in confusion, having no idea as to why he was pulling away after promising to do a lot of things to my body tonight.

The elevator door slid open, and I flushed a little as the word 'oh' echoed in my head, he had pulled away because we had finally arrived on his floor.

I had totally forgotten where we were for a moment back there.

He led the way into the house, and I did the same while the elevator door slid shut behind me. The house was not in total darkness, neither was it engulfed in bright lights, a very dim light was the only light which was turned on in the penthouse and I could barely make out a thing, in the next moment, the whole place got flooded with bright lights.

I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the sudden brightness and glanced around my surroundings, we were in a very spacious room with paintings hanging off a few spots on the walls, it looked like a museum in here with pots of flowers positioned on different parts of the room.

"Chris?"

I jerked my head away from the painting I was looking at and faced Alex. He was standing on the other side of the room beside a door.

"C'mere." He stretched out his palm and I closed the distance between us, slipping my fingers into his the moment I got to his side, and he pushed open the door, pulling me along with him as he made his way into the most luxurious sitting room I've ever seen in my entire life. A long ass staircase led the way upstairs where I was sure it contained a wide ass bedroom.

Damn! I knew Alex was rich, but I didn't expect this level of richness.

Which started making me embarrassed as to how my apartment looked compared to his, his skin must have definitely been crawling irritating throughout his stay in my apartment.

The floor was gleaming and everywhere was spotless, making me wince and beat myself over the head in my mind as I remembered that my apartment has been the complete opposite of his when it comes to beauty, luxury and even cleanliness.

Ugh! I am such a loser in every area.

We got towards a bar fully stocked with drinks I was sure a bottle was my rent for a year. I glanced around the sitting room, cream and black colored couches were positioned in the middle of the sitting room, a huge television hung off the wall opposite the couches and I bit my lips in awe.

"Your house is really big." I whispered, my eyes still trailing over different things at the same time.

"It's a penthouse, it's supposed to be big." He replied and I dragged my gaze towards him. He had poured a drink into a glass and returned the drink back into the bar.

"You didn't pour me a drink?" I asked when he started drinking from the drink he had poured out." I want one."

"No, you don't, if you still want to remain sober tonight." He stated while swirling the content of the glass around slowly.

"Just one glass?"

"No more for you tonight," He answered firmly, and I swallowed, dropping the subject immediately and puffing out a breath. I knew there was no use pressing the issue again because I was sure he wasn't going to carve in tonight, especially since he had used that voice.

He threw the remaining content of the glass in his mouth and placed the glass on the counter while still watching me. I averted my gaze and instead focused them on the bar behind him, silently trying to identify each bottle of drink by their glasses and cartons colors.

I jolted when Alex's fingers suddenly closed around my wrist, jerking me towards him without warning. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking I was going to slam into him and afraid to hit my face into his chest, but his other hand steadied me by my shoulder, and I blinked up at him, heat pooling in the pits of my stomach as I watched as his eyes devoured my mouth before he even leaned down and captured my willingly, already anticipating parted lips.