Chapter 393
"This is my mother's study. It's disrespectful in many ways. We should just wait and put this on the back burner until we get back to the house." His words say one thing but the look on his face and the way his eyes lock on my mouth say another. Alexi is stirring with untamed lust too.
"Only if we get caught." I smile wickedly and aim for his mouth, leaning in further to plant a kiss on him. Much like his power over me, Alexi relaxes into my kiss and parts his lips to let me get my tongue inside that mouth. Tracing my tongue over his, intoxicated with the delicious taste of him and pushing him into a passionate make-out session. As soon as his hands loosen, I wriggle mine free and go straight to unbuttoning his trousers. Not backing down that easily. He's not the only one who can seduce into submission, and he needs to learn we both have skills for doing it.
"Cam!" Alexi warns, pulling away from my lips and again attempts to stop me by catching my hands, and this time he brings them up to his face to lightly kiss my knuckles apologetically. Indecision flickering over that face and I lean past him and flick the lamp off.
"Maybe with no lights you might feel less inclined to remember where we are. It's just a room, and we never got to finish what you started on your desk at the club. I've had crazy, horny fantasies about you fucking me on a desk since then." I point out, licking my lips before going back to administering kisses and nibbles across his throat. Undeterred because he isn't pushing me away from him despite stilling my hands. Alexi is wavering between no sex because this is Mummy's room and full-blown desk sex because he wants it.
He's infuriating me with his lack of getting involved, but I'm not easily swayed. A part of me wants to defile this room with him, just because the bitch has excluded him in every way and no way deserves his respect. She makes him miserable and singles him out as something broken. Fucking him on her desk will give me great pleasure imagining her sitting here to compose whatever holier than thou correspondence she fills her mundane life with, right where her son nailed me. In my immature brain, it seems like the ideal way to deliver juvenile payback.
Alexi allows my kisses and slowly runs his hand up my thigh to my waist before pushing me away again gently, just enough to bring my face back to his and stop my serious heavy petting. I sigh again loudly.
"Shh. What's wrong in screwing your wife? No one will find out; it can be our naughty little secret," I point out, cutting off his verbal rejections and slide right back in. His body is telling me he is getting turned on and thinking about it, but his mind is putting that prick of a woman at the forefront and probably chastising him for always disappointing her. I can feel his erection growing against my pelvis and the way his hands are itching to roam my body. His kiss alone tells me he's hornier than hell.
"It's not that." Alexi sounds forlorn and utterly deflated and I step back, and even though he can't see me, I frown at him harshly. Disappointed in the hold she has over him and a little pissed that of all people, I can't break it. I'm meant to be his queen and I should have way more sway than her. I at least deserve his respect and care, she does not.
"Fine, if you won't fuck me then I will just amuse myself, get off the desk I want to sit there." I shove him playfully and smile when he obeys and moves, pushing past and feeling my way out to get to the edge, turn and slide myself onto it. His hand stays on my shoulder so he can feel where I am, and he comes back to me. Standing so close I can feel the electric sizzle in the air around us. Supercharged sexually and still inhaling that favourite scent of his. My insides turning themselves inside out with the need to have sex, now he has me all antsy and turned on.
"If you won't play with me, maybe I will just play with myself. I'm knickerless and horny. Turn on the light and watch if you want." I utter seductively, emphasising my words with a huskier tone and slight purring. Knowing how to push my king's buttons.
Undeterred with the lack of response as he mulls it over, I switch on the light anyway, smiling at his heavy hooded gaze that is fixed on me like a panther waiting to devour his kill. It's exactly what I was hoping for.
I turn and slide my hands down over my breasts and down my dress, edging it up when I get to the hem so I can have full access to the little display I'm about to put on for him. I'm not shy about masturbating; I reckon it will change his mind pronto.
I wiggle and slide until it's high enough to expose all I have and then lean back on one arm and slowly lower myself to lie across her desk, lifting my feet to the edge so he gets a full view. Legs akimbo, lady parts taking centre stage and I prepare to finger fuck myself until he joins in.
Alexi doesn't wait to see if I will go ahead and self-pleasure; like a dog in heat, he's on me in a second, lust taking over and pulls my body to the edge of the desk to butt his groin against my naked genitals. A little aggressive tug that bounces me against him and I elicit a happy giggle with the sudden change in him. He leans over me to capture me in a kiss that sends us into a frenzied passion and seals his fate. Alexi wants what I'm offering, and he just committed.
Screw you, Mummy Carrero. Your naughty boy is going to christen your desk, and I may leave my thong in the drawer as thanks.
Teeth, tongues, lips, coming together of a rather aggressive game of tonsil tennis as his hands slide up my body and I wrap my legs around his waist. Moaning quietly with the way he ignites every nerve ending in me. Body tingling and on fire within seconds as I rub myself against the button and rough zip on his trousers, pushing myself into a fevered frenzy of longing.
There is no real foreplay, just a sudden need to consummate our passion right here and now and I reach down and unbutton him so he can spring free from the confines of fabric. Alexi feels me out, probing my warmth with his fingers, finding me wet and willing and doesn't waste time on formalities.
He slides into me soon as he leans back over me and presses down on me as he does so, so our bodies fit snugly and muffle my moans of pleasure as they overtake me. Snug as a hand in a glove, he fills me up in the best kind of way, spreading that pulsating, gorgeously good feeling up through my pelvis and into my abdomen as he starts fucking me on his mother's desk. My wild one unleashed and doing what he does best. Untamed in all his glory and a little feral mating.
When I groan, he puts a hand over my mouth to silence me and earns himself a bite and a grin. His mouth coming to my throat, my hands tangling in his thick dark hair as we get lost in the motion of a quick release.
I lift my pelvis to him and encourage faster stiffer strokes, hard screwing for a fast climax and don't worry at all about skill. This is to satisfy a craving and a short quickie to pass the time while being stuck in here. I don't care about the execution as long as I have him inside me, joined to me intimately. I feel whole when Alexi and I are having sex. Nothing compares to having him all over me, possessing me and making me his all over again.
It's only moments of sheer bliss, him grinding on top of me as I try my hardest to keep quiet, mumbling quietly, clawing his neck half to death with my talon sharp nails as heat and ecstasy ride up in waves from my pelvis, and I close my eyes to savour every minute of defilement of this bitch's desk. So close to climax even though he has barely worked me up to it. I guess delayed pleasure and waiting all day has helped the process.
"Alessandro!" There's a harsh yell, and I thrust my eyes open, snapping my head to the left where the blinding light of the open doorway startles us to stop. Alexi turns too, and I'm too busy staring at the shocked, angry expression of bitch-faced Mama Carrero gawping at us in horror while holding a gift-wrapped box that I don't even see what his reaction is. My insides clench, my stomach lurches, and my first reaction is to burst into a snorting laugh. Completely inappropriate but somehow not. I stifle the urge to laugh, seeing as I'm lying flat on her precious thousand-dollar desk, my dress up around my waist and my legs wrapped around her son while his trousers and boxers are down by his knees.
"Shit." It's a low rumbling hiss under his breath before he sinks his face down on my shoulder and lets out a slow groan while pulling out of me. It's a bit of a "fuck my life", and I have to slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the laugh that decides to continue coming out of me.