Page 86 of One for the Road
“But it’s—” My head shook from side to side.Good. Not enough. The petal of the Rosebud acted like a tongue, the slow setting creating a steady lapping that gave me long caresses, dragging me right to the edge then – nothing. “There’s something wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“You should—”
“Shut your beautiful fucking mouth before you say what I think you’re about to say.” His hands pressed my thighs open all the way, eviscerating any secrets left between us. “This isn’t about me.”
“I’m worried you’re bored,” I admitted, staring at the ceiling. “Waiting for me to get on with it so you can come.”
“Isla, anyone who isn’t willing to put in the effort doesn’tdeserve to be within touching distance of you. This is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life, no exceptions. I could sell tickets to watch this show.” As if to prove his point, he slid onto his belly, his face inches away from my pussy. The last time someone had their head this close, I’d been giving birth. But he wasn’t assessing me in any professional capacity. His blue eyes were nearly full black. He looked ready to shatter apart as his hand moved, pressing me open even wider. “But then I’d have to cut out the eyes of any man who’d seen you this way.”
Fuck. The things he said. I never would have imagined him talking this way.
“Your clit is so swollen, I don’t know how you haven’t come already. But if it doesn’t feel good, try it from a different angle.”
I slipped it down, closing my eyes, letting sensation guide me as I clicked it onto a high setting that had my hips rolling. Eyes clenching shut. “Oh my god.”
He made a little whimpering sound in the back of his throat. “You like it rougher.”
“Alistair.” His name was the only word I was capable of as he masterfully controlled my pleasure without even touching me. Before this, I’d always imagined an orgasm like a mountain I had to scale. No matter how many steps I took, that peak always got further and further away. But when my back arched and lightning shot through me, I felt weightless. Utterly boneless.
From between my legs Alistair grunted like he’d come himself. “Look at you, Isla. You’re doing so fucking good.” Any other time, the words would have pissed me off. But right then, I preened under his praise.
With shallow gasping breaths, I started to pull my hand away. “No. Again. You can come again.” A single fingerpushed the vibrator back against my clit. I jerked. Cried out, trying to wiggle away. “It’s too much.”
“Good. You deservetoo much.” His finger kept the back of my hand pressed against me. Barely exuding any effort. I could have broken away if I wanted to, we both knew it.
I looked down my body, finding his eyes on mine right as I blew into the second orgasm. This one was shorter, sharper than the first. But somehow more wondrous.
“I wish you could see this, Isla. Your cunt clenching around nothing, searching for something to fill it.” He dropped his face over me as he spoke, forehead against the curve of my belly as he inhaled deeply, breathing me in, before he blew a slow, hot stream of air over my sensitised clit, and I wasn’t sure if I came again. All I knew was that I was trembling, crying out until Alistair pried the vibe from my hand, clicked it off and dropped it to the floor.
“You are breathtaking.” He hovered above me, looking as awestruck and wrung out as I felt. His fingers dragged through the sweaty curls at my temple, tucking them behind my ear. Eyes bouncing between mine. “You okay? Feel good?”
My tongue didn’t work, so I nodded.
He pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek and stood. Too tired to follow his movements, I lay in a blissed-out heap, eyes falling closed. I heard him rustling around my bathroom, a moment later the connecting door opened and closed.
Had he gone over to his place?
I was too tired to care. I felt like I was hovering above my own body.
Alistair appeared again a few minutes later, pulling one final gasp from my throat as his hands slid under my body and lifted me, cradling me against his chest and kissing my forehead again where it fell against his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked as we passedthrough the door into his place. The curtains were still open and silvery moonlight spilled over the hardwood.
He didn’t answer, didn’t need to because he carried me straight to the bathroom. The air was wet and smelled like a spa. Water fizzed with bath salts in the tub. “Where did you get those?”
He set me on my feet but kept hold of my waist. “I found them under your sink.” He nodded to the bottle on the side of the bath. The one Mum had sent me for Christmas and I’d never gotten around to using. “Sorry, I . . . were you saving them for something?”
“No.” My throat tightened around the word. I don’t think anyone had run me a bath since Granny Pat died. “Thank you.”
He huffed, taking my hand to help me step into the warm water, though I was still wearing my T-shirt. “I should be thanking you.”
I looked at him. Finally registering the front of his jogging bottoms. His thick length strained painfully against a notable damp spot. He followed my gaze. “I’m sorry . . . I didn’t even think – I should—” I started to reach for him.
“No.” He shook his head, nodding to my T-shirt. “Wait until I’ve closed the door to take that off. I’ll be at yours in case Teddy wakes. Shout if you need anything.”
The door closed with a click and I stared at it for a long moment, as if the lacquered wood held the answers to what the hell had just happened.
