DASHIELL
The marble was cold beneath my palms, but there was nothing cold about Alexander pressed against me, his chest sealed to my back and one arm locked across my stomach while his other hand worked between my legs with a patience that somehow felt more dangerous than haste.
"Ahhhh…"
"Keep looking," he said against my ear.
I obeyed because the alternative was closing my eyes and disappearing into the sensation, and I was not ready to give him that satisfaction yet.
The mirror showed my flushed face and parted lips, strands of hair already slipping loose at my nape, while Alexander looked nothing like the man who had ordered dinner two hours ago. Hunger had darkened his eyes, and all of that relentless focus was fixed on me with the same ferocious intensity he gave a problem whose solution he already knew.
His fingers withdrew only long enough to make me feel their absence before they drove back inside harder.
This time there was no careful easing, only two fingers pushing deep enough to tear the breath from my lungs in a raw sound I barely recognized as my own. My knees buckled beneath the force, but the arm around my stomach tightened immediately and kept me upright.
"That's it," he murmured. "Don't lock up. Let me in."
I tried to answer, only for another shaky breath to replace the words when he repeated the motion, drawing out before thrusting back into me in a wet rhythm that made the stretch burn with too much sensation at once. Each inward stroke ended with his fingers curling against that swollen place inside me, dragging over it until the edges of my vision began to flicker.
"Ah..nnh—"
Alexander used the arm around me to guide me forward, his other hand settling between my shoulder blades and pressing until my cheek met the cool rim of the sink.
The position left me bent beneath him with my trousers caught halfway down my thighs, and there was no escaping the obscene sound of how wet I had become whenever his fingers moved. Humiliation should have made me resist, yet the pleasure tangled through it so completely that I could not make myself pull away.
"Stay there."
There was no need for him to say it twice. I stayed exactly where he had put me while his fingers kept working me—three of them now, pushing in deep, then twisting and spreading until I felt stretched to the edge. A sharp smack cracked across my right cheek, the sting shooting through me as I clenched hard around his hand and dragged a groan from Alexander like that was exactly what he'd been after.
He struck the other cheek next, drawing a moan from me that disappeared into the sink, muffled, ugly and far too honest.
His mouth followed almost immediately, teeth sinking into the curve of my right butt cheek exactly where he had struck me. The bite made my whole body jolt, hard enough to sting without breaking the skin, and when he released me, his tongue dragged slowly over the same spot, licking across the tender flesh he had just bitten.
"Alexander please.."
"Please what?" His voice came rough against my skin. "Use your words, little anomaly. You always have so many of them."
I couldn't find a single useful one, especially when his free hand slipped beneath my shirt and traveled over my ribs before his fingers closed around one nipple. He pinched and rolled it between his finger and thumb, tugging before pinching again until a high, helpless sound tore from me and my hips pushed back onto his fingers without permission.
"There," he murmured, unmistakably pleased. "That's my boy."
The overload had me shaking badly enough that I reached behind me for something to ground myself and found him through his trousers, thick and hard beneath the fabric. I stroked the length of the bulge, feeling his heat through the cloth and the twitch beneath my palm.
Alexander's breath caught against my spine.
"Greedy," he murmured, the accusation sounding more like praise. "You want that in you."
"Yes."
"Then keep touching it while I ruin this hole first."
His fingers drove into me faster, the wet sound filling the small bathroom while I stroked him through the fabric in the same frantic rhythm. My cheek slid against the counter as another moan escaped me, and when he pinched my other nipple while biting the underside of my ass, the sensations collided hard enough to tear a wrecked sound from my throat that might have embarrassed me if I still had the capacity to care.
"Look at you," he said, watching us in the mirror even with me bent over the sink. "Taking my fingers like you were built for it. Clenching every time I spank you.."
"I… hhah—Alexander—"
"I know." He dragged his tongue over the bite he'd left before driving his fingers deep enough to make my toes curl against the tile. "I adore this. I adore you like this, flushed and dripping while you keep pushing back for more."
A broken laugh escaped me because he was right, and hating that fact did absolutely nothing to stop my body from moving against his hand.
His cock jumped beneath my stroking palm.
"Take it out."
My fingers fumbled with his belt and then the zipper before he sprang hot and heavy into my hand, already wet at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked properly this time, skin against skin, pulling the least controlled sound I had heard from him all night.
"Good," he rasped against my neck. "Keep doing that. Don't stop."
Neither did he. His fingers continued working me open while every sharp slap made me tighten around them, only for him to push deeper before his hand traveled beneath my shirt again.
He pinched my nipples until they ached and returned his mouth to the swell of my ass, biting hard enough that I knew the marks would still be there during tomorrow's rounds. By then my moans had broken into short cries whenever his knuckles pressed against my rim, my cheek sliding against the damp marble as I pushed back for more despite how badly I was shaking.
"Alexander," I gasped. "If you don't, if you keep doing that—I'm going to—"
"Not yet." His fingers curled viciously against that spot and stayed there, rubbing until a tremor ran through my entire body. "You come when I'm inside you. Not on my hand."
The sound that left me bordered on a sob.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, watching in the mirror as my body clenched around the sudden emptiness before positioning himself against me.
"Still angry I unlocked the door?" he asked, calm in a way that felt almost cruel after everything he'd just done to me.
I shoved back onto him without a shred of shame left.
"Less than I was."
Alexander laughed against the back of my neck and began to push, the slickness he had left behind doing little to prepare me for the size of him.
The stretch hit immediately, hot, blunt, far thicker than three fingers and a sharp gasp tore out of me as the first inch forced me open. He didn't slam in, taking me instead with a slow pressure that made me feel every ridge while my body tried and failed to resist the intrusion.
"Ah.."
"Breathe." Alexander held me steady. "Take it."
He pushed deeper, my knuckles whitening as the burn sharpened before melting into a fullness that punched the air from my lungs. Wet sounds followed every inch until his hips finally met my ass and there was nowhere farther for him to go.
He remained there while I shook around him, his breathing heavy against my nape.
"There," he murmured. "That's what you wanted."