Page 26 of LA Reign

“And why’s that?” He leans in closer, until his lips are perilously close to the skin on my neck.

Goosebumps break out all over my flesh. “Because I want you to touch me.”

At my admission, he kisses my throat, wrenching a groan from my lips. “Always so greedy for me,” he laughs darkly. “Do you remember how you told me about those panties just before we were leaving, so that I would spend the whole evening thinking about them and not being able to do anything about it? You knew I would be thinking about nothing but your hot coño and wishing I could bury myself in it, didn’t you?”

Dammit, he knows me too well. “Yes,” I admit, fluttering my eyelashes in the hopes I’ll look adorable enough that he won’t be too mad about that.

“So maybe I should leave you all hot and wet and wanting me? Maybe I should make you stand here while I jerk off, come in my own hand just from looking at you?”

“You’re not that cruel,” I sigh as his lips dust over the skin on my collarbone.

“Oh, I am. But I have a better idea,” he says before he steps back. “Up onto the desk.” He jerks his head upwards and scoot backwards and perch on the edge of the desk.

“Sit all the way back for me. I want your feet on it too.”

I shuffle back until I’m sitting on his desk, my ass in the middle and my heels perched on the edge. He pulls up his chair and sits down, then unzips his suit pants, pulling out his impressive and very beautiful cock. His eyes lock onto mine as he squeezes the shaft in his strong hand. My lips tremble, and I lick them in anticipation as a bead of precum pearls on the tip. I want to taste him.

“Open your legs, slip your hand into those panties, and play with that pretty pussy of yours. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

My heart kicks up a gear, and heat flushes across my cheeks. Despite all the things we’ve done together, and how much he’s taught me about sex and my own body, I’ve never done that before. Not while he watched, anyway. “Alex, I can’t,” I insist.

He hums, eyes raking over me, predatory and seductive. “You can and you will, princesa. What’s the point of wearing see-through panties if not to put on a show for me? Because that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I wanted to tease him for sure, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.

“Don’t make me ask again, Alana,” he warns. “You make yourself come now or you won’t be coming at all.”

Damn, I love his bossy possessive side. And I trust him, more than I have ever trusted anyone. There’s not a single reason I can’t do this in front of him. He already knows every inch of my body, and if this is what he wants, this is what I’ll give him. I take a deep breath and slide my right hand into my panties, quickly finding my swollen clit. I close my eyes and start to draw slow circles around the swollen bud of flesh.

“Eyes on me,” his growl rumbles through me.

I open my eyes and they lock with his while I continue swirling my fingers in teasing circles. His gaze is full of fire, burning into mine with the kind of intensity that makes my skin blister. Waves of pleasure start to build, and a soft, needy moan tumbles from my lips. His gaze drops lower, fixed now on the space between my thighs. He continues watching me intently, a wicked grin on his lips as he strokes himself up and down.

I arch my back and let out a groan. “That’s it,” he growls. “I can see your creamy cum soaking those sexy little panties already.”

“Alex,” I whine. I want his hands on me. His mouth. His lips. “I want you.”

“Soon, princesa. Let me watch you come, and then I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

I suck in a ragged breath and lie back on the desk, freeing up my other hand so I can use that too. I slide it inside my panties and push two fingers inside myself, working myself up to a climax.

“Fuck, Alana!” he grunts loudly. “You look so fucking sexy doing that.” Then he starts growling obscenities in Spanish and it only spurs me on. I screw my eyes closed and imagine that it’s his strong fingers inside me, thrusting in and out as he brings me to the edge.

The pressure between my thighs intensifies. My legs trembling, heart racing, breath coming in ragged gusts.

“I can see you’re almost there, Alana,” Alejandro’s voice washes over me. “Your panties are fucking soaked.”

His words are enough to tip me over the edge, and my orgasm washes over me slowly in long, delicious waves. My body melts into the desk and I pant for breath, my hands still inside my wet panties when I feel him. His hands gently circle my wrists, and he pulls my hands free before pinning them to the desk either side of my head. “And now it’s my turn. Do not move.”

He dips his head, pressing his nose against the damp fabric between my thighs and inhaling deeply. “You smell fucking delicious.” His fingers hook under the band of my panties and he starts pulling them down my legs, tantalizingly slow.

“So you’re not tearing these ones, then?” I ask, feeling cheeky.

He presses a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Not these ones. I want to see that show again.”

When he’s removed my underwear, he drops to his knees and wraps his hands around the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. Then he runs his thick, hot tongue through the length of my center, causing white hot pleasure to rocket through me. “Your pussy is fucking delicious,” he groans.

He sucks on my clit and heat rushes between my thighs. “You’re so good at that,” I moan.