Page 7 of Amour Fou (Deepest Desires #2)

I t’s been a week since the pool house.

A week since I’ve looked at her.

And a week since I allowed thoughts of her to invade my brain.

I’ve actively done my best to keep myself away from the woman I can’t get off my mind, and it’s driving me fucking insane.

Readjusting myself in the chair, and situated at the kitchen table, I turn the page of the book I’m reading and take a sip of bourbon. I’ve tried everything I can to keep her off my mind, and to stop myself walking up to her room and fucking her over the edge of her bed.

The padding of feet down the hallway catches my attention.

Looking up at the clock, I realise it’s later than I expected.

Two a.m to be exact, and the funny thing is, I can smell that it’s her, the citrus shower gel she uses daily filtering into the kitchen and hitting my senses and the moment she walks into the kitchen, she yelps.

“Fucking hell!” Clasping her chest, she takes a step back.

“I hope they do,” I respond.

“Huh?”

“Fuck. In. Hell… I hope they do.”

“Har, har… funny. What is it with you and Xaden skulking in the shadows.”

“I’m not skulking, I’m reading.” Resting my finger on my current page, I close the book, looking at her from head to toe. The white, oversized t-shirt she’s wearing sits at the middle of her thighs. Doing absolutely nothing to cover her body.

“In the dark?” Her delicate voice helps to tear my eyes away from soft looking skin. “What are you, some kind of vampire?”

“No, I ate a lot of carrots as a kid.” I wink.

Tilting her head to the side, she raises an eyebrow at me, staring for a few seconds before rolling her eyes. “You’re quite the joker, huh?”

I watch her walk over to the fridge, opening it up and pulling out a fresh carton of milk, and I can’t take my eyes off of her because the moment she reaches up to the top cupboard, the hem of the t-shirt rises to the middle of that glorious peachy ass of hers.

Her fingers graze the box, not being able to grip onto it properly due to how short she is. I watch her try a few more times, smiling and rolling my eyes at her struggle before she turns around to look at me. Placing her hands on her hips she stares at me.

“Are you going to sit there and watch? Or are you going help me?”

Removing my finger from the middle of the book, I fold the corner over and place it on the counter, getting up from the chair and making my way over to her. She doesn’t move from her spot, so I reach over, paying close attention to how close our bodies are.

Reaching above her head, I grab the box of cereal and bring it down to her level. “There.”

“Thank you.”

Opening the cupboard next to it, I grab a bowl out too, placing it on the counter next to her.

“So, is there a reason you’re so uptight?” she asks playfully.

“I’m not uptight.” Looking down at her, I focus on the single strand of hair coasting the side of her face and realise how desperate I am to move it behind her ear.

“This is the closest you’ve been to me since the pool house. Do I smell? ”

“No,” I answer quickly.

You smell amazing.

“So, why do you stay away from me like I do?” Reaching her hands back, she hoists herself up onto the kitchen counter, so she’s eye level with me.

“It’s for the best.”

Frowning, she looks at me. “The best for who? For you?”

“Yes,” I answer honestly. “You know the—”

“Rules, yep.” She rolls her eyes sarcastically. Looking at me as though I’m crazy, and I must be for denying the way I want her. Alyssa has this aura about her that forbids anyone from ignoring her. She’s absolutely stunning.

Bright red hair the colour of flames, with blue eyes that could lead you to the depths of Hell, and you would go willingly, just for a taste of her. Plump lips that were made for kissing and a body that is sinful enough to drive you into insanity. She’s perfect.

“Have you ever thought about breaking them?”

“Yes.”

She stares at me, not saying a single word, and I don’t have to explain to her who I want to break the rules for, she knows.

“So why don’t you?”

Stepping further between her legs, she widens them a little more to give me the access I need. I press my palms on either side of the cold countertop, leaning further in before I speak.

“Alyssa,” I murmur, so close to her face I can taste the mint from her toothpaste. “There’s nothing I want more than to bend you over this counter and fuck your tight little cunt raw.”

Lifting my hand, I tuck the wavy strand of red hair behind her ear, her head moving towards my palm. My calloused fingers touching a slice of heaven as they connect with her silky-smooth skin.

“To feel your tight walls gripping my cock, the sound of my name on your lips as you and your pussy beg for it to be deeper… harder. ”

A whimper leaves her throat, and I step closer to her. My cock tenting the fabric of my grey sweats as it rests against her stomach, all thick and swollen. I shamelessly grind myself against her, knowing that I’ve stepped too far already, I can’t bring myself to stop.

I don’t want to stop, I want her. I want to feel her shiver beneath me, hear the tone of her moans as they hit my ears and devour her to within an inch of her life. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I do her, and if frustrates the hell out of me.

“I can’t.”

“Because of the rules,” she murmurs, the mint on her breath skating along my skin.

“Yes.” It’s all I have for an answer, because right now my restraint is so close to snapping, that if she begged me…

I know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from giving in to her without a second thought.

Taking a single step back, I reach behind me for the kitchen island and continue backing up until my hands meet the edge, gripping it tightly enough to crack the marble countertop.

“Is watching breaking the rules?” she asks. The corners of her eyes crease and a mischievous look adorns her face. I know what she’s asking without her saying it, but I want to hear her say it. I’m desperate for those words.

Tilting my head to the side, my eyes skate over the bare skin on view. “Be. More. Specific.” I hone in on the way her legs gracefully widen just enough for me to see that she’s wearing no panties.

“Specific enough?”

Looking up at her I smirk. “Very.”

Wasting no time, she lifts her leg, resting the heel of her foot on the edge of the counter, she angles it out slightly to open herself up even more, giving me full access to her pussy as it glistens with her arousal.

I cross one foot over the other, my eyes not leaving hers.

“Touch yourself, Alyssa.” I know what I’m doing is still crossing the line, but after seeing what her cunt looks like, I can’t stop myself.

I watch as her fingers crest along the skin on her legs, all the way to the apex of her thighs… teasing me.

Leaning back, she rests the back of her head against the cupboard door, taking both hands and ruching the hem of the t-shirt up to give me a better view, and I know I need to leave, to get out of here before someone walks in on this silent exchange between us, but my feet are cemented to the ground.

I’m unable to gather the strength it would take me to walk out this door and leave her alone.

Curving her finger towards me, my body reacts before my brain can even tell me to stop.

I move towards her as though there’s invisible rope pulling me towards her, watching as she slides her fingers between her lower lips, and a small, very low whimper sails from her throat.

Replacing the emptiness between her legs with my hips, my hands press against the cold marble on either side of her hips, and I peer down. I watch as she moves her fingers up and down her slick heat, coating them in her thick arousal before pressing them against her clit.

Her free hand wraps around my hip, gripping it tightly and tugging me closer. “Alyssa,” I warn, my control yet again holding on by a single, microscopic thread.

“You don’t have to touch me, just come closer.”

So I do, I give her what she asks for… what she clearly needs. My focus still on her fingers as she works her clit perfectly in slow circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit those breathy moans that send a shiver through my body.

With her hand still gripping my hip, I ask, “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” she hums, dropping her head back and biting down on her bottom lip. On the second intake of breath, her lower lip pops free and she releases a breathy moan of seduction. As though she’s beckoning my cock to fall short of staying away from her.

“What are you thinking about?” I press.

“You, burying your fat cock inside me.” Her voice is thick with arousal .

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I want you so bad, Zeke. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night in the pool. Xaden either. I want you both so bad.”

I should feel irritated that she mentions my best friend’s name during this private moment between us, but all it does, is make me harder.

“Be a good girl, Alyssa, and put your fingers inside yourself for me.”

My hands roam her silk skin, gliding to the inside of her thighs and I push them out, widening her limbs as far apart as I can get them. Lifting her other heel to the counter, she’s now completely on display for me, her pussy lips open, her slick release dripping over her skin and onto the counter.

“God, look at you… you’re so wet, Alyssa.” I can’t take my eyes off of her, can’t stop watching her play with herself. Delicate moans filter through the air, and she cups her hand over her mouth to keep them at bay a little longer.

My hands now rest on the edge of the counter, so close to her cunt that my fingers grip the edge so tightly my knuckles turn stark white.

She’s driving me insane here, all I want to do is give her one little touch.

The tip of my index finger twitches, lifting involuntarily to ghost the skin by her hole.

She twitches the moment the tip connects to her and a guttural moan flies free.

The way she’s touching herself is driving me insane. Slipping two fingers into her core, thrusting in and out a few times, then bringing them back up to her clit and continuing her slow pursuit to an orgasm.

Her hand falls from her mouth, hitting the kitchen counter with a loud slap. “Fuck,” she growls frustratingly.

“What?”

“I can’t come, it’s not working. Will you help me?”

“Alyssa, I—”

“Please, Zeke,” she begs, her bottom lip flipping out from under the teeth that bite down on it. “Please, I just, I really need to—”

I don’t waste time listening to her beg—I’m a weak man, a man with absolutely no fucking control over myself or my fucking actions, because the moment I thrust two fingers inside her dripping, no, soaking wet cunt, I groan along with her.

I cover her mouth, pushing against her head so it presses further into the wooden cupboard door behind her.

“This what you wanted, hmm?” I growl. “My fingers in this perfect little cunt, fucking you until you come undone?” She nods in response. “ Fuck , Little One.” I begin moving my fingers, slowly at first, curving them at the perfect angle so I can get the moans I desire.

Pressing my thumb to her clit, her back arches, and like the fucker I am, I snag a peaked nipple between my teeth, tugging on it until it pops from between them.

They’re both so hard under the white cotton fabric that my cock is harder than it’s ever been, and I find myself thrusting my length against the hard grooves of the cut out wooden doors by my waist.

Grinding myself against them like a pre-pubescent teenager that needs to get off because I can’t fuck her, I won’t. I know what I’m doing is close, but the contract says no fucking, not—

“Yes!” she cries out from behind my hand. Her muffled moans and hot breath pressed against my palm are killing me. I can feel the throb of her core clenching around my fingers, which tells me she’s close.

“Shh, Little One,” I command her. “Look at me.” I stare down at her, a smirk playing on my lips. “You’re going to come for me… right now.”

She nods and I pick up the pace, finger-fucking her so furiously her eyes roll back.

My cock still grinding against the wooden door, the wet patch in my sweats so fucking evident, that I wouldn’t be able to deny anything happened between us, my own orgasm being drawn to the surface simply by her moans alone.

After a few more thrusts, her warm pussy clutches my fingers, her nails biting into the skin on my wrists, and she comes aggressively. Alyssa tightly wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer against her and I follow her into the deepest orgasm I’ve ever had without being touched.

Biting the curve of her neck to quieten my own release, our heavy breathing now the only sound within the room as I lift my head, I pull my fingers from her cunt and shove them into my mouth.

The taste of her exploding on my tongue, something akin to honey with a touch of salt and its fucking incredible.

“Thanks, big guy.” She chuckles. Pressing her hands to my chest, she pushes me back. “Now I can sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t come here for cereal; I came here to check your restraint. And just as I thought… not very good.” She giggles, hopping off the side, and I realise I’ve been played. “Sleep well.” She winks up at me, tapping my chest patronisingly before leaving through the archway of the kitchen.

The beating of her feet against the hardwood floor pisses me off, and the moment Xaden steps into the kitchen—his arms crossed over his chest and a shit-eating grin on his face—I hold my finger up.

“Don’t… say a fucking word.” I growl, cutting him off before he has a chance to give me shit.

I cracked, and so easily too. I lean back against the kitchen island and rub both my hands over my face, the scent of her still lingering on my fingers.

Fuck.

“Did she just—”

“Use me? Yeah.” I nod. “I think she did.”

“ I think I’m in love,” he murmurs.

“You think you’re in love with every woman you see.”

“Did you just see the way she treated you like you were just a piece of meat… I mean, wow, she’s something else, and you just took it like a little—”

“Xaden!” I snap.

He holds his hands up in surrender, but the smile on his face tells me he’s loving this.

“Do me a favour,” I cut him off, “go get your fucking laptop. There’s something I want to look at.

” A devilish grin covers his face before he runs from the kitchen and down the hallway.

If she thinks she can fuck me up like that, she has another thing coming.

I’m pretty sure Deckard performed a full background check, so let’s have a little look into Alyssa, shall we.