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Give In To Me

Mia

“Yes.”

How that word reverberated through me.

How it echoed off every beaten, battered wall I was tired of holding up.

How it filled me with buzzing, palpable anticipation.

And no sooner than it had escaped my lips, it was silenced by his.

He angled his mouth over mine, sure and swift, both of us inhaling at the contact. I gave into him with that breath, and he seemed to claim me with his.

This wasn’t a kiss for the sake of a photograph. This wasn’t a sweet, staged caress for the paparazzi.

This was carnal.

This was a hand, warm and strong where it gripped my neck and pulled me into him. It was a mouth so demanding and dominant I knew I’d never really been kissed by Aleks before — not like this. It was a guttural groan from his throat that elicited a desperate whimper from my own when our tongues touched.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

It was surrender and assassination in tandem.

He wanted to ruin me.

I was desperate to be ruined.

And I climbed into his lap with any last shred of apprehension blowing away in the hurricane wind.

“ Fuck , Mia,” he growled into my mouth, his tongue sweeping over mine as I straddled his thighs. “Say it again. Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” I promised, rolling against him, grinding myself along the thick bulge straining through his joggers as his hands clamped down on my hips. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop me or pull me down harder, his own hips bucking up to meet mine in an eager thrust.

“Tell me you want me to destroy you.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me I can do anything I want.”

“I’m yours.”

And I was. I always had been. And I didn’t care anymore if it was all a charade, if there was an ending in sight, if one day I’d be sobbing in my home studio writing songs about what could have been.

I only cared about tonight.

He kissed me hard, hands framing my face, fingers curling into what was left of my disheveled braid. He nipped at my bottom lip as he deftly unfastened the hair tie, tossing it aside and running his fingers through the freed strands. I moaned at the feel of it, of his large, adept hands, his arms encasing me, his thighs spreading wider so that I had no choice but to do the same.

“You in this fucking jersey,” he cursed, hands running down my ribs until he was fisting the fabric and tugging. “It drives me insane, Mia. It makes me reckless.” He tugged enough to expose my collarbone, his teeth biting the flesh as I gasped. “I’m going to strip you bare and bind you with it. I’m going to make you squirm until you’re begging me for relief, until all you can do is scream my name like a desperate little fangirl.”

Filthy. Degrading.

Addicting.

I wanted more.

“You’re so full of yourself,” I said breathlessly, the bite of my rebuttal weak.

“You’ll be full of me soon, too.”

The promise danced across my neck with his hot breath, his tongue drawing a line up to my jaw before his mouth claimed mine once more. He kissed me like a punishment as his hands slid under the jersey, the fabric pooling over his wrists as they traveled up, up, up. Chills swept over my skin as he revealed it, my body trembling with excitement. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and we both groaned when his thumbs brushed against my nipples.

“Do you realize how badly I’ve needed this? Needed you ?” His voice was low and gravelly as he shoved the jersey up over my head. “Arms up.”

I did as he said, the view of him disappearing for only a second. I tried to reach for him, but he kept my arms in the sleeves, wrapping the rest of the fabric around his fist and maneuvering it down carefully until my arms were trapped behind me.

I writhed in his lap as he tightened his grip, eyes raking over me as an appreciative groan rumbled through his chest. He took his sweet time, licking his lips and shaking his head as his gaze hungrily devoured every inch.

“Look at you.” His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip as his free hand found my hip, the other still binding me with the jersey. “Look at those pouty lips, these perfect little tits.”

He slapped my left breast with just enough bite to make me moan — did it hurt, or did it feel so fucking good I wanted another? I couldn’t decide before he covered the sting with his mouth, and I saw fireworks, the wet heat of his tongue blanketing my nipple. All my attention snapped to that point of contact, pussy throbbing with the desire to be next.

“Aleks,” I moaned, head falling back, eyes falling shut.

“Don’t give in that easy, Strings,” he teased, biting the soft flesh of my breast. “I want to work for it.”

In a flash, I was off his lap, lifted and kissed hard before I was planted right back on the piano bench. My arms were still restricted behind me in the jersey. The only thing I could do was brace myself, leaning against my palms with my fingers curling around the wood as Aleks dropped to his knees at my feet. He wrapped his arms under my thighs and yanked me to the edge.

“I think I’ll kiss you here next,” he said, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder and then the other. He buried his face between my thighs, running the tip of his nose over the damp lace. “What do you think? Can I kiss you here?”

I shook so violently my eyes rolled back, my awareness zeroed in on where his hot breath washed over the lace. When he licked the fabric, his tongue pressing with the perfect amount of friction to make my thighs spread of their own accord, I whimpered.

“Yes.”

“What was that?” he asked, the bastard smirking up at me before his tongue lashed me again.

I wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face, take my hands in his hair and force his mouth where I wanted it most. But my arms were restrained, my hands doing all they could just to hold me steady.

“Words, Strings,” he said, and one thick finger toyed with the lace of my thong. “I need your words.”

“ Yes ,” I repeated. “Kiss me, lick me.”

I rolled my lips together and bucked my hips up to meet his mouth.

“I love when you tell me what you want,” he praised, fingers curling around the lace over each of my hips. He released my legs back to the floor. “Talk me through it, baby. Tell me just how you like to be touched.” He tapped his fingers against my ass. “Lift.”

As soon as I planted weight into my heels and lifted my ass, he ripped the fabric down. My ass hit the bench again, and then my legs were forced together as he peeled the lace over my thighs, my knees, my calves, all the way to my ankles.

Where it stayed.

I expected him to discard the thong completely, to rip it off me and throw it somewhere across the room. Instead, he tied it into a knot around my ankles. The devilishly handsome prick stood long enough to bind me and kiss the tender flesh of each inner ankle, his lips curling as he watched me squirm.

“Now this is a gorgeous sight.”

He drank me in like an expensive whiskey, eyes lingering on my heaving breasts, on where my pussy was framed by my trapped thighs. He groaned, keeping my ankles bound in his hand as he dropped back to his knees. He swiped the pointer finger of his free hand between my legs, the thick digit gliding through my wetness before he lifted it to show me.

“Glistening,” he said on a smirk, and then he licked his finger clean.

“Oh, God.” The words leaked out of me, quiet and shocked and desperate and wanting. I couldn’t believe this was happening. With the hurricane raging outside and the power out, it was just crazy enough for me to wonder if it was all a dream.

No way was Aleks touching me right now.

No way was he on his knees, binding me, teasing me with his tongue over the lace of my soaked thong.

But he was. God , he really was.

I didn’t know why my breaths came harder then, panic zipping through me just as strongly as desire. I was panting, chest heaving, legs shaking where he held them. It was too much. I was freaking out.

I was definitely freaking out.

Any other man would have plowed right through, absolutely oblivious to my inner meltdown. He would have seen pussy and tits and wouldn’t have stopped until he hit the finish line.

But Aleks knew me. He knew me like no one else did.

And one look up at me had his smile slipping, his brows furrowing, his eyes connecting hard with mine.

“Breathe, baby,” he said, releasing his grip on my ankles. They were still tied together with the thong, but he widened my legs and slipped between them, giving me no choice but to wrap around him as he surrounded me. “You’re in control. You say the word, and we stop.”

“No,” I said instantly, shaking my head even as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. “No, I want this. I just…”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I just… what ?

Think I might love you?

Think I maybe always have?

Think this might actually fucking ruin me forever?

I let out a frustrated sigh, and when Aleks dropped his forehead to mine, his breath syncing with mine until it steadied… I found the only words I knew I meant for sure.

“I want you to make me stop thinking,” I whispered. “Turn off my brain. Turn it all off.”

Aleks nodded, knuckles gliding over my cheek as he pressed his mouth to mine. He kissed me long and unhurried, waiting until I was breathing more normally, until I was squirming against his erection.

Then, he was kissing down.

He swept his lips across my collarbone, over each breast, savoring my nipples before he trailed his kiss lower. His mouth lingered on my hip bones, on the sensitive flesh of each of my inner thighs, and finally, he settled between them.

I gazed down at him through heavy lids, buzzing with need.

And he kept his eyes on mine as his tongue flattened, running it long and slow from my opening up to my clit.

“God, yes ,” I sighed, my head falling back. I looked up at the ceiling for just a brief moment before I was peering at him again, just in time to watch him repeat the motion before he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked.

I bucked off the bench, chasing that pressure when he released it to lave at me slowly. He hummed like he had all the time in the world and was enjoying every second.

I was tempted to beg him already, to rip out of this jersey and force him on me. But he whispered, “ Patience ,” against my thigh, kissing that spot before he was licking and sucking and exploring again.

And I settled in for the ride.

I wanted so badly to run my fingers through his short hair as he worked his magic on me, to feel those prickly strands against my palms the way I used to when we were young. But there was something so hot about being restrained, about relinquishing all control to him. I couldn’t do anything but hold myself up on that bench, core firing up just as much as the sensitive nerve endings between my thighs. And with my ankles bound, Aleks had forced my knees wide around him, like I was entrapping him and forcing him to stay until I finished.

I could have come just from that thought alone, that I had any power over this man who was unraveling me one lick at a time.

He kept his eyes trained on me as he licked and sucked, watching me closely as I gave him clues for what I loved most. He lapped at me with his whole tongue and I gasped. He circled my clit and I moaned. He sucked it into his mouth in steady, pulsing rhythms, and I shook and bucked and chased a release that was so close I could taste it.

And when he pressed just the tip of his finger inside me, testing the wetness before he plunged all the way in, I cried out his name.

“ Yes , Aleks. Yes. Right there. Just like that.”

He groaned his approval, curling his finger inside me as he sucked my clit in tandem.

I’d come from a man going down on me exactly zero times.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that Aleks Suter would be the one to change that.

But I was. Shock and delighted excitement flittered through me as I felt that distinct buzz of my orgasm cresting. My breaths came shallower, legs shaking, toes tingling before they went numb altogether.

“Oh, God,” I cried, and I couldn’t help it. I was smiling. Because oh my fucking God, I was about to come on Aleks’s tongue. “Oh, fuck! ”

Aleks clamped his hand on my hip and held me to him as he feasted, the other hand busy between my legs as he licked and sucked me to the promised land. I came in a rather embarrassing display of moans and whimpers with my legs trembling around him, head thrown back in ecstasy, and pussy throbbing with every wave of my orgasm.

When the blood rushing through me calmed, I realized how sore I was, my arms nearly giving out, the full weight of my legs resting on his shoulders. Aleks kissed the inside of each thigh with his mouth wet from me, lips curling as he took in the disheveled mess he’d turned me into.

“That was sexy as hell, Mia,” he murmured, kissing my thigh again. “Burned into my memory forever.”

I smiled, beaming under his praise, under that word I’d always wanted used to describe me.

Not cute.

Sexy .

And I felt it, too. I felt desirable with my legs spread for him, my breasts heaving, the shadows from the rain and the city lights reflecting over every inch of my body splayed out before him.

Carefully, Aleks untied the thong around my ankles, helping me stand up before he removed the jersey from my arms. He held me steady as I stretched everything, his lips slowly perusing my neck and shoulder as his fingers trailed lazy lines along my arms.

For a while, we stood just like that, my breathing slowing, heart steadying, body relaxing so much I could have fallen asleep right there in his arms.

“Shower and sleep?” Aleks asked.

Those words snapped my eyes open, and I pressed my fingertips into his chest. “Not a chance. Not until you follow through on that promise you made of filling me up.” I nodded toward his joggers. “Strip.”

Aleks barked out a laugh, knuckles tilting my chin up until my mouth met his. “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered against my lips.

He kept kissing me, his hands roving over my hips and navel and breasts as he backed me up. Before I realized what was happening, the back of my knees hit the oversized bean bag in his living area, and I toppled back into it.

I made a face, lips flattening as I blinked up at him. “You’re kidding.”

“Shut up and watch me take my clothes off.”

“You’re not fucking me on this thing.”

“Oh, is that so?” Aleks asked, arching a brow. Then, he made quick work of his shirt overhead, revealing an abdomen cut with muscle.

How the hell could a ribcage be so hot?

But it was. He was. That body was sculpted by years and years of playing a professional sport, of grueling skate sessions and hours in the gym. The ink stretched over his skin only added to the aesthetic.

He was absolutely mouthwatering.

He’d effectively stunned me silent, and his smirk climbed when he slid his thumbs under the band of his joggers and briefs. He slid them down over his perfect ass, his thick thighs, kicking them away and standing wide-legged and proud as he fisted his cock.

His very large, very thick, very beautiful cock.

And suddenly, I didn’t give a rat’s ass where he fucked me — as long as he fucked me soon.

“You know, on second thought, this thing is pretty comfy,” I said, voice more breathless than I would have liked as I spread out in the bean bag, wetting my lips and letting my eyes slowly trail him from head to toe.

Aleks chuckled, and that sound lit me up just as much as if he would have groaned. I loved how playful we were in this moment, how it didn’t feel weird or awkward or too serious. We were being silly, toying with one another like we always did.

We were still… us .

Although, there was nothing playful about how Aleks’s gaze heated the longer he looked at me, the more his gaze swept over my sated, naked body as he ran his fist over himself. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from that visual — the slow pumping of himself, fist running from base to tip, thighs tense as he flexed into his hand.

Aleks walked slowly toward where I sat, power radiating off him as he came to tower over me. He maneuvered until he had one knee on the bean bag, his cock lining up right with my mouth.

“Open up, Strings.”

I swallowed, eyes trailing up to meet his as I let my lips part.

“Wider.”

I stretched my mouth open, and Aleks rewarded me with a groan and by pressing the crown of his gorgeous cock between my lips.

He hissed when I moaned around him, eagerly swirling my tongue around his tip and pushing up to my elbows to take more of him in.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised, hand raking through my hair. He fisted his fingers in the strands and held tight. “Make it sloppy. Get me nice and wet so I can slide inside you, so I can stretch that perfect pussy I just got to taste.”

I moaned again, taking him deeper. He was far too large for me to take all the way in, but I licked and sucked him before working my hand with my spit and coating him in it.

He cursed as I began fucking him with my mouth and hand together, forming a seam between my lips and fingers. When I picked up the pace, ready to take him all the way, he groaned and pulled me off him, my mouth releasing with a pop.

Aleks yanked my hair with just enough pressure to make me look at him, to let me see how he was breathing raggedly, his stomach muscles flexing. He ran his thumb over my wet bottom lip, nostrils flaring when I chased that digit with my tongue. Then, he clamped my cheeks between his thumb and fingers and lowered to plant a bruising kiss on my mouth.

“Turn over,” he growled against my lips. “Ass up.”

I did as he said, giggling a little when he spanked my ass on the spin. When I was in position, Aleks hiked one of my legs up, splaying me out on the bean bag like an offering.

He ran his slick cock between the swells of my ass, sliding it up and down before he gave me a little slap with that thick beauty.

And then he was lining himself up at my entrance, his wet crown toying with me before he slid an inch inside.

I arched and whimpered, Aleks mirroring my sentiment with a guttural groan.

“God damn , Mia,” he croaked, withdrawing and sliding in another inch. I stretched around him as every nerve ending in my body fired to life. “Open up for me, baby. Let me in.”

I relaxed as much as I could when he withdrew and pushed in again, and then I was focusing on my breath, on how he filled me, on how I felt like I could come again just from the sounds he was making as I stretched to fit him.

Aleks hiked my leg up a little more when he was fully seated inside me, rocking his hips and pressing his weight into me.

And when he did, I gasped.

“That’s it,” he said with a smirk behind my ear, kissing the tender flesh there. “Feel it? Feel that friction you need, baby?”

He withdrew and rocked in again, groaning when I let out a surprised moan. Because every time he pushed inside me, my clit rubbed against the bean bag, making me whimper and writhe at the sensitive sensation.

“Aleks…”

“I know, I know.” He kissed my shoulder, one hand snaking under me to palm my breast before he notched in again. And I couldn’t help it. My hips ground against the fabric, thighs trembling at how it felt to be full and stroked at once.

“I already came,” I said breathlessly.

“And?”

I was already panting, orgasm building even as I tried to say it wasn’t possible.

“Let me guess,” he mused, voice low and gravelly in my ear. “You’re used to men who make this part about them.”

He filled me, rocking into me, smiling against my neck as I moaned.

“I bet you just performed until it was over. I bet you faked it for them every time.”

I gasped when he picked up his pace, fucking me harder, my clit getting more and more action.

“You won’t fake it for me. You won’t have to. Now let loose and give me number two.”

“Yes,” I breathed, and with that word, I surrendered again.

I gave in to the way it felt to have Aleks thrusting into me, to feel every hard, thick inch of him inside me. I succumbed to the sensation of his hands all over me — on my hip, gripping my hair, wrapping around my neck and squeezing. I relented to the ever-present buzz thrumming through me, my climax building like a slow, drum-heavy beat.

“Give in to me,” Aleks murmured low against the shell of my ear, pushing inside me deep and hard. “Give in to me, Strings.”

I moaned, writhing against him and the bean bag and seeking every bit of contact he would give me in that moment. I reveled in the feel of him surrounding me, in his weight on me and his hands roaming all over. And when he picked up his pace, flexing into me in the perfect rhythm, I caught just the right friction over and over to make me combust.

The second orgasm was different from the first — a low burn in my belly that seemed to eat me alive. I came slowly, the waves lasting longer, my whimpering cries muffled by the bean bag as I gave in.

When the last of my climax shuddered through me, I fell limp, heaving as I gripped the bean bag and smiled against it.

“Still hate this thing?” Aleks asked with his lips curling against my skin. He was still moving inside me, flexing slowly and stretching me wide.

“I think I might need one of my own.”

He kissed my slick neck with a chuckle, helping me up from where I’d been stretched out on the bag. I was stiff and sore as he assisted me, and then his hands were in my hair, his mouth on mine, his kisses deep and promising.

“Your turn,” I mused.

“You think you can handle more?”

I scoffed, pushing on his chest until he fell back to sit on the bean bag.

“Shut up and let me ride you.” I threw his words right back at him, basking in the smirk he rewarded me with.

And then Aleks threw his hands up, repeating his sentiment from earlier. “Yes, ma’am.”