Alex was grinding against my thigh as he took his time with my nipples. My chest heaved with my laboured breathing and I had to throw my arm over my mouth to silence myself when his teeth bit into the sensitive flesh. His other hand twisted and pulled carelessly, the electric current running from his fingers through my body was maddening.
“Alex,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “Please, Daddy, I’m ready.”
He chuckled and flicked my nipple hard, making me gasp and try to squirm away. “No, you’re not. Now spread your legs.”
I did what he asked, idly wondering what he planned to do since I was still wearing my panties. Whatever it was, he slid lower on the bed and positioned my legs to be hooked over his shoulders. I gazed down my body, wishing I could see Alex better in the dark while he ran his rose over my underwear, carefully biting at the material and pulling at it.
My nails scratched lightly at the sheets and my breathing became shallow as I closed my eyes, focusing everything into his fleeting touch. Suddenly, he pressed his mouth to my covered slit and sucked hard on the material. My back arched and I fought not to clamp my legs around his head while his tongue traced up and down the gusset.
“You get so squirmy when my mouth is on you,” Alex teased huskily. “Let’s get these off, baby girl.”
“Oh fuck, please do.”
He laughed and pulled my panties off, the cool air in the room hit me and I shivered, instantly he warmed me up with his tongue. Ohmigod… I bit into my arm, moaning as my hips rose to meet his lips. He took his time, he wasn’t worried about getting to the main event or getting reciprocated – he just wanted to tongue fuck me for as long as I could handle.
I could feel myself getting closer, my heart pounding in my ears and he stopped.
“Alex!” I hissed angrily. “Seriously?”
He growled and lunged up to the head of the bed, leaning over me. “Excuse me?” he asked darkly. “Don’t you use that fucking tone with me, I’m not even close to done yet.”
Oh. I nodded acquiescingly and licked my suddenly dry lips. “I didn’t mean it.”
“You better not have.” He huffed. “Sit up.”
I was wildly confused but followed his directions anyway, still not understanding even when he laid down beside me. However, the instant he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me over to him, straddling his mouth, I realized what he wanted. I’d had only one guy go down on me before Alex, and it was never for that long, certainly not that skilled, and really not enjoyable. Even Peter hadn’t been that invested in my pleasure; he’d taken one look at my toy collection and jokingly said I had plenty of other tools in the arsenal. What if Peter could see this? I grinned wickedly and adjust myself better on top of Alex.
“Ride my mouth, baby, I want to feel you come on my face.”
Before I could reply, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down to him. I moaned softly and tipped my head back, grinding myself across his amazing tongue. I rocked my hips slowly and gently, being mindful of his nose but wanting so much more. His fingers dug into my ass, his teeth grazed my clit and I had to force myself to stay quiet as the fire started to burn hotter.
I came hard with a gasping shudder and grabbing frantically for something to hold onto. Alex fingers laced through mine and I squeezed his hands, clinging to him while I came down from my high. I sat there for a moment, sucking in gulps of air and wiping the sweat that rolled down my chest. His fingers skittered up my abdomen and I laughed and threw myself off him. He grinned at me, rolled onto his side, and pulled me down next to him.
Alex’s beard and lips glistened with my wetness but I kissed him without restraint, completely throwing myself into him.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled against him. “You know you want to, Daddy.”
His fist twisted in my hair, I whimpered at the slight pain and gazed up at his dark, almost completely black eyes. “Roll over, I want you face down.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I rolled out of his embrace and positioned myself better for him on the bed; my legs spread, on my knees, and my cheek pressed to the sheet. Alex’s hand came down hard on my ass and I squealed, hiding my face at the burn from his palm. He wasn’t in the mood to wait though, and just as soon as he was groping between my legs, spreading my wetness around, he was guiding his cock into me in one thrust.
I bit into the sheets and fought not to arch my back up or move away. He panted and fucked me hard; slamming into me and bottoming out with each thrust. I whined and moaned helplessly, feeling like he was almost in my throat. There were some positions we just didn’t do that often, and this was one of them because in our other usual ones, he couldn’t go asdeep, in this one he had full reign.
My pussy was soaked though and it made it all the easier for him to go as hard and fast as he wanted. I gasped and slipped my hand under me, rubbing frantically at my clit as he tilted my hips a little more, raking perfectly against my g-spot. I was so close, right on the edge again and silently begging him not to ruin it for me this time when he stopped. No! I squirmed in frustration and yelped when he spanked my ass a second time with a gruff warning to calm down.
Alex adjusted my legs while he was still in me; pushing them together and having me lay down more on the bed. It was tight, I was suddenly worried that him fucking me was actually going to hurt and my heart started to race as I glanced over my shoulder at him. He shoved in again with no warning and I was forced to bury my head in the sheets, clutching the material so tightly in my fist that I was sure I was going to shred it by accident. He felt so much bigger like this, so much thicker and way too much for my little cunt, but he didn’t seem to care. The string of Greek curses, semi-translated words and hot breath on my neck was enough to tell me that he was also really feeling the effects of the position.
I didn’t need to touch myself to come this time, not when his cock was imprinting itself onto my g-spot. I screamed into the mattress, feeling my wetness drip down my thighs and hearing him groan as he came with me, forced to when I convulsed around his length.
He half-collapsed on top of me and pulled out as he rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. My hand went to my pussy, gingerly cupping it while I ignored the feeling of both our fluid’s coating my fingers. Alex tightened his embrace and kissed the shell of my ear while his hand stroked my side soothingly.
“Are you alright?” he asked quietly, his voice thick with worry. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, glykia mou.”
I nodded but didn’t pull my hand away. “I’m okay, just a little sore.”
He hummed and got off the bed to properly arrange the blankets for us. When he got back in, he handed me his shirt which I snatched out of his grip and pulled on without so much as a thank you. He chucked and laid back down, urging me to lay on his chest so he could trace little swirls over my hip as we cuddled and fell asleep.
***
Morning came lazily with the soft calls of birds and barking of the dogs, plural, despite the mid-morning heat. Alex and I couldn’t lounge around like we wanted to, it wasn’t our house after all, but we were able to shower and have breakfast with his family before we left.
Daphne looked a little teary eyes, and I watched her frantically insist that Alex and Luke say a proper goodbye before he left for work. I knew she was probably worried that we wouldn’t come back, but I knew we would, and we had extended the invitation for any of them to come stay with us the first chance they got. Eventually though, it was time for us to leave, no matter how heart wrenching it was to say goodbye so soon.
“Thank you, Mama,” I said as I hugged Kassandra. “Efcharistó.”
She patted my cheek softly, I watched her eyes start to glisten and desperately wished we could just bring her with us now, not have to separate her from her only living son. Alex rubbed the small of my back and tried to smile reassuringly at his mother, but she still didn’t look placated. After a minute, she went to the shelf in the corner of the living room and retrieved a small white jewellery box with gold ivy detailing, she handed it to Alex determinedly and pointed, insisting he open it.
I watched as he lifted the lid and inside laid two simple gold bands against green velvet. Understanding touched his features, then sadness, and he immediately closed the box again. His eyes were watering again as he hugged her and threatening to spill by the time we were getting in the car.
I did up my belt and craned my neck to see the women standing on the front stoop, leaning against each other for support and waving to us. I waved back and poked Alex to get him to do the same as we pulled down the driveway, away from the first family that I felt like I fit into perfectly.
We were a decent way down the highway before I finally said anything, “Well, are you glad I made you come here?”
He nodded and wiped his cheek. “Ma told me she waited every day for me to call.”
I reached out to touch his knee, trying to let him feel my love. “She has you now,” I promised. “And she can come stay with us as soon as we get back from our super extended honeymoon.” I winked.
He laughed hoarsely and patted my hand. “That’s true. Thank you, Chloe.”
My seatbelt didn’t appreciate me leaning across the console to plant a wet kiss on his cheek, but he did and that was all that really mattered.
The hot sun beat down on the road, blinding us, making the drive feel infinitely longer, and making me wish I was back home sleeping. Without the emotional drive to make me feel wired, I struggled with the two hour drive back to Athens, and the boat to the island wasn’t much better.
I leaned against Alex’s side and yawned loudly while he frowned at his phone.
“What’s wrong?” I mumbled, closing my eyes.
“It must have died in the night, it’s just annoying, that’s all.”
“Hm.” I nodded absently and watched the island start to get larger, now I could see the pier. “What did you think of that gift your mom gave us?”
He sighed. “They were my parents rings, I’ll put them on the shelf, but the gift is much more emotionally valuable to her than me considering things.”
“Will you tell me more about your dad eventually?” I asked gently. “I don’t want to pry, I just want to be there for you.”
“Maybe. It’s difficult, you have to understand that. I tried to be better for Peter, and I wasn’t always but I did what I could with what Kanavas taught me.”
Nobody was really born a monster – they were made. Maybe Kanavas had been good to his wife at times, maybe Marie had been good to Alex at times as well, but the bad outweighed the good, and it lasted much longer. I would be ready to talk when he was though, no matter when, no matter what we went through.
We sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, listening to the waves lap at the side of the boat and watching the houses grow larger in the distance. Eventually we docked, and I felt relief crash over me as we started up the path to the house.
“That’s ours,” I whispered not so quietly. “Our house. Have I told you how cool that is?”
“That we own a house?” he asked with a smirk. “No, I haven’t heard about it five million times.”
“Yours—” I pointed at him. “Mine—” I pointed at myself. “Ours.” With that, I flung myself into his arms.
Alex laughed and lifted me clear off the ground and spun us in a circle while I laughed and clung to him excitedly. It didn’t take any persuasion at all to get him to piggyback me up to the house; I giggled the whole way and kept my thighs tight against his sides while he bounded up the path.
The curtains on the big house were shut but as we reached the porch, I heard laughter inside. What’s going on? I looked to Alex but he just shook his head and shrugged as he reached for the door. It swung open and we stepped inside.
“Clo!”
The wind was knocked out of me and I almost met the floor face first when I stumbled back. Thin arms were wrapped around my waist and a mop of dark blond hair clued me in.
“Dima!” I cried, hugging him back. “How did you get here?”
Laughter came from the other side of the room and finally I noticed Mama and Dad get up from the couch. He looked the exact same as when I had left; his white-blond hair was buzzed military short, clean shaven, bright blue eyes were ringed with dark circles, and he smiled so brightly that I couldn’t help smile in return. Mama hung off his arm, gazing at him with so much adoration that I couldn’t even be mad that she didn’t tell me they were coming so soon.
My eyes watered and I reached for him frantically. “Dad,” I whispered. “I missed you—” I broke off with a sob, burying my face against the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
“I missed you too, honey.” He patted my back reassuringly. “We really missed you last Christmas.”
I nodded. “Me too…”
We reluctantly broke apart and I realized that Dimitris had let go of me, turning, I found him talking animatedly to Alex, showing him his “cool” scar that my dear husband was happy to compliment him on.
I grabbed my Dad’s hand without question and led him over to the other man. “Dad, this is Alex,” I introduced them. “Alex, this is my dad, Troy.”
Alex smiled politely and shook his hand, I glanced at my Dad who didn’t at all seem fazed by it. Really, no questions?
“Alex is Chloe’s fiancé,” Mama said quickly, cutting us both a sharp look. “We’re still ironing out the wedding details right now.”
Dad waved it off with a laugh. “I’m sure you and Iva are having the time of your life doing that—”
He broke off at the sound of the door rattling and I felt my heart plummet. No! Not now! Before I could lock it, it flew open.
“Zander?” Marie called, glancing into the living room obliviously. “Are you home?”