Traded for Nine Boats, I Walked In Pregnant and Ran Their House novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: His Mouth

In his bed Ari starts it and Alex kneels at the edge and gives her what she asks for until his grandmother knocks.

His door was open an inch.

I pushed it with two fingers and stepped into a room lit by the orange glow of the street.

Alex stood at the window with his back to me, shirtless, with his hands braced on the sill.

He did not turn around.

"I told myself you wouldn't come up," he said.

"You told me the door doesn't lock," I said.

"I told you a fact."

"Then I'm checking it," I said.

I closed the door behind me and turned the handle until it clicked.

It did not lock, and I leaned against it anyway.

He turned around.

His chest was broad, with a line of dark hair down the center.

His eyes went over me once, from my socks to my hair.

"Ariadne," he said. "You're pregnant."

"I'm aware."

"You were sick an hour ago."

"I'm hungry now," I said.

"I've been hungry since Tarpon Springs, and it isn't for toast."

His throat moved.

I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it on the floor.

I wore a plain black bra that had stopped fitting a week ago.

My breasts had grown, heavy and sore, and the cups cut a line across the top of them.

Alex looked at them and made a low sound.

"They're bigger," he said.

"Everything's bigger," I said.

"I noticed in the kitchen," he said.

"Come here and notice again."

He crossed the room in three steps and stopped in front of me.

He didn't touch me.

His hands hung at his sides, closed into fists, and I saw how hard he was holding them.

"Say it," he said.

"Your hands first."

He put them on my ribs, slowly.

His palms were hot.

They slid up under the band of the bra and cupped me through the cotton.

I arched into them with a gasp.

"Careful," I said. "They're tender."

"Like this?"

His thumbs circled once, so lightly I could barely feel it.

"Harder," I said.

His thumbs pressed, and a shock of pleasure went straight between my legs.

"There," I said. "Oh, there."

He unhooked the bra and took it off me and looked.

"God," he said.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

I had been called many things on the docks.

Nobody had said that in a voice that shook.

He bent his head and took one nipple in his mouth, and I put both hands in his hair and held on.

His tongue was warm and slow, and he drew on me gently and then not gently, and I heard myself whimper.

"Bed," I said. "Now."

He lifted me and set me down at the edge of the mattress.

I tugged at his sleep pants.

"These too," I said.

He shoved them down and kicked them off.

He stood naked in front of me, hard and heavy, and he did not try to hide it.

I reached out and ran one finger up the underside of him.

His whole body jerked.

"Careful," he said, through his teeth.

"I haven't done this since the storm."

"Neither have I," I said.

"No one else?" he asked.

"No one else, Alex.

"Not for a long time before that, either."

Something moved in his face.

He took my hand off him, lifted it, and kissed the inside of my wrist.

"Then I'm going to take my time," he said.

He pulled my leggings and underwear down my legs together and dropped them.

Then he knelt on the floor in front of me.

His hands settled on my knees.

He looked up at me from between them.

"I'm going to put my mouth on you," he said, "until you can't remember your father's name."

"Do it."

He opened my knees wide and set my heels on his shoulders.

Then he lowered his head, and the first long lick of his tongue went up through me and I cried out.

"Alex," I said.

"Again?" he asked, against my skin.

"Don't you dare stop."

He didn't.

He licked me slowly, from my entrance to my clit, and he groaned into me, hungry and unhurried.

His tongue circled my clit, and I fell back onto my elbows with my head thrown back.

"Slower," I said, and he slowed.

"There. Yes. Right there."

He found the spot and stayed on it.

The heat built low in my belly, thick and slow, rising with every pass of his tongue.

I reached down and put my fingers through his hair and held his head against me.

He moaned, and the sound vibrated through my clit and I gasped.

"More," I said. "Use your fingers."

He slid one thick finger into me.

I was so wet it went in with no effort at all.

He curled it up and found the place inside me that made my legs shake.

"There?" he muttered against me.

"Yes. Yes. Two."

He gave me two.

He stroked me from inside while his mouth sucked my clit, and the pleasure climbed so fast I couldn't hold my breath.

"I'm going to come," I said. "Alex, I'm about to."

"Come on my mouth," he said.

I came.

It tore through me in a long, hard wave that curled my toes and bowed my back off the bed.

I cried out his name, and he held me through it, working me gently with his tongue until I was boneless and shuddering.

He did not stop.

"Alex, I can't, it's too much."

"You can," he said, and his tongue flicked once.

"You're already so swollen.

"Give me another."

I was pregnant and sensitive, and the second one came almost before the first had ended, rolling over me until I was shaking with it.

When I could see again, he was still kneeling there with his chin wet and his eyes black.

"Good," he said, with raw satisfaction.

"That's my girl."

I reached for him.

I took hold of his wrists and dragged him up onto the bed beside me, and I pushed him onto his back.

"My turn."

He went still.

"Ariadne," he said.

"Lie back," I said.

"I'm telling you what I'm going to do."

I knelt between his thighs and pulled the sleep pants down.

He sprang free, thick and flushed, with a bead of fluid already at the tip.

I looked at him for a long moment.

"You're bigger than I remembered," I said.

"It was dark," he said hoarsely.

"It was a storm."

"Ariadne," he said.

"Yes?"

"Please."

He had never said that word to me before.

I bent down and ran my tongue slowly from the base to the head.

He swore.

I took him into my mouth, as much of him as I could, and the salt of him spread over my tongue.

His hips lifted off the bed, and his hand came down in my braid.

He didn't pull.

He just held on, shaking.

"God, your mouth," he said.

"Look at me."

I looked up at him with my lips stretched around him.

His eyes were wild.

I took him deeper, and I hollowed my cheeks, and I hummed.

"Ariadne, I'm not going to last."

I pulled off just enough to speak.

"Then don't."

I went back down and worked him with my mouth and my hand together, slow, then faster.

His thighs went rigid under my palms.

"I'm going to come. I can't stop it."

He came with a shout he muffled against his own arm.

It filled my mouth, hot and bitter, and I swallowed it and kept him gently in my mouth until he stopped shuddering.

He lay flat with his chest heaving.

I crawled up the length of him and lay down on my side against his shoulder.

For a while we both stared at the ceiling.

His hand drifted over my hip, my ribs, the heavy curve of my breast.

His thumb found my nipple, and I shivered.

"Already?" I said, and felt him hardening against my thigh.

"You're in my bed," he said.

"Naked."

"Then do something about it."

I threw my leg over his and straddled his thigh.

He was hard muscle under me, and I was wet and swollen, and I rocked against him without thinking.

The friction made me gasp.

"Like that," he said, watching my face.

"Use me."

I did.

I ground down on his thigh, slowly, and the slick of me ran along his skin.

He pulled me down by the hips and held me there, firm, and I rubbed myself against him until my breath came in sobs.

He drew my breast into his mouth, and I held his head.

"Alex," I said. "I'm close again."

"I've got you," he said against my breast.

"Show me."

I cried out and came shaking against his leg, with my fingers knotted in his hair.

He stroked my back through it.

When I could breathe, I laughed.

"Three," I said.

"I counted."

"So did I."

He sounded fiercely proud.

Then he turned his head and looked at my hips.

"Come up here," he said. "Higher."

I did not understand until his hands closed on me and slid me up his chest.

My knees were on either side of his head, and his face was under me.

"Alex, I'll smother you."

"Sit," he said.

"Sit on my mouth, Ariadne. I want your whole weight."

I took hold of the headboard with both hands and lowered myself.

His tongue found me at once, flat and hot, and my head fell back.

I was swollen from the last time, and he knew it, so he went slowly.

He lapped at me with his hands spread on my thighs to steady them.

"Ride it," he said into me.

I moved.

I rolled my hips against his mouth, shameless, with my belly round above his face and my breasts swinging.

I heard myself laughing and moaning in the same breath.

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

He answered by taking my clit between his lips and sucking.

I cried out and ground down harder, and he groaned his approval into me.

The headboard knocked the wall.

I bit my own wrist to keep from shouting.

I came again against his mouth with my thighs shaking on either side of his head, and his hands held me there through every pulse.

I slid down off him and fell against the pillow.

"Four," I said, when I could talk. "I'm losing count."

"I'm not," he said, and wiped his chin with his forearm.

"Four."

He rolled me onto my back and moved down the bed.

He pressed his lips to the soft rise of my stomach, under the navel.

He kissed it slowly.

He kissed it again, a little to the left.

"Mine," he said against my skin.

"Both of you.

"Mine."

I laid my hand on the back of his head.

I didn't know what to say, so I stroked his hair.

"I should go back down," I said, eventually.

"Stay," he said.

"Your grandmother checks the rooms," I said.

"Then she'll find you here."

He pulled the quilt over us and wound one arm around my waist, and I fell asleep with his palm spread over the baby.

I woke to a knock.

Pale light was coming through the window.

The clock on his desk said ten to six.

"Alexandros," said Marigo Stavrou, through the door.

"Is the pledge in her room?"

Alex's eyes opened.

He looked at me, and I looked at him.

"She is," he called, in a perfectly steady voice.

"Good," said his grandmother.

"Then she won't mind coming down for coffee."

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