Stockholm Syndrome Ch. 04-07

"No?" he asked while he tugged his t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor.

"No," I croaked, looking over his awesomely tight, almost hairless chest, his firm biceps, every nook and cranny of his upper torso. I couldn't believe he was actually standing there and that he was mine -- well, mine for the day, anyway. Furthermore, I couldn't believe he actually wanted me.

He took a step closer and grabbed my face softly, running his thumbs just under my earlobes. Tilting my head up, he bent down and hesitated a moment, so I closed my eyes, expecting to feel his lips on mine, finally. But something grazed the tip of my nose, moved to the right side before his cheek brushed against mine. I exhaled quietly; my mouth being close to his ear I didn't want to breathe too heavily. All the while, my hands roamed over his chest, gently kneading his skin. When I reached his stomach I was surprised he was breathing a little shallow. I twisted my head around until our lips met, and he kissed me so hard and passionately I stopped breathing for a second. His hands held my head tighter, though not too tight. Ah, there's the Alex Kiss we all know and love. I leaned into his body, my now-erect nipples meshing against his chest.

Removing his left hand, he placed it in the small of my back, pressing hard, like he never wanted to let go. I moaned from the back of my throat as my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, sliding downward to the button of his jeans. I had just unfastened the button when he broke the kiss and pulled back, looking over my face, grinning naughtily. He reached behind him, removed something from his back pocket and threw it on the nightstand. It was the condom he must have gotten from the bathroom in the lobby the night before. Embraced in the kiss, my body took over. Now, however, my brain started over-thinking everything. I fought my damned brain over my body, and thankfully my body won. Smiling, I got on the bed on my side, over the covers and watched him.

Fully confident, his eyes on mine, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to knees; they fell to the floor at his feet on their own. My eyes migrated south to his crotch, his thick bulge protruding through his black trunk briefs. Without a word, much less a warning, he jumped on the bed, ending up on his side and facing me. I yelped in surprise then laughed. "Brilliant move, Alex!"

He didn't answer, but my body sure did. I basically threw myself at him, my leg over his and my chest just above his ribcage. I kissed him like I'd never kissed a man before, or even imagined I could. My body was on fire, totally enflamed by his heat. Our lips still locked, he maneuvered me so I was on my back, his legs between mine; I bent my knees so our bodies were more aligned. I opened my eyes when I felt him tilt his crotch against mine, and I sighed when he moved his hips up and down a bit. I could tell how wet I'd become when the bulged material went from dry and rough to soft, moving much more easily.

I so wanted to see what he was hiding under the trunks, even more so to feel him inside me, but he had other plans. His lips moved from mine to my chin, not kissing but running his lips over it, then to my cheek. I could hear his breathing was a little heavier as he nudged his lips in the crook of my neck, kissing and nudging that gave me chills.

I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair before he pushed himself down a little, but his lips never left my skin. I watched as his kisses moved down to my collarbone to my breast bone before his tongue licked my nipple, making it even perkier. My hand still on the back of his head, I pressed down gently to let him know what to do, and he understood. He cocked his head upward to look at me as he licked it once more before enveloping his lips around it, tenderly sucking.

"Hmm," I moaned quietly, my mouth handing slightly open.

My moan must have done something to him because he took on my nipple with more aggression and a gradual hardness, alternating between sucking and gingerly biting, his tongue flicking over the very tip of my nipple. He pinched my other nipple with his free hand, sending a current of electricity from my nipples to my stomach to my pussy.

Reluctantly, he removed his mouth and started to slowly kiss his way downward, seeming not to have a problem with my not-so-taut stomach. Reaching his apparent goal, he traced his tongue over my wet, swollen clit, making me gasp. I looked down at him with apprehension; I was comfortable with him kissing my body, but not go down on me.

He lifted his head up and looked at me. "Shh." The look of hunger and lust in his eyes made me silent, but not for long.

He went back down on me, working my clit licking and sucking, making me squirm, my legs shaking, my moans constant and growing louder. I reached my hand down in search of his, which he must have seen, and clasped his fingers around mine. Within seconds I felt my orgasm coming on, and I didn't hold it back. I threw my head back and mumbled his name before it exploded within me. My body tensed as noises escaped me that I'd never made before. He only eased up a little as he let my orgasm ebb then wane before he stopped and let go of my hand.

I lay there panting hard, trying to force my breathing down, my eyes still closed. I felt the mattress shake but didn't pay much mind to it at first. That was until I heard something tear, and knew he was putting on the condom. My body shook with what I knew would soon be coming. He got back on the bed between my legs, spreading them with his knees before leaning forward, took my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I opened my eyes because I felt his long, hard cock against my still-wet pussy, but he didn't enter me. His face was somewhat stern, his lips pursed, but the look in his eyes was warm and wanting. I put my hands on his chest and he settled on top of me, took my hands and stretched my arms over me. He kissed me again, softer that time. It just turned me on even more.

"Alex," I mumbled. "I need you so fucking bad right now, you have no idea."

"I've wanted you since the first time I saw your smile." That made my pussy tingle.

He gave me a crooked smile before he slowly and carefully entered me, I guessed allowing me to get used to his size. When I first saw the bulge in his trunks I thought there was no way he'd fit inside me. But I was now so wet and ready for him that he slid right in. The electric sensation surged through me as he filled me completely.

"Oh, fuck," I grunted, pushing my hips down to take as much of him as I could. I buried my head in the pillow, closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him inside me.

He ran his hands over my breasts before he put them on either side of my elbows. Then he began to fuck me, occasionally moaning, quickening his pace ever so slightly with a sense of purpose, an urgency that I couldn't explain. As he penetrated me, our bodies rocked in perfect rhythm. I tightened my muscles around his cock, making him stop for a brief moment. He rested his chin in the crook of my neck and cooed, "Fuu—don't let go."

He kissed my neck a few times before he leaned back up and took his cock almost out before he plunged back in, forcing me to muffle a scream against his chest. Doing that a few more times was all it took to send another orgasm coarsing through me. I didn't give a shit how loud I was when I screamed. He growled once, pounded into me twice more before I felt his cock quiver against my walls. His body suddenly froze, growled like the sound of a cat purring, grinding his hips against mine as his own orgasm exploded. The expression on his face was priceless. Seeing a man's cum face is probably the most private, sacred thing he can share with a woman.

"Care—eee," he groaned.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked breathlessly, finding it hard to breath.

"Oh," he replied, giving me a quick kiss. "It's a very, very good thing."

He took a firm hold of my shoulders, and before I knew what had happened I was lying on top of him straddling his waist, his cock still inside me. "Holy fuck, Alex! That was impressive." I exclaimed.

He frowned. "I thought you Americans didn't like that word."

I knew exactly what he meant. "Nah. We use holy all the time."

"Smart ass." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close. I placed my head just below his chin and relaxed, or tried to. He didn't give any indication my weight was too much for him. "That thing you did ... where'd you learn to do that?"

"What thing?"

"You grabbed my cock when I was inside you."

"I did?" I asked innocently then squeezed it again. What shocked the hell out of me was that it responded somewhat, but there was no way I'd be able to go again; if we did I would have had a heart attack, but at least I would have died happy. "Oh, that. An article in Cosmopolitan." My body shook with his laugh. "Don't tell me you haven't had a woman do that to you."

"I've never had a woman—"

"I wasn't expecting an answer."

We lay there for a few minutes, both quiet, our breathing becoming more shallow and regular as we came down from our orgasms. I'd been running my thumb over his cheek while he ran his fingernails up and down my back. I had to really fight the urge not to fuck him from my position, but I had ignored my bladder far too long. "Shit, gotta go to the bathroom."

"Hmm-kay." Pushing myself up, I lifted my hips slowly, though not teasingly, letting his dick adjust to the loss of the warmth of my pussy. "Oohh," he whined.

"Sorry, hon," I said as I scooted to the side of the bed, planting my feet on the carpet. I tried to get up, but my legs were shaky. I hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"My legs are jelly."

"Ah." He was quiet for a second before he put his fingers on the tattoo on my right shoulder. "This is cool. When did you have this done?"

The coldness of his fingers made me jump a little, since I wasn't expecting it. "In the middle of my mid-life crisis when I was 29. I couldn't decide whether I wanted a dolphin or a music note. So two years later I came up with the dolphin jumping through the music note."

"Mid-life crisis at 29? Hell, I'm still waiting for mine. Isn't that a little early?" His voice was light, not pressing for a deep, serious confession.

"It was for me. I never thought I'd make it to 39, much less 47." The implication of what I had just said hit me like a ton of bricks; I'd never figured out exactly why I needed the tattoo until that moment.

I ran to the bathroom, more like shuffled very carefully, slamming the door accidentally behind me. After relieving myself I stared in the mirror before running cold water over my face, thinking that would stop me from crying. Fucking hormone spikes after sex sucked.

Walking back out into the room, Alex was sitting up under the blanket, resting just above his "Sorry. Mom was 44 when she died. I didn't mean to ... I didn't want to fuck up—"

"Carrie, come here," he said, his voice even softer than he usually spoke. I sauntered over to the bed and got under the covers. He cradled me in his arms, his head just above mine, brushing the hair away from my face so he could see it more clearly. "Sweetheart, I wish you would stop saying that."

Putting his hand on my hip, he kissed my cheek then settled down beside me. I grabbed his hand and brought it in front of me, holding onto his one with both of mine. "Alex, how about we just stay here for the day, if it's okay with you. We can get room service for dinner."

"Hmm. How about we get room service for dinner, and I take you to my sunset hill."

I couldn't help but smile. "sunset hill? Sounds like an old folks home."

"No, Carrie," he chortled. The place I told you about where I watch the sunsets."

"Oh. Sounds good." I couldn't stifle a yawn.

"Get some sleep."

I shoved my head back, looked into his eyes for a second then said, "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad I'm here, too. Now hush and go to sleep."

I was quiet, thinking of all the crap that I had to do the next day with flying out. "Shoot, I wanted to confirm—"

"Shh." He started to run his fingers through my hair near my temple, something my mother did when I was a little girl that always put me to sleep.

And it did the trick. My last thought before I went to sleep was: Okay. Now I can add and cross off 'Meet and have sex with Alex Skarsgard' off my "Things That'll Never Happen Even If the World Ends Tomorrow' Bucket List."