On the run

Eight

The second that final number left his mouth, his lips were crashing into mine, wasting no time in trying to devour me entirely, his tongue pressing against mine as his hands pulled at my jumper, tugging until it came up from under my ass, allowing him to press his hands under it and against my bare back. I have never been so impressed with my timing to shave and moisturize everywhere.

This kiss had me in a tailspin. I'd had good kisses. I wasn't a newbie when it came to intense, sexually heavy moments, but this, this was something else. This was taking that to another level. It's like he was engulfing me. A fire in him just swallowing me whole and it was burning me right down to my bones. Not a piece of my skin wasn't covered in goosebumps and as his lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck, breathing heavy, very gently pulling pieces of my skin between his teeth, I had to fight back every single fibre of my being that was begging to moan for him.

"This shouldn't be happening." I managed to breathe out. "You're my boss."

"One time. I just need to get you out of my system." He reached the crook of my neck, biting down a little harder and I couldn't fight back the moan I let out as I grasped for his shirt, pulling it up to tell him to take it off. He stood back, stripping his top off and discarding it to the hardwood floor. His eyes darted around the apartment as I caught my breath. "Bedroom." I pointed down the hall, Alexander nodding before coming back to me, trying to pull me up.

"I've got a pizza in the oven." He rolled his eyes, taking his hands off me and turning to the kitchen. What usually took me 4 or 5 steps, he completed in 2, grabbing a tea towel from the side he opened the oven, pulled out the half-cooked food and throwing it onto the countertop before turning back to me.

"Anything else? Other than the candles." I shook my head and he stormed back over, wrapping me around his waist, blowing out the candles before pushing his way down to my bedroom. He wasn't going to waste any time on this. Probably for the best, before one of us realise what we're doing, before our senses come to us. He pushed the door open, lips reconnecting with my neck. "Your fucking birthday. Alone. Eating frozen pizza." His words were so dark right now. Heavy and filled with some kind of anger that I didn't quite understand. "I bet you don't even have a cake do you?"

"I got a cupcake."

"That doesn't count Penny." He sat down on my bed, pulling my jumper up and over my head. Even as I sat on his lap, in just a thong and over the knee socks, his eye didn't move from mine.

"Call me Poppy." He raised an eyebrow. "Please."

"Poppy." It had been so long since I'd heard that name. My head fell back on my shoulders as he smirked, grasping my ass tightly with one hand, Alex used his other to grab the back of my neck, forcing me to look back up at him. "Do you have any idea how much I've had to control myself with you Poppy? And then yesterday you sat there and gave me so much attitude with each answer, I was so close to just fucking you right there and then." He squeezed the hand on my ass until I yelped, letting go and slapping his hand across it quickly. "I should have done." He pushed my head down to the side of him, effectively bending me over his knee and slapping me again. "And not only did you give me attitude Poppy." Slap. "You lied to me." Slap. "Multiple times." With the 4th slap, my skin was burning, tears slipping down the sides of my face as I whimpered. "I knew you weren't this sweet little angel you act like you are."

His hands ran along the string across my lower back, following it down between my cheeks until he reached where I was pooling between my legs. Without any warning, he pushed 2 fingers into me, slapping me again when I wriggled.

"I don't think so Poppy." His hand pushed into my lower back, forcing me to stay down. "You act like a brat; you'll lay there and take your punishment." He was moving way too slow. 4 years. It had been just over 4 years since anyone had laid a finger on me and fuck me, he was hitting all of my kinks without me needing to push him. "Look at you, doing exactly as your told. Moan for me Poppy." I did so on his next movement and he stopped, pulling out of me, slapping his hand across my ass one more time and I knew there was going to be a bruise there without a doubt.