Javier (Alpha Heroes #12)

Chapter Twenty-four

Missy

Javier’s wink resonated through me like the peals of a wind chime. His naughty grin lifted half of his mouth, proclaiming his commitment to more fun and games. The promises that sparkled in his eyes made my chest expand. He’d enjoyed giving me pleasure and, oh, what an incredible pleasure it had been.

In his arms, I felt cozy. I could’ve gone to sleep, but the hard heat of him pressed against my hip, reminding me that, so far, I’d been but a student driver confined to a one-way street. A question popped up in the back of my mind, unease roiling my stomach.

“Are you going to go away now?” I ventured without looking up at him. “You know, like you did the last time?”

“No.” A determined rumble. “That was a mistake, my mistake. I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped my face and studied my features. “Unless you want me to leave?”

“I want to do to you what you just did to me.” I sat up on his lap then knelt on my shins next to him. “It’s only fair.”

He dazzled me with his grin. “Hell if I don’t adore your sense of fairness.”

“I want to do it now.”

“Bossy Angel.” He chuckled. “I love it, but there’s no need to rush. We got all night.”

I had no time to lose. We could be ordered back to Astor House anytime. My FOMO—fear of missing out—spiked. I didn’t want to forgo a second with Javier.

“If oral should be available to any woman who wants it, then it should also be available to any guy who enjoys it.” I nudged my chin toward his erection. “May I?”

His throat bobbed. He leaned back on the pile-up pillows. Cradling the back of his head in his hands, with his body stretched out before me and his long, engorged sex resting against his belly, he offered himself to me. His eyes gleamed with his wild brand of desire.

I took a breath and reached out. I’d done this in my dreams, but not in real life. His handsome sex stood large and proud between his legs. My pulse raced and my fingers trembled as I settled my hand on his shaft. It was hard as metal and hot as a flame, and it surged at my touch.

“Ah, fuck.” He sucked in the air between his teeth and his entire body contracted.

I paused and glimpsed the expression that twisted his face.

“No, don’t stop,” he ordered at a rasp. “Never stop.”

Moving slowly, I feathered my fingertips over his length, gently brushing his sex from top to bottom, a distance greater than I had imagined. The shiver that traveled through his body and pebbled his skin was contagious. It quivered inside of me, wrapped around my core, and squeezed between my legs. I started to flow again. His sex reminded me of a living thing, a straining creature, silently pleading for my attention.

I ventured a glance at his face. “It’s so…”

“It’s so what?” he asked, his voice rough.

“It’s so much bigger than I imagined, so strong and stiff.” I licked my lips and kept exploring him. “It’s… um… You’re beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” He let out a hoarse chuckle. “I don’t know that anyone ever called it that.”

“Well, it is.” Keeping a soft hold around him, I traced the blue veins that bulged over his swollen flesh with my fingertips. “Do you like it like this?”

“Like that, but firmer.” He put his hand over mine and squeezed until my fist held him tightly. He moved my hand up and down, firm, stern strokes that felt harsh to me, but seemed to please him enormously.

“Yeah, like that,” he grunted. “That feels good. You might want to…” A groan cut his words short.

“I might want to do what?” I asked, marveling at the way his sex continued to expand between my fingers and enjoying his strong response to my touch.

“Add a little moisture?” he suggested, his voice strained.

“Moisture?” I blinked a couple of time keeping my hold on him. “Oh.”

I gathered my saliva in the well under my tongue, and cupping my mouth, wetted my palm. I stroked his sex again, coating him thoroughly, gliding my fingers along his shaft, sliding easily over his hot flesh.

“Gods above, but you’re beautiful,” he purred. “Your hand feels amazing. Your fingers are exquisite.”

Gently, he lowered my face to his and planted another long kiss on my mouth that liquefied my pussy and made me moan against his lips.

“That feels good,” he rasped then stilled my hand. “But you’re gonna have to stop now.”

“I don’t want to stop. I want to try something I saw once,” in my dreams . “I want to find out how you feel, what you taste like.”

His eyes went as wide as the moon. “You wanna suck my dick?”

“Why not?” I said. “It’s only fair.”

His throat rippled with a swallow and he nodded. Bending over his lap, I held him at the root, lowered my lips, and planted a small kiss on his helmet.

“Dammit.” He and his sex both stiffened, the latter bulging like all the muscles in his body. “You’re killing me here.”

I grinned up at him, feeling more confident by the minute. “I can tell.”

A small drop bubbled from the slit atop his helmet. I scooped it with the tip of my tongue. It was the first time I tasted his essence, and I loved the mild flavor dissolving in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” He hissed. “Seeing you doing that…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Recalling my dreams, I licked him from root to helmet.

“Ah, shit.” He hissed. “I won’t last three seconds if you do that.”

“I have faith in you.” I paused briefly, pumping his sex in my hand, marveling at the width of his mushroom-shaped head, at his imposing girth and length. “You can handle it.”

He winced and flashed a pain half-smile. “You wicked, wicked female.”

I pursed my lips around him and took a little of him in my mouth. His groan encouraged me to swallow more of him.

“Like that?” I asked, momentarily releasing him before I gulped him down again.

“Yeah, like that,” he rasped.

I angled my head to take in more of him. I swallowed as much of him as I could, until my mouth and throat were full with his flesh, then reversed the course and worked my pursed lips back to the top.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, entwining his fingers in my hair. “You’re a natural, Angel. Your mouth is fucking paradise.”

His praise made me bolder. Bracing with one hand, holding him up with the other, I deepened my swallows. With every pass of my lips, his sex fattened and lengthened. My body sparked with need everywhere. My sex was hot and wet, my nipples knotted, and every part of me found pleasure in pleasing him.

“Take it,” he muttered, pushing my head down gently. “It’s yours. Take it all.”

His words added fuel to my fire. I went down on him with gusto, gorged on that very large banquet. It took some effort. My jaw strained. My mouth wasn’t big enough to hold him, but there was more space beyond it. I plunged down until my lips ringed his base and his flesh crammed the back of my throat. I gagged and swallowed.

“Hell, yeah.” He really liked that.

He was so big, so delicious. I pulled back and plunged down again, this time better prepared to cradle his entirety in my mouth and throat. He curled his hips, sending his sex even deeper in my throat. Every gulp was more satisfying than the prior one.

I was famished for him, salivating like crazy, hungry for more of his essence. I also was keenly aware of the heaving grid of his stomach and the increasing weight of his imperious hand. It splayed at the back of my head, pulling and pushing, full of purpose and direction, bossy, like him, emboldening me to go faster, to swallow more of him.

“You’re driving me nuts,” he rasped, rocking his hips, filling my throat. “Your lips. Angel, you’re incredible.”

I wanted all of him. Recalling the dream, I sucked him deep and hard. I also cupped his corrugated sac, kneading it softly, fully aware of the weight in my hand.

“You gotta stop, baby.” He caught my wrist in his grip. “Feels too good.”

My objection came out as a wet gurgle. He cased my face with his hands and pulled me off him. His sex slid out of my mouth and stood there, gleaming from my moisture. I mourned the loss of having him in my mouth, the thrill of driving him crazy with lust. My breasts rose and fell with my breaths. My lips and chin were wet, and so was my pussy.

I lifted my face and glared at him. “But I like this.”

“And I fucking love you doing this to me.” His eyes shimmered like sparkles.

“Then why did you stop me?” I asked, sitting back on my shins.

“Lesson number six.” He planted a kiss on my lips, his chest still heaving. “Sucking cock will drive a guy crazy with lust. You sucking my cock? Insanity.”

A shiver ran straight to my sex. “I want to finish you, feel you climax in my mouth, like you did to me.”

“I want to do that, too, but not yet.” His lips slid over my moist mouth as he kissed me thoroughly. “I have other plans.”

He cupped my sex and felt my wetness. I was soaked. I trembled at his touch.

“You’re so ready, Angel.” He massaged me gently. “Your pussy’s drenched, and I can smell your need wafting from your pores. I’ve lusted for you for so long, since the day I first held you in my arms.” He kissed me again, leaving me rasping for air when he drew back. “You gave me a hard-on in the middle of that shitshow.”

I’d known this. I’d suspected it, felt it , all along, but hadn’t trusted my feelings, my dreams, myself.

“I’ve wanted you since…” I hesitated. “Since the first time I saw you in my dreams.”

“Missy.” His molten gaze warmed my heart. “I need to fuck you. I want to be inside you, right now.”

I baited my breath to say yes and yes.

That’s when a sound startled us both, a muted, insistent beep.

“What’s happening?” I stared at the night table where Javier’s cell lit up with red flashes.

“My security app alarmed,” he whispered, rolling off the bed, and grabbing for his cell. “One of my motion detectors went off.”

The blood drained from my face. Terror killed my warmth and replaced it with cold dread. Moving swiftly, he hit the light switch and turned off the lamps. The only illumination that remained in the room came from a beam of faint, bluish starlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. It allowed me to follow Javier’s swift movements. Crouching low, he retrieved his Glock from the night table, studied his cell for a few seconds, then stole to the front window and peeked through the curtains.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Pedro is not at his post.”

A frozen tide of fear washed over me, not only for us, but for Pedro, too.

In the darkness, Javier was but a blur as he shimmied into his jeans and slipped the cell and keycard in his pocket before he stole to the closet.

“Is it…?” I didn’t want to whisper Bekker’s name, didn’t want to manifest such evil. The memory of the vicious beast blasted a chill up my spine.

“The cameras don’t show shit.” His voice was barely audible as he unzipped his duffel and pulled out his carbine.

My vertebrae turned to icicles. “You’re not going out there, are you?”

“I’m sure someone out there thinks that should be at the top of my to-do list.” He crouched low and pressed an icon on his cell. “Fuck. The signal’s out. Allen won’t get my alert.”

“Let me try the landline.” I picked up the receiver on the night table and pushed several buttons. “Shoot. No dial tone.”

“The line’s been cut,” Javier concluded somberly.

God help us. We were on our own.

I gulped so hard that I was sure he heard me croaking from across the room. One moment, I’d been on fire, enjoying myself in his arms, and getting ready to take the next step. The next moment, all pleasure and joy evaporated, and we faced danger that had me nearly hyperventilating and not far from fainting.

Don’t faint. Breathe, Missy. Breathe .

I stumbled out of bed and grappled for clothes, any clothes. I found Javier’s T-shirt crumpled on the floor and threw it on. I almost screamed when I found Javier crouching next to me. He’d moved so quietly, I hadn’t seen him return to my side.

“Take this,” he whispered, handing me his handgun and pointing as he explained. “Quick reminder. Safety. Aim. Trigger. Two handed grip. Like this.” He placed my hands on the weapon and demonstrated. “Hold the gun up, aim, shoot. Hide behind the curtains. Don’t move or make a sound until I give you the all clear. Copy that?”

My hands shook under the weight of the gun. “Are you really going out there?”

“That’s exactly what our enemy would expect.”

“You’ve said before you never do what an enemy wants you to do.”

“Exactly.” In the darkness, his eyes glittered obsidian black. Scouring his face, I didn’t spot a trace of the fear petrifying my insides.

“I want to stick with you,” I pleaded quietly. “We’ll be safer if we stick together.”

“Overall, I concur.” He flashed a predatory smirk. “But first, we gotta counter a trap with another. Let the games begin.”