Pining For You (Man of the Month Club)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

ROSEMARY

The sound of physical jingle bells breaks through my foggy haze. Busy footfalls are all around me. I struggle to open my eyes because there’s crust in the corners. Ew. Gross. Pain shoots throughout every muscle as I slowly move my stiff body.

I fell asleep but I don’t remember coming to the lobby couch. Last I remember, I was on the floor trying to untangle some lights. I look down to see my hands are covered in glitter, and tinsel is sticking to me.

The tree! It’s not finished.

But when I look over, I see that it is. Tears fill my eyes. It’s everything I’d hoped for and more.

“Oh, wow! That looks awesome!” Alexi’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Great job, little man. Do you need help getting it on there?”

I turn to find him helping a small child hang an ornament onto the tree. My heart is galloping at a pace that I feel like it’s coming out of my chest. This is stupid. Why am I getting so worked up over him being nice to a little boy. The sight has my heart soaring. Alexi has never been rude or mean person. In fact he’s generally always playful, but there’s something about seeing the big goof be so attentive and patient with a kid. My ovaries are ready to explode. It doesn’t help he’d finished my tree exactly the way I’d dreamed it would be. He really is a great guy…

Am I falling in love with Alexi Diakos? Not sure. I’m definitely having sex with him tonight, though. If decorating a tree is all it takes to get into my pants, does that make me easy? Not sure on that either, but I’m okay with it. This moment is all I wanted.

“Alexi?” I call out.

Instead of smiling at me, he looks pale and hesitant to walk over to me. When he’s close enough to speak, his words rush out in a hushed tone. “Don’t be mad. I came back to check on you and you were drooling all over the floor. That’s a danger to you and the guests. They could’ve either stepped on you, tripped over you, or slipped in the puddle that would have soon been a lake of saliva.”

Maybe I won’t be having sex with him.

“I laid you on the couch so you weren’t in danger, and I’ve kept an eye on you the entire time. While you got some much-needed rest, I finished the tree.”

Sex is back on the table.

“It looks exactly like how I envisioned it. How’d you know?”

Alexi takes out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. “You literally have a sketch with detailed side notes.” Then he points to the main lobby. “Plus, I saw the photo of you and your brother with your grandparents at their house on Christmas. You took some direction from that tree since it’s the inspiration for this one, right?” I nod and he continues. “Guests came by, and somehow, we got started making ornaments.”

I wrap my arms around him. “You’re the best.”

“I know. I’m just glad you’re finally realizing it,” he whispers in a mocking tone.

“I’m so happy!”

He holds me tighter, and his lips graze over my ear. “Good. That’s all I wanted.”

“I need to shower. Come to my room in thirty minutes.”

“Your room? For what? To discuss the decorations?”

I pull away from him. “That, and possibly another magical experience.”

His eyes become bright and his eyebrows go high. “Another magic moment?”

Without answering him, I turn and hurry to my room. I can’t stop smiling the entire way.

After being stuck in a tree and then sleeping in the lobby, I’m in desperate need of a shower. Hopefully it’ll also help clear my head. I hadn’t expected, planned, or even wanted to fall for Alexi. That doesn’t mean I want him any less. I’ve always had an attraction to him. He’s a gorgeous man with a playful and flirty personality. Which is also one of the reasons I never wanted us to move our relationship forward.

Alexi is a ladies’ man—or so I thought. But is he really? Sure, he flirts with everyone, but I’ve never seen him date anyone. He’s never led anyone on or used them. Flirting is simply part of his personality. He likes making people feel special and teasing them to make them laugh.

Another area I got wrong was thinking that Alexi was going to use me. He only wants to make his family proud the same way I do. He doesn’t care that I’m part of the Hayes family. Turns out, he isn’t even wanting to work his way up. This event is about proving he can do something somewhere else. I’m not sure Alexi knows what he wants to do permanently. I can’t fault him there either, since I’m not even sure myself. Surprisingly, we’re both on the same journey.

I turn on the shower and practically moan at the feel of the water. I pour a generous amount of soap into my palm and slide my hands down my body, lathering myself in bubbles and a sweet aroma. Steam fills the room, and my muscles finally relax. I’ve been so tense, but now everything is finally coming together. Alexi and I are working together, and we have a much better understanding of each other. Perhaps getting stuck in that tree was the best thing that could’ve happened.

My palm slides lower. Thoughts of Alexi holding me tightly, with the bulge of his cock pressed against my back, fill my mind. There was never any doubt that Alexi would know how to kiss. Yet nothing could’ve prepared me for him. I’d never lost myself so much in a kiss. Thank goodness he’d been holding me or it would’ve been the kiss of death, no doubt. I was putty in his hands and probably would’ve just gone limp and fell over and hit every branch on the way down. The sad part is that he’s ruined me for any other kisses. Nobody can top that. Can he even top it? Was it only special because of the circumstances? I guess we’re about to find out.

Two of my fingers slide between my pussy lips and dip inside. I need some friction. I’ve worked myself up with thoughts of Alexi’s touch. If I don’t give myself a little relief, I might tackle him as soon as he walks through the door. My pussy aches with need. I try sliding in and out, but it’s useless. I almost want to cry. Removing my fingers, I focus on my clit, working it around. Nothing. That son of a bitch has even ruined me for my own hand.

Annoyed with my predicament, I give up and quickly finish my shower. I’m just wrapping a towel around me when I hear a knock at the door. Shamelessly, I walk over and swing the door open wide.

“You didn’t have to get dressed up on my account,” Alexi teases.

I watch as his eyes dilate, taking in my almost nude body.

I pull him inside and quickly shut the door behind him. “What was the point of getting dressed if I would just want you to take it off me?”

My towel falls to the floor, and I walk to my bedroom. Thankfully, he follows, because that would’ve been awkward had he stayed behind. His voice is lower when he speaks against my back. “Isn’t it more fun to unwrap your Christmas presents?”

“Not if you’re impatient.”

He spins me around to face him. “Are you impatient?”

“For you, yes.”

“For my cock?”

“Yes.” I don’t even hesitate.

“Then unwrap your present.” He places his hands firmly on my shoulders and guides me to kneel in front of him.

I take in a deep breath and do as he says. My pussy is already aching and wet. I talk a big game, but fun fact, I’m not that experienced. I’m a lot better at receiving oral sex than performing it. That sounds really selfish, but I get nervous. Maybe it’s performance anxiety?

Right now, my anxiety is setting in because I want to be so good for him. Slowly, I unbuckle his belt, then unfasten his jeans. Anticipation is growing between us. Sexual tension fills the room. I ease the zipper down. What will I find inside? Is he circumcised? Thick? Long? Hairy? Bare? Who cares!

Before I can stop myself, I giggle. “You were right! This is fun. Just like opening a present.”

Alexi groans and that’s when I notice his hands are fists by his sides. He’s stiff and barely breathing.

“Do I reach inside and pull it out?” I ask. “Or do I pull your jeans and briefs all the way down? Your shoes are still on. We didn’t think this through.”

A low growl comes from above me. “Just get my dick. Please. I’m dying.”

The anticipation is killing him, isn’t it? I don’t voice that thought out loud. I shove his jeans and briefs down, and his dick springs free. Huh. Looky there. Alexi is uncircumcised. My first one. I decide I better keep that thought to myself as well.

I stare up into his eyes and my breathing picks up. My body melts under his heated stare. I lean forward on my knees, keeping my eyes on him the entire time as I place a gentle kiss on the tip. His whole body trembles. I slide my tongue out and begin stroking him with it. He moans and I find myself moaning with him, shocking myself. I’m no longer worried about how I’m doing, but it turns out I don’t even mind doing it. I gently guide the foreskin back and lick the head. It’s like finding a hidden gift inside. Another low moan rumbles from his chest. I like getting this reaction from him. I open my mouth and he slides himself inside me. I suck and continue stroking him with my tongue.

“You’ve got a greedy mouth there, doll.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. I would tell him I’m just a greedy bitch all around, but hey, my mouth is full. His strong fingers gently curl around my hair, and I try to take him deeper but gag. He quickly pulls back, but I suck him harder. Before I’m ready to stop, he pulls himself from my mouth.

“I’m not coming inside your mouth. Not today anyway.” Cocky jerk. “Climb on the bed.”

As I lie back, Alexi climbs on top of me and begins to lower himself between my legs. I stop him. “Only you get oral. Tonight anyway.” I wink. “Remember, I’m greedy and impatient for your cock. I’m clean and on birth control. Are you?”

“Um… I’m not on birth control. I am clean. You don’t want me to get you ready?”

“Oh, I’m ready. I was just fingering myself in the shower while thinking about you.”

Before I can feel embarrassed from confessing that to him, he goes animalistic. His dick sliding into me almost knocks the wind out of me.

“Are you fucking serious?” He sounds like he’s barely in control of himself. “Were you really touching yourself to thoughts of me?”

“Yes,” I pant out.

My admission fuels him on. He thrusts deeper and harder. “You have no idea what that does to me. Fuck. You felt incredible in my dreams, but nothing compares to how you feel now. So hot and wet for me.”

Sounds like we’ve both been masturbating to fantasies of each other.

“But I couldn’t come. Your touch,” I cry out. “I needed your touch.”

“That’s right. Only my touch can give this pussy what it needs.”

“Don’t get cocky.” Even though he has every right to be.

His lips trail up my neck to my jaw. The kisses are so tender, such a contrast to the firmness of his grip as his fingers dig into my hips. “Not cocky. Just know my worth, doll.”

He pushes himself deeper. I have to grip his shoulders to hang on. My vagina walls begin tightening around him as my orgasm builds. Unlike with my fingers, I do come, hard and powerful around him, milking his cock. I hear Alexi whisper out my name as the warmth of his come fills me.

As I float on the high of my orgasm, Alexi holds me tightly and then places the most tender kiss on my forehead. The moment almost brings tears to my eyes. After everything we’ve gone through, the fast spiral of our relationship, now this moment is almost too much. It’s overwhelming. The best part is I can feel his love and know that I’m not a joke to him. I’m not a toy or a whim. The sincerity can’t be faked. This moment is honest. We’re real.