SOLO by Deborah Bladon Page A

I want it. I can take it. I can have it and my part in the musical. I need to.
    The moment he breaks the kiss, I feel bereft. I pop open my eyes. He's moving. He's lowering himself between my legs. I feel my panties being pulled down. My hand involuntarily falls into his hair.
    "You have a beautiful body, Libby." He pulls his index finger through my moist slit. "I knew it would be perfect."
    I arch my back to gain more of his touch. I want to feel his hands all over my body. "I want you to…"
    He pushes my skirt up around my waist as he lowers his head to my core. He licks the entire length of my sex in one painfully slow movement. "I knew your cunt would be sweet."
    His words pull everything that is within me to the surface. I cry out from the intensity of the pleasure. I moan every time his skilled tongue circles my clit and I reach for his hair with both hands when I feel his finger slide into me to touch my most sensitive spot.
    "You're going to come for me, Libby." His words feather over my folds. "I want to watch your beautiful face as you come."
    The words send me into an intense, delicious climax. I shudder from the depth of it. My lips part and a slow, involuntary moan trickles out. I hold fast to his hair, clinging to any part of him I can find. It's so much. It feels as though I'm going to burst apart from within.
    I'm still floating in pleasure when he cups my ass in his palms, pulling my body into his mouth again. He's less tender this time, his tongue greedy and aggressive. He licks me hard, rakes his teeth over my clit and sucks it between his lips.
    "Alec, please." I can barely form the words. "I feel so much."
    "Take it, Libby," he growls into me. "Take it."
    "God, yes." I moan into the silence.
    I cry out from the intensity. I gaze down to see him still fully dressed in his suit, kneeling on the floor of his office with his head buried between my thighs. I grab the leather of the couch, close my eyes and let the second orgasm wash over me.
     
    ***
     
    "Did I do something wrong?" I don't honestly know why I'm asking the question. All I did was come all over his face. I'm staring at him. The moist mist of my orgasm still lingers on his lips.
    "Libby," he says my name quietly while he stares at me. "Libby, that was really nice."
    You're telling me that was really nice? Excuse me, I'm the one who just had the two most intense orgasms I've ever had in my life.
    "I liked it a lot," I offer because I'm a lame loser after I've come. My mind is a jumbled mess. I imagined he'd strip and fuck me hard right after he helped me climax, but that wasn't what happened at all. He'd leaned forward, kissed me tenderly and then he helped me put my panties back on.
    "You should probably go." He stands now.
    I don't cry after sex. Wait. I did cry once when the guy I was dating couldn't get me off. I cried because I was so frustrated. Right now, I feel something stirring within me. I can't say for certain that it's tears. All I know is that Alec Hughes ate me out and now he's throwing me out. I guess his mission was accomplished.
    "You want me to go?" I ask for solid clarification. I'm still up for just about anything that includes his cock and mouth.
    He scrubs his hand over the back of his neck. "I have work to do, Libby. You need to go."
    Thank you for proving everyone in New York right, asshole. You are a pathetic man who only wants to fuck women. In my case, I don't even rate for a fuck. I just got a pussy eating. What does that earn me? A new watch? Maybe a fast food meal? Fuck, I am an idiot.
    "I can have Gabriel drive you home." He moves towards the phone on his desk.
    I jump to my feet, smoothing my skirt and adjusting my sweater. "No. I'll take the subway."
    "It's just as fast for Gabriel to take you."
    I guess I have my answer. My payment for our brief, but admittedly satisfying romp, on the couch is a ride in his fancy car. "I'm going to take the subway."
    "Libby," he says my name as he starts back towards me. "I'm