Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Alex
The ride home is cold, with the sun finally tucked away. So, I rub her legs at each stoplight to try and warm her up. I make sure her hands are slipped inside the pocket of my hoodie for extra warmth. I even pull her more snugly into my backside.
Still, when I pull up to her building, she’s shivering. Instead of stopping out front to drop her off, I pull into the garage, snagging the last guest spot, hoping she’ll invite me in.
I’m not ready to say goodbye. My chest aches just thinking about not knowing when or if I’ll see her again.
With the kickstand down, she swings both legs around and off the bike, unbuckling the helmet with lightning speed. Yeah, I can figure out where this is heading. I let loose a sigh, not bothering to unbuckle my helmet.
“Thanks for coming with me,” she shivers, then places both hands around her arms to try and get warm.
“Thanks for the invite…” We stare at each other, seeing one another. I see a woman that’s trying to heal just like me. I see someone I love, someone I want to love and do my damndest to make happy. I see someone who could be my partner, my other half if she isn’t already.
She finally turns to leave, but I stop her before I start the engine on the bike again. “Hey, Em?” She turns back to look at me. “In case I don’t see you. I love you.” Her terse smile fades, and we’re back to staring silently.
I won’t be the first to break. She can leave or say something back, but as long as she wants to stand here with me, I’ll be here.
“Where did you go that night, Alex?” I know what she means. She doesn’t have to say, ‘The night you stood me up.’
I wasn’t proud of where I’d gone, what I’d almost done.
“I hiked to the ridge.” Her face loses color. “The only reason I came back was for you...” She starts to move towards me.
Then she’s hiking a leg up and over the bike. With one leg over the top of each of my thighs, she straddles me, then pulls me in for a kiss. A desperate one. Not soft and safe, like I tried to give her earlier.
So I pull her harder against me, and she gasps when she feels my hardened length beneath her. She pushes her tongue in like she wants to drown me. It’s not necessarily nice, and I get it.
She wants to remind me she still gives a fuck even when I don’t. And I fucking love her for that. My hands are at her waist while hers dig into my hair, into my scalp. She bites my lip, and my dick throbs.
She pulls back to whisper, “If you leave me, I’ll hate you, Alex. I mean it.” She doesn’t look me in the eyes. Instead, she stares at my lips, avoiding eye contact to keep the tears at bay. I don’t want to scare her, but she’s the only thing that’s kept me here. I nod, and she nods with me.
I wipe away a tear that travels down her cheek.
I won’t make false promises, but I know what’s at stake. What I could lose. Emma had become my best friend and my favorite person. She was the only thing that kept me going as I hiked 5 miles in the pitch-black rain to come home to her. To her.
“Come inside,” it’s a command. One I take.
Sliding her back, she drags across my dick, and I lift her to stand. Dismounting, I hang my helmet on the handlebars, then pick her right back up again.
Her legs straddle my waist, and I sink my tongue deep inside her. I hold her with one hand on her round ass and one at her neck, in her hair.
“Em…” I moan when she sucks my tongue, my dick dying to plunge itself into her.
“Start walking.” So I do. I walk us into the lobby, where we make out against the wall while we wait for the elevator.
In the elevator, she grinds her hips against mine, and my body jerks with a newly forming obsession.
In the hall, we struggle to grasp reality and find the keys to her condo. With her legs still around my waist, she leans over to unlock the door. I kick it open just to turn around and kick it closed.
“Last door at the end of the hall.” She instructs me, pulling off her sweatshirt as I walk her back.
The sweatshirt and tee come off as a pair, giving me a view of her full breasts held by a lace-trimmed bra.
Breasts I still think of every time I touch myself.
The way they bounced…full and begging me. Fucking tempting me.
The door at the end of the hall is already open, so I cruise in, dropping her on the bed. With her hair splayed behind her and her limbs sprawled out, I know exactly what I want. I start to undo the button on her jeans, and she squirms.
“This is all I think about, Emma.” It has been. I wanted my face between her thighs, worshiping her existence ever since she sucked my cock like I was the fucking king of England. It was an award-winning performance. One I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
My dick jumps as I begin to pull down her tight jeans, leaving red lacy panties behind. Fuck me. There’s something about my sweet girl wearing this naughty as fuck underwear…
I can feel Em watching me as I admire her body. When I meet her gaze, she and I wear the same look. Need. After I slide her panties down her legs slowly, I tuck them in my back pocket. They’re mine now. She’s mine now. Her breath catches as she watches me run a finger between her bare lips.
Everything about her is so fucking soft. These lips…
And she shaved for him? The jealousy ignites a monster in me, dying to be set free. I don’t want anyone else to see her like this. Not ever.
“Was this for him?” I run a finger through her slit again, pressing down on her clit. She bucks her hips and gasps. “Tell me, baby. Was it?”
She bites her lip, swallowing. “Yeah, it was.” Wrong fucking answer, Emma.
I grab her chin, yanking her forward, and leave her with a kiss that has her grinding mercilessly, making a mess against her sheets.
“Do you wish it was him right now?” She shakes her head, still held by my hand.
“If it was him, would you be wishing it was me?” This time, she nods.
And I reward her with another kiss, driving my tongue in her mouth, making plans to claim every part of her body.
I release her chin, place a knee on the mattress, and lean forward to unclasp the bra hiding her beautiful breasts from me.
“I would have given anything for it to be you tonight,” she says as I look down and memorize each inch of flesh. The creamy length of her abdomen that leads to those soft, pink lips. The lines of her quads in her thighs that I want to see flexed and wrapped around my head as I indulge in her.
Well, it’s going to be me tonight. And tomorrow. And the night after that.
I rip off my sweatshirt and tee but leave my jeans.
Putting my other knee on the bed, and with one hand at her waist, I push her further back on the mattress. Her breasts bounce, and my cock mimics the motion.
Ten months of marriage, and I still haven’t had my mouth on those lips. I haven’t felt inside her, haven’t claimed her. But I will.
There’s this primal need flaring inside me, and all I want is to mark her.
I want the world to look at her and know she’s mine.
How? How would I do it? You know how. The small voice says, tempting me.
I’m a fucking monster, but I’m not sure I can do that to her.
Especially when she might finally be opening back up to me.
I know I can’t. But, fuck, why do I want that so bad?
I push her thighs apart, spreading her wide, and she fists the sheets. Coming down between her, I run my nose between her legs, up one side and down the other, mapping her. Watching her clench as I get closer until my mouth is placing a gentle kiss.
For as soft and quiet and gentle as Emma is, I already know she’ll be able to take whatever I throw at her.
I start slow, though. A lick here, a peck there, a nudge inside.
She’s so fucking sweet. Everything about her is sweet and soft, but this especially.
Fucking nectar. I want to savor it, make it last. For her, but also for me.
But she’s writhing for more. She wants pressure; she wants it hard, and my body recognizes that. So when I finally suck her clit in, my hips thrust against the bed, begging for friction, too.
When she grips my head, her fingernails digging into my scalp, I thrust, feeling the rough denim drag against my cock.
I moan when she pants. She screams when I bite down. She bucks, and I thrust. Holding on tight to her hips and ass, she grinds as I grind.
“I love you,” I say as I suck her in and hump against nothing.
When she screams out, “Alexander!” bucking and writhing against my face, I lose it hearing her say my name, my whole body on fire for her. Thrusting down and against the mattress, the ropes of cum leave my body sticking against my briefs.
So sucking and biting more, I send her into another orgasm. This time, she wraps her thighs around my head, and I keep grinding down against the bed to get every last drop of cum released. Hers and mine both.
She trembles when I finally release her, her arms falling back against the mattress in defeat.
“Come home, baby,” I whisper to her as I massage her hips and legs where I might have left bruises.
With big eyes and pink cheeks, she nods. And I smile.
“Good. Get dressed.”
Emma
His hands on me are a weakness I can’t overcome.
So when he says, ‘Come home, baby,’ I realize him calling me baby is my undoing. I don’t want to refuse. So I don’t.
“Good. Get dressed.”
“Wait, what?” I ask as he stands up, grabbing my legs and pulling me to the edge of the bed. “You don’t want…” I motion down to his groin, confused about how the hottest oral sex of my life could leave him not wanting anything in return.
He adjusts himself slightly and chuckles. “I’m taken care of.” Then he blushes. Did he? Like a virginal teenager?
“Did you…?” I ask, and he laughs.
“Yeah, I did, baby. Don’t make it weird.” Oh god, never. And baby? Again? I’ve never loved the sound of anything more.