Chapter 13 #3
“Yes, it is. Can you leave us to our dinner? Please?” he asks politely.
She huffs, then stomps away. I roll my eyes while Alex apologizes.
I assure him that it’s not his fault. After we order, we sit in silence.
It’s not uncomfortable silence, but it’s strange since we usually have so much to talk about.
In retrospect, I don’t think we’ve had any trouble talking to one another since the first day we met.
I’ve felt at ease with him from the very beginning.
Why is he so quiet now? I bring up several things about geology class, and he just nods and says things like “Uh-huh” and “Yep.” The food comes, and that helps ease the tension that I feel.
Alex orders the world’s biggest steak, and I order a grilled chicken breast with a side of steamed veggies.
Even though my mom is not my favorite person, I still can’t seem to break away from her years of brainwashing—err, I mean guidance about healthy eating.
As we eat, there’s more silence, and it’s deafening. I’ve run out of mundane things to talk about, and I’m starting to feel self-conscious. Am I a terrible date? I must be boring as hell either that or he regrets bringing me. Or worse, he’s embarrassed to be seen with me.
Why do I keep putting myself through things like this?
I know it’ll end in pain. Mine. Tears prick my eyes.
Where did they come from? No matter, I can’t stop them.
He doesn’t notice though because he isn’t even looking at me.
His eyes are roaming around the restaurant.
Is he hoping he doesn’t see anyone he knows?
I can’t take it. It’s too much.
I set my fork down and choke out, “I’m not feeling well.”
I get up abruptly, grab my purse, and rush to the entrance of the restaurant. I wish I had my own car then I could get away from here. Maybe I can grab a cab if I head out toward the main road. As I turn to move in that direction, big arms wrap around my waist.
“Leave me alone, Alex. I need to go.”
Lifting me off the ground, he carries me to a secluded spot at the side of the building. So embarrassing.
Setting me down, he turns me until I’m facing him. “Stella, what happened? Did I do something?”
“Did you do something?” Yes. No. That’s just it. He didn’t do anything. He didn’t speak to me or look at me. “No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head, but I know he won’t let me leave until I explain. “I guess I’m a boring date. I’m sorry for that. I’ve never been on a date before, and I must not have done it right.”
“What do you mean you’ve never been on a date before? Didn’t you date—”
“Yes, jeez, I dated him for a year, but we never actually went on ‘a date,’” I say with air quotes. “He usually just came over to my house and watched television.”
“What the hell, Pixie? What were you doing with that guy all of that time?” He sounds pissed.
That’s when I lose it. “It’s not like people were banging down my door to ask me out.
They weren’t, Alex. You might as well know that you’re on a date with a fat loser.
Wait, you already know that. You could barely look at me through dinner.
You wouldn’t talk to me. I’m sorry I’m such an embarrassment to you too.
” I hiccup and start an all-out sob. I think the last time I cried this hard I was standing in front of Alex the day we met. Great. Just great.
“Embarrassment? Why would you say such a thing, Stella?”
I can barely talk through the bawling, but I try to get it out through rapid breaths.
“Because everyone is embarrassed to be seen with me.” I’ve worked myself into such a crying jag that I can’t catch my breath now.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him.
“I’m sorry. I was the one that was the terrible date.
Honestly, it was because I had a hard-on the size of Pike’s Peak.
I kept looking at you in that dress, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I started to look at other things in the restaurant to get the thing to go down, if you know what I mean. But then you were talking, and it seems even your little voice makes me excited.”
“Huh?” I say through sniffles.
“Honey, I’m so sorry. I’m the one who ruined our date. My mind has been on getting you naked, not on conversation.”
“Oh.” What can I say to that? Do I look down at his pants to see if he’s telling the truth? No, that’s a bad idea, but I do it anyway. My eyes slide south until they reach his zipper, and yep, he wasn’t lying. “Whoa.”
“Yeah. See? That’s what you do to me on a normal day. That dress has added serious voltage to him.”
“Him?”
“Yeah. I don’t have a name for my dick, so I just refer to it as him or the big guy.”
I lower my head until it’s against his chest and giggle. “Alex, you’re such a dork.”
“Yeah, I know.” He takes my hand in his and leads me back to the truck. “Let’s head back. We can get cozy at my place and talk about you and that naughty little dress in private.”
At the truck, he goes through the ritual of unlocking and opening the door and lifting me into the truck. As he’s about to buckle me in, he places his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me forward to kiss me deeply. His tongue darts out into my open mouth as he tries to touch every spot inside.
He moans in my mouth. “Jesus, Stella, you’re driving me crazy.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, you are.” He slides his hand down from my neck to the front of my dress, feeling my nipple harden under his touch. I arch into him.
“We’d better stop now. We’re in the middle of a parking lot, after all,” I reluctantly say.
Alex grunts. Instead of buckling me in, he shuts my door and slides in through his side.
When I reach for my seat belt, he stops me, lifting up the center console.
Then he pulls my hand so I scoot closer until I’m right next to him, thigh to thigh.
Reaching back, he finds the center seat belt strap and buckles me into place.
After putting the truck into drive, he slides his hand just beneath the hem of my dress and rests it there.
The warmth from his palm feels nice. Anytime this man touches me, I turn into a quivering mess.
I decide that turnabout is fair play, so I reach over and touch his huge, muscled thigh.
He jumps from my touch, but I don’t move my hand.
Instead, I gently rub back and forth from the outside to the inside of his thigh.
I can’t help noticing his breathing has started to pick up.
His left hand is clutching the steering wheel so tightly I see white knuckles, and it looks like he’s gritting his teeth. His jaw is so tense.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Just then, he turns the wheel suddenly to the left and heads down a dark side street.
“Where are we going?”
“To finish what we started.”
He finds a dark tree-lined street that almost seems abandoned and pulls off to the side. After throwing the truck into park, he roughly slides his seat back as far as it will go. After reaching over to unbuckle my seat belt, he grabs my hand, tugging it in his direction.
“What?” I squeak.
“I want you on my lap, Stella.”
“Oh, no, I’ll hurt you.”
“Stella, please.” He sounds sort of desperate. “Get on my lap.”
I’m frozen in my spot. Looking down at his lap, I attempt to figure out how I’m going to achieve that goal.
I guess I’m taking too long because, before I know it, Alex has his hands on my waist and I’m in the air, and then I’m straddling his lap a second later.
I move around a little bit, attempting to get comfortable, when he growls.
I feel his hardness between my legs and do my best to get closer. Man, it feels good.
“I need to see you, Stella. Can I?”
I’m not sure what he means by “see” me. I’m a little worried about it, to be honest, but I go ahead and say quietly, “Okay.”
Next, he reaches up and starts to unbutton my dress, slowly, one button at a time.
“So many buttons, Pixie.”
“Twenty-four.”
“Twenty-four what?” His eyes are on the work he’s doing on my dress.
“Buttons. Twenty-four buttons,” I say, panting a little.
“You counted them?”
“Uh-huh” is all I can muster.
“Fuck!” he growls again. Alex is now working furiously on the buttons. By the time he has six undone, he starts to pull the two sides of my dress apart.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Babe, no bra?”
“Uh, no. The dress was really tight, and I didn’t think I needed one. Plus, I hate bras. They’re uncomfortable. You should try wearing one. You’d know what I am talking about. Even though they make pretty ones and stuff.”
I’m nervous but also full of anticipation. There’s no other way to describe it. I’m watching him unbutton my dress. The girls are on full display now.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says breathlessly. “Pixie, can I touch you?”
I breathe out a yes.
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
He slides both hands up from my waist until they meet my revealed flesh.
He runs them up underneath each breast, feeling the weight of them in his hands.
“These are spectacular. I knew they would be, Pixie,” he says breathlessly.
When his fingers brush across each nipple, I moan, so he does it again, along with more like pinching and tugging on each nipple. It’s making me squirm in his lap.
“Oh, God,” I moan out.
“You like that?”
I nod because I can’t speak. Guttural noises are all I can muster.
He squeezes each breast. They aren’t small, so they overflow in his giant hands.
He leans up and kisses me frantically. His tongue moves around in my mouth in an increasing pace.
I meet him with my own passionate kisses.
Feeling how hard he is, I have an uncontrollable urge to move my hips, so I slowly rock back and forth on top of him.
He moans loudly and breaks away from the kiss.
I feel a sucking sensation as he moves down to kiss and suckle on my breast. Holy moly!
Alex pulls away from my breast to say, “The way you’re moving on top of me feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I pant.
With that request, I reach for Alex and run my fingers through his beautiful, wavy hair while kissing him hard and fast. My tongue darts out to meet his.
He turns his head to the side and presses his tongue in again.
His tongue is deeper now. As we kiss, I grind into him.
I’ve never, ever, ever felt like this before—as if I’m going to explode.
The orgasm he gave me the other day was nothing compared to this feeling tonight.
This one is way more intense. I can’t help but worry though.
Should I be doing this? As I think about that, Alex grips my hips with his big hands and begins to grind up as I grind down. Oh my God!
I plead with Alex, “Don’t ever stop.”
“I won’t. I won’t,” he chants.
And that’s when it happens. I explode into a million pieces.
It’s so amazing. I’ve never felt so light––so good.
I’ve read about this in my romance books––the French call it le petite mort, or the little death.
I think I get the meaning now. As I slow my hips down, I hear Alex begging me to keep going.
He’s not done yet. Good to know. I continue to move.
Oh crap, it’s building up again. I never knew.
I’ll never be the same again. So, I rock back and forth and rub against him.
I’m paying more attention to Alex’s words now. My God, the boy talks dirty.
“That’s it, sweetheart, grind into my cock.
” His hands reach up to squeeze my breasts.
“You have the most amazing tits, baby. God, I want to fuck you so bad, Stella. I can’t wait to sink into that tight little pussy of yours.
It’s going to be fucking amazing. I want you to come all over my cock and my face. I can’t wait to taste you, honey.”
Taste me? What does that even mean? I’m going to have to google this stuff later.
He’s still talking. “I can’t wait to have your sweet little mouth on my big cock. Okay, damn, are you close again, Stella?”
Wow! I mean wow! I’m almost there when he says, “Are you ready, Pixie? I’m not gonna last much longer. Come for me, now!”
That’s it, that’s all it takes is him telling me to come and I orgasm again.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but it’s better than the first one.
Who knew dirty talk could put a girl over the top?
I hear him shout out his release and my name.
It sounds wonderful, having my name on his lips at this moment.
He’s still muttering dirty things, but it’s quieting down.
“Holy shit, Pixie. I’ve never come so hard in my life. You turn me on so much. I’m hard the minute I see you. Shit, I don’t even have to see you. If I just think about you or hear your voice, I’m done for.”
“Um, thanks?” I say hesitantly.
Alex exhales. “I’m sorry, babe. Did that whole thing scare you? Once we started, I just couldn’t stop. I hope you aren’t upset. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not safe with me.”
“No, I’m okay,” I say with a smile.
“I still can’t believe that douchebag never tried anything with you. The guy is an idiot.”
“Well, we kissed. I mean, nothing like you and I kiss. He’d give me a kiss when he came over and a kiss as he was leaving.
No tongue. He said French kissing was gross.
I know now that he was just telling me that because he didn’t want to French kiss me.
He seemed to be okay with it when he kissed Brooke, though. ”
“So, for a year, the guy missed out on the sexiest girl on the planet?”
I laugh. “If you say so.”
“Oh, I say so. I’m also one lucky bastard!” he says with a sigh.