19. Rachel
Chapter nineteen
Rachel
I woke up and looked around the room. I have no clue where I am or how I got here. I get up and wander over to the in-suite bathroom to use the restroom and brush my teeth. How did I end up here? I should figure out where I am first, and then everything else afterward.
The last I remember was…. OH SHIT! I killed Andrew. I stabbed him. I look over at the toilet and rush to get over it before the contents of my stomach empty. I am a murderer.
NO!!! I was defending myself! He has abused me so much for the past five years, using me as his personal punching bag! He got what was coming to him! Fuck him! I am glad I am finally done with his ass.
But where am I?
How did I end up here?
Whose house is this?
I walk into the hallway and turn right because I see more light coming from that direction. As I walk further, the smell of bacon invades my senses, and my stomach grumbles. When was the last time I ate? How long did I sleep? My neck and body are stiff, and it feels like I have been asleep for days.
When I turn the corner, I see a shirtless Alex cooking in the kitchen! His muscles are absolutely amazing, so defined and beautiful. The tattoos all over his arms are on full display for my personal viewing, and I will gladly stand here and stare. His hair is wet as if he just got out of the shower, and honestly, my mouth waters at the sight. This man is sex on legs. I walk to the kitchen and see that he is wearing only grey sweatpants, and everything down south is perfectly outlined, from the delicious V cut to the outline of his very large bulge in his crotch. If this is how big he is when he is soft… I am extremely nervous to see how big he is when he is hard. Lord, save my life if that ever comes near my entrance.
“Good morning, Carina. How are you feeling this morning?”
I have no clue what he just called me, but hearing him speak Spanish was sexy as hell, and I had to rub my thighs together to control the need building in my core. “I am OK, but I was not quite sure what happened. I woke up freaking out about where I was, but once I saw you, all those worries went away.”
“Well, I am glad I can comfort you and make you feel safe! Are you hungry?” Of course, when he asked if I was hungry, my stomach growled so loudly that the neighbors could probably hear it.
A deep rumble of laughter comes from deep within Alex’s chest. “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down; food should be done in a few minutes.” He turns back around and goes back to cooking on the stove.
I sit at the small, dark, wooden dining room table. It has four chairs around it. I take the one closest to the wall to watch Alex while he works. I admire all that he has on display that I probably shouldn’t be looking at after what happened with Andrew, but who the fuck cares. Andrew is dead, and Alex is standing here half-naked. I don’t know if it makes me a bad person, but I don't feel bad about what happened with Andrew. I honestly feel like Andrew’s death is all a dream, and he is going to come get me and take me back home, and I will be punished for dreaming of stabbing him. If someone finds out that I stabbed him, I know for a fact that I won’t make it out alive.
I hear something fall outside. I fall out of my chair and curl into myself in the corner. Every little sound has me jumping since I have been back from the hospital, but right now, it is even worse. I get snapped out of my dark spiral by a plate being placed in front of me.“Eat up, Carina. You look like you haven’t had anything to eat since the last time I saw you.”
“Ummm. Thanks.” I look up at him and give him a scared smile.
We finish breakfast, and I grab my plate to take it to the sink to wash it. As I came back to grab Alex’s plate, he grabbed my wrist to stop me.
“You don’t need to grab my dishes. I can take care of it. Just set yours in the sink, and I will wash them once I get up.” He smiles at me with that pantie-melting smile of his, and all I want to do is bend down and kiss him. I keep telling myself it’s too soon after Andrew, but I have been checked out of that relationship for at least a year. The least I could do was move on. I don’t know what has gotten into me. One minute, I fall out of my chair because I hear something fall; the next, I am drooling over Alex, ready to pounce on him.
I walk over to the sink, rinse off my plate, and put it in the dishwasher. When I turn around, Alex is rolling his eyes at me.
“You know you are a brat, right?” He raises his eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, it’s not the first time I have been called that.” I walk over towards him at the table and lean down, where my lips are only an inch away from his. “And what are you going to do about it, tough guy?” I taunt him.
Alex stands up fast, and I turn and run up the stairs. I haven’t been up this way since my guest bedroom is downstairs, but I guess I will find my way around quickly. I climb the stairs, turn left, and run further down the hall. I can hear Alex’s feet pounding on the ground behind me. I have to make a decision quickly.
I open the door to the right and quietly close it behind me. Holy shit, I must be in the master bedroom. It’s HUGE! In the center is a four-post dark oak bed that looks bigger than a king bed. A bay window is located to the left, with a recliner chair in front of it. To the right of the bed is a dark oak dresser. To the left of the dresser are two doors. I hurry, open the first door, and walk into the bathroom. Once again, I try to close the door quietly. As soon as I hear it click, I turn, get into the shower, and squat in the corner.
I hear the door across the hall slam open. Then, the master bedroom door slams open. I am not sure why I started this game with all the times Andrew chased me through the house to beat the shit out of me, but I am not scared, probably because Andrew is dead, and this is Alex, but my anxiety that I usually have is nowhere to be found.
Alex makes his way into the bathroom, and I hold in a giggle, trying to escape my lips. As Alex passed the shower, I stepped out as quietly as possible and jumped on his back.
“Gotcha!” I say, kissing his cheek and then climbing off of him.
He turns and grabs me by my hips. “So you want to run from me, Carina? You think this is funny?” He pulls me towards him, where his very stiff cock is pushing against my stomach.
I bat my eyes at him innocently. “I mean…” I say, shrugging, and try to turn around and walk away.
“Oh no, you don’t, brat!” He grabs me by my waist, turns me around, and flings me over his shoulder. All I do is giggle as he walks towards the bed. The next thing I knew, I was flying through the air and landing with a oomph on the bed.
When I looked up, I saw that Alex was completely serious. “Are you ok with this? I won’t do anything that you're not okay with, Rachel. So you need to tell me now to stop. I know you just left your relationship with Andrew, and I don’t want to push you too far.” The worry in his voice is prominent, and I want to reassure him that I am completely on board with this. Yes, I know I may sound like a whore, but I am a free woman now. I can do what I want or, in this case, who I want.
I sit up, wrap my hands around his neck, and pull him towards me as I lean back on the bed, fusing our lips together. Alex moaned in my mouth, and I pulled him closer, feeling his erection stiffen on me as I grind up to get some friction on my throbbing pussy. I have never felt a need like this in my life. Alex grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head.
“I need your words, Muneca. I need to have your complete consent before we do anything.”
“Please, Alex,” I begged shamelessly. “I need you. Right now!” I am a squirming, panting mess right now, and I couldn’t care less how impatient I am being. He did this to me, so he has to deal with it.
I guess my words were the magic key because the next thing I knew, Alex shifted onto his knees and reached out his hand for me to grab. “Sit up. You have too many clothes on," he says, reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head in one swift motion. I began to pull down my pajama pants and underwear. Hey, look! My clothes are still in one piece. That’s a new experience. No! NO Rachel! No bringing up even the thought of that shitty past.
As my eyes met Alex’s, all the nerves from earlier and memories of my past disappeared and turned into butterflies of anticipation fluttering in my stomach. My need for him overpowered every emotion I could possibly feel.
Giving me a quick kiss, he gets off the bed, walks over to the bedside table, and pulls out a condom. He places it between his teeth and holds it while he makes quick work of his sweatpants, then climbs up onto the bed, fitting himself perfectly right between my thighs.
He takes the condom out of his mouth and puts it on the bed next to me. Shifting back to take in the view of me, his eyes sparkle with want and hunger. Something that never shone in Andrew's eyes. All he ever cared about was himself and how he was going to get off; there was never hunger in his eyes, never an actual want for me. He just wanted a place to put his cock; that's why he was mad about the baby. It would have taken my attention, and he wouldn’t have been able to use me whenever he wanted.
“Hey,” Alex whispered to me. Tilting my head up with his finger. “I see that beautiful brain of yours working in overdrive right now. No thinking, just feeling.” He bends down and captures my lips again, and thoughts of Andrew disappear.
Alex’s hands explored every inch of my body, starting at my face and making their way down my neck to my chest as he groped each breast with the perfect amount of pressure. Making his way down to my stomach until he was going over my hips and to the outside of my thighs.
He looks up from his exploration with a question in his eyes. I know he is asking me if it's ok to continue. I look back at him, confused because this is all new territory for me.
“Muneca, I will not do anything that you don’t want me to do. I will always ask for your permission. Consent is critical to me; you will never be forced to do anything you don’t want to again.” He looks at me with the most genuine look in his eyes. It makes me melt even more under his touch.
“I trust you, Alex. I want to do this.” I reply, then grab his face to make him look me in the eyes. “You are not Andrew. I will never think you are. You are completely different and have been nothing but amazing to me. I like you, Alex. Please make me feel good. Please make my mind stop going a thousand miles an hour. I need you.”
That was enough information to convince Alex to continue. To let him know I was serious. He bent down and kissed me with so much passion that it made my head spin. He continued his hands down the outside of my thighs, then moved to the inside and up until he was cupping my very wet pussy in his hands.
“You are so ready for me, aren't you?” He mumbles into my mouth, then kisses me harder. The only reply I could give was a moan as he started to rub slow torturous circles on my clit. I put my fingers in his hair while he works magic on me.
Slipping one finger into my slick heat and curling his finger to hit the exact spot that makes me see stars, my body arches in pleasure.
“Alex! Oh my god! Yes, please! Right there!” Pleasure radiates throughout my body, causing my mind to stop thinking and just feel.
I am starting to climb the mountain of bliss when Alex pulls out his finger. I look at him with my mouth hanging open.
“Why would you stop? I was so close!” I complain to him, and he laughs at me.
“Because Muneca, The first time I make you come apart, will be on my cock. You cum with me!” He has heat and hunger in his eyes.
“Well, that's hot!” My excitement bubbled to the surface. “If I am going to cum on your cock, then I am going to need you to get inside of me so I can feel every inch of you.” My dirty words flowed perfectly out of my mouth to make him groan.
“Yes, Ma’am.” This is the only reply I got before he grabbed the condom from beside me and ripped it open. Before he can put it on, I grab it from his hands.
“Allow me,” I wink at him and slowly roll the condom over his length, giving it a gentle squeeze when I finish, and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I push him back so he is lying down on the bed. I straddle him and slowly lower myself on him, inch by torturous inch.
I forgot how good sex could feel when you actually want to do it! This man feels so perfect in me. Once I am fully seated on him, I look at him with heat in my eyes. I slowly rise and drop down with a little more force, causing his length to hit my G-spot. As we pick up speed, he grabs me by the shoulder and flips me over, taking complete control of the situation, and I am here for it. Grabbing my legs, he puts my ankles up on his shoulders and pounds into me with a brutal rhythm.
“ALLLLEEEEXXXXX!” I scream as I feel my orgasm coming on strong.
“Hold on, Muneca, I am almost there!” He says as he starts to pound even faster.
One thrust.
After two thrusts, I feel his body start to tighten up.
“Come with me, Muneca, now!” He growls with one final thrust, and I fall over the edge of bliss. He finishes and leans down to place his sweaty forehead against mine while we try to catch our breath.
“Holy shit! That was amazing. Thank you, Alex. I needed that.” I say, reaching up to grab the back of his neck and look into his eyes.
“The pleasure was all mine, Muneca.” Kissing my forehead one last time, he rolls off of me and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. I hear the toilet flush and the water run before he comes out with a wet rag.
“Can I clean you up, Muneca?” He asks sincerely.
I nod in response and then have to ask the question that has been on my mind all day. “What is Muneca? I have heard you call me that many times today. What does it mean?”
He chuckles at me and says, “ It means doll because your face reminds me of a doll. They are so perfect, smooth, and beautiful.” I can feel the heat go straight to my cheeks.
“Thank you again for taking care of me, Alex. In every way you have.” I kiss him before I lean down and snuggle into his chest. He whispers something back, but sleep is so close that I can’t hear him.