Hailee
It would be super-duper embarrassing to cry. Ridiculous to cry.
So … Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
If Alex lingered for a minute longer, I might have. His touch was like ten thousand volts. My core is still smoldering. My breath still short and quick.
But so long as he was in the room, I had hope. And now that he’s gone…
That kiss. I’m glad it happened. It was right on his part. Right to admit there was energy between us but it wasn’t something that could blossom.
Now he’s gone, and I’m mad at the stupid romances I watch with their stupid happy endings. I just want a chance to love a man. To start a relationship.
The way he showed up, breathless and dripping wet in that Starbucks…
How he clocked that photographer for chasing me around like a creep…
There’s the strength of him and then the tenderness. I didn’t even ask if he carried me into the house and to this couch. I know he did.
I wish I would’ve been awake for it, to feel his strong arms holding my body. Even just thinking of it makes my breath quiver.
It didn’t seem like he thought taking care of me was a chore or his duty as my host.
He wanted to do it. He enjoyed it.
Is he like this with all women? A Prince Charming who then refuses to actually date? I don’t know. I’m not going to learn much more about him when he’s four thousand miles away.
I start another movie, but I’m not watching or listening to it. All I can think about is Alex. The air between us igniting when we lock eyes. The burn between my legs as we kiss. Alex and me in bed together, fumbling to get naked. Stopping before we went too far because that’s what’s best.
No.
I roll my ankle around. There’s a slight stiffness, but the ice and heat and Advil have done the trick. I get to my feet, and I’m relieved that I don’t limp slightly like the first time I got off the couch and went to the bathroom.
I don’t move. I listen to an old clock tick on the wall.
My guts feel like they’re being crocheted. I have an inkling of an idea. If I go upstairs and give myself to Alex, he won’t resist. He won’t date me either, but at least I could get the sex I’ve been after for all these months.
The idea of sex with Alex feels like a dream. It makes my fingers tingle as my pulse explodes. I swear I can feel the pounding in my clit.
I know I’m going upstairs. I know I’m going to get ravished by him. It’s not a matter of if, but when.
When will I put one foot in front of the other and move?
I let the anticipation take me first. My vision becomes blurry, almost similar to when I was shot at. It’s that bright clarity of something unbelievable happening.
My skin becomes ultra-sensitive. My nipples are making little tents in my crummy old T-shirt. Enough. If I don’t move now, I never will.
I move so fast I’m almost jogging down the hall to the foyer. I turn on the stairs and go up them two at a time. I slow when I approach the second floor. My bedroom is there. I can just stop this madness and go to sleep, but I pass it on my way up to the third floor.
I don’t chicken out.
I reach the third floor and turn, and then my head collides with something somewhat soft. I step back, dazed, but I’m already so nervous, my anxiety can’t be dialed up any further.
I look up.
Alex.
His chiseled face. Crisp white shirt. I don’t have time to look at these things for long before his mouth is on mine.
I must remind myself to kiss him slowly, when really, I want him greedily. I want his tongue to crash into my mouth and swirl around mine, and that’s exactly what he does. He puts his hand on my throat and pushes me against the wall.
“If we do this, there’s no going back, rabbit,” he says in his gruff voice so close to my ear that I don’t just hear, but feel the hot thunder of his words.
I nod and meet his eye.
“I’m not going to be as gentle as I was on the couch. And you will be mine.”
“I’m already yours.” Those are the only words I can eke out. I arch my head back as his long fingers fight inside the waistband of my pants and eagerly rub my clit.
He starts kissing my neck as he fingers me. Each kiss is like a little hot electric shock. They send waves down my body as his lips travel down to my collarbone and then back up to my mouth.
He pulls his hand out and puts his fingers in front of my mouth. “Taste yourself, rabbit.” The command in his voice makes me quiver, and he makes me taste myself off his fingers. Then he quickly puts his hands on my hips and hikes me up so he’s carrying me.
His big hands cover one of my butt cheeks each, and we keep kissing as he walks me into his bedroom.
He sets me down so we’re both standing, puts both hands on my T-shirt, and tears it in two, exposing my breasts. His head sinks so his thick hair tickles against my neck, and then he draws my nipple between his teeth. He applies just the right amount of pressure to derive pleasure not pain.
The world I see is all black and yellow and purple. A big bruise of vision like when you stand up too fast. I can’t believe this.
Alex.
His taste. His touch. His smell. It’s all spice and sweat, and it’s combining with my scent already to create an elixir of sex.
With one quick jerk, he takes my pants and underwear off, and I’m standing in front of him completely naked while he’s still in a dress shirt and pants. The power of it makes me woozier.
I want to be his. To be taken.
Alex’s blue eyes burn with lust, and I stare into them deeply as I sink naked onto my knees. I can see the bulging outline of him under his navy pants.
It’s like he’s smuggling a pint can in his pants. I undo the button. Peel down the zipper. I put my hands on the sides of his pants and pull.
His cock bursts out and wobbles inches away from my face. It’s so big, I can’t help but pause and stare. If I had been a little closer, I might’ve gotten a black eye. I grasp the base to steady it.
I can’t quite believe it. The veins are thick. Root-like. I stare at the head that curves up a little to my right, glistening with a bead of precum. I can’t resist the urge to put it in my mouth.
I look at Alex as I savor how it tastes like man. I suck gently at first and can’t help but moan as he stares down at me. “Fuck,” he says in a guttural grunt. “Keep sucking me like that.”
I move my head faster. It’s too thick for me to get very far, but I keep my tongue and lips moving around the head, driving him wilder and wilder.
“Oh. Fuck.”
I lick down his shaft, and it feels like my tongue has ran a 5k before I reach his balls. I put one in my mouth as his heavy cock rests across my face. He rubs it against my cheeks, nose, forehead.
It stretches all the way past my hair. The weight of it is intoxicating. I suck him a little longer before he picks me up under the armpits and tosses me onto the bed.
A strand of my saliva swings pendulously off his cock as it hovers over my burning sex. He sticks two fingers in me again and at the same time bends his head to put my clit between his teeth.
All I can see is his soft brown hair sticking up from between my thighs. He pumps his fingers, and I gasp as his free hand finds my nipple.
It doesn’t take long. I’m bucking against the sheets as the first orgasm rips through my brain and goes shuttling down my body. Alex lifts himself so he’s over me and puts his hands under my knees and pushes them back.
He slides his heavy cock over my labia while I relax from the orgasm. I want him in me so bad. “Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, please . Hard.”
“Careful what you wish for,” he says breathily and plunges the tip into me. It’s only the head, but I feel stretched and full.
My eyes roll back into my head as he slowly presses every single inch inside me. “Oh my God.” I can’t help but say it aloud.
There must’ve been pain in my tone, because Alex strokes my cheeks with his thumb reassuringly. “You can take it, sweetheart.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever been with a man this sexy and big or if it’s just been so long since I felt a hard penis in me. Either way, the pressure and pleasure are almost too much. He thrusts again, and we both groan.
“Oh… you’re so fucking tight.” Alex grunts and moves his thumb from my cheek to my lips.
His light touch is electric. With his heavy cock inside me, everything is more sensitive. My nipples, my clit—every stitch of skin.
He starts slowly at first, getting me used to his size, and then he starts to thrust faster. Soon my world has collapsed into a blur of heat and hardness and the slap of flesh on flesh.
His thrusts become vicious. Brutal.
This is passion. Lust. Savagery. My world is too rocked to find the right word if there is one, but this is far from simple sex.
It goes on for minutes before he switches the pace so his lips can collide with mine. It’s like he sucks the breath out of me. I can’t breathe when his lips are feeding on mine.
“I want to feel you come on my cock like a little slut.”
“Oh, yes.”
His words are one thing, but it’s the gravel in his voice and deep grunts that make my legs tremble.
Alex grunts as he fucks me hard. He fists my hair at the base of my scalp and makes me look him in the eye as he pounds me. It takes a rare circumstance for me to come from penetration alone, but in just another minute, my legs are shaking. The hum in my blood builds to a blaze.
“That’s right. Come for me, my little rabbit.”
The command. The authority. My body and brain listen to him immediately. “Oh, yes!” I cry before my breaths dissolve to shivering pants.
He pulls out and makes me taste myself off his cock. Then he yanks me up and around by the hips and takes me from the back.
Weightless. At least all his muscles make me so. The way he moves me so effortlessly, like a doll, drops another hot ember in my belly.
I let out a gasp as he enters. I can feel him even deeper this way.
It might be my nerves or the size of his cock, but it’s like I can feel his thrusts in my stomach. He pulls my hair again and tilts my head back so we lock eyes as he fucks me hard. I can’t focus on them from the speed at which he fucks me. His eyes become a bright-blue blur.
All the embers in me have combined again into a flame, but this is not an orgasm that’s building. It’s an aching want. A primal urge to feel him finish in me. I want to be filled.
His spanks drive me wild, and before I know it, I’m shamelessly begging him.
“Come in me. Please come in me. Please .”
He keeps pounding harder and harder. He adjusts his grip and coils my hair around his fist, and then he gives me everything he’s got.
I shout in tandem to every thrust. I can’t think. I just feel.
Hot. Hard. Wet. Deep.
So fucking deep. Alex stops thrusting so he’s pressed into me all the way up to his pelvis. His grunts make me shiver as I feel his cock twitch and his hot come pulse into me. I begin to relax and practically melt as I get what I want.
He moves my legs out from under me so I’m lying prone with his sweaty weight on top of me. We lie there breathing. Skin to skin.
I wiggle my butt against his penis, and he laughs as he kisses my ear, my cheek, and then my lips. His touch gentler, now.
We lay breathless for a minute before he starts to thrust slowly.
“Wait. Wait. Wait.” I turn over my shoulder to see him. “Are those rumors true? You can really go again already?”
He nods. “Why do you think I came when you told me to? I’m going to fuck you for hours , rabbit,” he says, and we smile at the pun.
“Okay.” It’s the only stupid word that my melted brain can produce. I doubt I’ll be doing much thinking.
“Are you ready?” Alex says but doesn’t wait for an answer. He wraps both his big hands around my neck and applies slight pressure as he begins to fuck me prone.
My vision becomes one great big bruise of pleasure again.
I am twenty-six years-old, and I could cry when I admit that until this night, I have never been fucked silly.