Chapter 12
TWELVE
Alex
After Kyle shamed me for not giving Mona the chocolate cake she’d ordered, I gave it some serious thought and came to the conclusion that while I could’ve made Mona happy in that moment, there would’ve been no benefit to me long term. However, I could use it to my advantage now.
I never intended to look her up again once I broke up with her. But given our history, there was no doubt that I would make contact again. She never blocked me before, so it was a definite shock when I realized that she wasn’t keen on giving me another shot this time around.
While I did try to call, text, email, message via social media with absolutely no success, the one line I never crossed was showing up at her door. I never wanted her to feel like I was invading her personal space.
Until tonight.
Tonight, I decided to grow some balls, pick up a large piece of the expensive chocolate cake she never got to eat at the restaurant, then show up at her door under the pretense of making it up to her.
I take her in as she’s staring at me with wide eyes, obviously shocked by my presence here.
I am just as shocked, not gonna lie. It’s like both my body and mind have been possessed by something that I can’t control.
It took me back to the restaurant where I spent a ridiculous amount of money on a piece of chocolate cake for her, then it led me straight to her door.
“You brought me chocolate cake.” She repeats the words as if she can’t make sense of them. That makes two of us.
My arm holding the bag drops to my side, and I stand up taller. She used to always comment on how much she loved how tall I was, and I want her to remind her of it, or anything that might give me an in with her.
“I got distracted the other night.” The explanation sounds ridiculous even to my own ears.
“You got distracted…”
She repeats everything I say, and I can’t tell if she she’s mocking me with it or is just being confused.
I am not prepared when she slaps both hands on my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt. She yanks me forward, the momentum carrying me over her threshold. Without thinking, I blindly reach for the door and slam it shut behind me.
Mona starts walking backward, leading me deeper into her small apartment.
I don’t have time to take anything in, besides, I know my way around it pretty well.
That’s how I know she’s heading toward the bedroom.
While I hoped she’d welcome me with open arms, I didn’t expect it to be this warm of a welcome.
As soon as we are inside the room, she grabs the bag from my hand and places it on the nightstand on her side of the bed. She then walks back and points a finger at my face.
“Don’t say a word.”
I can’t help the smile forming on my lips, but I try to focus and pretend like what’s happening between us right now is normal.
Mona clasps the sides of my shirt once again and lifts herself up on the tips of her toes. Kinda guessing where this is going, I lower my head in anticipation of the kiss I know is coming.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she whispers right before she finally places her perfect lips over mine. We both moan at the intimate contact, and memories from all our times together flood my brain in an instant.
With both hands on her perfectly shaped ass, I yank her into me.
There is no hesitation on her part when she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. I take a couple of steps forward until I feel my knees hitting the side of her bed, then I flip her onto her back at the same time that my tongue penetrates the sweet cavern of her mouth.
It's as if she breathes life into me, and there is hope that things will be okay between us. My tongue dips inside slowly, searching for everything that is her, and it is as fucking good as I remember. This is the reason why I can’t stand to touch anyone else.
It has to be her. She put a spell on me, and I like it.
“Kiss me harder,” she whispers when I try to take it slow.
She doesn’t give me time to think when she opens her mouth wider, and the kiss takes a turn when she becomes in control of it.
There is absolutely no fight from me when she gives my tongue a long suck, knowing how much I love it when she does that.
I grind into her in response, and she lifts her hips to give me more access.
Since we are both still clothed, it doesn’t take us anywhere.
“I want more.” She lets out a breathless gasp when she pulls back to inhale some much needed oxygen.
She grabs the bottom of my long-sleeved T-shirt and pulls it up, running her fingernails over my skin as she goes.
I move harder against her, and her legs tighten around me.
When she needs to pull the shirt over my head, I have to tug my mouth away from hers, chuckling when she lifts her head from the mattress in an effort to follow me.
“Fuck,” I murmur to myself when I yank the shirt over my head but get tangled in the arms of it.
Once it’s off, I throw it to the ground.
The reprieve doesn’t give me time to regroup because she is suddenly all over me again.
She starts kissing down my neck and upper chest, the tip of her tongue out just enough to leave wet marks on my skin.
My cock twitches in my jeans at the sight of it.
Her eyes are closed, making me wish that I could see them. With as gentle of a touch as I can muster, I push the hair out of her face and run my thumbs across her forehead.
She continues licking down my chest, focusing for a second on each nipple before she continues down as she follows the happy trail until she reaches the waistband of my jeans. Her eyes snap open, and I almost jump out of my skin when she stares up at me.
Swallowing around the lump in my throat takes a bit more effort than I’d have expected. There’s a strange vibe floating around us, almost as if this is our first time together.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” she whispers just as her slim fingers start working on the button and zipper of my jeans.
I want to tell her that this means everything to me, and that I want us to be us forever. But that is a promise I can’t make. Something deep inside of me prevents me from committing to her, and it makes my heart ache with the knowledge that I will ruin it all for us once again.
Mona, completely unaware of the chaos inside my head, yanks at my jeans. They slide down my hips along with my boxer briefs until my cock is released from its confinement. It bobs up and down a couple of times against her lips, and I hold my breath as I wait to see what she’s going to do next.
My chest fills with disappointment when she pulls back. I swallow hard, words stuck in the back of my throat. Suddenly, everything hurts, and nothing can make it better other than Mona’s touch.
I watch her as she reaches for the bag she placed on the nightstand when we first walked into her bedroom.
She opens it and gets the box containing the chocolate cake I brought her.
She sinks a finger into it, then runs it across it as frosting gathers in a heap.
When she brings it to her lips, I can feel my heart wanting to quit on me.
“Mmm,” she moans. “This is as good as I was hoping.”
She licks her finger clean without taking her eyes off me. The effort it’s taking me not to yank her up and throw her on the bed literally hurts me. Pain radiates up my jaw and into my head as I realize how hard I’m clenching my teeth. But I’d rather hurt than scare her off.
“Your turn now.”
I am so much into my own head that I miss her swiping more chocolate frosting onto her finger. She turns around on her knees until she is back in front of me. My cock jerks in acknowledgement, begging silently for her attention.
“Jesus,” I groan when she wipes her finger against it, leaving behind a long trail of chocolate frosting.
She looks up at me, a smirk forming on her lips. “Just Mona.”
There’s this buzzing noise that takes over my head as if my brain just short-circuited, and my eyes go blurry. I can’t see anything anymore, just feel.
Without hesitation, Mona’s tongue flattens against my cock, and when she lets out a long moan, I can feel it vibrating through my swollen member.
I stare down at the top of her head, unable to process what she’s doing despite feeling it all. As if in slow motion, I wonder what will happen if I lose my balance and fall over. I would most likely get a concussion.
“Oh shit!” I try to jump back when her teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my cock. Mona, with reflexes as good as over, wraps her fingers around the base, effectively holding me in place.
I automatically sink my fingers into her hair, worried that I would crush her if I dropped on top of her.
She takes that as an invitation to suck me harder, the tip of her tongue making good work of licking the frosting off me.
The harder I squeeze my hands, the harder she goes, as if she takes that as a challenge.
“Yes, baby.” I drop my head back in an effort to focus myself. What she’s doing to me feels too good, and I don’t want it to ever end.
I swear that she can read my thoughts when she brings her hand up and cups my balls just the way she knows I like, with her middle finger extended behind the sack, rubbing it back and forth, each time getting closer to and closer to the hole in the back.
It’s a strange feeling, stranger yet because I enjoy it so much.
Suddenly, she stops. Her warm breath is still wrapping around my cock, but she’s not moving. I straighten my head and stare at the wall for a moment, scared that if I look at her, she will just get up from the floor and leave me hanging, literally.
I jump when she squeezes my balls tighter, finally bringing my full attention on her. My gaze drops down, our eyes clashing in challenge. She smirks when I give her what she wants, her cheeks getting hollow as she bops her mouth up and down my cock.
When she releases it from her mouth, I could cry despite both of her hands still being busy down there.
“The best chocolate cake I’ve ever had,” she murmurs. “I’d offer you some to lick off my pussy, but…” She shrugs. “I don’t share.” She squeezes my cock and balls tighter. “What’s mine is only mine.”
I’m pretty sure she’s not referring to the chocolate cake, but I don’t know why she would think that I’d ever step out on her. Because that’s what I’m reading into what she just said.
Mona doesn’t wait for me to respond. Instead, she frees her hands in a very abrupt manner before standing up just as fast. She unhooks her bra, dropping it to the floor without any ceremony. Her panties follow the same route and in the same manner.
My breathing is heavy now. If she won’t let me touch her, I am sure that I will die from lack of oxygen.
Without breaking our eye contact, she reaches for the nightstand and pulls the drawer open. Before long, she brings her hand up, and I notice a condom foil in between her fingers.
Her eyes sparkle in the semi dark room when she yanks the foil open and pulls the condom out.
She then takes a couple of steps forward until our toes touch.
When she pulls her shoulders back, her engorged nipples make contact with my chest, and I let out a long groan of pleasure mixed with frustration.
Mona chuckles. “Patience.”
I jump when she touches my cock again, and I can’t take it anymore; the teasing is too much.
I lower myself to her level and wrap a hand around her neck, causing her to come up on her tippy toes.
My thumb rubs up and down the sensitive line of her jaw, and seeing how delicate her bone structure is against my much larger hand brings me a whole new level of pleasure.
The control I seemingly have over her is giving me a false sense of security, which is why I completely miss Mona moving her arms around until I feel her fingers wrapping around my cock again. This time, she presses the condom over the tip and rolls the latex down until it reaches the base.
With sure movements, she wraps one hand around my wrist just as my fingers flex around her throat. She then uses her other hand to touch my free one. There’s challenge in her eyes when she bring it up and pushes it in between her legs.
I flex my fingers around her throat again, careful not to squeeze too hard but completely removed from reality. Mona seems to be in the same boat as me now, the challenge in her eyes from before now having turned into desire. She wants me as much as I want her, and that’s all I need to know.
“I want you now,” she whispers. “I won’t beg,” she warns. Her tone is soft despite the strong message in her words.
The hand I have in between her legs starts moving of its own accord, searching for the heat that calls to me like a siren. I bend my head until our lips barely touch, and she parts hers in anticipation.
“I only ever want you,” I growl into her mouth right before taking it into a deep kiss.
I kiss her like the world my end if I don’t.
The hand in between her legs continues moving, and I show her what a great multitasker I can be when I walk her back the few necessary steps until the back of her legs makes contact with the bed.
I never stop touching her as I push her down until she is on her back.
Our kiss gives me life. I haven’t felt alive since I broke up with her. I don’t want to feel like that again.