Seduce and Destroy
My eyes stare down at my phone. Her text message invades my thoughts like a fucking parasite. I run the pads of my thumb over her words.
Thalia:
I miss you, Alan. I want to see you.
My car sits idle in front of her apartment complex.
Am I really doing this? There’s no coming back from this if I go in there.
I drum my fingers on the leather surface of my steering wheel, refocusing my gaze on the window of her apartment.
Letting out a loud sigh, I reluctantly turn off the ignition.
I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this. I send her a quick message before I step out of my car.
Me :
I’m here, Listener.
The car door closing echoes in the mostly empty street. The lights from the street lamps reflect off the slick road. This is it, Alan. No turning back. My phone buzzes in my pocket as I make my first step across the damp cement.
Thalia:
Come on up. I’ll meet you at the door.
It is almost pathetic how much I smile as I shove the phone back into the side pocket of my slacks. Look at how eager you are to see her. As if nothing ever fucking happened.
My heartbeat gets louder in my head the closer I step to the door that leads to the hallway full of units.
Nervous thoughts fill my head, and my hands go clammy with each step.
I can’t tell if it’s my cold sweat or the raindrops that leave wet streaks down my thighs when I rub my palms on the smooth fabric.
I notice the cold, wet metal doorknob only a few inches in front of me.
There is a part of me that wants to resist touching the cold surface.
Do you want to put yourself through this again?
I wonder to myself in my internal monologue of uncertainty.
Unfortunately, my precariousness is interrupted by the small opening coming from the door.
“Alan.”
I love the way she says my name when she sounds out of breath.
She must have run through the hallway and down the stairs to meet me.
How sweet. The corners of her freshly painted red lips turn up into an innocent smile.
I pair her smile with the one I know she loves so much.
That red lipstick is going to look so fucking good smeared all over your lips.
“Listener.” God, I love the way cheeks flush red when I call her that. That's what I will miss the most, the way her body responds to me.
“ You’re here.” She looks me up and down while she states the obvious .
“Of course I am,” I answer matter-of-factly, crossing my arms around my chest. “You asked to see me.”
I watch as she melts at my charming grin spreading across my face. Eagerly, she opens the door wide enough for both of us to easily fit through. The heavy door shuts loudly behind us. Both of our steps are muffled on the dingy, dark brown carpet.
“Lead the way,” I tell her, my arm outstretched in the direction of the stairs.
As she focuses on the path ahead, I look quickly towards the small supply closet just a few feet from us.
I wonder if the door is still conveniently unlocked.
Of course it is, no one locks the doors around here. Don’t worry, Jace. Your time will come.
I stare at her figure in front of me while we both slowly climb up the single flight of stairs.
She’s wearing the same gray shorts she wore when I made my first visit.
They ride up her pale thighs in just the right way.
Allowing me to see more of the tattooed roses on the long, green stem twisting and turning up the contours of her leg.
My line of sight moves to her tight, black shirt.
The hem sits right above the waistband of her shorts.
A sliver of her pale skin shows through the small space.
She’s already making my mouth water. My thoughts become riddled with memories of when we were last together.
I can’t help but picture the look on her face when she screamed my name while she came on my dick.
Fuck, she already has me getting harder in my black slacks .
I run my hands along the cold, metal banister just to keep myself from wrapping my arms around her waist, feeling her smooth skin against mine, and fucking her here on the stairs.
My dirty thoughts become worse as we reach the second metal door that leads to the long row of apartments.
She turns back to look at me and grabs my hand to lead me down the hallway.
I smirk at the look of lust that fills her large, hazel eyes.
She looks forward, and her bare feet glide along the soft floor to her unit.
So fucking eager to let me tear her apart.
Her large door squeaks loudly in the hallway when she pushes it open.
I shut it softly behind us when we both step into her small kitchen.
The lock clicks loudly when I turn the deadbolt to the locking position.
As if from muscle memory, I remove my jacket and set it on the small counter next to me like it’s a new routine I’ve created for myself.
Her cat, Artemis, rubs his furry, white body along my calf.
“Hey, little guy. I didn’t think I would see you again,” I offer, petting his head between his pointy ears. The sounds of his purrs waver as he moves in and out of my legs.
“He seems to like you,” Thalia notices with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to the side. She gives me one of her sweet beams. Fuck. One more thing I’m going to miss.
“Yeah. It seems I’m a cat person.” I admit.
“We met the last time I came over.” Her smile widens at my flirtatious wink.
More times than you know. I stand up and slide the sleeves of my white dress shirt up my arms. I lean against the counter with both of my hands in my pockets.
I wonder what she plans to do next. Her eyes scan up and down my form.
“Why did you ask me here, Thalia?” I enquire, moving closer to her.
“I-I wanted to see you.” Her small voice stammers just like the day we met. This may be easier than I thought. I love how small she looks. Easy for me to take and even easier for me to devour. Just how she fucking devoured me .
“Really? You just wanted to see me? And why is that?” I question, while lowering my voice.
Mimicking the voice I put on every episode.
The same voice I know will bring her to her knees.
She stands mostly still as I start making my way over to her stiff form.
My body closes in on hers to the point that we are almost touching.
Her breath is warm on my skin between the few open buttons around the collar of my shirt.
She completely freezes as I move my finger gently under her chin so that her eyes look into mine.
“I’ve missed you, Alan.” Her soft voice still quivers when she says my name. I love that. I bite my lip at the visual in front of me.
“Oh, yeah. Show me, Listener. How much did you really miss me?”
My lips collide with hers. I bite down on her lower lip, hard .
Her body caves into mine, and her whimpers are muffled on my mouth as my tongue searches for hers.
I move my fingers from under her chin and tangle them into the middle of her messy waves.
Her delicate hands grip my forearms. She lets out a heavy sigh when I move my mouth from hers.
My hand combs easily through the ends of her red locks.
She grabs my hand and leads me to her dark bedroom just a few feet away.
She looks back at me, just as she did in the hallway, and continues to lead me until we reach the side of her bed.
This is where I held her last. It all seems so long ago now, even though it’s been only about a week.
Is this what she said to him when she brought him in here only a few days ago?
Was she so eager to fuck what was right in front of her?
My brooding thoughts get interrupted as I notice her eyes peer down at her black comforter and then back to me.
“Sit down, Alan,” she commands with pure seduction in her tone.
In an instant, I do what she says and sit where she instructs. She faces me and slowly straddles my lap. The thin gray fabric of her shorts moves further up her thighs and gathers around where I want to be most. She moves her fingers through the top of my red waves and moves my face to meet hers.
“Have you thought about me as much as I have thought about you?” She asks before biting her lower lip. Did you think of me while you were taking in all of him?
“You have no idea how much you are on my mind,” I confess. Why did that hurt so much to admit out loud?
Her full lips land on mine, and her hands move from my hair to the white buttons on my shirt.
One by one, the tips of her fingers graze my chest. She slides the material off my shoulders once she reaches the bottom row of buttons.
My shirt settles around me on her bed. She moves her hands over my skin as if she’s never touched my body before.
Goosebumps form on my biceps beneath the smooth touch of her hands.
While I take in the sight before me, I run my hands up her fair-skinned arms, stopping when I reach the thin, black straps of her tight shirt.
They slide nicely down her skin. The top half of her shirt falls down her chest and leaves her chest exposed.
You’re making this too easy for me. Like a beacon, my hands immediately feel her perfect breasts.
I run my tongue along her nipples and bite down, gently at first, and apply more pressure with my teeth like I know she loves.
“Oh, Alan,” she moans my name so deliciously. It will sound better when she’s screaming it. As I continue to cup her tits, I kiss down the crook of her neck.
“Thalia, take off your fucking shorts,” I say with my lips still moving down her neck to her chest. “I want to see all of you.”