Chapter 21 ALEX #2
“You think we’re together? Fine, but this is what you’re going to get from me. I hope you fucking like it, asshole.” He pulls me to a stop and looks down at me, leveling me with a warning look.
“I don’t think you’ll like what you get if you keep acting like this,” he says, his voice sharp, and he gives me a cold smile. “Consider that a warning. Also, I’m done with your bullshit rules for today.”
He hurries me into an expensive lingerie shop and doesn’t leave my side, his hands constantly on my waist or my lower back.
He starts talking to me under his breath as he picks things out for me, telling me how sad it is that I can’t come anymore and that he’d love to help if I would just open my pretty mouth and ask.
I keep my arms crossed and try to ignore him, which is extremely difficult.
I hate that what he’s doing is turning me on so much.
When we get into the car to drive to the movie theater, he pulls my face towards him and kisses me hard.
I don’t kiss him back, but he seems amused rather than frustrated as he kisses his way down my neck.
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning and clench my fists to keep from touching him, and he can tell.
He plays with my hair as he drives, dragging his fingers down my scalp and trailing them down my neck in a way that makes me shiver.
He’s overly affectionate in line at the theatre, so I make him sit behind a group of loud teenagers that I hope will be annoying.
He looks displeased, and his leg starts bouncing the second we sit down.
Half an hour into the movie, I’m bored and wish we’d gone and seen the movie both of us actually like, and Theo looks zoned out.
He’s not entirely focused on the screen, but he’s also not focused on me for the first time all day.
The teenagers in front of us are being irritating, and I eye Theo’s bouncing leg.
Fuck it, I’m going to push him.
His leg stills when I gently drag my fingers up it, slowly caressing his inner thigh.
He has to readjust himself almost immediately, pulling himself up against his stomach and trapping himself with his waistband.
His jaw is clenched when I look over at him, and I graze my hand higher.
He shoots me a charged look, shaking his head in warning.
I ignore him and do it again, rubbing the very edge of my hand against his erection until he’s shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
He leans close to me, his lips pressing against my ear.
“You need to ask or fucking stop,” he says, his voice strained.
I scoff and keep going until he grabs my wrist with a shaking hand and jerks my hand away.
The look he shoots me is pure frustration, and I give him a mean smile as I sit back in my seat, crossing my legs to ease the ache in between them.
After the movie, he tries to drag me back to the car, but I flag down a canvasser and let him trap me in a prolonged conversation about whatever he’s raising money for.
I flirt with him and ignore Theo entirely until I look up at him sweetly, leaning into him and calling him baby as I ask him to make a recurring contribution for us.
Theo raises his eyebrows and stares at me for a long moment, his body rigid against mine.
I can tell he’s pissed, but he gives the canvasser a fixed, polite smile as he fills out his information.
His arm winds around my waist as we walk away, and he leans down, keeping his voice low.
“This is your final warning, Alexandria. I’m not fucking with you.”
“Yeah,” I say, pushing him off, “I’m aware.”
When we sit down to dinner, he leans across the small table and keeps his voice low.
“I wouldn’t recommend whatever bullshit you’re thinking of pulling,” he says, and I give him a sweet smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, unimpressed.
I make him switch plates with me again, but it’s a mistake.
Apparently, Theo can eat much spicier food than I can, and he looks incredibly smug as I eat almost nothing while he enjoys the sushi I’d rather be eating.
I spend the rest of dinner flirting with the waiter, who has no interest in me, but I know it bothers Theo either way.
I can tell he’s holding onto his patience by a thread by the time we head home.
I wait until he seems somewhat calmer, and then I reach for the radio.
His hand shoots out and grabs my wrist hard.
“Alexandria, do not keep pushing me,” he says in a stern voice.
I stare at him defiantly as I jerk my hand away and punch the radio on, turning it up.
His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, and I watch him take deep breaths, trying hard to keep his cool.
I smile wickedly at him, enjoying making him so miserable.
“Did you have fun today, Theodore? Is it fun to be in this relationship with me? Aren’t you glad you’ve taken over my entire fucking life?” He pulls the car to a stop at a red light and turns the radio off, staring straight ahead, his hands shaking.
“I’m trying so hard to control myself, but you’re making it impossible. If you want to play your shitty little games when I’m trying to be nice, you’re going to fucking pay for it,” Theo grits out through his teeth, his voice low and terse.
He’s either going to kill me or he’s not, and I’m so angry and frustrated that I don’t care what happens to me right now, so I push.
“What are you going to do? You keep telling me that you’re not going to hurt me, right? Then how, exactly, am I supposed to fucking pay for it?” He barks out a sharp laugh and gives me a look that makes me nervous.
“Great question, sweetie.” Theo makes a sharp right on red, driving us down towards a mostly empty moorage on the river.
He throws the car into park, undoes his seatbelt quickly, and then he’s on me.
He kisses me, biting my lips until they part, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his hands cup my breasts and grip my thighs.
My body responds to him immediately and I moan, gripping his shoulders as I finally kiss him back.
Right now, I don’t care that he’s stalking me or that I’m trapped in this situation. I’m so fucking horny, and I can’t make myself come, but he can. Theo bites my bottom lip, dragging it through his teeth slowly, making me whimper as he breaks the kiss.
“Beg for it.” I keep my eyes closed and nod faintly.
“Please,” I whisper. His laugh is sharp and frustrated.
“You need to beg better than that, and you better fucking look at me when you do.” I open my eyes and see how frustrated his face is, how wanting and angry he is, and I hate myself as I cave, but I can’t help it.
“Please fuck me, Theo,” I whisper, and he instantly looks smug. “I want it,” I whine, reaching out to touch him, hating myself a little more with every word. “Please.”
He undoes his pants quickly, pulling out his hard cock and grabbing the back of my head, pushing me down too quickly for me to resist.
“You want it? There you fucking go.” I open my mouth and drag my tongue across his blunt head, and he swears loudly and pushes up into my mouth, shoving my head down.
I feel a spike of panic and try to pull back, but his hand traps me.
I close my eyes and breathe, waiting for him to make it rough, but he doesn’t.
“Take as long as you fucking want, sweetie, but you don’t come until I come.
” I let out a soft sigh of relief before closing my lips around his cock and sucking hard.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses out, and I start bobbing my head slowly, sucking him in a little further each time, learning the feel of him in my mouth.
“That feels amazing.” His voice is affectionate again, and his grip on my hair loosens, leaving him running his fingers through my hair, tightening his hand occasionally when I do something he likes.
I hate giving head, but the sound of his heavy breaths and the muttered goods and fucks and perfects slip out of his mouth and straight down my spine, and heat pools in my core.
The feel of him in my mouth and the taste of his skin starts to turn me on.
I suck him in as far as I can go comfortably, humming around him, grabbing the base of his cock and jerking hard, hollowing my cheeks out as I suck him off.
His hand tightens in my hair, and he tenses as he makes a deep, satisfied groan as his cock pulses on my tongue and his cum floods into my mouth.
A low moan escapes me at the taste of him, and I’m surprised as the sound comes out of me.
I didn’t realize giving head didn’t have to be awful.
“Good girl,” he pants out as I swallow him down, pulling off his cock with a wet pop and licking up all the cum that spilled out of my lips.
When I look up at him, his eyes are wide and dark, and he’s looking at me with unbridled need as he pushes me back into my seat, kissing me hard and slipping his hand up my skirt.
He slips my thong to the side, and I’m so wet that he pushes two fingers inside me easily.
I dig my fingers into his hair and gasp at how good it feels, keeping my eyes locked on his.
I can’t seem to break eye contact with him, and I’m touching any part of him I can reach as heat pools in my core quickly.
His face splits into a smug grin as he wrings another moan out of me.
“If you want to come, you need to beg for that, too,” he says in a teasing voice. I force my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him.
“Please, Theo,” I beg softly, sounding pathetic.
“Please make me come. I’m so close, please,” I whine as my leg starts to tense and my core clenches around his fingers.
Just as I’m on the edge of release, he pulls out of me and throws the car in reverse, quickly heading back to the road.
My eyes snap open and I stare at him in shock, my body aching with unreleased tension.