by M, Jessie
“How did it go, you know?” I'm assuming he has just seen the girlfriend for the last time.
“It's not a nice thing to have to do.”
“I guess not.”
“Let's not talk about it.”
“I'm really looking forward to this movie.”
“So am I. There's nothing I like more than a catastrophic disaster.”
“Hang around me then. I attract them all the time.” My love life is definitely one big disaster after another.
“I don't think you could bring about the end of the world Lex.”
“I wouldn't put it past me.”
“You're a funny girl. I think you believe your jokes at times, don't you?”
“I'm not always joking, that's why.”
He stops and turns, kissing me briefly.
“You're a lovely disaster. Mad as a hatter. Hotter than Venus.”
“Be careful or I'll burn you to a crisp, mate.”
“I love the way you say things and your English accent is so cute.”
“It's called the Kent twang. I don't think it's cute though. It's common. Not as common as Essex. But common enough.”
“Well I love your common twang. Keep talking. It's doing things to me.”
We make our way inside the cinema and I snuggle into his shoulder for our world annihilation movie with a big helping of sexy Brad to lighten the mood. He'll have to wait for later to get some more of my twang, and anything else he fancies. He holds my hand and offers to buy me some ice-cream half way through, which is really very sweet of him, because he misses the best part of the movie while he is in the foyer.
After the movie, which we both seemed to enjoy and discuss in detail on the way back to his car, I am invited back to his place. An invitation, which of course, I accept. Ten minutes later we are there, at his apartment. He opens the door and we go inside. I take a quick look around. It's the neatest apartment I've ever seen. Not a thing anywhere. No pictures or ornaments, no books, nothing. It's almost sterile, a clean and perfect grey and white showcase of male tidiness.
“Do you actually live here?” I joke. “It's too empty and neat to be true.”
“It minimalistic, I like to keep it that way. Want anything?”
“Do you?”
“Only you.”
“Well here I am.”
I lean against the wall, waiting. He leans over me, his hands either side of my head. His eyes on mine. He hasn't started touching me yet and my heart is already pounding out of my chest. My breathing is so heavy and I can't control it. I'm shaking all over with excitement. He can make me feel so raw by simply looking at me.
We stand and gaze at each other, words unspoken, eyes blazing and unblinking. He picks up a strand of my hair and rubs it between his fingers. I'm going to melt soon I'm so hot for him. His finger traces a slow line from the pulse at the base of my throat down the centre of my body. I can't stop myself moaning at his touch. His head dips and he brushes my mouth in the softest kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him closer and we explode in a whirl of heated passion. It's so hard and deep and the most wonderful kiss I've ever had. His hands hold my face as his tongue plays with mine. I slide my fingers through his soft hair, scraping my nails over his head and down the back of his neck. He breaks away, and we both stare with heaving chests.
“Lex, the things you do to me...” My heart pounds with joy.
“I can't wait another second... I really can't...” I plead.
He takes my hand and silently leads me to his bedroom. This is my intense fantasy coming true. I'm so excited and a touch nervous. I unbutton his shirt and yank it off roughly. The sight of his bare chest makes my mouth go dry. This man is seriously sexy. Perfectly built. Beautiful muscle structure that cries out to be touched. I so want to feel him. I rub my hands all over his bare skin and lower my head to smell him. His scent is intoxicating. Then I lick him sideways all the way from his neck to down to his jeans, across his happy trail... Kneeling down I run my mouth and tongue round and round his flat stomach, gripping his muscular backside tightly. I hear him gasp and push himself closer to me. I start to undo his fly. His hand clasps over mine, stopping me.
“No, not yet, come up here.” He pulls me up.
He removes my top tantalisingly slowly. His hands cup my breasts. I'm out of this world with desire. Aching in every part of my body for him. He undoes and discards my bra. We grind ourselves together at the hips, his jeans rubbing roughly at my skirt. He runs his hands over my bare breasts, teasing my nipples until they are taut and hard.
“You're so beautiful, I could eat you.” He pushes me back onto the bed and tugs off my pink skirt and matching tiny pink knickers. “Mmmm, too beautiful for words.” His mouth moves slowly over me. I'm moaning with the delicious feelings coursing through me and so lost in him. Lost in the world of Alex. A place where only his body, mouth and tongue exist. A hot world of excitement and pleasure that I never want to leave.
“Get undressed... Please.” I desperately want him. To feel him. All of him against me.
“Soon, I'm kinda busy.” He continues with his wild licking, touching and kissing my breasts, stomach and neck. His fingers delve down between my legs and into my wet heat. I open my legs wide and groan with tingling arousal as his fingers stroke me and slip inside me. He sucks at my nipple as his hard fingers plunge inside me, again and again.
“Please...” I beg him. I finally get my way as he strips off and sits back on his heels in front of me. I gaze at his perfect specimen of manhood, fully erect in front of me and my mouth waters heavily.
Could he be any more beautiful? Fuck, no!
I move onto my knees and lean forward taking his hard cock in my hand and pump it slowly up and down watching his face. He closes his eyes taking a ragged breath. I bend my head and lick the small bead of moisture that has formed at his tip, tasting his salty flavour. I rub my tongue over and over the end and then circle his head gently with my tongue and teeth. I pump him with my hands and suck at him gently. His hands are in my hair, his fingers weaving their way through it massaging my scalp in delicious circles.
“Whoa, that's way too good.” He murmurs and pulls me up towards him. I smile to myself. Have I found a weak spot already?
We kneel, pressed tightly together, kissing softly, and I hold his hardness firmly in my grasp.
“I want you inside me... Now...”
I had no idea what that would mean.
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing at all and lowers me onto himself slowly. I gasp and my head drops back as he slips in, into my soaking wet aching insides. We sit face to face. I lock my legs around his back and squeeze him inside me as far as I can. I sigh in bliss, placing my lips against his warm neck, my eyes closing with the glorious feel of him, filling me up, so deep inside me. His hands brush up and down my back and his fingers wind their way into my hair, tugging it gently. I can hardly breathe as a wave of heated excitement surges through me tingling at my spine.
“Tell me what you want.” I look up and into his blazing blue eyes. His image burns deeply into my eyes, imprinting on my retinas. His face is so dark and beautiful. I kiss it over and over, whispering my answer.
“I've got what I want. You.”
“And now...?” I can see his eyes are glittering. Does he want me to talk dirty?
“I want you to fuck me.” I offer my best guess.
“More than that...” His eyes glitter even brighter.
I try a longer version...
“Fuck me so hard that I can't think, I can't breathe and all I can feel is you inside me.”
He lowers me onto my back on the bed and holds my hands up high on the pillows, our fingers entwined.
“No, feel it, say it and mean it. Let me help you get started.” He thrusts inside me so hard that I gasp with pure shock.
“Oh God!” That was verging on the painful. Pushing at my limits.
“God isn't fucking you. Say my name.” He growls deepl
y in my ear.
Another bitter sweet rock hard jab ensues as he spears me like an avenging angel of love. Thrilling sensations are running through every part of my body. This is so on the edge, a little dangerous.
I cry out. “Ahhh, oh Alex... Give me more of this.”
He thrusts hard again, his eyes boring into my head, his hands clasping mine tightly.
“Ask me again, Lex.” He demands.
“I need more.... please... I want you so much.”
He starts to move fast and hard impaling me again and again, knocking the air out of my lungs. I'm shocked through and through with this hard and wild erotic torture.
“Alex! Oh fuck...” My body jolts repeatedly with the impact of him, I respond uncontrollably, forcing myself up against him as he drives into me so hard. Although I know I'm not, I seem to be helpless with my hands pinned above me.
What on earth are these feelings rushing around me like this?
“I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me.”
I mean it... I don't care what he does if it feels like this... I'd let him do anything.
How have I become so submissive?
I'm not clear on all he did with me after that, I can't remember it all. I was completely possessed, fucked to high heaven and so out of myself I couldn't think straight. I was turned and twisted and taken from every conceivable angle and position. Hard and soft and everything in between. My body was like putty in his hands. A moaning, heated, writhing state of being that I couldn't control and didn't want to. It was the most intensely wild, exciting, exquisitely painful and deeply pleasurable experience I've had in my entire life, and I'll never, ever forget it.
I am astonished at his incredible control. To be able to go on for such a length of time and not give way. I feel there's a sense of purpose to this. It's his way of marking me. Of telling me I'm completely his. Possessing and saturating me through and through, every way he can, for as long as he wants.
Suddenly he withdraws and with a long deep kiss he turns, his mouth moving down my body, moving my legs apart, until he hovers above my clit. I feel his breath on me, his lips brushing gently and then his warm wet tongue touches me softly, the lightest licks and sucks that make me gasp and squirm and push myself at him to get more of it. He ramps it up, licking faster and sucking harder. I'm at the point of ecstasy in a single minute, forcing myself hard against him, moaning loudly with utter abandon, my legs splayed widely apart. I dissolve into an acutely sensitive mass of nerve endings under his perfect circular licking and I tip over the edge of the world, coming in a rush.
“Ahhh, Alex, that is so... I'm all... ” I gasp loudly. I don't know what I am... My mind is shot. Blown away. I can't think of a single word more as he pushes his tongue deeply in and out of me hard. I swim in the sublime pulsating rhythm inside me and the feel of his tongue matching it.
He holds me fast as he licks at me again and again. I try to move away, and close my legs, I'm much too sensitive, I simply can't stand it... But he doesn't stop, instead he holds me tight, using his fingers and his tongue together. Rubbing and licking, flicking and sucking my clit over and over. I buck against him and away from him with the strength of the sensitisation.
“No, stop... please...!”
“Relax, don't fight me.” Then I start to feel it. A rush of pleasure building. Taking over from the discomfort. I flop my legs and let it all wash through me, watching with an animal sense of deep enjoyment as his dark head works on me. The warm buzz of tingling which is growing at my centre feels so good, but the final blast of ecstasy hits me so fast and so hard. It's like nothing I've ever felt before.
“Ahhh...” I can't speak at all with the power of it. I float off somewhere insanely beautiful. He slides up me quickly, thrusting inside me as I come. I try to move with him but I have no strength. Everything has turned to jelly and won't respond to my brain. I don't know what is what or where is where. I just about manage to wrap my legs around him and hold on tight. I feel him come, with a hard jerking sensation against me and the warmth of his semen shooting inside me.
“Lexy, beautiful Lex.” He groans into my sweat dampened neck, slowing and collapsing heavily on me. He gathers my hair up from underneath me in one big handful and winds it around his wrist, pulling it tight, and his other hand holding my breast possessively. I stroke his back softly with my fingertips. It's all I can manage. A pool of hot tears forms in my eyes and pours down my cheeks in a rush.
That was all so amazing and I'm so, so done. He can stamp me with “Completely Fucked and Satisfied Woman” in bright red ink across my forehead.
Today is the best day of my life.
We lay still together for a while.
I feel him harden again inside me, and he leans up and looks into my wet satiated eyes.
“It seems I want you again.”
“Oh no. I think that might kill me.”
“I wouldn't let that happen. Turn over baby.”
I submit myself to his hands. I'm fucked and fucked until I can't take any more friction or pressure inside and I scream out loud, begging for him to stop. He kneels on the floor drawing me up to him at the edge of the bed and licks me again. I feel another wave coming up, a warm gentle roll of pleasure as he laps at my clit so softly and beautifully... I come fast and easy, arching my back, squirming against his mouth in a sexual frenzy.
“This can't be real... You can't be real.” I force out the words in the throes of my orgasm... No one has ever made me come three times in one night... And never like this, it's an orgasmic assault.
“I'm as real as you'll ever get... Want to feel it again?”
“No you can't... Please... No more... I'm done.”
“Let yourself go... ”
I try to let go as he licks at me again, and I'm surprised at the fast turnaround from the over sensitive pain to the pleasure zone. I flop, relax and then I really fly, my mind free as I push myself against his mouth in a wild rhythm.
“Alex... Oh fuck, Alex...” I come in another earth shattering blast of pleasure. He pulls me against him swiftly at the end of the bed and slips his hard cock inside me again, riding my spasms and taking his own pleasure to its heights. My earlier discomfort is forgotten as I hook my legs around him and pull him against me, my body in tune with his. He hauls us up the bed, and we roll across it, wildly, passionately, kissing softer and harder, touching each other's faces...
His body suddenly shudders against mine. He stills, sinks heavily into me and groans loudly, whispering my name over and over in my ear, gulping, gasping and panting. His open mouth presses against my neck, his tongue tasting, his teeth grazing. His hot wetness seeps out of me and tears sting at my eyes again. I hold him tight, kissing his soft damp hair.
Never has anyone made me feel anything like this. This gorgeous constant assault of pleasure. I've been taken, possessed, controlled and consumed like a sexual banquet and I want so much more of it.
There isn't a word for all that I have experienced. Intense is such a lame expression, it's way beyond that.
It's something else... A whole different league. A higher echelon of feeling.
It's purest Alex.
We both lay still, he sighs deeply, a little shakily, involuntarily shivering as he cools and calms down against me.
“Are you okay?” He asks me. His deep voice soft in my ear.
“I've never been more okay in my whole life.” I'm lying there in the afterglow of my fourth orgasm, savouring the heated sticky sweat between us and his warm breath on my neck.
'Hot in bed' is the understatement of the year. He is nuclear, meteoric, big bang.
“I didn't hurt you did I?” He lifts his head and his perfect blue circles probe mine.
“Just a little, but not enough to worry about.”
“Don't let me hurt you. Stop me if I do. I don't want to, but things can get out of hand sometimes.”
“Mmmm, I noticed. That was out of this world. All of it. I'm so exhausted. Can I g
o to sleep now, please?”
“For a while.”
I get comfortable, tucking myself into his side, my head on his shoulder and smile as I drift off seconds later, his hand stroking my hair. A whole night of this type of action will mean severe soreness tomorrow. But do I care?
He drops me at home at six the next morning. I need a hot bath and some salt to heal the soreness I am feeling inside and out. I go to bed, planning to have one later. At the moment I need to sleep like nothing else. God alone knows how Alex can function all day on three hours of sleep, flying multi million dollar machinery which requires minute degrees of movement to manoeuvre and intense concentration to handle.
But then again, he's no average man. And don't I know it.
My mind is still reeling from the last time we made love this morning. If I thought his initial shockingly hard sessions were erotic enough to kill me with excitement, his soft and gentle techniques were an even hotter revelation. I've never been so stroked and adored and caressed. My whole body was fluttering, alive with the tender slow and soft touch of his lips, tongue and fingers. The way he touched and kissed my feet and hands was like nothing on this earth. He is simply gorgeous. Every part of him thrills me. Everything he does.
The essence of Alex is running around my veins, I don't need blood, I just need him.
I want to get so high on him, day and night, but most of all I want to make his heart sing and his body tremble with desire for me.
All too soon my erotic dreams are broken. I feel Brendan shaking me awake. He sets a cup of coffee down next to me on the bedside table, then sits on the end of the bed and crosses his arms watching me wake up. He's smiling. I can't help but smile back. He knows.
“What?” I say with a grin at him.
“You look like you've been through the Alex Jackson mill. Pulverised and ripped to shreds and thrown back together again.”
“Oh ha ha...” That's not far from the truth in reality.
“Fancy coming out today? I need to get some things for Toni's birthday.”
“That sounds like a plan. Okay, give me a half hour. I want to have a bath.” If I don't, I won't be able to walk anywhere without whimpering.