by Korry Smith
However, unlikely.
"Not only did you name your car, but you got it tattooed on your arm?"
"What? She's my baby," he said all innocent and childlike.
That stupid tattoo had my mind freaking out over some phantom girl for weeks. Then, I come to find out he's paying homage to his car?
Unbelievable.
Alex jogged up after me as I stormed off towards the door locks, wanting to get our shit and leave. He grabbed me from behind and jerked me into some random hallway. He pushed me up against the wall, knocking the air out of me.
"What are you doing?" I half shouted, glancing around me wildly, looking for people.
There was no one around.
He pinned his body to mine and put his hands around my throat, not to be threatening, but to stir something inside of me.
"Were you jealous of Tanya?" he asked.
"No," I said, barely fighting against him.
He squeezed a little bit more, cutting off my breath as he leaned in, and put his lips to mine. "Liar."
"I wanted to know who she was before I started marking up my body for you.”
He glanced down at the frenzy rise and fall of my marked breasts. "Too late."
"I meant permanently."
"Admit that you were jealous." Alex’s eyes were menacing, yet playful. It was an odd mixture. Only he could pull it off. "And I'll let you go."
"But I wasn't."
Lies. Lies. Lies.
If he knew the truth.
"Suit yourself," he said, his mouth going to the skin on my neck, biting and sucking it.
I struggled again, half-heartedly, as my eyes searched the store and darkened hallway. Someone had to be watching us, right? It was hard to imagine we were alone.
Widening his stance to enclose me more, he thrust his body against mine and sucked harder. I couldn’t move, but did I even want to? My eyes closed as I slowly but inevitably melted into him. I didn't care that we were in the middle of a store anymore. Let the people see the biting, the sucking, and the way he dominated me.
The danger of someone catching us and throwing us out of there with our pants down turned me on, but the baggies of weed in his pocket made me see sense. What if the store called the cops? I needed to protect what was mine by letting him win.
"Fine!”
Alex pulled back. "Fine, what?"
"I was jealous..." I couldn’t hide my smile, "…of a stupid and ugly car."
He laughed, resting his forehead on mine. "Only you, baby."
"Could say such a statement and live?"
He released my neck and caressed the side of my face. "Just you."
The one thing that could break the spell he had me under was a disruption from the outside world. A young boy snickered as he walked into the hallway and brought us down. That's when I took in our surroundings and realized where we were standing. There was an employee lounge, the manager's office, and bathrooms. It was hardly the place to be discreet and hidden away while making out.
Alex heaved a sigh. "We should get going."
"Yeah." I agreed reluctantly. My body was so wound-up, and I felt as though I might implode with sexual frustration.
He took my hand, and we went back to the door locks. This time, it didn't take him long to decide. He just picked a random deadbolt and never second-guessed it.
Only if he'd done that shit sooner, we wouldn't have spent an hour and a half in the hardware store.
As we meandered through the aisles on our way to the front cashier, Alex suddenly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside.
I looked up at him questioningly.
"Here," he said, trying to jab a roll of tape down my shorts.
“What are you doing?” I shook my head and pushed his hands away, begging him with my eyes to keep walking.
"Come on," he said with a mischievous gleam. "You might like it."
"I don't need tape."
"What do you need?" He glanced around the aisle. "We'll steal that."
"Why do we have to steal anything?" I whispered. "I thought you had money."
"Mad," he said, gently kissing my lips. “Trust me."
"Fine," I huffed, grabbing the tape, and stuffing it tightly between my panties and skin. I covered it with my shirt and glared. "Happy?"
"Extremely." He smiled, looking over my head, and taking my hand. "Now we can leave."
The weight of the tape increased as we neared the front checkout, and I scanned the place for cameras, knowing that they were on me. My heart was beating fast, thumping against my chest, and pulsating in my ears. It felt like every person in this store was staring at me and knew what I had done.
I gripped Alex’s hand tightly, needing him to stabilize me as the cashier glanced back and forth between us. We locked eyes, and the guy was so sure of himself that something was amiss, but didn’t say anything. The nervousness and guilty energy had to be radiating off me.
"Have a good day," the cashier mumbled and handed back the change.
"Thanks, man," Alex said, far too politely.
The sliding door to my escape was feet away, and I glanced behind me, expecting security to jump out and tackle me to the floor.
"Be cool," Alex murmured and squeezed my hand.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. Only after we made it back to the car without incident did I allow my lungs to breathe. It came out in one long whoosh. I pulled out the tape from my pants and stared at it, stunned that I'd had stolen something. It was silly, but who knew that petty shoplifting could be such a thrill?
Grinning over at Alex, I twirled the tape around my finger. "Piece of cake."
"Why aren't you a sexy little thief," he said.
Aroused by the experienced, and by Alex in general, I lunged at him. Our lips slammed together with a fiery passion, no longer contained and unabated. I crawled over the center console and planted myself on his lap. He clutched my waist, pushing me down as he lifted himself up. The aching and needing in our bodies was overpowering. I ground my ass into him, creating some wanted friction on the hardness and length beneath his jeans.
"Fuck.” He groaned, kissing me harder as I rocked my hips.
My fingers were in his hair, tugging at it, inciting a hiss from him. I smiled against his lips as he moved his hands up my back and took fistfuls of my shirt. I heard a faint and distinctive tearing noise as the fabric ripped down the front. Stitch by stitch; it slowly came apart.
I didn't care if he tore it to shreds. It wasn't worth ending this heavy make-out session in his car. I wouldn't stop even if there were a crowd of people watching us. It fueled my fire.
"Shit." Alex broke the kiss and leaned away from me. "We need to stop before I fucking take you in the back seat."
I followed his mouth. "That wouldn't be so bad."
"Don't tempt me, kid," he said, lifting me off his lap and sitting me back down on my seat.
He started the engine and tore out of the parking lot, screeching his tires and leaving a trail of rubber.
I stared down at the tape and spun its insignificance in my hands. How was it possible for one little object to create so much passion and lust between us? I couldn't deny that firm hold it had over me, the excitement that it caused, or even what it signified me as a person. It was like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.
Lying on my stomach on the bed and facing the door, I watched as Alex installed our new lock. He was using my screwdriver. The one weapon I’d brought with me, not only to defend myself but to commit a felony. Oddly enough, it was the one tool they had in the apartment.
“So, if it weren’t for me trying to steal your car with my trusty screwdriver, you wouldn’t even have anything to install that lock with, huh?” I asked, still spinning my hardware trophy around my finger.
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even give a shit about installing a door lock in the first place.”
I sat up surprised. “Really?”
“Really.�
�� Alex wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He didn’t do manual labor.
“Well, what about...before me...with other girls?” I asked, my voice cracking a little at the end.
He shrugged. “I didn’t care.”
“You didn’t care if people walked in on you while you were having sex with a girl?” Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I was rigid and at full attention. “What about wanting your privacy?”
The whole conversation was unsettling and thinking about him with other girls was agony. It caused this throbbing in my chest, but I fought through it, because, well, I wanted to know him better. What he thought about, what made him tick, and eventually, hopefully, I would get to learn more about his family.
But for now, I had to waddle through the turbulent waters of past relationships.
“Didn’t matter.” He sat down the screwdriver and checked the door. “I figured if people were stupid enough to walk in on me while I was fucking a girl, then that’s their fault.”
He was straightforward and told me exactly how it was. That was why he didn’t realize that his cold depiction of his earlier sexual encounters had doubled me over in pain. I’m sure if he’d known, he would have been more tactful and not so blunt with his words.
But the damage was done, and to counteract the hurt and jealousy I was harboring; I retaliated…viciously.
“I can see that.” Tossing the tape up in the air, I mimicked Alex’s cool and aloof demeanor. “I didn’t care when my mom walked in on me and my boyfriend fucking.”
That never happened. Well, it did, but my ex never sealed the deal. The guy was on top of me, fumbling with the condom wrapper when my mom walked in. I had a door lock, but I didn’t use it that day. I wanted her to see me in a compromising position. She already thought I was a slut, and I was just reinforcing that belief.
Alex didn’t know that though, and his head snapped up, his eyes narrowed at me.
Oh, yeah. Doesn’t feel so good, does it?
I leaned back on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows and crossing my legs. “It was a shame too. I was so close.”
He clenched his jaw and stood up. Every muscle in his arm was tense, and his hands closed into fists. I watched him as he quietly, and calmly, shut the door. He locked it, and it made a faint, but a fantastic click. He twisted the knob and pulled it towards him. It worked. We were locked in. No one was going to interrupt us ever again.
He turned back to me, and I could see the lust and jealousy exuding off him, and it was all over some guy who barely existed to me.
I liked it. It turned me on. I pushed Alex further.
“God,” I sighed, throwing myself back on the bed. “He was the only boy who could touch me like that, you know?”
It was silent, and he hadn’t moved an inch. He needed a little more coaxing.
I got creative, sliding my hands up my body and over my breasts and into my hair. It wasn’t the same feeling nor did have the same effect that Alex had when he touched me, but I acted as though it was the best thing since sliced bread.
Going in for the kill, I began making these soft and erotic moaning sounds. “Mmm. So good.”
I might be a virgin and inexperienced in many ways, but I’d seen a few movies and knew what drove men crazy.
There was a loud growl from the door, some shuffling of feet, and then in a flash, Alex was upon me. He grabbed my ankles and jerked my body towards him. I flew across the bed in one motion, and my ass rammed up against his thighs. He grasped my hips, putting all his weight and pressure on me. It was painful and likely to bruise later.
I looked up at him with a smirk of superiority, but it quickly faded into a soft gasp when I saw that he had taken off his shirt.
He does not play fair at all.
The tattoos were everywhere I looked on his taut, muscular body and hard stomach. The narrow V prominent in his hips were dipping below his jeans and boxers. It was hard for me to think now, let alone keep up with my plan to make him jealous.
“Who is this fucking guy who makes you moan like that?” he asked, low and gruff.
“Why? Are you jealous?”
“No,” he said, squeezing me until I whimpered, but even then, he just gripped me tighter. “I’m just calling your bluff.”
“I’m not bluffing,” I said, wincing from the pain as his fingers continued to dig into my skin.
He eased his hold and leaned into me. “I know you’ve never been fucked before.”
My eyes closed as he flushed his chest against mine, but my cockblocking shirt was the barrier between having skin to skin contact with him.
“You don’t think I know the difference?” He whispered into my ear. “I knew the second I touched you.”
I shifted and angled my body towards Alex, silently hoping that he would remind me. He responded in kind, seeming to read my mind as he drifted his hands up the front of my body and palmed my breasts.
It was difficult for me to keep my breathing steady. Every touch from Alex, no matter how minuscule, caused every part of me to react.
He drew a line with his mouth from my earlobe and down to my chest. His hands clasped the top hem of the shirt, and with one yank, he was pulling it down, along with my bra, and exposing my bare skin to the air. My nipples, which were already hard from my arousal, puckered even more.
Rolling his thumb over them, he grunted with disapproval. “This shit needs to go.”
He let go of my shirt and bra, and they both snapped back into position. He sat up straight, jerking me up with him. I grasped his waist for balance, my fingers stung under the heat of his skin.
Alex reached down, pulling the shirt over my head, and unhooking my bra, throwing them both to the floor. Laying me on the bed, he bent his head down and placed sensual kisses on my skin. Alex started from the belly button and worked his way up. When he got to my breasts again, I arched my back and pushed them into his face.
He chuckled and called me impatient.
Clutching the sheets, I held my breath as he gave into my demands. Cupping the sides of my breasts and pushing them together, Alex created some needed cleavage. He flicked out his tongue, licking one nipple at a time, alternating between the two. Back and forth, getting me wetter with every graze and nibble of his teeth.
I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress the moans that wanted to burst out of me. Door locked or not; I didn’t want the world to know what was happening.
Alex kissed me softly on each rounded hump of my breasts. He was easing me in, being tender and non-rough with his efforts. It was true. I have never ‘been fucked’ before. The thought of having sex for the first time with him made me nervous. What if he was too big? What if he was too small? Could a penis fit just right? I was too much of a novice to know what I could handle.
All I knew for sure was I wanted Alex to be my first, last, and only.
Trailing his mouth back up to mine, he bit my bottom lip and tugged on it.
Fuck!
It hurt, but the thought of tasting blood drove me into a frenzy. My hands flew to Alex’s hair, and I yanked his head to me, kissing him deeper and sucking on his tongue. The rough and dominating Alex was what I wanted.
“Oh, baby.” He pulled away and exhaled in defeat. “If I were a lesser man, I would fuck you so good right now.”
“Do it,” I panted. “I want you to.”
“I know.” He kissed me on my throat. “Why else would you try to make me jealous? Then all that moaning and touching yourself! Damn, woman. Your argument was very persuasive, but I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“You’re a constant tease,” I said, shifting, and flinging myself away from him. I was horny as shit, and he was stepping on the brakes. “You get me all worked up for nothing.”
“Did I say we were fucking done?”
Alex grabbed my ankles and dragged me back over to him. There was a new determination behind his eyes. He unbuttoned my shorts, and I lifted my hips up, helping him slide the
m off me.
Lying there in bed with just my underwear on, he shook his head in utter awe. “Fucking perfect.”
He then parted my legs and settled in between them. His mouth went to my breasts again; except this time, he wasn’t gentle. He was forceful and needy, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. I could feel his tongue rolling over the peak, and I let out a ragged whimper.
Alex thrust into me, and I wanted him to remove the last hurdle between us. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him down, meeting my aching, engorged lips. He bit my nipple in his frustration. The buck of his hips and the jabbing of his cock through his jeans, seeping with pre-cum on the fabric, told me how much he was aching to be inside me. I wiggled my hand in between us and slipped a finger below the waistband. A simple touch of smooth, hard wetness caused a loud and throaty moan to escape.
He covered my mouth with his hand. “You got to be quiet, baby.”
I nodded.
“That’s a good girl.”
Alex went back to my breasts, licking and sucking and biting and nipping at them. It was becoming too much, and I could feel myself wanting to scream. He moved his body up and off me to repositioned himself at my side.
Grabbing my chin and turning my head towards him, he kissed me. It was rough, rushed, and unrestrained. He vigorously moved his tongue against mine; being a forceful presence in my mouth and on my skin. He sat up on his elbow as his other free hand caressed my body, squeezing my breast, and pinching a nipple. Slowly, but deliberately, he slid his hand down my stomach and slipped it under my panties. My hand clutched his bicep as he inched closer and closer.
Alex paused, barely dipping his fingers in, just resting them on the top of my pussy. “You feel that?”
I exhaled. “Yes.”
He attacked my mouth as he plunged into me. The self-control he used was a thing of the past, and I rocked my hips against his hand as he pumped his fingers.
I dug my nails into his skin and sucked on his bottom lip, putting his ring in between my teeth, and yanking on it. He increased his pace, taking his fingers out to rub them up and down my slit. Each time, it elicited a cry out of me, louder than the last.