Friction

by L. D. Davis

  I nodded once, and he made quick work of removing my shirt, stripping me down to my bra.

  In a state of shock, I watched our reflections as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. He kneeled behind me and pulled my jeans down over my thighs and down to my feet. With a trembling hand on his shoulder, I stepped out of the jeans. Alden stood back up and splayed his hands across my midsection.

  I shook violently against him, but I didn’t make him stop.

  “Tell me again how you see yourself,” he said, his voice low and rough.

  “Vertically challenged woman, with okay boobs, plain brown hair, and I could stand to lose a few pounds,” I murmured awkwardly.

  “Vertically challenged, maybe so, but I would say you are petite.” He smiled in my hair. “Your hair…” he said, running his fingers through it. “Is what other women pay for: wavy, soft, and naturally highlighted. I love how it frames your face and I love the way it looks when you just wake up. It smells…” He took a long whiff of my hair. “It smells intoxicating.”

  I swallowed hard as his hand returned to my midsection. “Now, let’s discuss your few pounds.” His hands caressed over my belly, over my hips, and over my thighs before smoothing up to my waist.

  “Where you see a few extra pounds, I see curves,” he murmured as his hands began traveling again. “Exquisite, sexy curves. This flesh on your belly…” he said, running a hand across my stomach. “Makes me want to lick it, bite it, and kiss it.”

  Oh. My. Goodness.

  “And these breasts…” his hands cupped my breasts and I just about died. To my shock and horror, I felt my nipples pucker and harden under his touch. Alden groaned as he gave them a squeeze and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from groaning, too. “You have perfect tits, Little Noa. There’s nothing petite about these. They’re firm, but soft at the same time, and they are a perfect fit for my hands.” He squeezed again and I couldn’t help the light moan that escaped my lips.

  “You see, you’re beautiful,” Alden said and gave me a light kiss on my neck. “Hasn’t anyone ever made you feel beautiful?”

  I shook my head, unable to find my voice.

  “Really? Many women feel that way after a good orgasm.”

  “I guess I’ll never know,” I managed to whisper.

  Alden’s eyes widened. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”

  “Only if I give one to myself,” I said and swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe the turn the conversation had taken. I needed to steer it back on track, back to his damn apology. I opened my mouth to speak, but I gasped when I felt Alden’s fingertips in the top of my panties.

  “That bastard Larson couldn’t even give you an orgasm?” he questioned, watching my face in the mirror for a response.

  “No.”

  “What about any of the other guys you dated?”

  I shook my head. Nope.

  "How the hell do you write such hot sex scenes if you can't ever remember having an orgasm?" he asked in astonishment.

  "A girl can dream," I said softly.

  “Okay,” he said after a moment. “Okay.” He took a deep breath. “I promised I wouldn’t try to fuck you, and I won’t. I mean, technically I will, with my hand.”

  I started to object and pull away, but he held me fast and told me to be quiet and listen.

  “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I won’t. I promised I wouldn’t try to fuck you, and I won’t, but I will make you feel good and I will make you see and feel beautiful when you come. This is about you, not about me. Understand?”

  It didn’t matter if I understood or not. It wasn’t up for discussion at this point. He was going to do it – or try, and my god I wanted him to try. I didn’t want to admit it out loud, but I was turned on by our display in the mirror. I was still afraid and anxious, but I was more aroused than anything.

  “Before we start, I need to tell you why I was being such an ass,” Alden said, brushing my hair away from my neck.

  “Which time?” I snorted.

  “While we were arguing about your dress, I realized how strongly I feel about you after only a few days,” he said in a very soft voice.

  I met his eyes in the mirror, but his eyes were so bright and affecting, I had to look away.

  “Okay,” I said slowly, looking off to the side, away from the reflection of our bodies together.

  “I didn’t know how to handle what I was feeling, so I just turned my emotions off,” he said and left a single, gentle kiss on my neck. “I can’t promise that I won’t act like an ass again – it’s in my nature, you know, but I will try to behave more sensibly.”

  “It’s also in your nature to be the whore that you are,” I said, meeting his eyes again. “So, make sure you get your emotions under control. You wouldn’t want to take either of us in a direction that would just end badly.”

  “Agreed,” he said and left another kiss on my neck that left me sighing.

  “So maybe you should let me get dressed now.” I attempted to pull away from him, but I don’t know why I bothered. Alden wasn’t going to let me go unless Alden wanted to let me go.

  “Oh, no, Little One,” he smiled sexily and mischievously. “I still have a few lessons to impart on you.”

  “It’s going over the line, Alden,” I said firmly.

  “I always go over the line, sweetheart,” he said with a big grin. “Consider this a thank you for agreeing to do the gala tour with me.” His smile faded and he looked serious once again. “I want you to see yourself as I see you.”

  With his last three words, his hand slipped into my panties and before I could react, his middle finger made contact with my clit. I pulled in a sharp breath when I felt it.

  “You’re warm,” he murmured in my ear as his fingers stroked over my clit. “And wet.”

  I tried to breathe normally as he touched me, but I was having a very hard time with it. I bit back a moan when he pressed down a little harder.

  “Noa,” he growled lightly in my ear. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at my hand in your panties. You see that? Mmm…” Alden moaned. “You see my hand moving around under your pretty panties? Stroking you? Spreading your moisture all over your hot cunt?”

  Dear me, I couldn’t help myself when I moaned. His skilled fingers felt incredible on me.

  “Your face is turning a light shade of pink because of your arousal,” Alden breathed, stroking a finger over my cheekbone. His fingers stroked over my slightly open mouth. “And look how your lips part as you try to control your breathing. You look so fucking hot right now, so beautiful.”

  His fingers pressed harder on my clit as he moved them in a slow circle. My head fell back against his body. When my eyes began to close, Alden scolded me.

  “Keep your eyes open, Noa,” he commanded. “Watch everything,” he whispered. “How do you feel?”

  “G…good,” I managed.

  “But you don’t feel great,” he said. “You don’t see yourself the way I see you yet. Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet, sweetheart,” Alden said as his fingers easily found a nipple through my bra.

  I groaned. He was rolling it and squeezing it between his fingers. The material of my bra was adding to the pleasure that was now shooting through my nipples and to my core.

  “Yesss,” Alden hissed in my ear. “Look at your face now, Noa. See how it’s burning with desire?”

  He released my breast, grabbed my hand, and put it just above my panty line near his other arm.

  “Run your hands over your body a little bit,” he demanded before reaching for my breast again. “Touch your body.”

  I stroked my fingers over my belly just above where his fingers were pleasuring me. I traced a lazy trail that went around my navel, over it, and then up to the swell of my breasts.

  “Mmm…” Alden groaned and pressed his groin into my ass. “Now move your hand back down and push it into your panties under my hand.”

  I did as I was told, trying hard
not to close my eyes as he moved to the other breast and began to assault that nipple as well.

  “Get your hand down there,” he commanded roughly when my fingers lingered near my sex.

  I pushed my hand down until it was under his and over my clit. He pressed on my hand with his, adding more pressure than ever to my aching clit.

  “Oh, god,” I breathed as he made me touch myself.

  “Do you feel how wet you are, Noa?” he murmured as he kissed my neck. “Do you feel how hot you are? Look at your face, baby. Look how turned on you are. Your eyes look like they’re on fucking fire. So fucking beautiful.” His tongue flicked at my earlobe.

  My moans were getting louder and longer as Alden touched me and made me touch myself. He slipped his hand inside my bra and palmed my breast. I pressed forward a little and he growled as he squeezed me hard.

  “Look at your hips rocking against our hands,” Alden said in awe.

  My eyes trailed down to our hands working together toward one common goal. I hadn’t realized it at first, but I was grinding gently against our hands.

  “Keep touching yourself,” Alden warned as his hand slid farther into my panties. A second later, I felt a finger thrust inside of me.

  “Oh!” I cried out as his thick finger invaded me.

  “Your panties are getting in my way,” Alden growled and before I could stop him, he tore them away from my body. Then his finger was back inside of me, pushing in and pulling out, and pushing back in again. “Look at that, Noa,” he groaned. “Look at my finger going in and out of your tight pussy – keep touching yourself!”

  He pulled out of me completely, but I didn’t have time to miss his touch before he was pushing two fingers inside of me. I watched in the mirror as his fingers repeatedly disappeared into my damp sex. My own fingers were frantically rubbing my clit and Alden’s thumb was stroking over my nipple under my bra.

  “Use your other hand and squeeze your other nipple,” he demanded.

  When my fingers closed over my nipple, I felt like my whole body turned into one big exposed and sensitive nerve. Watching both of our hands on me and in me was making me feel so…hot. I felt like there was something quickly building inside of me and I vaguely wondered if this is what it felt like to climb toward an impending orgasm with someone else’s hands on me.

  “I know you’re about to come,” Alden breathed in my ear. “Your pussy keeps squeezing my fingers. You’re going to come so damn hard, Noa.”

  My cries echoed off the walls of my bedroom. Alden’s moans and growls sounded in my ear, making me climb even higher. Suddenly, Alden’s teeth sunk into the sensitive flesh on my shoulder and I peaked. I stopped touching myself and wrapped my arms around Alden’s neck.

  “Alden!” I screamed his name as I started to come.

  “Look at your beautiful face, Noa,” he moaned.

  He pushed his fingers farther into my cunt and then squeezed my nipple harder as he sucked and licked my skin. He growled and grinded harder against my ass. The sensations I was feeling were almost too much to take. I wanted him to stop touching me, but I wanted it to keep going and going. My body convulsed, trembled, and tightened. I watched my face as he told me to, and saw how flushed and bright it was. I looked like a different person, like a different Noa Eddington. I looked…beautiful…

  As my orgasmic high began to descend back down to Earth, Alden pulled his fingers out of me and stopped thumbing my nipple. I let my arms slip away from him and down to my sides. He laid gentle kisses on my neck and I shuddered, still feeling very sensitive.

  “Look at your reflection,” he said softly. “Your whole body looks like a live wire. Your face looks even more beautiful than it did before. You feel sexy and beautiful, don’t you?”

  I nodded weakly.

  “Good.”

  He withdrew from me suddenly, leaving me feeling cold and, well, half-naked. I watched as he covered his face and groaned near my door.

  “I gotta go,” he said in his hands.

  “What? Seriously?” I asked, watching him.

  “Yes!” he yelled and glared at me.

  “Why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything to you,” I pointed out, feeling a little angry myself.

  “You drive me fucking crazy!” he countered, and then stormed out of the room yelling, “I need to go take a fucking cold shower or go find some pussy! This is ridiculous!”

  By the time I got to the doorway, he was walking out of my apartment, muttering about keeping promises. Just like that, he was gone. I didn’t know how to feel about it. I couldn’t say he used me. Clearly, I used him, but I felt…awkward.

  As I turned to go back into my bedroom to pick up my torn panties, Alden walked through the door again. He stormed over to me, planted a rough kiss on my cheek, and angrily said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Then he left, again.

  Holy cow, he’s a fucking nut.

  I woke up the next morning feeling sore and couldn’t remember why at first. Then I recalled the whole sexual scene in front of the mirror, the way my body shuddered and trembled. I didn’t feel the pain then, but fuck was I feeling it in the morning. I wasn’t even sure if it was worth it. Alden had very skilled hands, but how much credit could I give him if my own hands were just as involved? It made me question whether or not a man could really give me an orgasm.

  I carefully got out of bed to use the bathroom. I thought about the things I needed to accomplish during the day. I still had to find shoes for Saturday, and maybe make an appointment for a manicure for Saturday morning. I was supposed to have lunch with a friend at one, but after that, I really needed to focus on getting some work done. As a rule, I usually wrote no less than ten pages a day, even if I had to burn it like crap the next day. The important thing was to keep working, and since meeting Alden, I didn’t think I wrote ten pages in the entire week.

  With my day planned out in my head, I got into the shower. Afterward, I wrapped myself in a towel and combed the tangles out of my damp hair. I really needed something mild to take the edge off my pain, so I left my bedroom with the intent of going to the kitchen for some ibuprofen, but I almost pissed myself as I covered my mouth and muffled a squeal. Lying on my couch, stretched out and sleeping was Alden.

  What the hell – I wish I knew how he got a fucking key to my apartment. He looked dead-ish. Actually, he looked a little beat up. I leaned in for a closer inspection and realized that he did indeed have a nice bruise under his left eye and a couple of other cuts and bruises on his neck and face. His knuckles looked a little torn up, too. One thing I knew about Alden Breck before our chance meeting, was that he was always fighting. He had been arrested countless times for getting into fistfights. I wondered where and with whom he was fighting this time – and why. Did he blow off sexual steam by pounding someone’s face? That’s dumb.

  I sighed and backed away. I had to continue on with my day despite the infamous, bad boy, hard rocker lying on my couch. I went into the kitchen and took something for my pain. When I turned around, Alden was standing in the doorway. I screamed and threw the bottle of pills at him.

  “Why the hell are you sneaking up on me?” I yelled at him.

  He squinted sleepily at me and grinned. “I was going to pull your towel off and run away,” he said.

  “Ass hat,” I muttered. “Why the hell are you here?”

  “I was tired,” he said to me as if I should have known the answer to that. He stretched and I couldn’t help but watch as his muscles seemed to pop out all over the place.

  “So? Don’t you have a hotel room?” I asked, moving past him.

  “Yeah, but there were girls in there,” he said with disgust as he followed me into the bedroom.

  “So, why didn’t you kick them out?” I asked as I started pulling out clothes to put on.

  “Too much trouble.” He waved a hand.

  “So, I guess you got your pussy last night.”

  “Maybe too much,” he said, dragging his
hands over his face.

  Alden was probably the only guy I knew who could have his fingers inside of me, screw around with other girls later that night, and then have a casual conversation about it the next day. I had to question my own sanity since I was an active participant in said casual conversation.

  “What happened to your face?” I asked, leaning against my dresser.

  “Nothing much.” He shrugged it off as inconsequential. “Just a fight. I’m going to take a shower,” he said and started toward my bathroom. “When I am finished, we will go to breakfast.”

  “Umm…”

  I didn’t know which thing to address first, the fact that he was going to use my shower or the fact that he just assumed I was some loser with nothing else to do but to wait for the big rock guy to take me to breakfast.

  “Umm?” he asked, leaning in the doorway to the bathroom. He filled the space with his arms stretched above his head as his hands gripped the top of the doorframe. I swallowed back my drool.

  “I have to go to DSW to find shoes and then I’m meeting a friend for lunch at one. Then I have to get some work done.”

  “A friend?” His brow furrowed. “A guy friend?”

  “Yes, a guy friend,” I said casually.

  Alden looked like he just tasted something terrible. “I don’t like it.”

  Oh boy.

  “Okay, you don’t have to like it.” I shrugged. “It’s not going to change anything.”

  “Is this a date?” he asked, walking toward me with his bad bad-boy walk.

  “No, it’s a lunch, but for the record, if it were a date, it wouldn’t be any of your concern.”

  Alden moved in close to me and I felt forced to take a step back, but he only closed the distance again.

  “I regretted my behavior yesterday, not what I said,” he said quietly.

  “I’m afraid I don’t know what you are speaking about,” I lied as I looked up into his hazel eyes.

  He put a finger under my chin and leaned in so close I could smell his breath. I never thought someone’s morning breath could smell so…I don’t know…manly? He smelled like cigarettes, beer, and something sweet. Maybe it wasn’t the most attractive smell, but it rather added to his bad ass-ness.