Friction

by L. D. Davis

  I held my breath, waiting for Alden to speak whatever it was that made him blush. I just couldn’t imagine…

  “I want to be your hero,” he said softly. “I want to take care of whatever demons that are chasing you, Noa. You are…magical. You’ve changed me, forever, and I will never resent you for it. You’ve made me a better man, a man worthy of someone as extraordinary as you.”

  His hands cupped my face again. “Baby, let me take care of you. Let me make it all better. Tell me where it hurts and I’ll fix it.” One hand dropped to my chest over my heart. “I’ll fix you.”

  Tears. I hate tears, but they came anyway, flowing out of my eyes so quickly that I hardly had time to prepare myself. Alden wiped them away as he spoke softly to me.

  “Talk to me, Little One. We’re not getting off this boat until you do.”

  I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to tell him everything, but the desire to kiss him was much stronger. I put my hands on his shoulders, stood on my toes, and smashed my mouth against his. He didn’t hesitate to part his lips and allow my tongue to press into his mouth. Alden moaned but then pulled away until our lips were barely touching. I felt the smile on his lips.

  “That’s not talking, Little One,” he murmured.

  “I don’t want to talk,” I said and pressed my mouth to his again. He indulged in me again and let me control the kiss for a few moments before he pulled away once more. I growled with frustration. Alden laughed lightly.

  “You’re not getting out of this,” he said and kissed my lips gently. “You have to talk to me.” His fingers wiped at my tears. They had slowed, but still fell sporadically.

  “We’ll talk later,” I said huskily as I touched his mouth with mine. “Kiss me, Alden.”

  I didn’t give him a chance to respond. I kissed him hard, making him moan again. He wrapped my ponytail around one fist and gently tilted my head back to get better access to my mouth. His tongue battled with mine as we fought for control over the kiss, but when he nipped hard at my tongue, I conceded and submitted.

  His free hand traced over my cheek and down my neck before dropping into the tight space between our bodies. When I felt his hand cup me through my jeans, I groaned loudly into his mouth. His fingers expertly found the sensitive bud through my jeans and pressed hard. I put my arms on the railing behind me and began to grind against his hand.

  “You’re so fucking warm,” Alden breathed against my mouth. “How does that feel, sweetheart? Hmm?”

  He rubbed the rough seam of my jeans against my clit, finding a rhythm with the rocking of my hips. The heat radiated from my pussy and spread up over my belly and up to my nipples, making them harden in my lace bra. Alden kissed me again, deeper, harder, and without mercy, stealing my breath entirely.

  “Your jeans are getting wet,” he groaned as he continued to rub me. He used his other hand to pull the zipper down on my jacket. When my coat fell open, his fingertips trailed down my neck and down to the swell of my breasts. I hissed when they feathered over my hard nipples, and then groaned in frustration when he began to tease me by drawing circles around the puckered peaks.

  “Please,” I begged and bit my lip.

  “Please what?” he asked teasingly.

  “Touch me,” I panted.

  “I am touching you.” He grinned. Suddenly, he squeezed my nipple and I bucked against his hand with a low, long cry. “You want to come, Noa?” He asked in a husky voice.

  I nodded fervently, unable to form actual words as he squeezed and released my nipple repeatedly through my T-shirt and continued to rub my aching pussy through my jeans. Suddenly, his hand began to move faster and harder, making it impossible for me to continue grinding against him, but it didn’t matter. I was so close, so, so close.

  “Alden!” I screamed his name as my orgasm hit me suddenly, making me reflexively squeeze my thighs over his hand and trapping it against my sex.

  He laughed softly before flicking his tongue over my bottom lip. Slowly, he wriggled his hand free from between my legs and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me close, pressing his erection against my belly as his nose grazed over mine.

  “Alden?” I whispered his name as my heart pounded ridiculously fast in my chest.

  “Hmm?”

  I swallowed twice before speaking again. “Take me to bed.”

  He froze for a few seconds before pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes. “What?”

  I pressed a gentle kiss against his lips and repeated myself, slowly. And so that he could not misunderstand, I reached between us and grasped his cock through his jeans, making him hiss through his teeth.

  “Take. Me. To. Bed.”

  “Are you sure?” he whispered back to me, though he pressed his erection into my hand.

  “I’m sorry, I thought I was talking to Alden Breck. Since when does the great Breck second guess going to bed with a woman?”

  He smiled, but it was a small smile, not with his usual gusto. “Guess I’m losing my touch a little, huh?”

  “I just think you’re out of practice,” I said huskily as I nipped at his jaw.

  He groaned and pressed against me again. He opened his mouth to question me, I could see the doubt in his eyes, but I kissed him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth almost violently.

  “Shit,” he said, staring down at me with wonder after we pulled apart. “I should have told you I fucking loved you a long time ago. I could have tapped that ass weeks ago.”

  I rolled my eyes. My Alden was back, saying ridiculous shit.

  My lips were throbbing, sore, and plumped from Alden’s kisses and tiny bites, but I couldn’t pull away from him. My lips repeatedly crashed into his and I made him moan every time I sucked his lip or tongue into my mouth and between my teeth.

  My hair, wild from Alden’s hands constantly finding their way in it, clung to my cheeks, his cheeks, our lips. He’d pull away long enough to push it off of my face, but one of us always moved again to reconnect.

  Our clothes were strewn across the room – a pair of jeans on the floor, a shirt on the bedside table, my bra hanging haphazardly off the foot of the bed, and my panties lay on a chair where Alden had thrown them after he had wickedly put them to his nose and inhaled deeply.

  I sat on his lap, straddling his thighs as he leaned against the headboard. My bare breasts were smashed against his broad chest, and resting against my lower belly was his long and thick erection. It was warm and moist with the constant flow of pre-come seeping out of the tip, and every now and then, it would twitch and react to my kisses and my touches.

  His hands eased down my back and to my ass. He pulled me closer until the shaft of his cock was nestled against my wet slit. I groaned and rocked against him, sliding along his cock and coating it with my arousal.

  Finally able to break away from my mouth, Alden’s lips painted a picture down my throat, over my collarbone, and across my shoulder.

  At first, I wasn’t sure how to do it, how to make love. I had never made love with a man. Sure, a couple of them had been gentle and sweet, but it wasn’t love, it wasn’t this all-consuming burn inside of me that I felt with Alden, this intense need to become one with him. I was worried that I wouldn’t know what to do or how to do it, but then his lips connected with mine and I was engulfed and naked in his arms. I knew how silly I was being. There was no wrong or right way, no plan to follow; there was only him and me and the love that blazed between us.

  “Are you ready for me, Noa?” Alden whispered against my neck as one of his hands slipped into the tight space between us. Two fingers dipped inside of me. He groaned and it vibrated against my skin. “You’re ready for me.”

  He attempted to roll me over onto my back, but I grabbed onto the headboard to stay upright.

  “I want to do it like this,” I said when I saw the confusion on his face.

  “Fuck no! I’ll tear you apart like this,” he objected.

  “We’ll go slowly until I get used to you.” />
  He shook his head and frowned as he whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you with my abnormally large, but superb and delicious cock.”

  I tilted my head. “How do you know your cock is delicious?”

  “Everything else about it is so great, I’m just assuming…”

  I kissed his lips. “Shut up, Alden and make love to me. This way.”

  He looked at me with doubt even as he grabbed a hold of his cock and rubbed it against my pussy. “When your ass is literally in a sling tomorrow, I am going to just wear a shirt that says ‘I told you so’ so that I don’t have to keep saying it all day.”

  I raised myself up and when I felt the tip of him slide over my entrance, I sucked in a soft breath. I nodded my response and braced myself by placing my hands on his shoulders. His hands firmly gripped my hips for control as he carefully lowered me onto his erection. Inch by lovely inch, he eased into me. I felt myself stretching to accommodate his girth, and I bit my lip to keep myself from cursing, though I moaned and my fingers dug into his shoulders. Alden grimaced as if it were taking every bit of his control not to take me in one hard thrust. When he hit the resistance of the opening to my womb, I was sure that he had to be all the way inside of me because I felt filled to capacity with his throbbing flesh.

  “Can you take more?” he asked through gritted teeth.

  My eyes widened. “More?” I squeaked.

  His brow crinkled. “We should change positions.”

  “No, no,” I said hurriedly. “Please, keep going.”

  Without any further argument, his fingers pressed into my flesh and he continued to lower me onto his cock. I wanted to look down and see this impossible disappearing act as I took him deeper. Alden was right, he was tearing me apart, straight down the middle. My body protested at the invasion and even though I whimpered and moaned softly, I was holding myself back from screaming and shouting for him to stop. As much as it hurt to be spread so widely and penetrated so deeply, I wanted it. I wanted to feel him all the way inside of me, until his balls were pressed against the curve of my ass. Until I was impaled on him and we were hooked together like two pieces of the same puzzle. Maybe it was cruel for me to finally give him this – to finally give myself this – only to walk away in the near future and probably break his heart, and mine, too. Maybe it was cruel, but I needed this, Alden needed this. For once in my life, I wanted to make love, to be joined with someone who truly loved me and wanted me for who I was inside and out, because it would never happen again. I would never allow myself to love someone again.

  Alden cursed as the soft walls of me swallowed the last inch of him. I could hear my breaths, loud and ragged as I stared into his hazel eyes, afraid to move, but then I did. A small movement of my hips and my fingers were digging in to his skin again as a low moan left my mouth. We couldn’t sit like this forever, and I could tell by the look of concern mixed with lust on his face that he was afraid to move, too – afraid to hurt me. So, I moved and began to rotate my hips.

  “Oh, god,” I gasped. It was painful. It was also pleasurable. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  “Noa,” Alden breathed my name as his hands closed over my ass.

  As I began to grow acclimated to his size, I started to move in faster and wider circles. One of Alden’s hands palmed my breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb and pinching it between his fingers. My hips moved on their own, grinding on him a little bit harder as the pleasurable sensations from my nipple shot straight to my sex. His hand slipped down between our bodies and his fingers discovered my swollen, sensitive clit. He rubbed it firmly, making me whimper and make wordless sounds, or speak words that didn’t exist.

  Alden growled softly before kissing me. I moaned into his mouth and then against his lips when he retracted his skilled tongue.

  “That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice husky and breathless. “Come on my cock, Noa. I love you so much. I want you more than anything in this world. Come on my cock.”

  I shrieked as my body suddenly tightened with tension and then uncoiled. I rocked on his hard cock, scratching at his shoulders and back and trying unsuccessfully to call out his name as my orgasm ravaged me. Alden’s hands gripped my waist and he thrust into me, making me shriek once more.

  “Let me love you, Noa,” he whispered against my mouth. I could hear the restraint in his voice. He wanted control and he wanted to move at his own tempo.

  “M-make love t-to m-me, Alden,” I stuttered, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

  With another growl, this one louder, deeper, and more animalistic, he began moving inside of me with long strokes. With every upward thrust, he brought my body down to meet his. My nipples rubbed against his hard chest and grew harder and more sensitive by the second. There was a sweet fragrance enveloping us – Alden’s light, but masculine cologne fused with his body chemistry, mixed with the scent of my shampoo and body wash and the heady smell of sex.

  Our mouths mashed together, tongues seeking and then colliding. Every moan and grunt vibrated in each other’s mouths, and then against my skin when he pulled away to kiss my neck and shoulders. As if he couldn’t stand to stay away from my mouth, he abandoned the trail he had been kissing across my chest and slipped his tongue into my mouth again.

  Deeper. Harder. Faster.

  Alden was losing control, and I wanted him to. My pussy ached with his intrusion, but I wanted more. More aching, more blinding hot pleasure. I wanted him to take me completely, to own me, and to ruin me for life for any other man.

  My fingers wove into his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat. My teeth had grazed over his chin before my lips left hot kisses along his skin. When I reached his lower neck, I opened my mouth, licked away the slightly salty perspiration that had gathered there, and then sunk my teeth into his flesh and sucked. Alden cursed and groaned as his tempo increased.

  “Fuck, Noa,” he growled. “Fuck!”

  When I pulled away, there was a fresh red mark on his neck. I loved the way it looked against his creamy skin, standing out in stark contrast, announcing to the world that he was mine. A strong, gut clenching possessiveness came over me, banishing any thoughts of ever leaving this man. He was mine, mine, and I was his. I wasn’t going to let anyone break us apart, especially me.

  My finger traced over the mark, and I growled, “Mine.”

  All of Alden’s control vanished.

  Suddenly, I was rolling onto my back, Alden rolling with me. He braced himself, planting a hand on either side of my head and straightening his arms. Before I could object, he slammed into me, making me cry out so loudly that it hurt my own ears. Again and again, he pounded into me, taking me apart thread by thread. My nails drew blood as they penetrated the flesh on his back. He groaned so loudly that his voice competed with mine in an erotic song that glanced off the walls of the room.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded.

  I complied and nearly cried when I felt him deeper inside of me. I chanted his name and unintelligible words as his cock destroyed me in the most sensational ways. A pressure in my core built quickly and then burst suddenly as the head of his glorious cock slid over the bundle of nerves hidden inside of me. I screamed as my orgasm hit an all-time high and liquid passion erupted from my pussy, showering both my lover and me. My legs trembled with violence, my body shook with spasms, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  Incensed by my eruptive orgasm and having no mercy on my poor, over-sensitized body, Alden crushed my body with his when he dropped onto me and wrapped his arms around my back. With shaking limbs, I put my arms around him, needing and wanting to feel him as close as humanly possible. His movements became more turbulent, his hips painfully slamming into my hips. Tears stung at my eyes, not because it hurt, but because it was nearly too much for my over-stimulated body, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop. I’d never felt so close to another human in my life, so full and so complete, but
all good things must come to an end, or so they say.

  Alden kissed me brutally before pulling away with my bottom lip between his teeth. Groaning loudly while sucking and licking my lip, I felt his cock pulsate inside of me and felt the first burst of warmth as he began to climax. His teeth released me and he dropped his head to the space between my neck and shoulder as he continued to come inside of me, moaning my name and thrusting jerkily. His body gave a hard shudder and then he became boneless atop of me, breathless and chest heaving.

  I rubbed his back, kissed his shoulder, and ran my fingers through his hair as we lay there, still joined and recovering. Alden lifted his head and his eyes roamed over my face with concern.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  My fingers stroked over his face as I spoke in a raspy voice. “You made me feel perfect.”

  He smiled and left a gentle kiss on my lips. “You were already perfect.”

  ***

  I couldn’t put it off anymore. I had to tell Alden about Larson. He wouldn’t let me put it off. He had been serious when he said he wouldn’t let me off the damn boat unless I told him what was going on.

  We settled in the salon with mugs of hot chocolate spiked with marshmallow-flavored vodka, topped with mini marshmallows and whipped cream. We were both only half dressed. Alden was shirtless but had on his jeans. I wore Alden’s FML T-shirt and a pair of panties. Yes, FML is the acronym for Fuck My Life, but it is also the acronym for Fictitious Music Label. Alden loved it, because either way, someone would get the shirt.

  A fire crackled from a gas fireplace and we sat side-by-side under a blanket we had swiped from the cabin we were in.

  “Tell me about New York,” Alden said as his free hand caressed my hair.

  I sighed softly and stared at the melting whip cream in my mug.

  “I had lunch with Sahara and everything was fine. I was in a really good mood. I was going to call you and ask if I could come visit you at the studio. I really wanted to see you, just to be with you regardless of what you were doing. I was looking down at my phone and not really paying attention, which is really stupid in the city, but I was being careless. I bumped into someone, and I was apologizing before I even looked to see who it was.”