by L. D. Davis
Someone rapped on the bathroom door, but I knew without asking who it was. I wiped at my eyes with the hem of my shirt before pulling the door open. Alden stood with both arms up on the doorframe, making his T-shirt pull up over his taut abdomen. His jeans were hung low on his hips, belted with a leather strap studded with small silver spikes and an obnoxious silver buckle that spelled out “Friction.” His black shirt was a Friction brand, too, featuring a visual of all of the guys in the band. With Alden at the center, the band fanned out on either side of him and the band name was written out in white scripted letters across the top. Wearing his own band’s T-shirt was audacious, and when I had told him so earlier that day before Peyton’s arrival, he had reminded me that he was a “conceited fuck and a brilliant musician,” so why shouldn’t he strut around in his own band gear.
“And I look damn good.” He had grinned at me. I was in no position to dispute that because my hands had been sneaking under the hem of his shirt to touch his bare skin.
I used to find his pompous jackass-ness annoying and off-putting, and it used to strike a desire for violence inside of me, but not anymore. I began to find it endearing, one of the many pieces of Alden that made me smile as much as it made me want to punch him.
Blocking my exit from the bathroom, he studied my face for a moment. I knew he wanted to dig around in my head, but he bit the inside of his cheek and I knew he was going to refrain for the time being. I couldn’t tell him what I was thinking anyway. I couldn’t tell him of the plan formulating in my head.
“Peyton is about to leave,” he quietly informed me.
“Right.” I turned away to dry my hands on a hand towel. “How do you think it’s going with Lynn?” I asked in a low voice that didn’t carry past the bathroom threshold.
“She thinks that my manners are lacking and that I am teaching Peyton some very bad habits, but she admitted that she can’t argue against me in court for that.”
I turned back to face him. He dropped one arm and gently put a hand on my cheek. His thumb caressed my skin as he continued to speak.
“I have to take a drug test, attend a court approved parenting class, and let someone take a walk around my house in L.A.”
“And stay out of trouble,” I added, hooking my thumbs in his jean’s pockets.
“And stay out of trouble,” he agreed with a small smile as he pushed hair off my face. “She wants to check out a few more things, but said if everything is okay, that they she can try to get things moving a little faster.”
He didn’t say it, but I knew that I was one of the “few more things” that needed to be checked out. Why wouldn’t I be? My biggest sins weren’t documented anywhere – not anymore, but it still made me uneasy. Larson knew a lot about my past and could talk if he wanted to, but I didn’t think anyone would listen. He would just look like the jealous ex-boyfriend.
“You’ve been crying,” Alden said, breaking a short lapse of silence. His eyes locked intently with mine.
“It’s hard to look that kid in the face and see how hopeful he is,” I said, sniffing.
Alden frowned. “Are you having doubts? Do you think I can’t do this?”
“Yes, of course I think you can do it, Alden,” I said soothingly, rubbing his arm. “It’s just that they are making it a lot harder than it has to be. I know he’s a child and they need to be sure he’ll be safe, but I think they’re being unfair because of what they read in the papers.”
He sighed. “Yeah, but what can I do? I’m doing every fucking thing they want me to do. Jumping through every fucking hoop. I don’t know what else to do.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “I think I want to hang around here for another week. This week, he’ll be on spring break and Mary and Jim said it was okay with them if we hung out.”
“Does every visit have to be supervised by a caseworker?”
“Fuck no, thank god.”
“What about all of the work you have to do?”
Alden shrugged. “I’ll do what I can remotely and just make sure we’re back in L.A. next Monday for the meeting.”
“Alden!” Peyton shouted from the living room.
“Be right there!” Alden called over his shoulder. When he turned back to me, he pulled me in close for a kiss. “I love you.”
I didn’t think I’d ever get used to hearing him say that to me. I just hoped that he would still feel the same way in a couple of weeks.
I moaned and bit down on my bottom lip as Alden’s teeth lightly grazed my neck. One strong hand slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts and under the scrap of lace. His index finger trailed lightly over my swollen clit, but when my hips automatically began to shoot up off his lap, his other hand restrained me, resting heavily on my abdomen. Two fingers pressed on the sensitive knot and I moaned again.
“We’re supposed…ahhh…to be talking,” I managed breathlessly.
“I want you to come on my hand first,” he said huskily, his lips against my neck. “Then I want you to come on my face.” He abandoned my stomach and pinched a hard nipple through my tank top. His hips rose as he grinded his cock into my ass, making him groan with want. “Then I want you to come on my cock. When we’re all finished, we’ll talk.”
I feebly attempted to remove his hand from my pants. “But this is important!”
His two fingers slipped inside of me. I gasped and my legs slammed shut around his hand automatically.
“This is important, too,” he insisted and pushed his fingers deeper inside of me.
“Alden,” I whimpered his name as his other hand pulled on my leg until my thighs were wide open again.
“Mmm, Noa,” he growled in my ear. My head fell back on his shoulder and my eyes closed as my mouth fell open in a moan.
When I had sat down on the couch beside him ten minutes earlier, it was to tell him I was leaving. Not forever, but there was something I needed to do back on the east coast. Considering the circumstances with Larson, I knew I’d have a fight on my hands, but what I had on my hands was a hot rock star that wanted to pleasure me. Just before my thought process got all garbled, however, I realized that talking to Alden in an after-sex haze may work out better. I decided to take it all in, to store away every touch, lick, and nick of teeth, every moan and every groan, and every breath.
Later, I would remember in sharp detail how he held me, kissed me, and felt inside of me.
“Look at that,” he commanded in a whisper. “Open your eyes and look at my hand moving in your shorts. Open your eyes, baby.”
I opened my eyes and tilted my head to look. I watched the outline of his hand as he slowly fingered me and palmed my clit.
“It looks so fucking dirty,” Alden purred. “There is something so very obscene about my hidden hand making you come in your panties and in your shorts.”
I cursed as my legs began to tremble. My nipples pressed against my T-shirt, aching for his touch again.
“Ride my hand, sweetheart. That’s it, ride my fucking fingers, Noa.”
I rocked against his hand, taking his fingers deep. I put my hands over his hand and pressed hard as I grinded against him.
“Yeah, baby,” Alden encouraged. “You’re getting so close. You’re about to come all over my hand, aren’t you, sexy?”
He pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. I screamed as my orgasm rolled through me, my hips bucking wildly against our hands. He whispered declarations of love and adoration in my ear as I recovered, shaking helplessly. My head had fallen back again and my eyes were closed.
“I love you, Noa. You’re so fucking beautiful. You look like a fucking angel when you come, baby.”
He slowly removed his hand from my shorts. A second later, I felt his fingertips probing at my mouth and I immediately parted my lips. He pressed his wet fingers into my mouth, making me clean my essence off them.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
I let out a small yelp as he suddenly lifted me to my feet. My legs were a little
shaky, but I managed to remain standing as he pulled my shorts and panties down. I stepped out of them, noting how wet they were even though I hadn’t ejaculated. His hands palmed my ass as he groaned with appreciation. I bit back another yelp when his teeth sank into the flesh. I looked back at him just as he released me and stretched out on the couch.
“Bring that sweet pussy over here,” he said with a hungry look in his eyes. I mean, hungry, famished, desperate for something to eat. That something being me.
I turned to face him and looked at him skeptically. He waved a finger, beckoning me.
“Sit,” he commanded with a wicked smile. He pointed to his mouth. “Here.”
Oh!
Hesitantly, I moved toward him. I could honestly say that in all of my years of various types of sex, I had never straddled a guy’s face, and I was feeling a little uneasy about it.
When I didn’t move fast enough, Alden sat up, reached for me, and yanked me over. Awkwardly, I swung one leg over him and came down on my knee, but my other leg remained on the floor.
“What are you afraid of, Little One?” he asked in a husky whisper.
“Smothering you with my fat thighs?” I squeaked.
He chuckled and lightly slapped my ass. In a voice dripping with sex and desire, he said, “Come here and let me taste you.”
Carefully, I placed my other knee on the couch by his head, but I was still nervous about covering his face with my vagina. Alden, however, was eager. He lifted his head and licked my clit, and I shuddered. With a groan, he grabbed my hips and forced me down to meet his hungry mouth. I gasped and then moaned loudly when he vigorously began to suck on my clit.
His eyes bored into mine as he feasted on me. His hands smoothed up my stomach and cupped my breasts. When his fingers squeezed my puckered nipples, my hips instinctively rocked, making me grind my vulva on his face and making Alden groan deeply.
Panicked, I immediately froze and said, “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
I felt very inadequate, clumsy, and stupid. Being with Alden always made me feel inexperienced when I was far from it, but he was so good with his hands, his mouth, and his cock, and always worked me over with such care, that he seemed to wipe out every one before him. Though I had never been in this cunnilingus position before, I wasn’t new to sex, but I felt almost virginal during any sexual act with Alden.
His hands fell away from my tits and once again gripped my waist. He began to move me, making me grind on him again. He growled his approval, and wordless sounds fell from my mouth as erotic pleasure and heat seared through me. His tongue was inside of me, probing deep at the fleshy walls, moaning and tasting me with delectation, and his hands returned to my breasts as I continued to move against him.
Alden’s eyes never left mine, even when they became hooded with satisfaction. I knew he could sense the emotions that I had temporarily tucked away. I knew he could see deeper into me than anyone I’d ever known or ever will know, but he couldn’t see everything. Not yet anyway, and I needed that advantage for a little while.
I came, shuddering and shaking as my hips jerked wildly. Alden groaned as he lapped at my pussy and caressed my body as my orgasm died down. After I eased off him and stood on shaking legs in front of the couch, Alden sat up, spun me around, and then pulled me backward onto his lap. With a couple of small readjustments, a few seconds later, I was poised over his erection, the tip poking at my entrance.
“If this hurts, we’ll change positions,” he said softly and kissed my shoulder.
Slowly, I eased down on him, taking him little by little until I was firmly seated on him and he was deep inside of me. It was almost uncomfortable, to have something that barely fit lodged inside of me. I moved slowly on him, making him hiss in my ear.
“You feel so good, Noa,” he groaned.
In response, I turned my head at an awkward angle and shoved my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him with a brutality, hard and unyielding, and bit his tongue and lips nearly hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, even as he tried to pull away from me with surprise, but I pressed a hand at the back of his head, refusing to let him go. When I finally broke the kiss, we were both breathless and he had begun to move slowly inside of me.
“Please, fuck me hard,” I whispered on his lips.
He was reluctant. He didn’t want to hurt me, but sometimes, pain is fucking awesome.
With some effort, I dislodged one of his hands from my hips and brought it up to my tit. Alden growled as his hand kneaded the flesh and his fingers plucked at the hard bud. My lips were still lightly pressed to his as I removed his other hand and slid it down to my clit.
“You fucked me hard the other night,” I reminded him softly. “And I loved it.”
“Different position,” he murmured, and then his tongue darted out and licked my lips.
“If it becomes unbearable, I’ll ask you to stop,” I promised. “I want you deep and hard.”
He groaned again when I reached down and squeezed his balls. On a reflex, his hips jerked hard a couple of times. I pushed myself up slowly until only his bulbous head remained inside of me. He froze as he waited to see what I would do, ceased moving and breathing. When I dropped down on him hard, he let out a pitiful groan as I held back a scream. He really wanted to take me hard, but he didn’t want to admit it. Again, I rose, slowly easing up his shaft, and again I fell hard, impaling myself on him.
“Fuck, Noa,” he groaned as he thrust into me. “Why the fuck do you always fucking undo me!”
He abandoned my breasts and clit and tightly held onto my hips again. Without any further hesitation, he lifted me and slammed me down onto his thrusting cock. He began to fuck me like this, always moving my body to meet his with brutal force. His tongue dashed into my mouth and he swallowed my moans and screams as he rammed his engorged appendage into my pussy again and again. With each thrust, I felt him deeper and deeper, slamming into the opening of my womb ruthlessly.
The pain was indescribable. His cock was like a battering ram inside of me, made to break down walls and cause destruction. I knew I would be bruised and swollen for days afterward, but I didn’t want him to stop. I cried out for him to fuck me harder, begged him to give me his hardest. He was reluctant at first, but assuming that my cries were strictly cries of pleasure, he relented. He returned one hand back to my pussy, rubbing my clit in hard, fast circles. I was shocked and aghast when I felt that familiar uncoiling inside of me, that hot pressure building and then begging for a release.
“I love you, Noa,” Alden panted in my ear. “You’re mine, you’ll always be mine. This pussy, this body…” His other hand flattened over my heart. “This heart…it’s all mine.”
I screamed as my orgasm exploded from me, soaking Alden’s hand, our legs, the couch, the floor. I couldn’t seem to stop coming and practically sobbing, a fucked-up combination of emotions and sensations. Alden roared as he began to spurt his seed inside of me, still pumping his cock hard against my sore cervix. My body convulsed as we rode the waves of our orgasms.
I wanted to curl up in his lap and sleep, but I had to talk to him while his brain was still a bit muddled.
“Alden?” I whispered his name.
“Hmm?” I didn’t have to turn my head to know that his eyes were closed. One hand was clasped with mine and the other lazily caressed my thigh.
“I was thinking that maybe while you’re here with Peyton this week I can go back to Philly to take care of some things.”
I felt his body stiffen against my back. “To take care of what?”
“Well, I don’t know how long I will be in L.A. after the gala. I should probably get a few more things.”
“I will buy you whatever you need. Clothes, shoes, personal care shit, whatever you need.”
“I also need to see my doctor,” I hastily added.
“Are you sick? Because I can pay for a doctor, too, since Sahara stole mine,” he said grumpily.
“No, but I’m on the
pill. Before, if I missed a dose or two, I didn’t have a reason to panic. I think I should get a shot or something.”
“Did you miss a pill?” he asked worriedly.
“No,” I said carefully. “But I don’t want to take any chances.”
He sighed. “Well, same thing, Noa. I can pay for you to see someone here or in L.A.”
“And I want to see my brother, and Tucker.”
“If I told you I’d fly Tucker and Warren here or wherever you want, you’re just going to find another excuse to use, aren’t you?” he asked with a hint of bitterness. “What’s up, Noa? Why do you really want to go? Is it me? Is it Peyton? Are you not cut out for parenting a preteen boy?”
I turned my head to look at his face. I was surprised that he would think that. I’d known about Peyton since very early in our relationship and never once gave any indication that I had a problem with it. Furthermore, why would he think it was him?
“You self-centered cretin,” I snapped at him. “Not everything is about you. Maybe it’s about me. Maybe I’ve never been away from home for more than a week and I just need to be among my own things for a few days. I know that you’re used to this life, living out of hotels and tour buses and not seeing your home for weeks and sometimes months, but I’m not used to it. I want to sleep in my own bed for a little while, see my own old-lady neighbor, and drive my Camaro around the streets I’m familiar with. It’s only for a week or so. God knows when I’ll be back since we haven’t really spoken about how we plan on making our relationship work with you being a west coast guy and me an east coast girl.”