by LP Lovell
She ducks her head to my neck, and I can feel her hot breath caressing my skin. My body tightens like a coiled spring. Her lips are so close, and yet she never actually touches me with them.
“Do you feel owned yet?” She whispers, her lips hovering over mine.
“I’ll never be owned.” I grate back at her. “But, I really want to fuck you, if it’s any consolation.”
She pulls back and smirks. “Wow, the whore who will fuck anything, wants to fuck me. High praise Hugo.” She takes a step away from me, but she’s visibly shaking. “The difference between getting you to want to have sex with me, and getting Alex to want to have sex with me, is like the difference between a school sports day and the Olympics.”
“Are you saying I’m easy?” I feign offense. Shit, that was a bad idea. My cock is like a fucking baseball bat now, and the urge to fuck Molly is even stronger than normal.
“I’m saying you’re as easy as it gets.” She replies.
“Trust me, you do that, and he turns you down, then yes, he’s gay.” Definitely fucking gay. God this is fucked up, sending her off to fuck someone else when I really wish it was me.
“I don’t know if I can do that with him though.” She whines. “It’s different with you.” She adds.
“He has a cock, does he not?”
She rolls her eyes. “One would assume so.”
“So, think of him as the same as me, because at the end of the day, it’s his cock, you’re appealing to, and cocks just want one thing, a pussy to spend the night in.” She grimaces and I laugh as I flash her a wink. “Try it, and if it fails, then I’ll fuck you.”
She huffs out a breath. “Great.” We both know she loves my cock, even if she’s forgotten just how much.
CHAPTER SIX
MOLLY
After my strange evening with Hugo last night, I’m not sure I’m feeling any better about the Alex situation. I find it easy to flirt with Hugo. He takes it and gives it back to me twice as bad. There is absolutely no risk of coming across as slutty or overtly sexual with Hugo. It’s impossible. The dirtier I am, the more he wants. Alex though, Alex is a different ball game.
I’ve never been in this situation. I’ve always been actively pursued by guys who really would quite like to get in my pants. If I’ve dated a guy, then there’s never been much of an issue moving from dating to sex. If I’m fucking a guy, then it’s a null and void point. You’re both there for a reason. Maybe that’s why all this comes so easy with Hugo. We started as sex before we were anything else.
Alex’s lack of interest is making me doubt myself. We’ve been dating for over six weeks. Granted, I haven’t really seen him more than once a week due to his weird working hours. I think I like him, but honestly, who knows until you’ve actually slept together? I don’t care what anyone says, sex is a huge factor in whether you move forwards or not. You have to be sexually compatible, as well as emotionally compatible. He could be the nicest guy in the world, but if there’s no spark, then you might as well just be friends. Sex is the difference, and without good sex, I just don’t think true love is possible. That may sound cheesy, but I really do believe that.
I stare at my phone screen with the image of Lilly’s face on it. I press the green button. Lilly is the last person I should take advice from. I already know what she’s going to say, but I just need a little moral support, and to hear my best friends voice.
“Hey babe.” She answers brightly.
“Hey. What are you up to?”
“Oh, you know. Working.” She laughs. “No, I’m really not. Theo is at the office still and I’m bored shitless. Tell me your life is infinitely more interesting than mine right now.”
“You have no idea.” I mumble.
“Spill bitch!” She shrieks.
“Ow, Lills. Ear drums.”
“Oh shush. Tell me all.”
“I took Hugo to get his nails done yesterday, so he took me to a strip bar, and I kissed a stripper. I think that sums it up.” I tell her.
“What?!” She laughs. “You kissed a stripper?”
“Uh-huh.” I fiddle with my hair, looking for split ends as I wedge the phone between my shoulder and my ear.
“Was she hot?”
“Yeah, I mean, in a stripper kind of way. Her name was Amelie.”
“Please tell me Hugo’s disgusting penis hasn’t turned you lesbian.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“No. She apparently is though. She propositioned him with a threesome, and I said no obviously. He assumed it was because of the girl thing, so I kissed her to wind him up.” I chuckle. “You should have seen his face. He couldn’t get me out of there quick enough.”
She snorts. “I’m surprised he didn’t just take a seat and watch.”
“Oh, he did for a while, and then he realised that he’d been shunned and he was about to come in his pants, so we left.” I explain.
“God, he’s such a dog.” She mutters.
“Yup.”
“What are you up to tonight?” She asks.
“Well…I’m hopefully getting laid.” I say with a smile.
“Thank the fucking lord. I’m surprised you haven’t sealed over yet.” She mumbles. “Who with, Alex or Hugo?”
“Alex!” I shout. “I would not fuck Hugo, no matter how desperate.”
“Well, you did before. Lots. It’s a reasonable question.” She defends.
“Alex. Hopefully.”
“Are you sure he’s not gay?” She asks.
“I know, right? I’m starting to wonder. Maybe he just doesn’t fancy me. I guess I’ll find out soon enough one way or the other.”
“Of course he fancies you, don’t be fucking ridiculous. You going on the offensive?”
“Yeah. Hugo seems to think that even Alex is ruled by his cock. I beg to differ.” I say quietly.
“Hold up, since when are you taking dating advice from Hugo…or hanging out with him, for that matter?” She asks suspiciously.
“He rocked up outside my work yesterday. He wanted to hang out. I think he misses Theo.”
“We’ve only been gone three days!” She exclaims.
“Uh, this is Hugo we’re talking about. You know, the man with the attention span of a gnat and the mind of a sixteen year old boy with a constant erection.”
She laughs. “Yet, you are befriending him, and going to strip bars…and kissing girls.” She huffs. “You’ve changed. You never go girl kissing with me.” She grumbles.
My lips stretch into a wide grin at my neurotic best friend. “True, but there was that time that you assaulted me…”
“That was not me, that was the absinthe.” She snaps.
I laugh. “If you say so. Anyway, Hugo is actually being quite helpful with the Alex thing. He said I have to treat him like I own him.”
“Huh, well, he’s right. You’ve never had a problem with confidence, Mole. Why do you suddenly have a problem now?”
I shrug, even though she can’t see me. “I don’t know. He’s intimidating I guess.”
She snorts loudly. “Alex? Intimidating? Are we talking about the same guy here?”
“Not like that. He’s just so…put together you know? I don’t want him to think I’m just some cheap slut. And now it’s been a while, and it’s become a thing.”
“Ah, fuck that. You give it to him all guns blazing, and if he’s not interested, then it’s his loss. What kind of guy turns down a girl like you? A gay one, that’s what. Do us a favour though and pass him onto George when you’re done. He has the serious hots for the doc.” She cackles.
“You’re not supposed to be plotting my imminent failure. You’re supposed to tell me I can’t possibly fail.” I say dryly.
“Yeah, yeah, you go girl and all that fluffy shit. Show him how a real woman handles herself. Now trot along. Remember, push up bra, short skirt and…”
“Hooker lipstick, yes I know.” I laugh.
“Good, now knock him dead, babe. Love you!”
I decide to throw caution to the wind and go in for the kill where Alex is concerned. He’s working until ten tonight, but I don’t care, I’m going over there. I’m all for some spontaneity. I check my watch. It’s ten now. I run some gloss over my lips and press them together.
I’m wearing a black lace dress, which has a loose flirty skirt. The neckline is high, but wide exposing my collar bone. My hair is loose, and I’ve managed to get a few loose curls to stay in place amongst the fine strands. I pull on a pair of stockings and clip them to my garter belt. Some girls don’t like to leave the house without make-up, I don’t like to leave without stockings, or at least not if I have a dress on. It’s my thing.
I pull on my cropped leather jacket, and slip on my Louboutins. With one last glance in the mirror, I steel myself and try and find the inner slut. I know she’s in there somewhere, although honestly I think she’s been in hiding since Hugo. He unleashes it like only he can, and now…now I’m scared to death of being that girl. The trashy and clearly disposable girl that’s only good for one thing. I thought that Hugo made me feel alive, and in many ways he does, but in the end he just made me feel dirty and soiled.
I pick up the keys to Lilly’s car, which are on the breakfast bar. She asked me to ‘look after’ her baby while she’s away. She is far too attached to that car, but then I probably would be if I were her. Theo bought her a cherry red Maserati. It goes like shit off a stick and makes Lilly smile every time she gets in it. He always says it was worth buying just to see that smile on her face. Swoon!
I almost walk straight into George as I’m leaving.
“Sorry babes.” He says as he wrestles with armfuls of shopping bags. I take a couple of bags and place them on the floor next to the door. “Thanks.” He huffs. “Oh, you look nice.” He grins. “Going somewhere special?”
“Alex’s.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “About time girl. I was starting to worry you might be getting cobwebs down there.”
I hold my hands up. “You and Lilly have an unhealthy obsession with my vagina.”
He laughs. “Hey, I’m just looking out for you. Cobwebs aren’t healthy my love.” He winks and smiles. “Have fun!” He sings as he heads towards the kitchen.
I pull up outside Alex’s flat and start chewing on my thumb nail. My stomach is churning. Here goes nothing. I jump out of the car, not allowing myself to hesitate. If I over think this, it will go to shit.
I lock the car and cross the road to his building. The front door is unlocked, so I push it open and take the short flight of stairs to the first floor flat.
When I reach his door, I take a steadying breath and knock. The silence is agonising as I wait. Eventually I hear footsteps and then a chain sliding across. The door opens just a fraction as Alex peers out.
“Molly?” His eyebrows creep up.
I manage to muster a small smile. “Hey. Surprise.” Surprise? Really?
“Uh, come in.” He frowns and pulls the door wider. It’s then that I see he’s shirtless. He’s all broad shoulders and slabs of muscle. He’s not ripped, just huge, everywhere. His skin is smooth and tanned. A pair of trackies cling to his hips. Guidelines cut across his hips, dropping below his waistband. My mouth goes dry. I can’t think. My mind is short circuiting. Every time I try to form words, all I get is him, naked and sex. The small hallway suddenly feels like it’s pressing in on me as my blood seems to boil in my veins. I’m on fire, and a deep throb has started between my legs. I try to press my thighs together.
“Are you okay?” He asks with genuine concern.
I glance up at his face. His golden eyes search mine, no doubt trying to find a plausible explanation for my late night appearance. I decide to throw caution to the wind, and allow myself to give in to my desires. I want him. I want him so badly. I close the distance between us in two quick steps, and throw myself against him. My lips crash into his without apology. His hands fly to my waist. He doesn’t respond at first. I can feel his hesitation. He wants an explanation, something rational. There is none. This isn’t rational. I just want him. I need to feel him, to feel alive. He steps back until his back is against the front door, taking my body with him. My fingers wind into his hair, and pull at the roots. I can’t control my own body. I’m pure instinct, ravaged by lust. I nip at his bottom lip and he finally comes to life beneath my hands. His lips part, as his hands move to my hips, pulling my body flush to his massive frame. In the blink of an eye everything changes. His hands are no longer restraining, or calming, they’re demanding. His tongue lashes against mine, feeding my frenzy. One of his hands comes up and cups my cheek possessively. He pulls back slightly, his heavy breathes touching my lips.
His eyes flick from my eyes to my lips and back again. I don’t give him a chance to think. I run my hands over his chest, and down over his flat stomach. His eyes burn a brilliant gold as his jaw clenches and releases.
“Molly.” He whispers against my lips.
“Shh. Don’t talk.” I tell him.
With a small groan his lips take mine again. His hands work over my shoulders, pushing my jacket down my arms. I hear the soft thud as it hits the floor. He runs his hands over my waist and down to my thighs, and lifts me, until my legs part around his hips easily. I cup his face and kiss him fiercely as he walks me through his small flat. He bends at the waist, lowering me until I feel the brush of cotton sheets against my bare arms. His bed. It smells of him, and I could breathe in that scent all day.
He leans over me, his weight hovering above me. My thighs part easily around his big body and my hips roll against him of their own violation. God, I’m desperate for him.
“Molly.” His breath touches my lips. “I want to take my time with you.” He sounds husky, his voice strained.
I nod, because honestly, I can’t talk.
His touch is gentle as he rolls me onto my front. I lean up on my elbows. He straddles me, placing a knee on either side of my hips. He’s careful, yet his sheer size makes him dominating. I’m not into the submissive thing at all, but I love a man who can naturally call the shots.
He gathers my hair, and lays it over my left shoulder. I feel his hot breath on my neck just before his lips brush across the sensitive skin there. My body breaks out in goose bumps. I hear the sound of him slowly lowering the zip of my dress. His fingers caress the bare skin of my back, before pushing the material off my shoulders and down my arms. I push up onto my palms, allowing the material to slide all the way down, until I can remove it completely. The dress is now pooled at my waist, in a wave of black lace. I glance at him over my right shoulder, a small smile pulling at my lips.
He leans forwards and skims his lips across my bare shoulder, grazing the skin intermittently with his teeth. I gasp, and tremble under his touch. He grips my chin, wrenching my head around to him, and slamming his lips over mine. I moan into his mouth, and wrap my hand around his restraining forearm, dragging my nails over his skin. My back is now bowed up off the bed, and I can feel his hard cock pressed against my arse. I push back against him, and he groans against my lips.
He wrenches my lips away. “Are you sure you want this Molly?” Uh, hell yes. I nod as best I can, with his fingers gripping my jaw.
He widens his stance and rolls me over, without releasing my face. Holy shit, that’s a good view. Alex is looming over me, the muscles in his chest and shoulders all tense. He pulls away from me and stands up, still hovering over me. He grabs the material of my dress which is bunched around my hips, and drags it down my legs, brushing every inch of over sensitised skin. His eyes darken when he takes in my stockings and garter belt. If there’s one thing I love, it’s sexy underwear, for this exact reason. There’s nothing quite like that look of appreciation in a mans eye, when he undresses you and realises what’s underneath. It’s like unwrapping the best kind of present.
He bites down on his bottom lip and closes his eyes. “You’
re beautiful.” He says in a hoarse voice.
I feel a slight blush creep onto my face at his words. “Come here.” I crook a finger at him, and he leans forward to crawl over me. “No.” I stop him. “Take off your clothes first.”
He flashes me a sexy smile and slides his thumbs into the waist band of his trackies. Here it comes, the big reveal. The material lowers, and I try not to stare at his crotch like a total pervert. His erection springs free, and holy shit. Let’s just say that his cock matches the rest of him. He’s big and thick, and erect. His cock stands proud, like some kind of weapon of mass destruction.
A low chuckle rumbles up his throat. God, I must be gawking at him like a rabbit in headlights.
He drops to his knees on the bed, and leans forward to press feather light kisses on my stomach. His fingers expertly manage to unfasten my garter straps, a difficult feat for most men. Must be those surgeons fingers. His fingers flutter across the lace of my knickers, brushing against my clit through the fabric. I bite my lip to stop the moan that threatens to break past my lips. I’m over-heating and squirming on the bed before he’s even got in my knickers. I can’t work out whether I’m really sex deprived, or he’s just that good.
Finally, he pushes the material at my crotch aside, and slowly pushes one finger inside me. I’m waiting for him to make a comment about how inappropriately wet I am, but he doesn’t. He just works those magic fingers inside of me, until I’m practically screaming at him to fuck me. I press the back of my hand against my mouth, trying to stem the stream of moans. He pulls my hand away and replaces it with his lips, plunging two fingers into me hard, and rubbing his thumb over my clit. I moan, long and low into his mouth. Holy shit! He smiles against my lips and nips at my bottom lip.
Just when I think I can take no more, he yanks my knickers down my legs, leaving them hanging from one ankle.