Perfect Plans

by C. J. Wells

  His lips return to my neck, wantonly feasting on my flesh as he wraps his hands around my front, firmly pulling my hips, arching them towards him. His hand glides down my side, cupping my pussy, lifting me to my tiptoes in the aggressive pull.

  I’m lost in awe, surprised at my submissive relent to his incredibly sexy attack. I can’t sustain the exhilaration I feel at his startling display of virility and power.

  My breath returns in a heated pant.

  He brushes my hair to the side, baring my tattoo to the amazing touch of his lips, tongue and teeth; sending explosive shivers down by spine.

  As if in momentary pause of his sensual rage, he gently kisses my shoulder, lingering. "Omission or otherwise", he whispers, continuing gently, but firmly, through clenched teeth, " Don’t. Ever. Lie to me".

  His words are my undoing. I’m left speechless.

  He’s intoxicating my senses as I lose myself in this moment of erotic need and want.

  Feeling his firmness behind me, my body gives way to his touch; my ass arching back towards him, signaling that I'm his for the taking.

  At my clear invitation, he reaches for the closure of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly in rapid succession, his need and desire evident in his hurried task.

  He slips his hand inside my snug jeans, sliding his fingers inside my soaked panties.

  His lascivious rubbing on my heated wet core leaves me reeling. I moan, tilting my head to rest on his chest.

  This man has the ability to render me absolutely defenseless to his desire. One touch and he leaves me needy, wanton.

  His fingers slide through my wetness, curling instinctively inside me, my jeans inhibiting his full access. It's a euphoric tease of sensation.

  In lustful want and need, I lower my hands to slide the hindering jeans down my hips, my need to remove the clothing restraining his invading fingers palpable.

  Noticing my intentions, he abruptly pulls his fingers from my depths, grabbing my hands in his to hold them firmly in place on the wall above my head.

  The adjustment pushes my body flush against the cold surface, abrading my aching nipples through the thinness of my shirt, effectively heightening my desire further. It's a shock of movement, an incredibly sexy motion, lessened only by the absence of his fingers in my pulsing wet pussy.

  Giving my hands a quick squeeze to indicate that I keep them in place, he slides his palms down my arms, along my ribcage, reaching the hem of my shirt. Sliding his hands underneath, he moves upwards to my breasts, swiftly releasing them from the cups of my bra.

  The sensual grabbing and tugging of my nipples releases another abandoned moan from my breathless mouth.

  I continue in submission, pushing back into him harshly, gyrating uncontrollably. I want him to fuck me, right here. Right now.

  Withdrawing his hands from my heaving breasts, leaving my nipples bereft, he returns one hand securely atop mine on the wall.

  I feel his other hand against my backside as he unzips his pants, followed by the swift tug on my jeans and panties as he pushes them to my knees.

  I startle at the sudden return of his hand at my core; his fingers finding their way back inside me, his access completely unrestricted.

  "Are you mine, Aby?" he whispers in my ear heatedly, breathlessly, an edge of possessiveness to his tone that emits my immediate moan.

  "Y-yes... I’m yours", I manage, my body grinding back into him in agreement.

  With a gentle bite at my neck, he releases my hands. Removing his fingers from my pulsing core, he grips my thighs tightly, pulling me towards him.

  I gasp in welcome surrender as he thrusts inside me in one fluid motion, eliciting simultaneous groans.

  His large cock fills me. He’s so deep I swear I can feel him brushing my womb.

  Pausing, he allows for my body to adjust around him.

  In my eagerness, I push back, taking him deeper.

  His fingers tighten their hold of my hips, leaving what will surely be slight bruises on my delicate flesh.

  With a low growl, he pulls out slightly, pushing back in with force.

  I’m lost to the moment, the feel of him inside me, my hands using the wall as leverage to meet his thrusts half way.

  His teeth lightly bite down on my shoulder as he swirls in huge cock inside me, triggering a shudder to wrack my body and a scream to escape my lips.

  My desire increases his ardor as he pumps in and out of me in earnest.

  This is a fast and furious fucking, and I love every minute of it.

  His fingers return to my core, sliding across my clit in a circular motion. The sensations are almost too much as I feel my orgasm building dramatically, resting on the precipice.

  Reaching for my nipple, he pulls and tugs roughly.

  The combination of pleasure and pain amid his continuous forceful thrusts effectively pushes me over the edge. My body convulses uncontrollably, my sex squeezing his cock in rhythm to my accelerated heartbeat.

  Releasing a guttural groan, a commanding mine falling from his lips, he thrusts his cock inside me a final time, holding still while shivers wrack his large body.

  With his wide frame sagging against me, we linger, panting in unison.

  He pulls his semi-erect penis out of my throbbing core, its sudden absence jarring me back to reality; the realization of the wild animal sex we just experienced setting in.

  Maybe I should get Alex angry more often.

  Turning my head towards him, I watch as he runs his hands through his hair, leaning his back against the wall beside me. Looking down, his hands linger in his sexed-up curls, a pained expression dawning his face.

  I bend to pull my panties and jeans back into place; confused at his sudden withdrawal.

  "I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from..." his words trail. "I was just so...” leaving his words unspoken, he turns to look at me, cupping my face in his trembling hands. His fingers lace through my hair as he takes me in a kiss, pausing to whisper against my lips, "I just needed you".

  I return his anguished kiss, still reeling from the erotic encounter.

  "And I needed you", I reassure him, lost in his blue eyes, still laced with torment.

  With a hint of relief apparent in his gaze, I grasp his tousled hair, pulling him into my kiss, whispering against his lips, "Please... don't ever stop needing me".

  Lifting me swiftly in his strong arms, he carries me to the bedroom.

  CHAPTER T

  WENTY-FOUR

  I open my eyes to Alex’s beautiful face staring down at me, leaning on his elbow, his cheek rested on his palm. “Good morning”, he smiles. A gloriously handsome sweet smile.

  I’m instantly lost in that amazing face; a flush of warmth rushing through my body along with a flood of memories… The intoxicating rage-sex in the hallway; the gentle sensual way he made love to me here in his bed after; falling asleep in his arms. I smile at the visual of the ravage beast in the hallway turned gentle seducer in the bedroom.

  “What time is it?” I ask, his continued gaze pulling me back to real-time.

  Leaning back, he reaches for the nightstand to grab his watch; all his glorious muscles flexing in their incredible sexy strength.

  The man is breathtaking at every angle. I restrain my need to touch every bulging ripple, every delicious contour.

  “Almost noon”, he replies, discarding his watch.

  “Oh. We slept late”. I suddenly sense my body’s woozy agreement.

  “We were up pretty late”, he adds with a heart stopping grin, brushing a stray piece of hair across my forehead. His finger trails down my cheek, stopping in place at my jaw.

  I must look like the mess I feel in my groggy state.

  As if reading my mind - his secret charm that never ceases to amaze me - he tilts my head back with a whisper, “You look so incredibly beautiful right now”, his soft lips sensually invade my mouth.

  I’m lost in the dance of our lips, our tongues; tingling all over in h
is touch that has become so familiar. This man melts me into want with such ease. And I could fall into him again, right now, so easily, except… “I have to pee”.

  He pulls back in surprise, that incredibly sexy, bandaged eyebrow raised in boisterous amusement.

  Out loud? Seriously? I said that out loud? “Umm, sorry… I, umm… Will you excuse me?” I attempt to gain some form of lady-likeness, wanting to disappear from my embarrassment. Before allowing him any reply, I bolt out of bed and head for the bathroom.

  Could you be any more embarrassing? I question my reflection as I pass the vanity. Humph. I actually look pretty good, I note at the same time – thank God for something.

  Washing my hands, I spy Alex’s shirt on the floor.

  Donning it, I turn to the mirror - I look like a small child wearing her dad’s shirt.

  Running my hands down the button enclosure, the mind-blowing hallway sex flashes through my mind.

  That would explain your sore ‘punani’, darling - my inner actress points out the obvious.

  Ain’t that the truth, I think, feeling the sudden reminder between my legs. A deep yet delightful ache; now filled with tingles. I close my eyes in the memory, my fingers unconsciously retracing the trail of his down my neck and décolletage.

  I can’t recall ever feeling the way he made me feel last night. With the exception of our first amazing sexual encounter, it was one of the most beautiful moments we’ve shared to date.

  You’re one very lucky girl, I think to myself, turning with anticipation to return to the man of my dreams in the other room.

  I find Alex pulling on his gym pants.

  I’m glued in place as I watch his gloriously supple ass disappear beneath the fabric. If only I had returned a few seconds sooner - I conjure the missed image in my mind, melting at the visual.

  Busted in my ogling, he flashes me a knowing smirk. “Looks as though I missed the show as well”, he says, gesturing to his dress shirt.

  Trying to appear dubious to his ability to see through me, I walk to the bed to begin redressing it; teasingly throwing one of the cushions in his direction.

  He returns my efforts with one of his amazing smiles before turning to pick up his cell phone; its flashing red light indicating pending messages or possibly missed calls.

  I note his changed expression as he eyes the screen, unsure if it’s a response of alert, or… disgust?

  Before I can even discern it, I’m startled by a loud rapping at the front door. An incessant knocking that grows louder with each bang.

  Rolling his eyes, Alex leisurely grabs a t-shirt before heading for the stairs; completely indifferent to the insistent pounding.

  “Were you expecting someone?” I scurry to pull on my jeans, following quickly behind him.

  “No, but I have a pretty good idea who it is”, his tone is suddenly clipped.

  Ben wouldn’t be stupid enough to come here, would he?

  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I stand slightly behind Alex as he swiftly opens the door, effectively halting the never ending knocking.

  Oh fuck, it’s Julia.

  In my over-large shirt and jeans, I instantly feel inadequate at the sight of her impeccable form.

  But it’s Alex’s shirt, I remind myself in my need to feel close to him in the presence of the cheating whore - the ex that he’s clearly pissed at.

  How could that bitch ever cheat on him?

  At the reminder of Julia’s contribution to Alex’s anger, I realize this isn’t going to be good, and decide to bee-line for the kitchen.

  Alex says nothing to her and I’m surprised to see he’s followed me into my kitchen sanctuary.

  Although not quite invited in, the opened door prompts Julia to follow in his wake.

  Damn… I can’t escape now.

  Alex leans his hip on the island, his hands working his t-shirt as he prepares to slide it over his head, his corded muscles rippling in the action.

  I catch Julia momentarily gape at the sight. Take a picture, bitch! I snarl at her silently.

  Tugging his shirt into place, he interrupts the silence, “What the fuck do you want, Julia?”

  Finding the momentum to close her gaping mouth, she looks towards me, then back to Alex before replying, “A bar brawl, Alex, really?”

  I cut into her with my eyes at the suggestive contempt in her question, although her firm stare towards Alex leaves her unaware of my imaginary daggers.

  His hands are braced on the edge of the island, his knuckles white with building rage. He offers nothing in reply. I can see the fury pass across his beautiful face - a face that only a few short moments ago was smiling in playfulness.

  Screw her for having the power to ruin that. I feel nothing but contempt for this woman.

  His silence prompts her to continue, ‘“What were you thinking? And with Ben of all people! Jesus, Alex”.

  “You, ‘of all people’, have no fucking place to lecture me”, he glares at her, his words laced with venom.

  “What the hell does that mean?” she snipes in return, although I see she’s somewhat taken aback by his unforeseen disdain.

  Her ignorance seems to fuel his bite. “You have the fucking gall to come here and stand there acting like you didn’t fucking cheat on me with my best friend?”

  Shock is clearly written all over her face.

  Take that you cheating whore.

  With the intensity of the conversation - a rather one sided conversation mind you - I feel like a voyeur. My rational mind points out that as much as I want to be witness to Julia’s smack down, care of Alex, I don’t want to be in the middle of it. I feel uncomfortable and out of place.

  I’m almost relieved as she looks towards me pleadingly. “Will you give us a moment, Aby?”

  If it wasn’t for my anger at this woman for hurting the man I care deeply about, I’d almost feel bad for her; having borne witness to Alex’s anger, it’s not an enjoyable experience to be on the receiving end. But she deserves it. However, in private, I realize as I prepare to walk out of the kitchen.

  Before I make one step in retreat, I jump at Alex’s biting reply, “She’s not going anywhere”.

  Painful moments of shocked silence fill the room.

  “Were you ever going to tell me?” he snarls.

  Ever the professional, she takes a deep breath, clearly gauging how to proceed. “No”, she answers, her shoulders squared in assertive defiance.

  Alex releases a chilling, sarcastic laugh. “At least you’re finally being honest about something”.

  More silence.

  Agonizing silence.

  Again, I feel wholly uncomfortable.

  “Maybe I should leave you two alone”, I suggest, treading lightly in hopes of being excused.

  “Aby, sit the fuck down. You aren’t leaving”, he orders, prompting me to swiftly take a seat.

  Submitting to my continued presence at his order, Julia continues arrogantly, “Alex, whatever anger you feel towards me right now, it doesn’t negate the shit storm we have to recover you from”.

  “Shit storm, Julia?” he questions, his eyes flaming.

  “Yes”, she snipes back. “Your image, Alex…” Pausing to take a breath of composure, she continues calmly, “Your image is what I’m worried about. Your impromptu bar brawl is plastered all over the media”.

  “I don’t give a shit”.

  “Well, you should. Ever since you fell into this relationship…” she twists the word, waving her hand towards me, “… you don’t seem to give a shit about anything - your career included”.

  He says nothing, never relenting his gaze, anger coursing through every inch of his body.

  “I’m not sure how to save you from this one”, she continues. “The producers called. They want to meet you in LA tomorrow. What if they want to pull the contract? Now do you give a shit?”

  “Then fuck the contract”, he retorts.

  What is he saying?

  What have I done
?

  I don’t want to be responsible for damaging his career.

  I sit, listening in panic. Wanting to scream, ‘I’m sitting here too!’ Wanting to tell Alex to listen to her. Needing to feel anything but this helplessness.

  “You’re going to let this fling ruin your career?” she asks in sarcastic awe.

  I can’t believe what I’m witness to. Has his career truly taken a backburner because of me? Am I responsible for this?

  Needing to make him see reason, I pipe in, “Alex, maybe you should…”

  “Get the fuck out, Julia. Email me the meeting info. Tell them I’ll be there”.

  Seemingly at a loss for words, she glances in my direction with one last embittered look of scorn before turning to leave, slamming the door behind her.

  Silent, we stand in place, having not moved since her exit - as dramatic as her entrance.

  “Alex, we should to talk about this”.

  “There’s nothing to talk about”, he replies, still staring at the empty space previously inhabited by Julia.

  “Yes there is”, I continue in earnest. “This is your career. This is affecting your career. I’m affecting your career”.

  He runs his hands through his hair. “No one is going to tell me who I can and cannot be with”, he replies with disdain, effectively silencing me.

  I can do nothing but stare at him, his hands held in place in his curls; vacant, unreadable blue eyes, staring straight ahead.

  We remain this way, lost in the aura of madness that has enveloped the flat in that last five minutes. Since her arrival.

  I squeeze my eyes closed as if to wish away the unconscious replay of her loud, demanding door knocking, and subsequent entrance.

  Feeling helpless to the tormented rage that I see has swallowed Alex, I realize that I have lost him to his anger, as I did last night; flinching at the familiarity of the feeling.

  All because of me. This is all my fault. I caused this. Julia’s right.

  CHAPTER T

  WENTY-FIVE

  Work sucked today, to say the least. My escape to the office was worsened further after receiving Alex’s call to say he’s stuck in LA for a few more days. I’m not sure what’s worse - his being away for another lengthy period of time, or knowing that the basis for his departure is to repair the damage from his fight with Ben. Damage for which I hold myself responsible. Well, partly responsible. Regardless of the situation, and what went down, I’m a key player in all of this. I have to accept that.