by C. J. Wells
His head drops to the side, his eyes urging me to be more specific.
“Just one, but I’m pretty sure I plan on making my way to a second bottle before the end of the day”. I flop onto the sofa.
“That bad, huh?” He refills my empty glass.
“Ohhh yeah”. Smiling as he passes it to me, I take an immediate gulp. “So, this morning I felt like a cow being corralled off to slaughter”, I begin as he takes a seat. “I received a crash coarse introduction to the paparazzi. Literally - incessant camera flashes reminiscent of a cattle prod, urging me in the opposite direction before I tripped”, I pull up my knees to highlight the result.
“Helena Adelaide seemed to enjoy my dilemma - that stunning octopus. I may as well throw her under the bus with cat-woman. She’s ruining everything. Well, her and Bene-dick Arnold. The Three Muskateers. They’re evil”, I squint my eyes. “Nothing like the do-gooders they’re written to be - nope, in my story, they’re the Wicked Witch times three; all slithering around my prince, constantly reminding me that I don’t belong…”
“Whoa, just so I’m clear here, Ben is the dick that was here earlier this week?”
I nod.
“Helena?”
“The former occasional bang. Oh, and my co-worker”.
“O-ok”, he looks confused. “And cat-woman?”
“Publicist ex-girlfriend, Julia-sucks-Cox who happened to cheat on him with dick”.
Nodding, his face is contorted with confusion.
What’s doesn’t he get?
“Anyway, she had the gumption to show up here and, one - lie to me about not sleeping with dick, going as far as to suggest that dick is on drugs with wanna-be issues. And two - tells me that I don’t live in the real world; that I should do what’s best for Alex and go home”. I shake my head at it all. “Is this fucked up world really what I was missing?” I question. “This is my more? Sex, drugs and lies. My God, it’s such a cliché, isn’t it?” I look towards him.
He opens his mouth to speak, pausing with it agape, his heavy eyebrows crushing his baffled gaze. I decide to continue on.
“So, assuming the bitch isn’t lying, of course, I have another boatload of omissions - a.k.a. lies - to keep from Alex. What am I going to say to him?” I turn to Andrew again, not waiting for an answer - despite his repeat gaping attempt to speak. “Can I keep her visit, and all of its gory details from him? Or, do I ruin yet another of his relationships? What happened to my fairy-tale?”
Staring down at the floor, a few moment pass in silence. I don’t look to Andrew for any answers - I know there aren’t any.
“My inner dreamer is dying a little inside. How could I be so naïve”, I turn towards him, heavy tears breaking free to trail down my cheeks. “You were right, I should have left the rose-coloured glasses at home”.
He offers a warm, supportive pull of his lips.
I feel like such a fool. Even he knew I was walking blind into my new life.
“To think that a fling with Alex was even an issue. Whether or not he would want more doesn’t really matter does it? I don’t fit in his world. That’s what matters. At least to all those that surround him. And maybe they’re all right”.
“It’s not for them to decide. You can’t run from this, Aby”.
My sobbing gaze darts to his.
“I’m not running”, I tremble at the entire notion.
“You need to talk to Alex”.
I let out a quiet defeated snicker. “I’ll have a mere twelve hours - minus sleep time - to do that”. Taking in Andrew’s questioning expression, I explain, “I got a text from him earlier. He has to leave tomorrow morning for script adjustment meetings in New York. He doesn’t even get back from LA until late tonight”.
“Then maybe you should wait to talk when he gets back from New York”.
Yeah… maybe, I internalize his suggestion, staring off into space for who knows how long before I snap back to the present, lifting my empty wine glass for a refill.
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“Ok, that’s enough for you”, Andrew takes the almost empty bottle from my hands, leaving me with my half-full glass of mind-numbing potion.
“Oh, I beg to differ, Mr. Davies”. Though my rather seductive slurring of his name slightly rings a little truth to his words.
Ha! As if anyone could compare to my gorgeous actor dream-man… My drunken insinuation makes me take another mouthful of wine, as I ogle my neighbour.
He certainly is handsome.
But I’m in love with Alex.
I’m in love with Alex. Son of a bitch.
Why did I have to fall in love?
Damn you Alexander the Great. “You can join the rest of the gang under the bus, Mr. Tate! Damn all of you!”
The sudden confusion, and slight concern, flashing across Andrew’s face makes me pout a little. Maybe, I have had enough to drink.
“Aby, you’re freaking me out. Come on, that’s it. Let’s go make some coffee. You need to clear your head. You have a lot to think about”.
“Ya THINK?!” I’m coherent enough to note my sarcastic slur as he wraps his arm around my waist to help me up from the sofa.
Accepting his support, I brace myself around his shoulder, wincing at how much I confessed to him. Damn inhibitions.
Humph… I remember thinking that same thing not too long ago. Funny how things come full circle.
Damn. I really have a problem lately spewing shit to men... whilst drinking.
Whilst… that’s a funny word. “Hee hee hee”.
Andrew leads me towards the stairs, chuckling at my random laughter.
The opening of the front door brings us to a halt as we turn to look towards the unannounced visitor.
“Alex!” I pull myself from Andrew’s hold, skipping towards Alex in the hallway.
Jumping up into his arms, I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ve mish-ed you, baby”, I attack his mouth as he quickly secures me from falling off him onto the floor.
He leaves me wanting as he pulls away, gently laying me on my feet. “You’ve been drinking?” he looks around me towards Andrew questioningly.
With my pouting returned, I turn and follow his gaze.
Andrew raises his hands in protested innocence, “I was just taking Aby up to the kitchen to make some much needed coffee”.
“I see”. Alex looks down at me as though I’ve done something wrong.
Humph. I’m the only one who hasn’t done anything wrong. Right?
Shit, I don’t even know anymore. Where’s my glass of wine.
Pout in full swing, I leave Alex, passing Andrew to make my way back to the sofa.
Wine back in hand, I watch the two hunks speak, no longer paying attention to their conversation. I’m lost in my sudden heated desire towards my sexy-as-shit boyfriend, tracing my finger along the rim of my glass, consciously running my tongue across my lips as I watch them head towards the door. Hurry up and leave cute neighbour. I’ve got plans for man…
Alex returns, making his way towards me on the sofa.
“Yay, he’s gone! Come here sexy”, I smile seductively, laying my wine glass on the coffee table - I think, I wasn’t really looking - and reach my arms out towards him.
Sitting down beside me, he takes my outstretched hands and holds them in my lap. “I went to the office to surprise you. You weren’t there…”
“Nope. I’m he-re”.
“Yes, I see that. I tried to reach you on your cell…”
“Yeah… that’s there”, I pull my hand from his hold to point towards my disassembled phone on the floor.
“Do you want to tell me what happened, please?”
Sure baby. Later. No more talking. Attempting to shut him up, I bounce from my seat to straddle him, diving towards his glorious lips.
Cupping my face, he stops me. “Aby, I need to know you’re okay. Thomas told me about this morning. I …”
I reach for his halting fingers and pull them from my face to continue my pu
rsuit; tracing my tongue along his lips between my heated reply, “Alex Tate… I’m so amazingly great now that you’re home. And, I’m feeling especially greater thanks to my friend Vino. And, I’ll be greatly greatest once you shut up and fuck me”.
He releases a moan as I grab for his cock.
Finally relenting, he meets my tongue with his own as I invade his mouth fiercely.
Bubbling over with desire, I pull at every inch of him. I want him, need him, like he’s my own addictive escape.
Pulling away, his breathing laboured, he holds my face, staring deeply into my eyes. “I’m not going to fuck you, Aby. I’m going to make love to you”.
I melt into his intoxicating baby blues, feeling drunk with love.
Grabbing my ass, he lifts us from the sofa, my legs instinctively wrapping around him before he carries me toward the stairs.
In my semi-drunken haze, I barely register our travels before he lays me gently on the bed. His eyes fill with a hint of concern before flashing to desire as he looks down at me.
Leaning over me, his weight resting on his arm, he caresses my cheek, sliding my hair off my face. “God, you’re beautiful. I’ve missed you”.
“Show me”, I whisper.
I’m overcome with my desire for him. I need him inside me, fucking away my torment. I desperately need to lose myself in the feel of him filling me. I try to push all thoughts of today away as I stare at the man I’ve fallen in love with.
Sliding his hand along my hip and thigh, he squeezes appreciatively. His fingers branding me with each touch.
We’re not even naked and I’m wriggling wildly with desire; my pussy clenching in absolute need.
Slipping his thumbs inside the waistband of my pants and thong, he pulls them leisurely down my hips, leaning back to slide the garments off my legs; discarding them to the floor.
His eyes bore down at my nakedness, genuine appreciation glittering in his gaze; clearly seeing the evidence of my desire coating my inner thighs.
His lazy perusal of my body is driving me insane.
Pleadingly, I lift my hips towards him, spreading my legs further, silently asking - no begging - for him to take me to that place. To make me forget.
Kissing his way up my body, he wraps his arms around my legs to slide me further up the bed.
The feel of his weight sends spikes of pleasure through me.
Sighing in delight, my core begins to pulse to its own beat as I relish in his path along my inner thighs. His breath heating my skin, provoking a wanton moan to escape my lips.
I need his mouth on me. I need his expert tongue fucking inside me; licking and sucking on my clit. But his pace is slow. Too slow.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed him to fuck me. And clearly he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to make love, if his soft, gentle kisses are any indication.
Reaching for him, I try to get measure on his shirt covered body to pull him where I need him.
“Shhh, Aby”, he whispers between kisses, bypassing my aching core to kiss along my lower tummy; his hold effectively ceasing my erratic gyrations.
In my wantonness, I slide my fingers through his hair, grabbing tight, trying to direct him where I need him most. “Alex, touch me!” I demand in frustration, my hips continuing their rise in hopes of spurring his speed.
Leaning back on his haunches, he stares down at me; my thighs spread before him by the weight of his hands holding me in place.
Staring into my eyes, he lifts his finger to his lips, “Aby, shhh… or I’ll stop”.
Stop? No!
He isn’t going to stop - he’s simply stating his demands. This is his show. I’m merely a pawn, desperate to have him any way I can get him.
His seductive gaze and knowing grin at my acquiescence sends a shiver through me. Capitulating to him, I cease moving; trying desperately to control my eagerness.
“Mmmm… that’s better, baby”, he whispers. “Take your shirt off, sweetheart”.
I‘m a slave to his request, tugging my shirt above my head and pulling my bra off with deft fingers.
His eyes roam my exposed flesh, stopping to take in my puckered nipples.
Taking my hands in his, he places them lightly above my head. “Keep them there”, he states, his expression garnering no protest from me.
His continued stare is my undoing. Closing my eyes, I try to contain my desperation. This is not what I wanted. What I needed. He has this way of making me feel wholly cherished, yet right now I need him to take me. I need it fast, frenzied, out of control. I need him to assuage his desires quickly, to use me however he sees fit.
“Open your eyes”.
I can’t look at him. I can’t stare into his stunning baby-blue eyes knowing I may lose him. I’m in too deep already. I can’t make love to him right now. I need raw. I’ll never be able to handle falling for him harder than I already have. I’ll never recover after I’ve lost him.
“Aby, open them”, he demands, his tone forceful.
Reluctantly I open my eyes, noting the intensity in his gaze as he sits between my widespread legs.
“Keep them on me. I want you with me”, he whispers before dropping his mouth to my exposed breasts.
His tongue lightly flicks over my distended nipple, sending spikes of pleasure to my womb.
Sucking my nipple into his mouth, I continue to watch, glorying in his gorgeous eyes as they absorb my every reaction.
Moaning his name, I drop my head back to the bed, closing my eyes in delight.
“Your eyes, baby”.
Lifting my head at his command, I’m forced to watch, as he switches to treat my other nipple with the same sweet torture; licking and sucking until it feels ready to burst.
The throbbing in my clit, and the pulsating emptiness of my pussy, pushes me closer to my much-needed orgasm. I want to lose myself in the pleasure, but he won’t let me; his eyes never leaving mine, maintaining our connection.
Sitting upright, he slides his thumbs along my wetness, spreading my folds to his gaze before returning his eyes to mine. “You’re ready for me, sweetheart”.
“Y-yes… take me”, I beg, my eyes pleading.
“Not yet. I want to savour you. I’ve been thinking about you for days. I need to feel you. Feel you come apart in my arms”.
His words emit a moan from my lips.
Swiping his thumb along my engorged clit, I shudder helplessly, lost to the sensations.
Fisting the edge of the pillow in my grip, I fight the urge to reach for him as I watch his eyes glaze over with desire.
The feel of his fingers sliding inside me practically sends me careening over the edge, my breath quickening, my whimpers of need filling the silence. His knowing fingers caress my darkened core, sliding along my g-spot.
“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you as you fall. Keep your eyes on me”.
Continuing the lazy glide of his thumb across my hyper-sensitive clit, I nearly combust.
His fingers pick up speed inside me, plunging further into my depths.
Reaching his other hand upwards, he tugs gently on my nipple; the dual sensations cause me to plummet; my orgasm rushing through my body like a tidal wave.
I scream his name, our gaze never faltering.
“That’s it. Come for me”.
Shuddering, I melt into his eyes. The connection so intense, I feel my emotions spiralling out of control; everything inside me coming apart at the seams.
With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I push the emotions aside, leaning forward to wrap my hand around his nape, pulling him towards me for a kiss.
Our tongues meld, our breaths fanning each other.
Desperately, I taste the deepest recesses of his mouth, grinding myself against him.
Tearing his mouth from mine, our breathing jagged, he rushes to pull off his clothes, tossing them to the floor before coming over top of me.
My hands unconsciously wrap around his broad shoulders, seeking hi
s weight as I push my pelvis towards him.
I feel his thickness sliding along my core. The wetness of my orgasm coating his flesh as he teases me with a gentle slide along my sensitive clit.
My fervor spikes with renewed lust at the pressure; my pussy empty and desperately needing to be filled with his hardness.
Placing his elbows alongside my head, his broad hands hold me place as he grazes his lips along my jaw.
“Alex… now…” I beg, closing my eyes in euphoric need.
“I’m here, Aby. I’ve got you”.
Reaching down, he aligns his cock with my waiting core, pushing slightly inside, the broad head breaching my slick folds.
I pant at the feel of him filling me.
Lifting his head, he tugs gently on my hair. “Look at me”, he demands.
Opening my eyes to his gaze, I stare, mesmerized, as he pushes his cock slowly forward.
Fully seated inside me, he begins a slow, measured stroke outwards, before plunging back in.
I’m ensnared by his watchful eyes.
I can feel every ridge, every inch of his manhood rubbing along my sensitive nerves. I can’t take the intensity. I want to lose myself in the pleasure, but I’m caught in his intense gaze.
“Jesus, Aby”, he whispers as my pussy clenches down on him.
His pace quickens; his cock pushing in and out in long measured strokes.
Gasping, my hands claw at his back, pulling and tugging to get him closer, to distract him from his need for connection.
My attempts are fruitless as he maintains his hold on my gaze; sliding deeper and deeper inside me.
Wrapping my legs tightly around his hips, I meet his strokes measure for measure.
Our sweat slickened skin, our jagged breathes, all make up the most intense sexual experience of my life. I’ve never felt more important than in this moment. Never loved someone so much. I feel my heart breaking as my orgasm rushes forward. The feel of his cock plunging further and further into my soul. Shuttling inside me over and over, my body tenses in impending climax as I reach frantically for another earth-shattering orgasm. To put an end to this intense connection.
He continues to fill me. Deep, sure thrusts, one after the other, against every sensitive corner inside me.