The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy

by Alexandra North

  “Think about my cock fucking your beautiful tight pussy.”

  His velvety tongue dips inside my mouth capturing mine, and thrusts in and out, mimicking what his cock would do. I feel the pressure of my impending orgasm building, my hips pushing back against his hand, desperate to grab what is just out of reach.

  As my knees begin to buckle, I gasp, then moan aloud in utter ebullition, as he rams his fingers inside, pushing against my front wall and then swoops them back up,

  applying full palpable pressure onto my erect clit. I explode around and over him, hot white lights flicker around me, and warm throbbing waves cascade all over my body, delightfully wrapping me in a delicious aura. I sense his warm breath at my ear and his deep growl of satisfaction as he kisses me gently there, calm as I catch my breath.

  “That was the other thing on my to do list Baby. Make you come.”

  His voice is taut with sexual innuendo and I lean into him, too exhausted to talk but immediately in need of more. I feel his hand move away from me, and the release of the material of my dress - it immediately drops, to my ankles to cover my modesty. He kisses the tip of my nose and we gaze at each other longingly. I can feel the heat in my cheeks and glow of sex all over my body and press myself into him, keen to connect further.

  His erection is fired up and positioned rock hard against my stomach, which makes me smile smugly - I did this to him. His hand cradles my cheek and I lean into it and kiss his palm. He is so passionate - I never expected him to be so passionate and it releases an overwhelming wave of emotion from deep within me.

  I’m really falling for this man, my friend, my mate in both terms.

  Sebastian smiles and releases me. “Go to bed and think of me.”

  I want to shout “No! Come back here and fuck me. Let me do to you what you’ve done for me.” My pussy throbs with a void that needs to be filled and the desperation to feel him inside me, the joining of our bodies is all consuming. But I won’t beg.

  He moves away from me and I immediately crave the contact; I feel so empty. He then leans in kissing my forehead gently, our hands remaining linked until we are too far apart to maintain it and our arms drop, swinging by our sides. I smile, a little embarrassed at our carnal act, which was probably viewed avidly by the pervy neighbour in the terrace, which overlooks my kitchen.

  “Night Lu.”

  I stare up at him longingly and will him to take me, right there on the island. Fuck the hygiene issues, there’s always Dettol. Chewing hard on my lip to alleviate some of the pent-up frustration, I can see the same desire reflected in his now black glossy orbs. His body is taut and I can see his cock pushing against his jeans in its demand to be released. His eyes are fixated upon my mouth and I run my tongue temptingly along the bottom lip, and sensing I have his full attention, continue to rub both lips together, slowly moistening them.

  “Fuck Lu I’m trying to be a gentleman here but if you keep looking at me like that…doing that with your mouth… ”

  I don’t let him finish and immediately launch myself at him and in that second he is lifting me onto the kitchen counter, again reading my mind and pushing me down onto the cold hard granite, whilst at same time pushing my dress up around my waist and exposing me to his greedy eyes.

  I feel his hands at my panties and a ripping sound as he tears them at the side-seam, peeling them off deliciously and tossing them in the direction of the bin.

  “You don’t need these. Next time your orders are to wear nothing.”

  I moan into his mouth and revel at the delicious freeing sensation that blows over my now naked and vulnerable pussy. We kiss deeply again and I feel him slip a finger, then another inside me, readying me but I’m already dripping from my recent orgasm and I hear him grunt in possessive approval at his achievement.

  “You’re like a drug.”

  I arch my back, turned on by his words and push my breasts up into his still fully clothed chest at the ripples of ecstasy he is creating inside me. Then groan as he leaves me feeling empty for a second.

  “Put me inside you Lu.”

  I open my eyes and look down to see his huge erection throbbing between my thighs. Sitting up slightly, my hands tremble, as I grasp him, the girth alone, making me shiver as I guide his tip towards my entrance. He rocks backwards and deliberately slips his cock gently up against my clit, capturing the juice there to lubricate his length and exciting me further.

  I lift my hips and in one forceful thrust, he is inside me.

  “Just… fuck… me.”

  The words come from me and I stand by every one of them.

  Our tongues duel with each other, collecting pace as I feel him plunge inside of both orifices in time. I wince slightly at the immense fullness and wait for my body to adapt to his invasion. I can feel him breathing heavily and know that he senses my body’s hesitation, as he slows his pace.

  “Baby?”

  “Please…,” my anguished moan is all he needs.

  His growl of acceptance is so primitive it turns me on even more. He pumps into me, withdrawing only to drag me towards him to delve deeper and unite us even closer if that is possible. We kiss and suck our tongues, practically biting in our animalistic rush to connect. I raise my pelvis to allow more access and feel his hand gripping my hip, to still me, and the slow rotation of his own hips, as he feeds himself in further. With each thrust I feel the build of the thing I need most, my release. My arms grab his shoulders for support, feeling the steely strength underneath his rigid muscles and as I run my nails down his back he groans in encouragement and his thrusting quickens. I can see from his face that he is nearly there; his look of almost pain is enough to drive me over the edge of my own orgasmic cliff top.

  “Come on Baby; together!” his command is harsh and insistent but I can hear the slight crack in it showing his lack of control, at last.

  Wrapping my legs even tighter around his waist, it pushes him deeper inside me and with a few long, strong strokes he delves so far within me, we are connected in both body and mind. As we stare into one another’s eyes, he watches me as I shatter around his throbbing cock. My spasms are his undoing and I hear his cry, feeling him pouring himself into me and its my turn to watch his face as an expression of shock, bliss and ecstasy cross over his features and he closes his eyes on a last sigh.

  Sebastian carefully draws me up towards him, my hair tumbling down my back and onto his linked hands at my spine. He is still inside me as we slowly kiss. It feels raw and sexy and right. He gently moves a stray hair from my damp forehead and kisses my nose before removing himself and straightening his clothes. Reacting instinctively to his withdrawal, I wriggle my dress down modestly. That needle on the record moment is on the cards I’m sure.

  The one where a sound sharply jolts us back into reality.

  “I’m going to leave now…,” he kisses one cheek then moves on to the other, “ … so you can rest. I fear I’ve worn you out…” He reaches my mouth and looks into my eyes with a devilish smile.

  God he was so cocky and sure of himself but I’m beginning to love that side of him.

  “… I knew it would be like this between us Lu - raw and desperate and entirely addictive - you just had to be open to it.” He rolls his lips in thought. “I’ll let myself out Little One.”

  The term of endearment warms me and with one last lingering peck he’s gone before I can comment. In the empty kitchen, the fridge door still wide open, the evidence of his release desperate to escape from within me, as I perch on the kitchen counter, I whisper, “Thank you!” and taking a huge breath head upstairs to shower.

  Crawling into bed, I put my phone on charge and snuggle down, grateful for the cocoon of my meringue duvet. Replete, tender, fearful, annoyed at my own weakness and concerned at our lack of control in the contraception department for a second time this weekend. I turn as my phone’s screen lights the darkened room and with just a glimpse of the words glowing brightly, I a
m filled with intense longing.

  It never seems to be enough with you Baby. I always need more.

  Amazing how he reads my mind like that. I’d just thinking the exact same thing.

  The need is so great; it’s never enough. It scares the crap out of me and rather than give any more of myself, than I’d already done, I revert to protective mode and type my reply.

  I’m confused. Is it really possible to have great sex with a friend and go back to how it was before?

  I bite my fingernail as I await his response. Why am I testing him here? - Because you are confused. Yes but surely now’s the time to shout It was bloody amazing?

  I look at the phone and sigh - serves me right. His response is nothing if not honest.

  Me too. Honestly? I don’t know.

  Don’t ever expect anything but the truth from a true friend. Now I’ve got total head-fuck.

  The reality of my feelings for Lu sting sharply, wounding so deeply, my chest aches with the force. Bitterness rises, like bile in my throat. Of course I’d fall for a woman more stubborn than myself. Bloody fate - that’s what we are. What we’ve always been. But where do we take it from here?

  I’ve one month of this blasted proposition to work through. One month to convince her that she could trust me. One month to convince myself that I can actually stick at a relationship. Why did you send her FBR 5 then?

  I’m not sure why I haven’t wanted to settle down before now. Business is great. I’ve achieved more than most in my 32 years. Women came easy to me but they also bored me quickly. One thing Lu had never done is bore me; one of the reasons we’d become fast friends. Maybe we should just have some fun and get it out of our systems but returning to what we do best? Mates!

  I need to send her flowers, again - from that Fresh flower place, she loves in Lords. I make a mental note to ring through an order en-route to work. Women always love flowers and she deserved the best. This weekend I’d had the most incredible sex of my life - and I had sampled several delectable women over the years, from all over the world. The sheer need to possess her had crippled me, scared the hell out of me and consumed me all at once. I run a thumb along my bottom lip, envisaging her face as she shattered around my cock - my stomach somersaults.

  I take a deep breath and try to focus on something other than the flickers of images running freely around my mind. Lucia naked and spread over the sheets, her gorgeous tits in my hands. Lucia begging me to fuck her. Lucia placing my cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Lucia in the shower. Lucia handing me every blasted orange sweet from the fruit gum packet in the cinema - my mouth had been as dry as Ghandi’s flip-flop. Lucia making dinner. Hang-on these last two things weren’t sexy!

  Fuck me. I need to get a grip. I readjust myself, already hard again at just the thought of her.

  It had been worth the wait.

  Ten years had been too long but God it had been worth it. Her scent still fills my nose, clothing, is imprinted on my body. I’m not normally so bloody sentimental and I never procrastinate over sex.

  “Seb - you still here?” I hear Chris’ holler from the back suite of the house and watch as his nearing footsteps bring him to join me in the kitchen.

  “Ahh coffee.”

  “Help yourself mate - new pot just on.”

  He pours himself a cup and ignores the milk I grab from the fridge.

  “Black. Gotta be black today.”

  “Thick head?”

  “Any noise is torture.”

  I chuckle at his pained look, reach into a cupboard and pop out two pink pills from my hangover saviour box. “Take these, lots more coffee and we’ll grab a bacon sarnie at work. We’ve got to be in bright and early, heavy emphasis on the bright. I have a shareholders meeting in London lunchtime and I’m probably going to have to stick around a few days.

  Chris looks up in surprise. “So the sale is really happening then?”

  “Looks like.”

  He refers to the Jannah Dubai Marina Hotel. It had been on and off for a few months now and finally, the paperwork was nearly ready to be signed. This was the project that I’d worked towards and would put me in the big league. I’d become a millionaire at 27 and at 32 I’d be in double-figures. It was too true what they said. Money talked. You needed it to make it and pretty soon I’d have enough to feel established. Enough to feel like I’m worthy of a family of Lucia?

  “I need you to head on over to The Ashton today and keep on-top of the guys for me. Nathan will be there too.” I drain the last remnants of my mug and place it in the sink. “Right, Ralph is waiting. I’ll see you in the office briefly before I head of to LBA airport.”

  “No probs Boss. Lucia will be fine with me. You and her seemed pretty cosy Saturday night? Anything serious going on there or is it just a drunk hook up now you’ve broken the seal with a mate?”

  His sly wink should have softened the blow and normally would have but I’m on him in a flash. My blood boiling and teeth gritted, so tight I wince at the chalkboard crunch. I wish to God I’d never let it slip that we’d got in on, after the Champagne Bar.

  “Don’t talk about her like that Chris.”

  “Soz Bro. No harm no foul. Just messing.”

  “I mean it. Lu and I, we have history and its complicated.”

  Chris holds his hands up in defeat and with a nervous laugh adds, “So no chance for me then?” before looking at my stoney face.

  “Alrighty then! Leave things with me today at the office, I’ll sort don’t worry.”

  “I’ll call you for regular updates.”

  “No probs. Good luck with the meeting. You sure you don’t want me there as back-up?”

  “No. I’m all good, thanks Chris.” Last thing I needed was Chris with his big gob, disrupting the applecart. He was great on site and a good manager but he was starting to have ideas above his station and had a mouth that ran away with him more often than not. He’d be more likely to do more damage than good.

  “OK. See you in half-an-hour.”

  I head out to the hallway, before I say anything I’ll regret. I can see he’d keen to progress but I’ll need to keep him on a leash here and I’m not sure that the whole ‘Chris living here’ proposal was the best idea, even it was only short-term. We’d been mates for several years and worked well together in the construction industry but lately he’d been acting like a royal dick and if I’m completely honest his work had been more than a little sub-par. I’m starting to get the impression that he would like a piece of the Silver Con pie and that isn’t going to happen, not before Nathan. Nathan would always come first.

  Grabbing my suit carrier, case and briefcase I head for the door, nodding to Ralph as he enters the main door and takes the items from me. He leaves to place them in the car. I take a last look at the house before sliding into the comforts of the Limo. Hopefully by the time Chris gets into work, he’ll have sobered up and stopped pissing me off. I’m not sure what grates me most, the fact that he’d talked about Lu so demeaningly, or that he’d made it clear he had intentions on bedding her himself. She’s mine and no other fucker is getting his hands on her this time.

  After a restless night of tossing and turning in sheets that smell of Sebastian I decide to crawl out of bed and glancing at my phone I see its only 6am. Oh well at least I’d be organised this Monday. It give me more time to pack the mountainous necessities required for my boys trip; toys and clothes for all seasons - it was the UK after all. Then rustle up a breakfast of porridge with cranberries and cherries for Finn and I to share together. I’m glad to have the time with him and we chatter away - Finn keen to reenact scenes from last night’s movie. His laughter is a breath of fresh air and in that moment I know how blessed I am already - we were fine on our own. This weekend had been out of this world but Finn was my priority.

  Packing up the car, I do a quick drop at my parents, leaving his small suitcase, toys, footballs, his noo-noo teddy, which had a silky label t
hat he had to stroke against his face at bedtime, and a goody bag I’d done for him as a surprise; then nail it back, past ours and into Bodley to drop Finn at crèche. Kissing him goodbye I squeeze a little too hard as I won't see him until Friday.

  "You be good for Ninni and Gramps poppet and have a fabulous time in Wales at the seaside. I'll miss you like crazy!" I plant umpteen kisses all over his soft face and head.

  "Enough Mummy!" His giggles make me laugh too.

  "Mummy's got a busy week with work but I'll call you and Ninni will face-time me, so we can say good night most nights, OK my darling."

  He nods in answer and I wobble slightly. Five days is too long, but my parents had planned this short holiday with great gusto; got a little holiday cottage in Abersoch, North Wales and Finn needed some adventure time. Plus it had worked out well with my workload. Feeling emotional I hand his backpack to the nursery nurse and with a last hug remind him, that Ninni was collecting him, before watching him run full pelt at his friends.

  He was fine. It was me that was the problem.

  It takes everything in me not to march in there and pick him up, but I know I'd make it worse. So I wave to a fellow Mum, and wince for her, as she struggles to release her daughters monkey-like grip, from around her leg - we’d all been there - then I make a dash for it and head off to work. My phone rings and I smile as I see Suzie’s name light up the screen – I wondered how long it would take her – she’d showed remarkable restraint, leaving it until Monday morning to pump me for info about my love life!

  “Hiya Love!”

  “Oh goodie I got you before you were in work. I knew if I rang at this time there was a good chance!” she stresses warmly knowing I’m a creature of habit.

  “I’m all yours for another 10mins. Just dropped Finn off.”