by M Field
Haze looks up at me, and takes a step back as her gaze then zones into Robbie. Her startled
eyes soon turn curious as he steps forward and holds out his hand. Friend corner, my ass. Timidly smiling, she clasps his hand and allows him to draw her closer, while also keeping a safe distance.
Trice's arms are above her head, reminiscent of the seductress’s dance for me at the bar RTs. I step behind her and place a hand on her tight hip, she stiffens as I move my other arm to wrap around her torso and rest flat against her stomach. Her body relaxes when my face nuzzles against her cheek, until I trace the shell of her ear with my nose and breathe deeply onto her neck. Her skin breaks out into goosebumps, and I bury my face into the side of her hair while drawing her body to sway with mine. We no longer follow the beat of the music; instead, we create our own.
My legs shadow hers, and I begin to softly sing the words of “Rapture” into her ear. She tilts her ear towards my mouth and curls her body into mine. The sway of her skirt, wisped against her toned thighs, makes my need for her grow substantially. If she doubted me before, my grip against her now signifies a fierce possessiveness that I can barely control, and I am in no way near done in claiming her back to me. The song changes into another but I am not listening to the music—instead, I focus on the beating of her chest against mine. The delicious way her body syncs with mine, against my front, causes a friction so intense that if we didn’t move from this dance floor soon, I was going to create a floor show of the naked kind with her, soon.
“Four years, Bea, and I never forgot. You were beautiful then, my Bea, but now you are incredible.” I feel a sharp intake of breath, but I continue, “Do you remember us that night, Bea? I do. I remember how you moved, how you tasted, and how you felt.” I linger my lips under her ear and whisper loudly, “Every … single … second.”
She tenses then pushes my arms away. Before I can grab her, she storms off towards the end of the room. Her shoulders are tense as she marches through the groups of people.
She reaches the end of the hall and is about to head up the stairs when I grab her arm and pull her with me into the first changing room. Tearing the curtain across, I cloak the room in darkness but can still see her silhouette.
“What’s wrong, Bea? What did I say that hurt you?”
Her arms are tense by her sides as her chest heaves up and down. “Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just leave the past alone? I don’t know what you want … You confuse me,” she pants.
I reach out and grab her face with my palms. “Bea, I want you, I—”
“I’m not just a fucking notch, Alex. I’m worth more than that. Worth more than to be left and ignored,” she hisses.
I gaze into her eyes and hold them firmly. “I know, Bea. You were never a notch. That night, afterwards, I could hear my father tell me what a piece of shit I was. I believed him. I watched you sleep and all I could think of was that you deserved better than me. That I would never be good enough.” Her eyes widen as she studies my face. I suck in a deep breath and stare down at the ground, ashamed to look at her.
”I still don’t feel that I am good enough for you. I’ve made so many mistakes trying to rid his words, but they ruined me. I guess I’ll always just be a piece of—”
Her hand wedges between our bodies and she tilts my face up, covering my lips.
“Shh,” she hisses, her eyes filled with rage. “You were never like him. You are not a piece of shit. Do you think that I’d have feelings for you if you were? Geez, Alex, you might be an arsehole sometimes but you’re nothing like him—ever!”
I clench my eyes shut and breathe in deeply. It is a lot for me to take in. Opening them slowly, she stares back at me, with a look so intense that my chest tightens, leaving me vulnerable and exposed.
“Bea, I need you to—”
She grips my vest and pulls me forward. “Alex, please just shut up.”
She slams her lips into mine. I sigh in relief, as this time it feels like she is claiming me. Her tongue dives eagerly into my mouth as our lips push and pull against each other. Both our breathing escalates and I lift her hips until her legs are wound tightly around my waist. Pushing her against the changing room wall, I grind my hips into her and watch as her head tilts back on a moan. I am three seconds away from unzipping my pants, when a cold breeze whips across my back; looking over my shoulder, Josh is standing there, smiling, and starts to clap.
“Popcorn? Where’s the popcorn?”
Bea squeals and quickly moves her legs down. I cut Josh a death stare and make sure to guide her so she is standing behind me. He grins at the both of us and looks at my face muttering, “Red looks good on you. So does arousal. Oh, and I ordered a taxi while you were dry humping the dance floor. Figured it would be best. It’s out the front.”
My annoyance fades to gratitude as I grab Bea’s hand.
“Yeah, thanks man,” I mumble, pulling her closer to me. We both power walk to the yellow taxi out front and before stepping inside, I catch her eye to see if this is what she wants. She lifts her finger and touches all over my face and giggles.
“Looks like you’ve been attacked by a crayon,” she says, and she opens the door and slides across the seat. I don’t hesitate. I follow after her like a man starving for his next meal.
The taxi ride home is the longest of my life. I hold her hand and softly kiss her, not wanting to lose any momentum, while also not mauling her either. I didn’t want the driver to see any of her fire. I want it just for me.
Bursting through the door, our lips fuse as I push her into the nearest wall and slam the front door shut with my boot. Licking and tasting her mouth, I swallow each moan she makes as my hands rake up her skin. Both hands beg to trace and learn the fabric of her body. I push against her, rubbing my groin firmly into her hips, and rotate it, relishing in the soft moans she makes while I swallow each one down. Her hands are tangled into my hair, gripping me tighter and pulling me closer until I feel like we are the same person. I continue to kiss her like it’s the first time, and love her like it’s my last. I want this moment to imprint itself on my memories forever; I want to mark her, and I want her mark on me.
As we stand there exploring each other’s bodies, her fingers shake and she lowers her hands on top of my vest, but I sense her tension. I can feel the inner tigress wanting to unleash, but she is hesitant.
“Take it off, Bea. I want your hands on me. I want them everywhere.”
Like a lit match, her lips become ferocious as she nips my bottom lip and then licks it. Reaching for the zip, she lowers it down quickly and tosses it far away into the direction of the lounge room, landing near the couch. We both look at the couch, then at each other, and lunge at one another while stumbling towards it. My impatience, however, wins out, and I grab her hips and shift her to the nearest wall in the lounge room. The couch can be round two.
“Bea, I need you. This is your last chance. If you don’t want to do this …”
She slaps my chest and glares at me. “Seriously Alex? Shut the fuck up and get naked!”
“Yes, m’lady.”
Both our hands tear at each other’s clothes. I lower the zip on her corset while I kiss and suck from her ear down her neck to her chest. As her corset is untied, it reveals her braless chest underneath and I spend a moment appreciating her naked breasts. Lifting them both, her nipples are both puckered and ready, and I lean forward and suck on one, while squeezing the other. She holds my head to her breast, while letting out a loud moan.
“Oh, my God, Alex!”
I smile as I continue to suck and massage the other with my hand, working her moans into a frenzy. Her hands reach down to the hem of my shirt and begin to frantically raise it. I let go of her breasts for a moment so she can tear my shirt off. I reach forward to resume my perusal of them, but her hands suddenly touch and trace my pecs. She leans in and licks my right nipple while pinching my left and I jolt unexpectedly. She grins into my chest and I feel the light
graze of her teeth as she clenches down and sucks it into her mouth. She puffs a soft pop of air, causing a shiver to bathe my skin. I groan and grab the back of her hair and tilt her head back, slamming my lips onto hers. I am in need of tasting her again. I grip her hips and thrust my erection against her, and we both moan into each other’s mouths.
My hands find the elastic to her skirt and I begin lowering it as I continue kissing her. Reaching the suspenders, I unclip the back clasp and then undo the stocking clasps. I resume sliding the skirt down, and when I feel it move over her behind and float to the floor, I stop, shocked, at what she is wearing. I stare at her red see-through G-string and bite my lip.
.
“This is what you had under this skirt all night?” I ask breathily. She smiles while placing her hands on each hip, with her fingers linking under the elastic.
“Yep,” she breathes.
I smile wickedly and look at her hands. “No, Bea, allow me to unwrap my present.”
I replace her hands with mine and begin lowering the flimsy material. I’ve barely moved it before I lose patience. “Fuck it!” I tear them off.
Bea stiffens as she glares at me. “Elastic burns across my skin, Alex? Really?”
I laugh and rub her hips. “Sorry, baby, I thought it would make it quicker. I’ll make my way down here and kiss it better. But these—” I tap her boots, “—these stay on.”
I kneel down and kiss her cute little navel. Dipping my tongue into it, I feel her shudder and I look up at her wanton face.
“Oh Bea, if that makes you shudder, I can’t wait to make you quake.”
I push her right leg up until it’s over my shoulder and tilt her pelvis into my face. There, much better. I lean into her and begin to lavish her in long licks, relishing in her taste as her hands clench into my hair. Her moans become more rapid as I continue devouring her, licking and sucking, while I insert two fingers into her tight pussy and feel her tense around me. I swirl my fingers and glide them in and out, as I press against her, igniting a full body shudder while her head tips back against the wall. Her mouth gapes as I continue to suck on her lips. She traps her bottom lip between her teeth and her face pinches. Her eyes open and clash with mine and I give her one last long lick before sucking hard on her clit. She comes, and I steady my hands on her hips to hold her as she convulses and I catch every drop on my tongue. I gently push her hips back and stand slowly, holding her as I go. Her legs stumble slightly, while her arms reach for my shoulders.
She stares at me with a hooded gaze, a smile teasing her swollen kissed lips. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, but I won’t pursue it unless she wants me to. I’m just about to ask, when her arms surge forward to my pants and she hastily undoes the button and slides down the zip, while reaching forward and cupping me. I jostle from one foot to the other, kick off my boots, and then wrench my pants down to the floor. I look down at her as she stares up at me with a smirk on her face.
“I guess you’re happy to see me?” she asks. I grab her hand that’s against my cock and squeeze.
“I don’t know, Bea, you tell me?” I wink back at her. I reach for my wallet in the back of my pants and pull out a condom.
Her fingers graze mine as she quirks an eyebrow, “Allow me,” she winks, tearing it open, and rolling it down my length. I start counting in my head, as any sudden moves and I’m going to finish this before it’s started. She gives me a quick squeeze and my head tilts forward into her neck as I moan.
“Bea, I am on the brink … Just give me a moment.”
She chuckles against my cheek as she challenges, “What? No stamina, old man?”
Suddenly the urge to come dissipates, and I am raring to go. “I’ll show you stamina. Hold on, my tigress.” Before her smart mouth mocks me again, I push her against the wall, then lift her legs around my waist. My lips smash into hers as I don’t wait and slam her down onto my cock.
She breaks the kiss to scream and scratch into my shoulders, while yelling, “YES!”
I grip her hips as I begin to pump hard into her and push her against the wall. Her legs squeeze tightly around me and her left arm shoots out when I angle myself to go deeper into her. She tilts back and her left arm bends and curls into her hair, and we hear a smash nearby, but we don’t stop. If anything, the sound of something breaking spurs me on, and I continue to thrust into her. Both of us are moaning, and I can’t hold on for very much longer. I feel her tense around me, and I clutch her left hip tightly while I go to move my right hand between us.
“No need,” she pants. “I’m almost …”
I grip her hip again and push her into the wall, using deep thrusts to eventually push her over. She grips my shoulders and her fingernails tear my back. I want this moment to etch into my skin as our souls ignite and fuse. I want to always remember this moment.
With one last thrust, the tingle climbs into my spine as my orgasm surges into her and my head buries itself into her neck. My mind clears and all I see is her. We both stand there, panting and gasping for air. I slowly raise my head and gaze into her eyes and kiss her softly, while lowering her legs onto the floor.
We hear a gentle crunch, crunch by our feet as my lips release hers. Looking down, we see pieces of shattered glass from Robbie’s framed hot rod poster girl lying broken on the floor.
“Oops!” Bea giggles. “Didn’t realise I did that!”
I laugh and pull her closer to me and out of the glass. “You were too busy quaking.”
She slaps my shoulder and tucks her head into my chest, while wrapping her arms around me. We stand there for a minute, until she startles.
“Alex! We’re naked in the lounge room! Robbie could be back any moment.”
For a second I don’t care, but she’s right. The last thing he needs is to walk in on his naked sister and condom-wearing best friend. We quickly gather our clothes while Bea runs to grab the dust pan to clean up the mess.
I stroll into my room as I shout out, “I’ll be on my bed, waiting for you when you’re done.”
Smiling, I dump my clothes in the basket and chuck the condom in the bin. Pulling back the bed covers, I slide in naked, grinning, as I know there’s no point in putting on clothes if Bea will be here with me. I lie back against my pillow and tuck both arms under my head. With a contented sigh, my chest feels lighter than it has in years. No more hiding, no more secrets.
In a moment of full relaxation, I sigh in relief as my eyes drift closed in a relaxed slumber. I sleep content, but in the morning when I wake, the other side of my bed is empty with no trace of having Bea in it whatsoever.
Chapter Twenty-One
“But why do your words, I have so much longed for,
Fly so far, far beyond what I can see
That, try as I may, I lose most of them?”
Purgatory XXXIII; lines 82–85
Trice
Last night had been a culmination of all sorts, and right now my aching bones felt languid and content. But my heart? It exploded with love. The pieces that floated seemed to join and slowly fuse together. No longer fragments of my broken past.
Lying on top of my bed with my hand on my chest, I feel the fast palpitations of my heart beating rapidly against my palm. Thoughts of Alex make it accelerate, and fill my chest with a hot rush of desire. My mind, on the other hand, relishes in providing my chest with the stimuli to heat it, but it also likes to toy with me. Doubt begins to fester in my thoughts, and fear, its bitch sister, creeping in—again. I know what this is. It is love. Pure, rapid, burning, pain-in-the-ass, war-against-my-insecurities love. It is bursting through my rib cage for Alex to catch. Instead of running to him, my mind played another card, forcing me to feel what I had four years ago. The morning after, where I had been at my happiest, was short lived, as the aching sting of rejection scorned me. The moment I left to clear the shattered mess, my mind awakened and I crippled in fear and did what I had become an expert at doing when dealing with anything remotely to do with Alex. I hi
d.
This raging war between my chest and mind throws me out of bed, and I quietly dress, listening for any movement from next door. So far, none. With a sigh of relief, I pick up my phone and text the girls and a few others, and invite them for brunch. Alex isn’t stupid; he knows I spent all last week avoiding him. This time, I just need the gang to fill the gap between us while I sort my head out. I know in my chest that he feels like I do, but my mind is too focused on rehashing the emptiness that I felt years ago and how I had stupidly ran into the arms of Kyle. This time, there is no one else to be a distraction. I don’t want it; I only want Alex. But the fear of him suddenly cooling off and not feeling the same, of having the distant look in his eyes, would this time destroy me. Yet if I saw love, I was petrified. Will I be his forever if he’s already mine? My mind is a fucked-up place to be.
I just need a couple of days to sort my head out, strengthen my resolve… and it was either fight or flight. Forgive or leave. My phone blinks with responses to the brunch and Hazel, who I am sure saw us last night, has worked out it was an SOS. Her reply of “So, was it at least good?” makes me laugh, my face heating up. I quickly respond with:
Too good.
Yes, it had been against a wall—but it was raw, edgy, and most of all, passionate. Both of us had been stuck in a hormonal drought and the dam broke. He wasn't lying when he said I'd quaked.
Shaking the lusty thoughts from my mind, I grab my bag and duck out softly to buy the brunch ingredients. I quickly jump in my car, turn the stereo on, and send a gutless text to Alex, hoping he is still asleep.
Me: Morning! Just getting ingredients for brunch. The gang is coming over. Let me know if you need anything.