by Gabrielle G.
Her hands have disappeared behind her back during her monologue and unzipped her skirt. She’s now in a white lace bra and panties, with a white blouse open, and heels that are begging to be around my neck. She steps out of the skirt and it puddles on the floor while she leans back against the table, her head tipping to the side, offering me her neck to bite on.
I’m hypnotized by the woman in front of me, her body is like a siren to my desire. As my brain tries to fathom all she just told me, my body has a life of its own. My fingers close around the bridge of her bra between her two breasts, and I drag her to me in one rough movement. Her hands fall to my chest, and I don’t need more of an invitation to claim her lips in a hunger I didn’t know I had.
Every swirl of her tongue reminds me she didn’t wait for me. She used to be a great kisser, but I can feel she’s now an expert. Anger spreads inside me, and I pin her vehemently on the table.
“How many men, Sweets?” Her vicious smile gives me the answer I don’t want to know but need to.
“Too many to count.” She wraps her legs around me and brings her body to mine, my bulge nesting between her legs. I thrust against her, and it feels like I’m sixteen again.
“I didn’t wait three decades to dry hump you, Aar.”
“And I didn’t wait all this time to fuck you on a table, but here we are…” My hand snatches her panties and when my fingers enter her, she’s so wet I can’t restrain a groan. “You’re so perfect.” I kiss her again.
“Fuck me, please” Begging Alane was always my favorite Alane, not that I told her so when we were kids. But now I can, so I do, and she begs again, giving me control over her body.
I can’t help myself and bite her nipples. She cries, but I feel her contract around my fingers, so I do it again. I’m leaving marks all over her, and I like how it looks. I’m still dressed, in my chef uniform and seeing her opened for me, almost naked on the table has me as hard as a rock.
My fingers push into her, and she whimpers a little more, so I bite harder as an answer. Her body is mine. I replace my fingers with my tongue and push my creamed fingers in her mouth so she can lick them clean. The tip of her tongue mirrors the strokes of mine. I bite her clit, sending a jolt of pain through her body. She bites my finger for me to stop and our eyes find each other. She’s so fucking perfect, it hurts.
“Fuck me, Aar,” she begs.
I stand up brusquely, freeing my cock and slam into her in a sharp thrust that sends her eyes rolling back into her head. I’m literally fucking her brains out, hard, fast, dirty, and she loves it. We are two animals grunting and moaning until I feel her clenching around me, and she orgasms, screaming my name like she did so many times before. As my eyes see the marks I left on her, I need to stain her even more. When I feel my balls tightening, I pull out and stroke myself to come on her stomach and make her as mine, like I did before.
I rest my forehead on her shoulder, still shivering because of the intensity of our orgasms. I’m not sure what the protocol is for fucking your ex on a table, so I wait for Alane to do something.
Peeking through my eyelashes, I see the moment when the reality of what we’ve done comes crashing down on her. She starts to mumble the few sentences she always repeats, and tears sprang to her eyes.
Because I don’t know what to do, I kiss her.
I kiss her deeply like we used to, holding the back of her neck and helping her find peace.
I kiss her until she stops crying. I kiss her until she can stand strong and take control again.
I kiss her until she shoves me back, grabs the tablecloth under her ass, wipes my cum from her body, gets dressed and leaves.
I kissed her until she decided we were done, and only then, I put my dick away and close up the restaurant, emotionally exhausted by the best sex I’ve ever had.
17
Then - Alane
Aaron has been more distant than usual.
I know he has his job, his schooling, his hockey, and our future on his mind, but I have the feeling I’m spending my time with a giant plastic doll. He has retreated into his broody self. He doesn’t smile anymore, he’s always in his thoughts, and he never shares them. He also disappears on me a lot, saying he needs to be alone.
Today, we were supposed to babysit Sal and Barn for his mother, but he’s not here.
Nobody knows where he is. I think Luke has an idea, but he’s walking the fine line between his loyalty to his brother and his friendship with me, so I don’t ask him. Mrs. Gritt felt guilty that Aaron ditched me, so she asked Luke to stay and help out.
I was relieved because if Barnabas does everything I ask; Salomé tends to lash out at me when Aaron is not around. I can stand on my own, but I’m not comfortable scolding a sister who isn’t mine, even if she’s mean to me like she is now.
“You’re the worst, Alane. I hate you! Now he’s going to leave because of you. I wish he had never fallen in love with you!” She sticks her tongue out and stomps her feet.
“You know he’s not leaving with me, Sal. He’ll come back every second weekend or so. Don’t worry.” I try to appease her, but I wish Luke was taking care of her instead of washing the peanut butter Barnabas spread all over his face.
“I know how to read a map. Seattle is far far away to come back on weekends!”
“Seattle?” The wind is knocked out of me. I sit on the floor, my head spinning and my pulse racing as Salomé stands fierce, her arms crossed, despising me.
“Yeah! They all say he should go far away from you! I wish you could be the one leaving so he could stay!” She runs upstairs, leaving me behind confused. Luke comes to sit next to me and squeezes my hand.
“Is that why he has been so distant?”
“It’s not like that, Captain. He’s trying to find a solution between how to stay here and not disappoint my parents. Saying he wanted to be a chef opened a can of worms he wasn’t ready to deal with. He thought he would stay nearby, but they want him to get the best opportunity. They are breathing down his neck, but in the end, you know he’s going to choose you, you have to have faith, Alane.”
“Where is he?”
“Where do you think?”
“The ice?” Luke nods.
“I wish I could be with him.” Luke and I are stuck with Salomé and Barnabas, and we don’t have a car. All I can do is wait here for Aaron to return or for Mrs. Gritt to drive me home. But what if I could join him? I’ve already said so before, but there is undoubtedly a prep school for hockey at Washington State, and if not, there are some in Canada, or I could do my last year in a public high school with a hockey team and stay closer to him. After feeling crushed, I’m giddy, excited, and hopeful. Kissing Luke on the cheek, I get up laughing.
“What’s going on Captain?”
“I’m going with him, Luke! I’ll go to Seattle. I’m sure I can play hockey there. I need a plan to convince my parents, but I’m sure that’s what I want to do!”
“Alane, are you sure? I mean, you have a spot reserved, a scholarship, your future is pretty well pathed already. Aaron is working on something to stay here, why don’t you let him do it?”
“Because it’s not worth living without him. You’ll get it one day.”
“Don’t do any dumb Romeo and Juliet shit, girl.”
“I won’t, I just want to be with the love of my life. Is it so hard to understand?”
Luke sighs. “Hopelessly romantic but not hard to understand. Tell me if you need help.”
Lightheaded by my newly made decision, I go to Aaron’s bedroom and wait for him, lying on the bed. I love being surrounded by his smell, and I wish we could spend the night together one of these days.
Waiting is unbearable.
I feel like we're trapped in our little town, never able to ever do what we want. If he stays here and I go to the school my parents want me to, that’s thirty minutes away, it will be the same. We’ll never be free. But if we both moved to Washington State, we could be unrestrained by the adu
lts around us. We’ll meet on weekends and sleep all night together. We’ll be able to live the life we want, and not have to sneak around because I’m the Pastor’s daughter. I’ll be Alane, nobody else. I’m dying to be myself.
When Aaron finally arrives, only thirty minutes have passed, but it was enough time for me to organize the whole plan in my head.
“You forgot about me,” I start because he truly did. Him thinking he can disappear on me is disturbing after being together for so long.
“Sorry, Sweets, I needed to think.” I can see the distress on his face. I’ve seen it several times in the past few weeks.
“No, you forgot to include me in your thinking. We’re in this together. I know your parents want you to go to Seattle, I know they think we should go our separate ways; I know my father is certainly not helping with all the rules he has, but we are in this together. You want Seattle? Well, that’s what we’re going to do. I’ll follow you.” Aar sits on the bed and puts his hand on my knee.
His eyes are sad, and it hurts me to see him in pain. I already know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth. I can read him better than Luke, I think, but he doesn’t see that. He doesn’t see me anymore.
“I can’t let you do that. I’ll find a solution to stay, even if it means working at the Harbor’s diner.” His body language tells me it’s the last thing on earth he wants to do.
“I’m not changing my dreams for you; I’m changing my trajectory. You, staying here and working in that diner is changing your dream. No way. You can’t do that for me, like I won’t give up hockey for you. But I can change where I’m going, and we’re going to Seattle together.”
“How are we going to do that, Sweets? Your parents are never going to let you go.”
“I don’t know, but I love you, and if I need to put a plan in place as complicated as escaping Alcatraz, I will. We’re going. I might be able to transfer, I might be able to convince my parents, I might be able to have it all. So please, let me share the burden of figuring out our future together. Now, kiss me.”
I want to wash his worry and sadness away, and the best way to do it is to make out.
He starts with small pecks.
I open my mouth to let him take over, but he doesn’t. I want him to lose control again, so I kiss him harder, my tongue swirling and our teeth almost knocking by the intensity of our embrace.
Our lips break apart only to remove our T-shirts, our hands busily undressing each other until we’re both in underwear, on his bed. We’ve never been so naked together. Even if we had oral sex and jerked each other off, we always had clothes on, Aaron never wanting to pass the point of no return. We’re so close to having sex; I feel my excitement wetting my panties. I climb on top of him and rub myself on his hard length.
I would give my first born for him to be inside me.
“Slow down, Al.”
But I can’t, I continue kissing him, my hands roaming his body and our underwear getting wet. When I feel him at my entrance, I whimper, ready to push our underwear aside to have him in me. My hands find my panties, and I’m eager to remove them, but he clasps his fingers around my wrists and stops me. In one movement, he’s on top of me, his head in my breasts. Bringing down my bra, he cups my tits and brings a nipple into his mouth. My hands free, I remove my underwear and rub against him, my clit loving the texture of his cotton briefs.
“Please, Aaron, fuck me,” I beg.
He shakes his head, still in control.
So, I continue to hump him without penetration, his tip playing at my core, his underwear the only barrier between us. I take his hand in mine and bring it to my pussy. I need something inside me. Aaron seems to understand what I want and pushes one finger in me while licking my breasts one after another. His fingers are trapped between our bodies, and I beg him again to give me what I crave, but he still refuses. He adds a second finger and bends them a little to reach the sweet spot he discovered during previous explorations. My back arches, and I feel myself starting to fly.
When I come, I forget where I am and begin to scream his name. Fortunately, one of us is still thinking, and he muzzles my cries with his hand. A surge of pleasure bursts inside me by the restraint he’s imposing. I come hard, like I’ve never before, my whole body shaking.
I open my eyes to find Aaron sitting on his heels, naked, and spreading my juice on his length. His other hand is still on my mouth, and I love the feeling. I’m aroused by the sight of him. His blue eyes are darkened by pleasure. His chest is bulky, and his long fingers are wrapped around his dick. If I weren’t hypnotized by what he’s doing, I would take him in my mouth.
“Please, Aaron, come on me.” I want him to mark me the way I saw a man doing it in a video. I want to be his, even if he refuses to be inside me.
My words seem to excite him more than I intended, and he strokes faster while putting more pressure on my mouth. His grunts are erotic, and I can’t help playing with myself while our gazes are on each other.
A few strokes have me panting at the same pace as he groans.
When he’s about to come, he positions himself, so it splashes on my stomach, but his aim is trumped by his orgasm.
His cum shoots on my pussy, and I continue pleasuring myself, my fingers dripping of him pushing inside me, hard and fast. I come again; my orgasm provoked by the naughtiest thing we’ve ever done together.
Falling on me, his dick rests between my legs, and I kiss him, with no care in the world, because he’s my world and always will be.
“Can you drop me off at Pat’s?” I ask Aaron when we make our way home. “I haven’t seen her, and I need to catch up.” He grunts. It’s a different grunt than the one he uttered before, but it still sends a message to my senses. Nevertheless, he changes direction and drives me to the Harbor’s house.
“Remember what I said, don’t tell her what we do. I don’t trust her.” Aaron kisses me languorously before letting me go.
Patricia’s house is not far from mine, and before Aaron was my boyfriend, we used to walk back and forth from hers to mine, discussing the world and gossiping a little. I’ve missed our long chats. These days, all she wants to talk about is whom she’ll marry.
Of course, she wants to marry a Gritt, but the only one available is Barnabas, so that’s not in her near future. She joins me outside, and we start our walk to my house. I share my new plan with her. I want her to know that I might be leaving, she’s been my best friend since elementary school, and I can’t blindside her. Also, I would need her help to announce it to my parents and do research.
“You’re changing your life for someone you haven’t even had sex with?” she scoffs.
Because that’s the other thing she speaks about all the time.
Sex.
She’s sex crazed. Not that I’m not, but I have a boyfriend. I get upset by her thinking my relationship with Aaron is based on it. Yes, I want it, but it’s so much more.
“Not everything is about sex, Pat. Aaron and I are about love. Maybe you should try…” I know I'm not being fair. She tries hard to find a boyfriend, maybe too hard. She shrugs at my words as if to tell me I haven't hurt her, but I know better. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“It’s okay, I know you’re in love, but how can you plan your life with him if you don’t know if you’re compatible?” I don’t know if she’s saying this to antagonize me even more, but it’s working. I clench my jaw and try to ignore her.
“Or maybe, he’s like his brother, and you’ll end up just as a friend with both of the Gritt boys,” she snarls.
Since she walked in on Luke and her brother, she has been vindictive towards Luke, but Chris threatened to tell her parents about the blowjobs she gives behind the bleachers if she says anything to anybody.
I only know she saw Luke blowing Chris because Luke told me.
That’s how I hear the little comments she puts out there, they are quite passive aggressive otherwise, and you would need to know that she knows Luke
is gay to understand what she’s saying. She’s clever in her meanness. I want to shut her up so badly, I walk into her trap and tell her the one thing I told my boyfriend I wouldn’t share with anybody.
“Of course, I know we’re compatible!” I grumble. “We’ve done other things, you know, like oral sex and masturbation.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” Patricia stops, and when I turn to look at her, I can see she’s offended that I didn’t share with her, yet there’s so much she hides from me. “Good luck convincing your parents you want to follow your boyfriend.” She grimaces.
It’s clear to me she won’t help me with my plan. Without saying a word, I walk away, having had enough of her drama for a lifetime.
18
Now – Alane
I learned a few things last night.
First, Aaron Jax Gritt is a dirty lover.
Fucking me on a table, only his cock out, biting me and marking me, dominating during intercourse is not for every man. Aaron grasped what I wanted and what I needed. It was as if he had read my mind and knew the fantasy, I acted out so many times with other men in scenes I created at the club. The only thing missing was his hand on my mouth to silence me. The restaurant scene, with customers sitting around watching me was my favorite play.
I’ve been fucked this way many times by my ex-husband, strangers or regulars, but it has never been as good as last night. Aaron knew what I needed, even if it was our first time. He remembered my body and understood I craved pain to come. I thought I would get into my head and not enjoy it, like how it happened in Phoenix, but the anxiety showed up only afterwards, once I realized I hadn’t panicked while doing it. When I realized I could still have sex the way I liked it as long as it was with the right person.
