by L. D. Davis
“Mine,” he said just above a whisper.
Dear Lord.
I batted his hand away and moved away from him. “I’m not your shiny new toy, Alden. We’re friends – kinda, and that’s about it.”
“After what I did for you last night, we’re only ‘kinda’ friends and ‘that’s about it’?” he asked incredulously as he stalked after me.
“Actually, I more or less did that myself, and you whore around enough to know that one orgasm doesn’t signify anything,” I said, pulling myself up onto the bed in an effort to get away from him. I walked across it to the other side, but then Alden was standing on my bed, following me.
“I did that to you!” he said, all full of himself. “And I’m not saying we’re in a committed relationship or anything but hey, there’s something going on here.”
“There’s nothing going on here,” I said, moving into the living room. “How can you even suggest that when you just banged god knows how many women last night?”
I moved around the couch, trying to put it between us, but the bastard just followed me.
“Three. I banged three women last night,” he said haughtily. “And let’s get back to the orgasm.”
“You mean the one I gave to myself?” I snorted, still walking in circles to get away from Alden. “I should have known you couldn’t give me one yourself. Too much hype around the great Alden Breck and his sexual prowess. It’s okay; I don’t blame you. I’m just the only one who knows how to get me off.”
Alden looked angry now. I guess I didn’t blame him. I basically just told him he sucked at one of the things he thought he was best at, but Alden was also done chasing me around the small apartment. I realized that he was just letting me walk away from him, maybe it was fun for him to watch me scurry away, but he was done chasing. As I went into the bedroom with the full intent of closing and locking the door, my towel was torn away from my body. I yelped and turned around with my arms crossed over my breasts and the junction between my thighs. Alden stood in the doorway holding the towel. He looked like a lion about to attack his prey. If I moved, he would attack. If I didn’t move, he would attack. I was shit out of luck.
“Fuck,” I muttered as he took the few steps to close the distance between us.
“Little One, there are many things I’m good at, but there are three things especially that I am a beast at,” he said, inching me backward toward my bed.
“I’ll bet one of those top three things is throwing yourself onto women who don’t want you,” I said snottily.
“They always want me, Little Noa, and even though you act like you don’t want me, I suspect that you really do.”
The backs of my knees hit the bed and with just a tap to my shoulder, Alden made me sit. To my surprise, he got on his knees in front of me.
“One,” he started as his hands smoothed over my thighs. “I’m one hell of a musician. I’m the best I know. Two,” he put his hands under my knees and yanked me forward until I was sitting on the very edge. “I’m one hell of a businessman. I’ve built my band and brand into an empire.” His hands pushed at my knees to make me open my legs. I resisted, but that was pointless. Alden forced my legs widely apart. “Three, I’m a beast with all things sex, Little Noa. No one leaves unsatisfied.”
“Except me,” I said dryly.
“You are mistaken – that was all me last night, but I guess I have to further prove myself because you’re so damn difficult.”
“You have to do no such thing,” I snapped and tried to move away, but he hooked his arms under my thighs and pinned me there.
“You’re so cute when you try to be tough,” he grinned. “Feel free to pull my hair and grind yourself on my face. It will be that good, I promise.”
Before I could object, Alden’s tongue was pushing into my entrance. I tried not to react.
“You probably won’t do it right like all of those before you,” I said to him.
Roughly, he yanked me forward. My ass was barely on the bed and I had to brace myself by grabbing onto the bedding.
Alden’s tongue dipped inside of me repeatedly and I couldn’t deny that it felt good. My breathing changed slightly and I felt myself relaxing.
“Your pussy is so sweet,” he murmured and nipped at my inner thigh.
With a low groan, he went back to work, this time, running his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I groaned when his tongue flicked hard over my clit. He did it again, his hazel eyes burning into mine to gage my reaction. After a few more flicks, his lips closed over the nub and he sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh, god,” I groaned as Alden sucked on my clit.
At first, the sucking was gentle, but he progressively sucked harder until I found my hands in his hair, pressing his head to me. Alden moaned as he sucked and licked my cunt. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and pushed two fingers inside of me. His other hand found its way to my breasts where he randomly alternated between squeezing and tugging at my nipples. I groaned loudly as I grinded into Alden’s face and fingers.
“Feels so good,” I moaned as I threw my head back.
I cried out when I felt Alden’s fingers hit my g-spot. Expertly, he massaged the bundle of nerves, applying just the right pressure as his mouth worked on me outside.
It started in my lower belly, this feeling of enormous lethal butterflies, fluttering throughout my body, making me extra sensitive. My hands pulled hard on Alden’s hair as the sensation fluttered through my breasts and hard nipples that Alden was still manipulating. My toes began to curl and I felt my inner walls squeezing and releasing Alden’s fingers. Then it happened.
“Oh my god!” I screamed as my orgasm tore through my body. “Alden! Oh…”
I grinded hard on his face and fingers as my pussy contracted. Alden pulled hard on my nipples and moaned loudly as he continued to push me over the edge. It was suddenly too much. His mouth, his hands – I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t release me, wouldn’t stop licking, sucking, and finger fucking my cunt or terrorizing my nipples. I was over-sensitized, but he kept going until another orgasm hit me suddenly and hard.
“That’s it,” he grunted as a new sensation hit my pussy. I felt like I was…well I felt like I was releasing…something. I couldn’t explain it even to myself at the time.
As Alden’s fingers continued to move slowly inside of me, I could hear how wet I was. I mean, I sounded soaked, literally. When I opened my eyes and looked down at Alden, his mouth was so wet, and my god, so was his shirt. What the hell!
My eyes must have just about fallen out of my head because Alden grinned up at me as he finally pulled his fingers out of my sensitive channel. He held up his hand. Soaked.
What. The. Fuck.
“Was that your first time?” he asked with a big grin.
“My first time what?” I asked, breathless.
“I guess it was – and damn, I did that for you,” he said and lazily ran a finger through my vaginal lips.
“Did what?” I demanded. “Oh my god, did I fucking pee myself or something?” I nearly yelled, as mortification began to set in.
“Calm down, Little Noa,” Alden said softly, his tone reassuring. “You ejaculated.”
“I what!” I yelled.
“You squirted,” he said proudly.
“No, no, no, no,” I said, pulling away from him and retreating onto the bed. “I’ve never done that. I can’t do that.”
“You did, and I made you do it,” he said, getting to his feet.
I looked at the bed where I had been sitting. It was wet there. Cautiously, I crawled back to the edge of the bed, careful not to touch the wet spot and looked on the floor.
Oh. My. Gosh.
There was a small puddle on the floor.
“I did that?” I asked in a small voice.
“Yes, baby, you did. And I—”
I cut him off. “Yes, you did it to me, I know!” I snapped.
“I have to go take that showe
r now,” Alden said, backing up with one hand on his crotch, on the sea serpent. “Or I’m going to fucking burst.”
“I need to shower again,” I said distractedly as I got up to find something to clean up my…mess.
“Want to join me?” He wriggled his eyebrows.
“And interrupt your jerking off time?” I asked dryly. “No thank you.”
“I’m so fucking hard,” he whined. “It’s not fair that you do this to me!” he yelled and the bathroom door slammed.
I got some paper towels and cleanser. I really didn’t know how to clean it up, but that was the best I could think of. I cleaned up the mess on the floor and then stripped the bed. I marched the bedding straight to the little laundry room off the kitchen and put the blanket in first. I went into the powder room and cleaned myself up again using the sink. After cleaning the sink, I went back into my room to get dressed.
I stood in the middle of the room then and let what had happened really sink in. I smiled and covered my mouth as if anyone could see me. Those were the best two orgasms of my life. I wanted more – well, not right that moment – but in the future. I was sure Alden would be up for it, but then again, I didn’t want to rely on him for that – for anything really. Maybe when I was ready to date again, I could teach the guy to do what Alden had done. Though it was pretty hot to look down and see Alden’s hazel eyes gazing up at me while he worked on bringing me to the brink.
Okay, Noa. Get your shit together now. You have a busy day ahead.
I shook myself from my little daze and finished dressing. I needed to brush my teeth. I decided I’d just go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and take it to the powder room, but I had barely cracked the door open when I heard my name.
“Fuck,” Alden said, his voice just barely audible above the shower. “Noa…” he moaned.
I couldn’t mistake the sound of him jerking off. It’s just one of those sounds that you know when you hear it, a hand sliding up and down the shaft, and from the sounds, it was pretty soapy.
So, Alden was fantasizing about me? Okay, I guess I could understand. He did just make me…squirt, but I was sure there were better women to fantasize about.
Suddenly, he growled out my name; again, his voice barely heard over the sound of the shower. I had a feeling he was trying to be quiet on purpose, like he didn’t want me to hear him fantasizing about me.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned and then grunted several times. Then I could only hear his soft pants as he tried to catch his breath.
I knocked hard on the door and walked in.
“Just grabbing my toothbrush,” I said quickly.
I heard the shower curtain open. When I looked up in the mirror, Alden’s head was poking out.
“You sure you don’t want to join me, Little One?” he asked with a wicked smile.
“As you can see, I’m already dressed,” I said, heading toward the door.
“Your loss,” he teased.
“I’m sure.”
I closed the door behind me and breathed a sigh of relief. What the hell were the next nine weeks going to be like?
***
Tucker Barry was the boyfriend that almost-but-never-was. I first met him in my first semester of college. I thought he was a pretty good-looking guy with his dark hair, caramel skin, and grey eyes. We ran in completely different circles then. I was a too flirty, drank entirely too much, and smoked too much weed and snorted too much coke. Tucker hung out with the good kids; he rarely drank and didn’t do any drugs. He dated nice, good, clean girls and he was always very respectful to them, even if it didn’t work out. We would chat in class, but that was about it. Once we walked out the door, he went his way and I went mine. I didn’t think anything of him until after I was arrested.
The night I was arrested, I was having sex in the backseat of a car. A police officer banged on the window and told us to get out. The officer later told me he was just going to give us a speech about our actions, but as I was climbing out of the car, my bag of weed fell out of my pocket, right at his feet. I only spent that night in jail, but it was a wakeup call for me. Did I ever want to go back to jail again? What was I doing with my life? I broke away from my mother and her boyfriends all of those years ago for what? To screw my life up on my own?
I thought about all of the ‘friends’ I had at the time. None of them were really doing too well. Most of them were failing the classes they bothered to show up to. More than half were usually stoned or drunk out of their minds. They had no real hopes or aspirations. They were headed to one big fat dead end. If anything, I needed to prove to myself that I was worth more than sex in the backseat of a car with a married man. I needed to prove to myself that I was worth more than being drowned in toilet water. It didn’t matter if my mother was dead and gone. I still had something to prove and I wasn’t going to do it with my usual company.
The morning I got out of jail, I barely made it to class on time. Tucker passed me notes as he always did, making fun of the professor and the girl that used to pick her nose subtly in class, but this time I didn’t say much back. I was so focused on getting down my notes and paying close attention to the professor. I wasn’t failing any of my classes, but I was fully capable of doing much better than I had been doing. I had one week left of the semester before winter break and then a new semester would begin. I needed to get my shit together.
After class, Tucker asked me if I was okay. I remember looking at him, opening my mouth to speak, and bursting into tears. Tucker could have walked away from the crazy, crying girl. Tucker could have patted me on the back and told me to man up. He could have stood there and stared at me – there were so many things that Tucker could have done since he was just my classmate and we had no relationship outside of that, but Tucker surprised me.
Tucker hugged me. He hugged the trashy, druggy, drunkard girl under watchful eyes, and he didn’t stop there. After a few minutes of saying nothing and just holding me, he took me by the hand and led me to an empty lecture room. He sat me down in the very front seat and then he sat on the desk in front of me. With a little prodding, I spilled my heart out to him. I told him about my mom, gave him enough information about her boyfriends for him to form his own idea of what had happened to me. I told him that I had started drinking at the age of thirteen and drugs soon followed. I told him my life had been out of control since I was very young and I needed to get myself together. I needed to be a different person.
Again, Tucker could have put his hands up in defeat and walked away. He could have judged me. Instead, he stepped up to the plate and offered to help me beat down my demons. He was there for me every step of the way. With Kristy on the other side of the country, Tucker was all I had to keep me grounded and steered straight. He was more than a savior and supporter; he was a friend.
One night, a few months later, he kissed me. He was a little drunk after a big frat party. I didn’t think he meant it, but the next day when he was sober, he kissed me again, but I was afraid of corrupting him. I was afraid I would never be good enough for him. So, I told him we should only be friends. I soon regretted it when he started dating another girl, but after that, he became the template for all of the men I dated. They had to be good, safe guys, but I never found anyone like him. I discovered the hard way that I couldn’t replicate him.
I was very fortunate to still have him as a friend all of these years later. He didn’t live too far away from me, but he worked a lot and traveled often for his work, but since I left Larson, we always made sure that we were able to meet up at least once a month.
As I hurried to meet him for lunch, I tried not think about the fact that we were both single. No point in getting my hopes up.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said, hugging him.
“It’s fine,” he said. “I just got here.”
I threw my shoe bags and coat into the booth, and then slid in. Tucker waited until I was seated before he sat down. Nice guy, right?
“I or
dered you a mudslide,” he said. “I ordered your lunch, too.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at him, but his return smile didn’t hold its usual warmth.
Tucker wasn’t a motor mouth or anything, but he was a great conversationalist. Even though he apparently already ordered, and he knew the menu by heart, he stared at it as if he had no idea what the place served. We always ate at the Cheesecake Factory. It was our go-to place.
“Okay, spill it,” I said after sipping my water.
“Spill what?” He looked up at me, but not for long before his eyes darted to some point beyond my head.
“Tucker,” I said his name softly.
He looked at me again and then sighed. “Alden Breck,” he said simply.
“What about him?” I deadpanned.
“Are you…with him? I’m still in shock that you somehow ended up anywhere near a rock star, let alone a superstar prick like Breck.”
“I’m still in shock, too,” I said dryly. “I’m not ‘with’ Alden. I know some of the gossips think so, but I’m not. We’re…friends.”
He looked at me dubiously.
“Tucker, would I lie to you?” I asked.
He sighed. “No, you wouldn’t.”
I simply omitted the fact that Alden had had his fingers inside of me twice within the last twenty-four hours.
“Are you really going on the road with him to all of those charity events?”
I took a long sip of my Mudslide. “Yes. Kristy and Alden both think it will be good for my career. Even my agent is all over that.”
“He’s unpredictable, sometimes volatile, and he’s a sex maniac,” Tucker said pointedly. “How do you plan on handling all of that over a nine week period?”
“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “He is a handful, to be sure, but I’m hoping other things will distract him.”
“You mean other women.” Tucker smiled faintly.
“Definitely.” I smiled back.
We were sitting in a secluded corner of the restaurant and my back was to the door. I looked up to say something to Tucker, but he was staring open-mouthed at something behind me. Confused, I turned my head to see what he was looking at.
