by Ashley Rose
Everything is so loud.
I feel his arms around me as he lifts me off the counter. "We're going outside, okay? We're going outside and you're gonna be fine in just a minute." I'm squirming a bit in his strong arms but he holds me tight. “Just trust me, okay?"
I put my face in his shoulder, panting against the thick fabric there, fisting it in my hands at his chest, pushing against him in anxiety. He brushes past the guy in the hallway who was banging incessantly on the door.
"Bout fuckin' time," the guy mumbles and Lex turns abruptly to face him, knocking my back against the hallway wall. I grunt against his shoulder.
"Hey, fuck you, you piece of shit. I'll beat your fucking ass. Yeah that's right, run into the bathroom. Motherfucker." He scolds the guy until he disappears into the bathroom before turning and hurrying faster down the hall when he hears me whine into his shoulder.
He carries me out the front door and out to the street where he parked his truck, shifting my weight in his arms to let the tailgate down, and then slowly sitting me down. I immediately pull my knees to my chest, but it's not as hot anymore, and my mind is clearing gradually.
He takes my face in his hands. "You alright? Stay with me, okay? Look at me..." And he slowly pushes my hair back off of my face, which is still a little sweaty from my episode in the bathroom. "That was a pretty fucked up trip, huh?"
I still can't speak and my eyes are only half open, but I drop my heels off the end of the tailgate and swing my legs a little, steadily coming down.
"You wanna go home?" he asks softly.
I finally find my voice. "But we just got here, right?" And he laughs at my slight lack of time orientation.
"I don't give a fuck. It's crowded in there, and I know you don't like being here. That's probably why you tripped in the bathroom like that, from anxiety and shit."
I just shrug. "I know you need to run deals tonight. That's why you come to this shooting gallery in the first place."
He cocks his head sideways at me. "Now what kinda fucked up guy would I be, making you stay here?"
And I just smile at him. This is the side of him that I love. This is the Lex who holds me in bed, and lets me wash his back in the shower, and sticks up for me when people fuck with me. He wants to take care of me, and sometimes I let him. He's been taking care of me for years. He likes to feel like I need him in every way, not just because he supplies for my habit. It's hard to imagine what he would do if I got clean and didn't need him anymore.
But for some reason I think there's something about him that I'll always need. Addict or not.
5
I'm not much on party holidays. The idea of going out and getting hammered for the sheer fact that it's a certain day of the year and everyone else is getting trashed, was always slightly foreign to me.
Until I started living in Lex's world, where partying is practically a sport and in our city, Labor Day Weekend is like the fucking Super Bowl. If it were up to me, I would be snuggled safely in his bedroom, getting some much needed stress relief, but he had other plans.
"Leala, fuck, I need to get wasted," he had said, running a hand over his face, his tired eyes pleading with me, and I couldn't deny him anything.
But right about now, as the techno dance music blares from the speakers and I'm being crushed by the drunken horde, I really wish I might have considered it. The place is packed to capacity and I'm waiting for him to make his way back to me from the bar. I briefly wonder if I should have let him go by himself because three solid hours of mixed drinks, jello shooters, and beer have clearly started taking their toll. And while I find him adorable when he's drunk, I wouldn't find it adorable if his drunk ass wiped out on his way to get me another beer because I'm "not drinking enough." Ugh.
I spot him in the crowd, two beer bottles in his hands, his messy dark hair covered in a blue ball cap. His hair's always reminded me of fallen leaves, browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn, almost black in the shadows. I lick my lips, watching him maneuver the best he can through the mass of bodies, stopping once to talk to some guy he knows. He throws his head back, laughing before waving the best he can with two bottles in his hands, and he moves towards me again.
He spots me, a slow goofy grin pulling at his lips. I feel my stomach flip. He never ceases to turn me on and the urge only gets stronger when he sidles up to me, grinning hazily as he hands me my beer. I take it from him and he dips his head, his lips sliding dryly along my neck. He sucks softly, his tongue reaching out to dot my warm skin.
"Stop it," I giggle, tugging back when he sucks a little too hard.
He chuckles down at me, leaning in to kiss me sloppily, his tongue sliding against mine. I touch his cheek to slow the kiss down, holding his mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of his nose across mine.
Then he smiles.
My God, it's so beautiful when this boy smiles. Butterflies seem to escape from the pit of his stomach and the sun somehow topples down from the sky and makes a home right there on his lips. He has the kind of smile that makes you feel happy to be alive and just that little bit more human. It's a smile that makes the world stop around you. A smile that brings back a million memories in a split second.
I was warned about the drugs people sell on the streets, and the ones they could slip into my drink, and the ones that might become appealing to my eyes. However, they never prepared me for the one that comes with a smile.
"HEY, LEX!" a loud, obnoxious voice suddenly yells from behind us and I look over my shoulder to see Fabian on the terrace, leaning drunkenly over the side.
"HEY, MOTHERFUCKER!" Lex yells back, raising his arms to cup his hands around his mouth, attempting to help carry his voice but all he really succeeds in doing is spilling some of his beer over his shoulder. He scowls drunkenly, turning around to survey the puddle behind him. "Goddammit," he mutters before turning back, but Fabian's already gone.
He just looks at me and shrugs, tilting his head back and swigging the rest of his beer, his tanned skin stretching tight over the long column of his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.
Fuck, is it hot in here?
"Hey Lex," I say and he pulls the Heineken bottle from his lips, tipping his head down towards me. He swallows again, looking at me intently, licking at his full bottom lip, and I know he isn't trying to purposely turn me on, but it's still fucking sexy. "How much longer do you wanna stay?"
His brow furrows. "You wanna leave already?" He looks slightly disappointed but I'm sure what I have in mind he'll like much more than hanging out in some crowded bar. I know he has deals and shit to run tonight, but whatever. This is more important.
I look up at him from under my eyelashes, trailing a finger down the middle of his chest. He watches glassily as I tap at his belt buckle.
"You wanna fuck me, baby?" he slurs, grinning knowingly, his eyes meeting mine.
I almost blush at his candor. "Lex!" I squeal softly, looking around to see if anyone heard him but no one is even paying attention to us. The music is as loud as thunder and the neon lights flash like police sirens.
"What?" he asks, tugging my body closer to his. "You want something from me, all you gotta do is ask." He dips his head, nuzzling my neck. "You know that."
I bite my lip, pressing my hip against his crotch and I feel his hum of approval vibrate against my skin. His hands move to settle on my hips and that's when he realizes he's still holding his beer. He frowns as he brings the bottle to his lips, chugging what's left and I stare at him, watching his mouth suck the brown liquid from the bottle, his head bobbing slightly as he swallows.
Damn, how do I get turned on just from looking at him?
He brings the now empty Heineken from his mouth as he sets it on the table behind me, pulling my hips more firmly against his. I can feel him stirring beneath his jeans and I want him. God, I want him so bad. My belly
is coiling at the thought of what he's gonna do to me when we get back to his house.
"Come on, lets get outta here," I say, nipping his bottom lip.
"Why wait?"
I look up at him, confused. What? He's certainly not suggesting—
"We can do it right here."
"Here?" I whisper heatedly, looking around at the drunken crowd. "Lex, no!"
He pouts. "Come on," he says softly, pressing his crotch harder into my hip, letting me feel him. "We can just slip into the bathroom..." He dips his head, kissing up the column of my neck and my head lolls to the side, "And take care of this right now...'cause you need it, don't you?"
I gasp at the lowness of his voice, the suggestion and the pure heat in his words slicking my panties and causing my fingers to curl around his biceps. He knows me too fucking well.
"Lex," I sigh as his hands settle on my ass, his hips softly grinding into me. He nuzzles my neck with delicate kisses, so faint they're like whispers. I urge myself to push away, but I can't, my limp body beginning to tremble uncontrollably. "I don't have sex in public bathrooms. I'm not that girl."
He pulls back, looking down at me, his eyes dancing mischievously. "You wanna pretend to be?"
My mouth falls open and I can't help but laugh at his naughtiness. Drinking always turns him into a kinky bastard and I usually enjoy his antics, but I'm also usually behind closed doors. This is different. This is slightly dangerous. This is seriously turning me on.
"Lex," I protest softly but he's already pulling back from me, taking my hand and tugging me through the crowd.
I bite my lip as I follow, gripping him tightly so we don't get separated. I'm slightly confused as we go around the left side of the bar and I realize he's taking me to the men's room, because the women's is located on the right.
"Lex!" I exclaim louder as we walk down the hallway, pausing as he pushes the door open, peeking inside. "I can't go in the fucking men's room!"
"The women's always has a line," he says simply, opening the door all the way and starting to tug me inside. But then he stops. "Unless you want more of an audience." He smirks at me and I feel my cheeks grow hot, shaking my head as he pulls me inside.
The bathroom is empty, thankfully. I take in the sinks and the line of urinals along the wall, a group of stalls lining the other. I'm about to tell him what a horrible idea this is but his hands are suddenly grabbing my face and his lips are crushing against mine. Stars explode behind my eyes. The kiss is so frantic it's almost painful, but it's perfect, and breathtaking. He pulls back and tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, rubbing my nose with his before going back in.
He tastes so fucking good, his natural sweetness mixing with the bitterness of the alcohol, giving me a heady intoxicated feeling. He stumbles backward and I follow, straining to keep my lips on his. He grins against my mouth as he backs into a stall, tugging me inside after him and locking the door.
He's pressing my back against the door now, kissing me slow and deliberate, breathing into my mouth. It's not innocent, like a tease. but hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself in it all but I can't seem to. I rest my hands on his lower back and he's leaning into me, one hand bracing against the stall door, the other hand holding my face.
I look at him wide eyed for a second as he grinds into me, one of his legs sliding between mine, his thigh pressing snugly against my center. His lips ravage my neck and I whimper softly, smoothing my hands over his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. He drags his mouth down the low neckline of my shirt and I gasp, because he's suddenly lifting my legs off the floor and crushing his body against mine.
"Fuck," I can't help but whimper. My face is in his neck and I'm gripping his shoulders tight.
"You wanna fuck? Is that what you said?" He's teasing me, and he laughs a bit, but my legs quiver when he says the word fuck right against my ear.
"That's not what I said." I choke out the words, my hands moving up and scooping into his hair. I scoff when his cap gets in the way, tipping it backwards off his head and he chuckles at my impatience. He's grinding against me, his dick hard underneath the denim of his jeans and I want him right fucking now. I don't care where we are or who hears us. I need him inside me. Now.
"You gonna let me do it, Leala?" he asks, his voice low and gravely, his lips brushing my neck as he speaks. "You gonna let me put it in you?"
I moan low at his words, my fingernails digging into his back. His hands are moving from my hips, one arm supporting me while his other snakes between my legs and up my skirt. He strokes me over my panties and we both moan softly, his forehead falling to my shoulder.
"You're so fucking wet." He brings his face to mine, kissing me before smirking down at me, still working me with those damn fingers, those amazing, deliciously torturous. and talented fingers of his. "This turns you on, doesn't it? Thinking about getting this dick right here in the bathroom." He chuckles, that low throaty sound that has me pressing my hips into his hand, begging for it.
His fingers slip under my panties, stroking my slick folds before dipping in. I fist his jacket in my hands and let my head fall back against the stall door.
"Lex," I pant breathlessly as he nibbles at my neck. His fingers press into me and curve, stroking me softly. I feel my legs tremble. "Please..."
"Please what?" he mutters against my skin, his fingers working in and out slowly, watching my face twist in pleasure. "Tell me what you want." His thumb presses hard against my clit. "Tell me what you need."
I let out a quiet sob, biting my lip as he curves his fingers again, pressing into that spot that makes my entire fucking body tremble. I'm pawing at his shoulders, whining and moaning, one of my legs wrapping around his waist.
One of my hands wander down, trying desperately to undo his belt and get this over with, whimpering in frustration. He smiles at me, his hand leaving me to help. I whine into his shoulder, my hips moving restlessly.
"Aw, you need it, don't you?" he teases as I hear his zipper go down and his pants fall to his ankles. "You need this big dick inside you, workin' your shit, stretching you out?"
"God, you're so dirty," I moan against him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as he tugs my panties down.
"And you love it," he says, smiling as he slips them into his jacket pocket.
"You're such a cocky bastard." I giggle, but it turns into another gasp as I feel him pressing intimately against me.
"Yeah, but you love this cock, don't you?"
My only response is to whimper as he slides the tip against my entrance. Then I bite my lip as he teases my clit with the smoothness of the head. He slips back down to slightly press into me, slipping the tip in before pulling back out and moving to tease my nub again.
"Lex!" I groan, my head falling back against the door with a thump as he pierces me again, penetrating a little deeper this time before pulling out and pressing against my clit.
"What's wrong?" he questions innocently, his eyes hazy. He's such a fucking tease when he's wasted.
"Doooo iiiit," I whine, my legs tightening around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
He chuckles softly. "Do what?" he asks, his lips smoothing along my collarbone, dipping his dick in just a little farther this time before pulling out again. "You know I like it when you tell me what to do."
"Fuck, Lex!" I practically sob, my head thrashing. "Jesus Christ, just fuck me already!"
He laughs and shoves his entire length into me without another word. He holds it deep inside me, stretching me out completely, letting me feel every single inch of him. I'm gasping and panting and he pulls his face back, breathing against my lips, his nose nuzzling mine.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" he whispers lowly and his voice is sex. Sex with a California accent. And I need it. I'm fucking ravenous for it.
"Come on," I reply, licking my lips, bringing my arms over my head to grip the top of the stall door. "You're talking an awful lot. I think its ti
me you fucked me."
His eyes suddenly bore into mine and his hands roughly grip my hips. He firmly plants his feet as he leans in and nips my bottom lip.
"You better hold the fuck on, little girl."
He doesn't even give me a chance to respond before he pulls out and surges back in, hard enough to rattle my teeth. I groan low in my chest as he sets a pounding rhythm, dragging out slow before slamming back in, our bodies smacking together with enough force to bruise.
I'm moaning and whining, knuckles turning white as I grip the stall door hard, using it for leverage. I push my hips back against his, my body begging for release.
"Is this what you wanted?" he grunts out between thrusts. "Me fucking you rough and raw against this stall door?"
"Yes," I whimper, gasping when he hits that spot inside me that makes me shake.
"There it is." He grins as his hips speed and he's driving into it, hitting it hard and deep and I'm crying out with each thrust, not caring who can hear.
"Oh, Lex," I moan, bringing my arms down to wrap around his shoulders, my body rolling into his the best I can. "Oh God." My legs are tightening around his waist as my body coils and coils, my muscles straining and pulling, and I'm chasing it, chasing that feeling, chasing that high. When he shifts his hands beneath me, trying to get a better grip to hold me up, he hits me so deep I'm sure I can feel it in my stomach.
He's talking soft in my ear, coaching me, and my head is swimming and I can't say a fucking word, just breathe into his neck as he works me faster and faster. I dig my fingertips into his back and bite his shoulder to keep from screaming, and he feels me tighten around him.
"Mmhm...just like that..." He knows he's got me right there as I'm grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and hugging his body so tight to mine. "Let it go."
And my body shakes as I burst and release all of the breath in my lungs with a huge sigh and the weight of me goes limp against him. I cry out, my body clamping down on him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I moan his name over and over again.
