by Ashley Rose
"Fuck you! I've wanted to get clean for a long fucking time. I keep telling you that shit, you just never fucking listen to a single word I say unless we're fighting or I'm screaming your name in bed. I can't do this anymore! I don't wanna be dead on the streets or rotting in fucking prison."
"Okay, fuck!" he shouts, trying to shut me up, brow furrowing as he throws his hands up. "So you're done with the drugs, but what about me?" His hands hit his thighs as he drops his lanky arms in frustration.
"What about you?" I scoff, twisting my face in disbelief. Of course he's always playing the victim.
"I'm your fucking dealer! You don't need me for shit now, right?" He steps close to me, my back still against the wall, but despite his close proximity, he doesn't lower his voice. "I mean, you're sneaking off getting drugs behind my back. Who knows what else you're getting on the side."
"Surely you didn't just fucking say that," I answer, pushing on his chest.
He closes the space between us again, eyes locked with mine. "Yeah...I fucking did."
My hands are still pressed to his chest, but I'm not pushing against him anymore. "And you think that's all you are to me?! My fucking dealer?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"I don't see why I shouldn't think that now. I mean, you're mad at me, right? This is about revenge and shit? And you just threw that shit in my face about not making any promises to me! How do I know you don't just go off and get some dick behind my back? Isn't that how the game is played?" he growls, hands braced against the wall and he pushes his body against mine roughly, forcing out my breath from deep in my chest. I groan a bit as my elbows hit against the rough brick wall behind me when his weight presses against me.
I swallow hard. "I don't play games." My eyes meet his again. "Not with you."
"Well you better not." He pushes against me roughly another time, hips holding mine against the wall, pinning me there. "Cause I don't care where you get drugs, but you're not getting dick anywhere else. This pussy is mine," he barks authoritatively, his voice still loud and harsh in my face, his eyes hard and cold staring into mine.
But he pauses for a moment, panting slowly as I look back at him with a questioning gaze. This isn't just anger building inside of him. He's insecure. He's staking his claim on me. I can read him like a book, and his eyes soften under my intense stare before he puts his nose to my cheek, his breath warm on my face and I'm suddenly twenty again, back in that old apartment at Felix's party, pressed against the hallway wall.
"Tell me it's mine, Leala," he whispers, pleads, his voice almost shaking, and I know this isn't a fight about me calling up Trent for drugs. Not anymore.
I feel his long thick lashes brush my cheek as he blinks slowly. I sigh, taking his face in my hands and pulling it back to mine as I slowly hook one leg over his hip, the material of my skirt bunching around my hips.
"It's yours, Lex."
His eyes harden again and he crushes my mouth with his, kissing me hard, almost painfully, bruising my lips with his own. I whimper at the urgency of his mouth, the speed of his tongue against mine. Frantic. Desperate.
He rips his mouth away suddenly, pressing his forehead to my own. "God, I'm just so fucking mad at you. What were you thinking, getting your shit from someone else?" He grabs my shoulders, shaking me slightly. "You know my shit is the only shit you like." He smirks, one hand leaving my shoulder to trail down over my body before sliding up my thigh, my leg still hooked around his waist. His fingers disappear beneath my skirt as he whispers harshly against my ear, "Just like my dick is the only dick you like, isn't it?"
And before I can answer I feel two of his fingers delve into my center impatiently. I gasp, whining a bit as he works me roughly right away, unapologetically fucking me with his hand. He grits his teeth, snarling as he locks his eyes with mine.
"Tell me you only want my dick."
I just groan in response, twisting up my face, fisting the fabric of his shirt, clutching it at his shoulders to steady myself as his fingers continue moving in and out vigorously.
"Say 'Lex, I only want your dick in my pussy.' Say it," he growls against my ear and I bite my lip almost until it bleeds.
"A little insecure?" My voice is strangled in my throat, but I grin at him lazily as he pulls back to look at me. His blue eyes sweep over me like a cold midwinter breeze. I can see myself in them, my shallow frame in his frozen irises that feel like ice and glass. Sharp enough to scar.
"Say it," he commands, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched. I release my head with a suppressed moan when I feel his fingers pull out suddenly. I had previously been so caught up in the feeling of them inside of me that I had failed to even notice him working to undo his pants with his other hand.
I suddenly gasp when I feel him guide the head of his cock to rest against my entrance, rubbing against it teasingly.
"I feel how wet you are, I know that's not for anybody else. That shit is for me."
"Lex..."
"Say it," he cuts me off dryly and I slowly lower my eyes to his, panting. I start to open my mouth, but when I don't respond right away he thrusts into me with a grunt, pounding deep into me so hard I'm surprised my eyes don't explode out of their sockets.
"Shit!" I release my head again, hitting it so hard against the concrete I'm sure it splits my skull. He chuckles softly.
"You know nobody else can fuck that pussy like I can? You only want it from me, huh?" He slams into me twice more, knocking my breath out with each crash of our hips. "Tell me you want it," he pants against my cheek, holding himself deep inside of me, gripping my hips brutally and God, how in the fuck does he expect me to speak right now?
"Lex." I try to breathe enough to answer him but he doesn't give me any time, pulling out and drilling me hard and deep again, over and over, fucking the shit out of me, grinding my lower back into the hard cold brick of the wall. Fuck, I know that shit is gonna bruise.
I let my weight slump over him in defeat, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and just holding on for dear life. I feel like he might fuck me to death, right here in this dirty alley. But what a way to go.
"I don't hear you, Leala. Tell me you fucking want it." He stops again, pulling my other leg up around his waist, pressing even deeper into me and I groan loud and long, the sound muffled in his shoulder. There is silence in the alley except for our panting breaths. A siren wails in the distance, and I finally lift my head out of his shoulder.
"I want it," I sigh weakly, and he instantly resumes his work on me, our bodies slapping together fiercely, relentlessly.
"You only...want this shit...from me?" he grunts between thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster, and the sensations of pleasure swallow me quickly, washing over me in wave after dull wave, building and building.
"Yes...God, yes...Shit!" I shriek, body writhing against his, clutching him, grabbing at him as he drives into me mercilessly, pulling at my orgasm, drawing it slowly from the depths of my body, my fingers and toes, deep in my core, luring it out bit by bit.
I curl and curl around his body, my insides sucking at his throbbing dick as it plows into me over and over, my legs tightening around his waist, arms squeezing around his shoulders until I'm shaking with fatigue, waiting and waiting for my release until it hits me all at once. It forces a strained sob from deep in my chest before knocking the breath from my lungs.
I feel him lose it just seconds behind me, almost instantaneously, plunging into me twice more, maybe three times, and shooting thick and hot inside of me until he has nothing left. His weight falls forward against me, trapping me against the wall, breathing so hard, both of us breathing hard. Jesus, you'd think we were having simultaneous heart attacks.
"Don't...ever..." he trails, unable to catch his breath enough to make a complete thought. But I just answer back immediately, already knowing what he wants to say.
"I won't, Lex. I won't."
15
I've been slowly nodding off during The Avengers, which makes sense
because even though it's only a little after 9 PM, I've had to work all day, busting my ass and waiting tables at the restaurant. I still insisted on having this movie night though, just to keep some some sort of normalcy in me and Lex's relationship, especially after all the shit that went down a couple days ago.
I'm sitting up in bed next to him, leaning on his shoulder a bit, but my eyes keep fluttering shut. He kinda jumps during an action scene and I jerk my head up off his shoulder, gasping a little. He looks over at me, laughing softly.
I feel his hand rest on my thigh, his palm smooth and wide, his skin radiating heat through the denim covering my legs, and I take my bottom lip in between my teeth, smiling a bit. It's rare that the two of us can watch a movie without him ending up on top of me. Or underneath me. Or behind me.
I bend my knee up a little so that his hand falls to my inner thigh, sliding down, his fingers almost reaching right where I want them to be. And then the lamp beside the bed flickers.
Flicker.
Flicker.
Flicker.
Darkness. The TV, the lamp, the ceiling fan, the A/C...all off.
I freeze for a moment, Lex's hand still on my leg. It's dark. Not even the kind of dark where you can still make out figures in the room. No, it's darker than that. I feel like I'm blind.
"Shit."
I hear his voice beside me suddenly and I jump, forgetting how close he was sitting.
"God, it's dark." I'm whispering just because I'm intimidated by the stillness of the room. When you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.
"Nah, it's cool."
But as soon as he says it, the front door wiggles a bit, clicking, and of course I fucking lose it. I know that when the pressure changes in the hallway it makes the door jiggle. It's been that way ever since I moved in, but in the dark it freaks me the fuck out.
I whine a little, putting my face in his neck, clutching his arm. "Did you hear that?"
But he just laughs. "Shut up, it was just the door. Go find a light."
"Lex, it's really dark. I'm kinda scared." I laugh at myself when I say it because normally the dark doesn't bother me, but I slowly roll out of my bed in search of a flashlight. I blindly feel my way to the kitchen, knowing my apartment layout well enough to not run into any walls. I reach into the cabinet under the sink, feeling for the large metal handle of the Maglite that I know is hiding somewhere.
I finally feel my fingers around it, pulling it from the cabinet and pushing the soft rubber button, illuminating the kitchen with a beam of light.
"Just looked out the window and it seems like everybody is 'lights out' around here...hey, you found it." Lex emerges from the bedroom and I shine the light in his eyes playfully, making him throw a hand up to shield himself, squinting a little. "Stop that shit," he says, rushing to grab me around the waist roughly with a chuckle.
"Do you think it's the whole building or should you check the breaker box?"
"I like how you said, 'should you check the box'...not really giving me a option."
I giggle. "Well, you're the guy, you know about that shit."
"I'm not a fucking electrician, Leala."
I pout a bit and he groans.
"Fine. I'll look."
I point the flashlight in the direction of the utility room where the washer and dryer are. He follows the path, opening the door to the small room and feeling along the wall for the box. I bring the light into the room to assist his vision and he flips the lid open, staring blankly at the wires and switches inside. I squeeze behind him to shine the flashlight directly over his shoulder, my hips pinned between his ass and the washing machine.
He finally laughs, looking at me over his shoulder. "I have no fucking clue what I'm looking at." And we both laugh. "Hey, it's a little tight in here, huh?" he teases, pushing back at me with his butt, gently shoving me back into the washing machine, and I groan a little.
"Lex, stop!" And he does it again, just to spite me. "Stop, damn it!" But I'm laughing and wrestling with him and these are the little moments I love. Just me and him, goofing off, acting stupid. No drugs, no fights, just us.
I finally reach around between his legs and he doubles over, lifting a knee to protect his goods, and when he leans forward a bit, I quickly escape.
"You bitch!" he yells as he chases me back through the kitchen and into the living room, flashlight beam playing on the wall as I run away from him, squealing a little. I fall onto the couch and pull my knees up to my chest in defense and he reaches out, grabbing at me, teeth gritted but a smile playing on his lips. He suddenly snatches the flashlight from my hand, pressing the button before quickly tossing it aside.
Darkness. Complete fucking darkness. You think dark is just one color, but it's not. There're five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly. Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it doesn't stay still, it moves and changes from one kind of black to another. Saying something is pitch black is like saying something is green. What kind of green? Green like a grasshopper? Green like a cucumber, lettuce, or green like the sky is just before it breaks loose to storm? Well, black is the same way. May as well be a rainbow.
I feel his hands slip off of me and my eyes dart around the room, opening wide, hoping I might inherit night vision because I can't see shit now. I know he's still in the room but I'm not sure where, and if I know Lex like I think I do, I know he's planning an attack, just to scare the shit out of me.
"Hey..."
I hear his voice, low and quiet, but I'm not completely sure which direction it came from. I wait, eyes still wide. I'm looking around but I can't see a fucking thing, and I laugh a little thinking about what I must look like right now.
"Come here..."
His voice is a bit louder now and I stand up slowly off the couch, stepping cautiously out into the room. We both snicker at all of the tense silence and I follow the direction of the sound, my senses heightened from my loss of sight.
"Over here..."
And I'm walking quicker now, hoping to close the space between the two of us before he moves, because that's something he would do. He likes to tease.
"Where are you?" I reach out blindly for him and my hands suddenly bump his chest, now shirtless underneath my fingertips. "Are you just running around taking your clothes off or what?"
He laughs. My hands feel their way down his torso to the waistband of his jeans and I only know his face is lingering close to mine because I can feel his breath warm across my cheek. I jump a little when his hands grab my ass because I couldn't even see him sneaking them around my body.
"It's so weird when I can't see you," I whisper.
"I think it's hot." He says it right against my lips and I kiss his mouth hungrily, lots of lip and even more tongue. I slowly pull away, his full bottom lip between my teeth, and he groans when my hands suddenly leave his body, blindly grabbing for me. I slip away and quickly cross the room, removing my t-shirt and bra along the way.
This could be a fun game.
"Lex?" I whisper into the darkness and I hear rustling across the room where the two of us were just standing, and I know he's moving around just to find me. I can't hear his footsteps in the carpet but I can hear him breathing, just barely, his jeans rustling as his legs pass one another in stride.
I giggle a little in anticipation, my back against the wall, just waiting. Hearing his hands thump against the wall close to me, I moan a little, teasing him, just giving him enough sound to follow.
I suddenly feel his strong hand grasp my waist, still clad in my jeans, and it travels up and up. I hear him groan low in his throat when that same hand brushes against the bare flesh of my belly and up to my breasts.
"Damn, girl."
And I know he wasn't expecting me to be half naked.
He stands in front of me now, hips pressed into mine and I can tell that he's starting to get hard as he takes my breasts in his hands, rolling his thumbs over my nipples, pinchi
ng them to make them stand on end. I'm still pissed because I can't see a damn thing and I usually love to watch his face as he plays with my body, but it's almost better when I can't see him because everything is unexpected.
A moan slides out over my lips as I feel his mouth on me suddenly, his lips closed on one of my nipples, tongue sneaking out to circle the peak slow and lazy while his hand massages the other. I grab at his face, pulling it up and his mouth crashes against mine, his hands groping my breasts, pushing me harder against the wall.
I groan and his hips buck against me, his rigid dick pleading for me through his jeans. "Let's fuck," I breathe out the words boldly, begging against his mouth, but he suddenly pulls away, leaving me frustrated. "Lex, I'm tired of this game now!" I call out into the room and I hear him chuckling softly.
It's been a while since the power went out and it's starting to get hot in my apartment, which irritates me slightly, but mostly I'm just pissed because I want a good hard fuck and he wants to play naked hide and seek. Or whatever this is.
"You better come find me then..." His voice is playful and it pisses me off. He's loving this, getting me all hot and bothered and then disappearing. He's such a fucking tease anyway, but tonight beats anything he's ever pulled. I suddenly wonder where that stupid flashlight is.
"Where are you, Lex?" I step away from the wall a bit, our voices wrapping around each other’s, entwining, and then tugging free, in the pitch black.
"I dunno but wherever I am, I'm buck ass naked."
I almost groan when he says it. I know what that body looks like and even in the dark I can see it in my mind. I flood hot between my thighs in anticipation of just getting my hands on him.
"Are you hard?" But I already know that he is, I just want to get a little pleasure out of this tease-talk that he's started. I step further out into the room, reaching down to unbutton my jeans, tugging the zipper down slow.
He moans a little before answering, "I'm rock solid for you." And I feel my cheeks flush, not sure if it's from the absence of A/C or from the burning deep in my stomach, aching with want for him.
