by Ashley Rose
My voice wavers a bit. "Where are you?"
"Over here..." But his voice is somewhere else, and I stop suddenly. He's really got me going now. "You better come find me. You won't be able to walk tomorrow when I'm done with you..."
My breath hitches in my throat. It's so fucking hot in my apartment now. I'm sure it's been almost twenty minutes since the electricity shut off, and there's no way in hell I can cool off now, being so turned on like this.
I moan a little in frustration, tugging my jeans down my hips and stepping out of them when they pool at my feet, walking further into the room, straining my ears for any indication to where he might be.
"Sure is taking you a long time to find me, baby. I'm getting kinda lonely, playing with my dick and shit." He laughs a little when he says it and I try to picture him in my mind, fingers tight around his shaft, licking his lips as he strokes it slow and steady, just waiting for me. God...
"Stop teasing me!" I'm panting a little now as I pace in the room, pussy soaked and aching, screaming at me to hurry and find him so he can fuck me just the way I like it.
"Oh, this isn't teasing. Teasing would be sliding this big dick inside you...fucking you good and hard...and pulling out right before you cum. And just leaving you there in the dark...all hot and bothered...not even letting you get off..."
His voice is moving as he talks and I know he's circling in the room, keeping me guessing, making me wait. I try to follow his voice, but every time I get near, he's somewhere else. I fucking hate him right now. But I secretly love it because I know we'll both be so turned on that by the time I touch him, he'll take me right then and there, wherever I'm standing.
"Shit, Lex." I'm starting to sweat, my skin barely starting to feel damp, and I run a hand down my neck, swallowing hard.
"Are you naked?" he asks.
I pause for a moment and quickly hook my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, pushing them down to the floor. "I am now."
"Good." He laughs softly. "Damn, I can picture you in my mind. You wanna fuck me, don't you?"
"You know I do."
"Tell me you want to. I wanna hear you say it."
I pause for a moment, trying to catch my breath, still trying to follow his voice, my hands sweating and trembling slightly, seeking him out. If I could just get my hands on him...
"Say it."
His voice has escaped me again, and I sigh loud, moaning in frustration, my palm slapping into the wall where I ended up in my desperate search for him. "Goddammit, Lex!"
He chuckles softly. "Say it. Say you wanna fuck me."
"I wanna fuck you," I answer him immediately, choking out the words.
"How bad?" His voice is low and thick. He's teasing the shit out of me, on purpose. Making me tell him what I want again.
I groan low in my chest, aching so badly between my thighs that I almost want to reach down and touch myself.
"Shit, Lex, I can't wait much longer. I need it. I want you to fuck me all night, pound my pussy until I fucking beg you to stop, and you better give me everything you've got. I better not walk right for days."
I hear him groan at my response.
"Get on the couch."
And that's all he says.
I almost sprint across the room, my knees shaking with expectancy, my breathing already a bit labored, still sweating from the heat in my apartment. I sink down into the scratchy fabric and wait, my heart thumping out of my chest. I'm sure he can probably hear it across the room.
"Where are you?" My tone is impatient, my voice thick with irritation, and as soon as I say the words I feel his hands sink into the back of the couch on either side of my shoulders, and I gasp.
"Right here..."
I feel his breath across my face as he whispers it and I swallow hard. His knees suddenly sink into the cushions on either side of my thighs and my hand rushes out to grip his dick eagerly, both of us moaning in unison. He's so thick and hard in my palm and I moan again, just imagining how he's going to feel inside of me. Slamming into me over and over, pounding me into a frenzied state until I'm pleading and begging him to stop because I can't take anymore.
He sits back onto his knees, running his hands under my ass to lift my hips, setting me against his thighs, and I wait. I wait and tremble because I can't see a fucking thing and I'm expecting him to touch me or taste me any second now. I want this. I want it bad.
But he stops. I squirm, shifting my hips in his hands, whining a bit.
"I wish I could see you right now...all spread out for me like this." He chuckles down at me, suddenly gripping both my wrists in one of his large hands, holding them over my head against the arm of the couch. He lets his other hand skim lasciviously down my body and a low growl rumbles from my chest as my hips press into his, my body begging for what my mouth won't.
He pants as the skin of my thigh caresses his length, his mouth opening against my neck, and he sucks hard on my pulse point, causing me to squirm.
"Are you gonna be a good girl?" he asks condescendingly, reaching between me to rub the tip of his dick against my slit enticingly. His fingers dig into my wrists as he presses the tip of his cock against my dripping entrance, before sliding up to tease my clit again.
A whimper tears from my throat as he rubs the smooth head against my throbbing nub and I let one of my legs wrap around his waist, trying to pull him closer. He's chuckling at me again, rubbing against me tortuously, and I struggle against him, trying to get my hands free.
"Now, now," he drawls, his lips brushing mine as he speaks. He's such an asshole. It pisses me off, sets me on fire, and makes me want him so much that it hurts.
"Goddammit, Lex," I spit, letting my head thump back against the arm of couch. "Just fucking do it."
"Do what?" he asks innocently. How he can make his voice so innocent when he's got me pinned on this fucking couch, I'll never know.
"Fuck me, you asshole," I growl.
"That's not very nice," he chides gently and I whine, letting my head fall to the side in frustration. My pussy is throbbing, the muscles in my stomach cramping from want and he's so close. He's so fucking close to being inside me and I know, I know how good it can be. I want him so bad that tears are pricking my eyes.
"You know you can't stay mad at me," he says and I can feel him grinning, his tongue tracing lazy circles along my chest and over the top of my breasts.
And this sets a new fire in me. Anger, volatile and potent, bursts in my chest and I'm struggling against him again, gritting my teeth and cursing him. I catch him by surprise and I almost get my hands free but he's too quick, slamming my pinned wrists into the arm of the couch painfully.
"Shit, Lex, that hurts!" I yell, thrashing underneath him, and he growls at me.
"Well if you would stop fighting me and shut the fuck up!" he argues and I let out a frustrated groan, body writhing beneath him, his dick still pulsing between my legs but not inside.
"Don't you talk to me that wa—"
My words melt into a yelp as he shoves his entire length into me at once, my back arching off of couch, pleasure ripping through me. My eyes close and I moan as he drags back out before slamming forcefully back in again.
"That shut you up, huh?" he chuckles, his hips gyrating as he thrusts and all I can do is lay back and take it, my legs trembling with pleasure.
"You're such a dick," I grit out but it's punctuated by a moan when he slams into me just right, hitting that spot only he can find.
"Yeah, you're lucky I didn't shove it in your mouth," he responds, his head dropping to my shoulder as I fight to get my hands free.
"Please, Lex," I pant into his ear, my tongue snaking out to lick around the shell. "Please let me touch you..."
He hums in pleasure, his hand finally releasing mine and moving to brace himself over me. My hands are everywhere all at once, wrapping around his waist to grab his ass, feeling him pound into me, sliding around, my nails skittering over the bumps and grooves of his abdomen. I sm
ooth my palms around his back, my hand slicking over his damp skin, feeling his muscles slide over one another.
He fucks me hard and deep, and I swear he's going to split me in half, but I like it. I fucking love it. I groan loud, gritting my teeth, and I'm sure my back will be burnt tomorrow from the friction of the fabric underneath me. He's pushing my shoulders against the arm of the couch, my back rubbing rough against the cushions.
And I scream, one arm gripping the edge of the sofa, the other palm pressed overhead against the couch arm for leverage as he pounds into me again.
"Is this what you wanted?" He grinds out the words from deep in his gut, his breathing labored as he works me relentlessly, his dick throbbing inside me, the skin of my bare ass slapping against his thighs. And I moan loud, almost screaming again.
"Yes!"
"You fucking love this, don't you? You'd let me work your shit all night, huh? 'Til you couldn't even feel it anymore?"
He's pumping faster now, gripping my hips so hard I know the evidence will be clear in the morning, but I don't even care. I can't even speak, I just nod and moan as he plunges into me, rubbing my back raw against the couch cushions without mercy.
It's taking over me fast as he fucks me harder and harder, shoving deep into me, hitting my spot as I start to cum, but he doesn't let up. I scream as he unexpectedly takes a hand between my legs and rolls his thumb aggressively over my clit.
"Lex," I moan as his hips reach a frantic pace, letting my head hang back as he pounds into me over and over. "Mmm, just like that," I pant, just letting myself feel him slide in and out of my body, reveling in the pleasure coursing through my veins.
God, I think this feeling is better than any drug I've ever tried.
"Like that?" he asks, his voice tight in his chest, his hips grinding against mine, fucking me in the pitch black dark of the room.
"Yes," I pant, my body writhing beneath him. "Yes!" I yell, my head falling back again, trying to pull air into my lungs
"Thought so," he chuckles but it turns into a moan when my nails scrape down his back.
"Please..." I beg, my muscles spasming, so close to locking down around him.
He growls, one hand sliding down our bodies, fingers nestling in my folds and pinching my clit. My back arches off the couch as my pussy clamps down around him repeatedly, and I'm screaming his name so loud that it hurts my throat. I feel myself releasing violently all over his dick, my body writhing on the couch, hands clutching his forearms as he grips my hips tighter and slams into me with everything he has, the skin of my back now tender and throbbing.
"Fuck, Leala, I'm gonna cum," he groans, his hips crashing into mine and it's almost too much, my body weak and sensitive from my own orgasm. He grits his teeth and I bring my other leg around his waist, forcing him deeper, working my way to the edge.
He throws his head back and he's grunting from deep in his gut as he finally explodes inside of me, sending a second dull wave of pleasure over my body. His thumb continues to work my clit until my pussy sucks him dry and he collapses over me, his legs trembling from working me so brutally.
My body pulses, throbbing from head to toe as he lays against me, our chests pressed together and slick with sweat. I feel it gathering in the dip of his lower back as I reach my fingers there, my hands trembling against his skin.
He still hasn't moved, hasn't spoken a word, and the air is thick with silence and stillness again, only interrupted by the patterns of our breathing as we both come down from our high.
He finally lifts his head and puts his face into my neck, kissing me, letting his tongue sneak out to taste the salt on my skin, but I still can't move much. My lips find his in the dark and I kiss him quickly, still breathing into his mouth a bit, and I'm lost in it, completely and utterly lost in the tenderness with which he's touching my face. It amazes me how he can fuck the shit out of me one minute and be completely loving and gentle the next. He's the only one that can have me ready to rip his face off, then ready to fuck him, then ready to marry him all within a moment. Only him.
All of a sudden, the lights come on without warning. We both squint our eyes, laughing, and he squeezes me around my waist as I look around the room to see our clothes strewn about.
And that damn flashlight is on the floor, right by the couch.
16
"Hey! Hey, get up!" He's shaking me harshly a couple days later, pulling me from a deep sleep, and I am not happy about it. My eyes open slowly and he's standing next to the bed, leaning over me, fully dressed. "Get up!"
"What the fuck is your problem?" I groan and roll over, dragging the covers over me, but he snatches them back, exposing my naked form.
"You need to go. I have business to handle and I'm not leaving you here alone while I'm gone. Get up!" He trudges into the living room and I hear him rooting around through his things.
"Why can't I just go with you?" I moan and roll around in his bed a bit. I love his bed.
"Because I said so. Get the fuck up and go home. I have business to handle," he shouts from the living room and I roll my eyes.
"I don't wanna go home." I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes and he stomps back into the bedroom, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his messy hair.
"Are you serious right now? I have to meet Tony in thirty minutes and if I'm late, I'm gonna be dead, and on my headstone I'm gonna get them to put, 'The bitch wouldn't get out my bed.' Now get the fuck up!"
"I wanna go with you." I narrow my eyes at him and he scoffs, shaking his head.
"Fuck no, you're not going with me to see Tony."
"Why?"
"Because I could fucking die today, and I don't want you to witness that," he says it very matter-of-factly, and then I realize he's being serious.
"Seriously?"
He sighs, pushing his palm to his forehead, scratching at his hairline, his short nails running through his dark, unruly hair. "Bruce called me this morning and said Tony has been fronting dealers all over the area for powder, you know, trying to get deeper into the shit. Not like he doesn't have enough bank from that weed down in Mexico. Anyway, he went to collect and he got some bathtub shit from a guy out in Ojai, and the motherfucker told Tony that the shit came from me."
My chest tightens. This is what Tony was warning me about.
Tell that motherfucker to stay out of my coke deals...
He continues despite the fact that I'm becoming lost in my thoughts. "How fucked up is that? How is my shit gonna run all the way to Ojai? And Tony knows everything I run is pure! So anyway, he's been running his mouth all over town about how I set him up 'cause I knew he was trying to get his hands on some blow. Well, I called that motherfucker and told him how shit was, and he got fucking worked up about it—"
"So why are you going to see him if he's mad enough to kill you?" I cut him off, and he hesitates, biting at his bottom lip.
"He said if I didn't find him, he would find me."
And in the drug business, that's a statement that you don't take lightly. I'm silent for a moment. This can't be happening. "Fuck that. I'm going."
"You're not going."
But I immediately spring up out of the bed and start pulling my clothes on.
"You're not fucking going!"
I pull my shoes on quickly and head out the front door before he can stop me, but he's right behind me, slamming the door on his way out of the house, and I keep walking to the passenger's side of his truck. I jerk on the handle. "Unlock the fucking door."
"You better just keep your ass walking right down that street and go home. I'll call you as soon as I get back, but I can't have you fucking around while I'm handling business."
"You're not handling business, you're trying to get yourself killed."
"Oh, so you wanna die too, now? You're a fucking piece of work—"
"Open the goddamned door!" I scream at him across the hood of the truck, and he glares at me for a long moment, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to do it, but he finally
surrenders with a sigh, clicking the 'unlock' push-button on his keys before we both open our doors, climbing into our respective seats.
"I can't fucking believe you," he mumbles as he slams his door and slips the key into the ignition, shaking his head.
"Just drive."
We cruise down the 110 and cut over on Slauson into Windsor Hills. And I'm fucking terrified. Lex never runs business down on this side of L.A., but I know that Tony has loyalties here, which is probably why he set up the meet in this part of town. If shit got out of hand, neither Lex or myself would ever be found, and Tony's tracks would be completely covered.
I glance over at Lex, and his jaw is locked, hands gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, but his blue eyes are soft. His eyes are always soft. I pull my knees to my chest and sink into my seat as we approach the intersection and he pulls into the empty parking lot.
"Oh no, don't get scared now. You had to come with me, remember?"
I exhale loudly as he turns the truck off. My insides are trembling, and I jump when his hand touches my face. I'm fucking petrified.
"You need to stay in the truck, okay?" And his voice is soft. Almost too soft, which frightens me even more. I never have to worry about Lex very much when he's wild and aggressive. But when he's calm and quiet, I know he's really trying to get to me on a deeper level. He knows I'm scared, and I think he's really scared, too.
"Leala...hey, look at me."
I don't want to look at him because I'm afraid to see the look in his eyes. If he has fear in his eyes, I'll lose it. I'll completely fucking lose it, because I'm so used to him being a hardass and standing up for me and always getting his way and never being afraid.
"Hey, look at me. Leala..."
I panic inside when he says my name, it's like when your parents call you by your first and middle name when you're in trouble. But I know it's him that's in trouble, not me.
He turns my face gently with his fingertips. "You need to stay here, okay? You need to stay in the truck and lay down in the backseat."
And tears sting my eyes because he's speaking slow and soft, looking at me with intent, and I know he's afraid. I shake my head slowly and he can tell I'm on the brink of crying.
