by T Gephart
“Lexi, you’re so wet.” His eyes blazed as his finger slid inside me.
I felt myself clamp around his hand, trying to control my urge to come. The delayed gratification had made me hypersensitive, but I refused to let go. Not yet.
“Fuck Lexi,” he growled as he thumb slowly circled my clit.
“Now,” I demanded. “I need you inside me now.”
I grabbed at his taut arse and pulled him toward me, his hard length rubbed against me, giving me the right amount of friction as I kissed him passionately.
He wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it a couple of times as he hovered above me. “Yes.” I lifted my hips to meet him, relieving him of any doubt that this is what I wanted.
He slowly guided the head of his cock to my entrance, moving into me one agonizing centimeter at a time. I tried to pull him closer, needing to feel him completely fill me, but he resisted, maintaining control, his need to give me every opportunity to stop dictating the tempo. I couldn’t speak. My body was flooded with sensations, and I struggled to remember how to breathe. I was consumed and the minute I felt him fill me completely I exploded into a million pieces around him. I cried out as my body shook violently, the ripples of release echoing through every fiber of my being. Alex continued to thrust, riding out the wave of my explosive orgasm, teasing every last shudder out of me.
“That’s it baby,” he gripped my hips as he hardened further. “God, it’s been so long.”
I moaned as Alex rocked against me. It felt so good. I tilted my hips higher and wrapped my legs around his waist allowing him deeper access. I met each one of his thrusts, lifting my torso off the bed and needing to hold him. I felt the desire starting to build again as Alex hugged my body close, his mouth feverishly on mine as I panted.
“Yes.” I finally found my voice as he continued to move, deeper and deeper inside of me. His rhythm stayed steady, perfectly controlled. He glided in and out of me with purpose, but without the roughness or desperation that I had anticipated.
“Ahhh…Lexi.” His jaw tightened as he filled me. I could tell he was close.
He adjusted our bodies, angling me so that his cock stimulated my clitoris with every thrust. I cried out as he quickened his pace. “That’s it baby, come with me.” He continued to rock against me as my body tightened around him.
My fingers dug into his back as I felt myself splinter beneath him for a second time and with that he exploded inside of me, allowing himself to finally find his finish.
Our sweat-drenched bodies collapsed into the tangle of matted sheets. His rested his head on mine, the weight of his body still pressed against me.
“Hi,” I mumbled as I tried to regulate my breathing.
“Hi?” He raised an eyebrow curiously.
“I’ve missed you.” I tried in vain to keep the dopey smile from creeping across my face.
“I’ve wanted to Lex, for a long time…” His voice trailed off not wanting to bring up the mention of him despite the obvious elephant in the room.
He rolled off me, nestling me close to his side, his hand slowly stroking my arm, “Baby, are you OK?”
“Better than OK. I would have told you to stop if I wasn’t. Really Alex, I am great.” Honestly the whole time he was making love to me, it was just the two of us. Sure things were intense and I hadn’t come that quickly in a long time, but my body and my mind knew it was Alex. At no time did I associate his touch with memories of my attack. I felt safe, loved. It was hard to explain, but it was like my mind had the ability to recognize the difference.
“Good,” he breathed. I could tell he was still not a hundred percent convinced I wasn’t going to need another round of intense therapy. His eyes wore his unspoken concern.
“Alex, you can ask me anything. I won’t fall apart.”
He continued to stroke my arm but remained silent.
“I wasn’t thinking about anyone or anything but you. It was just us.” I volunteered hoping that me talking about it would give him whatever he felt he needed to open up.
“That’s all I needed to know.” He relaxed his head against the pillow, his sexed up blond hair framing his beautiful face.
I wasn’t sure he was so easily appeased, but I was too tired to argue. The day and night had taken its toll and I felt exhaustion creep in.
He held me, my head rested against his chest as I curled up in his arms. I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
~~~
The obnoxious buzzing of my phone ripped me from my relaxed dream state. It was the first night in a long time that I hadn’t repeatedly woken in panic. It wasn’t necessarily nightmares that plagued me when I would finally let my eyelids close. It was more a weird sensation of falling or unidentified dread that seeped into my mind suddenly and without explanation. I rarely remembered the ‘dreams’, but the emotions stuck with me. It was like being completely enveloped in darkness with no point of reference and then suddenly the floor falls out from under you. I would often be peacefully sleeping only to startle myself awake and find I was safely in bed and the ambiguous emotion was a figment of my imagination. I didn’t bring it up in my therapy sessions. After all I didn’t need Dr. Hart to tell me what it meant. Having competently graduated from my psychology degree from the University of Google and already having a PhD in Lexi I knew it was my mind’s way of coping with the loss of control. There was also the slight possibility, which I was not yet fully willing to admit that I had some of the markings of PTSD, but I was already in therapy so I don’t know what difference further talking was going to achieve. I hated that my jittery nocturnal activities made Alex worry and despite my best efforts – yes, in the ultimate control freak move I believed I could contain it—it was something I couldn’t hide.
Thankfully while Alex stirred, he didn’t wake. His beautiful face remained relaxed, blissfully sleeping while I dealt with the incessant vibration coming from my bedside table.
“Lexi Reed,” I croaked pulling my mobile phone into the bed with me.
“Hey Lexi. Sorry to wake you but this couldn’t wait.” Matt’s measured tone alerted me instantly that trouble was brewing.
“It’s OK Matt, which fire do we need to put out today?” I smiled into the phone. In my world of current insanity, my work made sense to me. Things were able to be broken down into simple task based objectives, problem solving was easy when you had solutions. Not to say that the pace of my job was easy, and trying to keep all parties happy often involved more tricks than a circus performer, but it was something that I was good at.
“Lex, I’m not sure how to say this.” Matt’s voice hesitated blooming with concern. “I got an email from one of my paparazzi sources. Some photos have emerged overnight. Compromising photos.”
I heard the long exhale and my heart filled with dread. Compromising photos are every publicist’s nightmare for the simple reason that it’s hard to argue with undeniable proof. Unlike claims which can often be disproved, even if they have some truth to them, photographic evidence required more than a creative spin. It was those times you hoped the photo was blurry, the subject unclear or the origin questionable. Matt wouldn’t have called me if he didn’t believe the authenticity of the photos, especially not this early in the morning.
“Who?” I swallowed, though I suspected it was more than likely to be Dan. Who else? If one band member was stretching the cliché of the rock and roll lifestyle, it was Dan.
“Alex,” Matt sighed. “Lexi I’m sure there is an explanation for the photos, but it’s definitely him. My first instinct was to bury them, but I knew you’d have my balls if I didn’t come to you on this. I feel like a complete A-hole, but we’re his PR so we have to contain this shit. I’m sorry. What do you want me to do?”
“Alex?” I must have heard wrong. There was no way it could be him. No way. It must be someone who looked like him. It couldn’t be Alex. “Matt, when were these photos taken? Can you inbox them to me?” I still wasn’t convinced that they were authen
tic.
“Yeah, I guess. Damn it Lexi, I’m torn here. I know my job dictates I look at this objectively ensuring our client is looked after and I get that, but it’s Alex, and my gut tells me that he wouldn’t hurt you. Ah heck, just make sure you ask him about it before you fly off the handle and if shit has gone down… just talk to him and then call me back.”
Matt ended the call before I got a chance to say a proper goodbye. I knew it must have been awkward for him. As easy as it sounds to separate work and personal life ours had become so intermeshed it was natural that his feelings were frayed. If this was any other client we would simply contain the photos. Plain and simple. It wasn’t our job to judge and it certainly wasn’t our job to get an explanation. Every once in a while there was a leak of questionable material for personal gain—shocking I know—but it wasn’t just celebrities with pending reality shows who were doing this. Businesses, corporations and governments did it too, and while those revelations might completely rock a layperson to the core, it didn’t shock a seasoned public relations manager. We expected it. However, regardless of the origin, the publicist’s role is to remain neutral and make sure their client’s reputation is preserved. Enter Lexi Reed, who is also Lexi Stone, married to one client and friends with the rest of them. Nothing like that little complication to skew objectivity.
I was careful not to wake Alex as I grabbed my iPad from the floor beside me. Of course part of me wanted to wake up him the hell up and demand an explanation for photos I hadn’t yet received and/or knew the content of. Probably throwing in a good dose of Fuck You and Arsehole because nothing brings gravity to a situation like an expletive. That would be Lexi Stone, wife. But Lexi Reed, PR Exec needed to find out the facts and ascertain if there was in fact a case to be answered. See where the fun comes in? Can someone say complete head fuck?
My inbox pinged as the incoming message from Matt arrived. My finger hovered over the screen as I hit download for the attachment. Slowly the photo came into view.
“Fuck.” One word. That’s all that was needed to sum up the shitfullness of the situation. I know shitfullness is not an actual word, but it should be, and if I didn’t have bigger issues I’d be campaigning the offices of Merriam Webster. The photo was of Alex. There he was, the sexy badass, with his flawless face and sexy smile in the clutches of a groupie whore. Not any ordinary groupie whore, but the very one who stupidly made out with her rock star husband in a public place and didn’t stop to think that maybe some arsehole with a camera phone might upload that shit onto the internet. So there it was. Now, how do you deal with it so Alex doesn’t look like a cheating bastard or that I might require a straight jacket? Of course the massive upside—look at me with my glass is half full attitude—is that while the photos are authentic they aren’t at all scandalous, nor do I have to remove my husband’s testicles from where they lovingly hang now.
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through to Matt’s number, mentally kicking my own arse for being so stupid.
“Lexi?” Matt answered on the second ring, obviously awaiting my call.
“It’s Alex. But the girl in the photo isn’t some random. It’s me.”
“You?” Matt guffawed. “Holy shit, it doesn’t even look like you. What the hell are you wearing? Clearly the press didn’t know it was you.”
“Clearly they didn’t. And you can stop laughing now too, we still have a situation to deal with.” So much for my ingenious disguise, at least I got one night out of it, and what a night it had been.
“You coming in today?” Matt continued to chuckle. My stupidity was sure to amuse him, at least in the short term.
“Yeah, I’ll be there around nine. Don’t make any statements until then.” I felt lips press up against my back as Alex circled his arms around my waist. “I’ll see you when I get in.”
“Yep, I’ll word up Anna. Bye Lex.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You know,” Alex pulled me closer, his body leaving no doubt that he was very much awake and very much aroused. “Waking up with you naked in our bed, hearing you all pissed on the phone, it’s kinda like old times.” He gently nibbled at my ear. “And I don’t know if I’ve told you, but I have a thing for the classics.”
I turned my head and found his mouth as my body shifted to face him. “Mmm,” he hummed against my lips. “You want to talk about it?”
“No.” I gently bit the corner of his mouth as I continued to kiss him. My hands travelled down his chiseled torso and rested at the base of his abs.
“Well then.” He tiptoed his fingers down my back and grabbed my arse. “Let’s find a better use for that aggression.”
Chapter 5
Back in the Saddle
MORNING SEX with Alex was always spectacular. It’s not like evening, afternoon or even middle of the night sex wasn’t great, ’cause it was. It was better than great, it was amazing. But, there was something about the hurried sexual frenzy before starting the day that made it more… wow. Like trying to defuse a bomb while the timer is ticking down, I did some of my best work under pressure. This morning had been all that and more. Firstly because it had been a really long time since we’d had morning sex, the last time being in my old apartment in Melbourne, which was a really long time ago and more because even though Alex was still cautious, last night had gone a long way toward relieving his fears. He was less restrained than last night and definitely less controlled. It was mind blowing. I had almost decided to call Matt and tell him to deal with photo mess on his own, reasoning it would be good for his professional development, but I didn’t. My absence from the office had been long enough, and I wasn’t about to let someone else clean up a mess I had made myself.
After some more morning sex in the shower—It’s a wonder I made it to work at all—I eventually told Alex about the sexy photos of him and his hot mystery woman. He, like Matt had thought it was hysterical. Yep, it was a motherfucking riot. One that we still had made no comment on despite the photos showing up on various internet sites. I wasn’t embarrassed about the candid shots, more annoyed that our intimate reconnection was now news. Meh, whatcha gonna do? Hannah’s words had never rung more true.
“Hiya Lex!” Anna’s smiling face welcomed me as I entered our office.
“Hey Anna.” I smiled as she gave me a light hug.
“It’s so good to see you up and about.” Anna shuffled awkwardly in her spot.
I guess it was always going to be weird coming back to work after everything that had happened. We hadn’t had a real conversation since her move to New York. Almost all of the work related issues I needed to discuss had been vetted with Matt, and I hadn’t been overly social since my return from hospital. So it was no surprise that there was an uneasy distance between us. After all, Hallmark doesn’t exactly have a card for Thanks for the job and the apartment, sorry your life went down the toilet. There really was a deficiency in the greeting card market.
“Good morning Lexi.” Matt burst through the door with a tray of takeaway coffees, his beautiful smile lighting up his clear blue eyes. He really was a genuinely decent human being. “Here, I know you aren’t crazy for coffee.” He handed me a cup and gave me light peck on the cheek. “So I got you a Mocha.”
“Thank you.” I cradled the paper cup in my hand while I gave him a hug. “I am in desperate need of caffeine this morning.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Matt handed Anna her latte. “Perhaps you need to cut down on the late night make out sessions in random clubs.” Matt shot me a wink.
Anna smirked, demonstrating she had been fully briefed as she sat down at her workspace.
“Ha ha,” I mused sarcastically. “I am drawing up a statement. You can distribute it after I’m done.”
“No problem, boss,” Matt quipped as he squeezed past me and moved to his desk.
The office itself was huge by Manhattan standards, but with three desks and three people’s crap crammed in, it had lost a lot of its original appeal. It was p
robably time to think of an upgrade, like other areas of my life—it was in need of change.
The day progressed surprisingly normal. My first point of business was to draft a statement, the first one I had personally addressed since my return, thanking everyone for their well wishes and concern. I then reiterated that I was unable to discuss any information regarding my assault as the case was still pending before the courts, but that I was doing well and was happy to be back. After the formalities were taken care of I then explained the infidelity that had never occurred. Moving out of my comfort zone and speaking candidly, I expressed my desire to let my hair down without the looming press presences. It was because of those feelings and my need for privacy that I went to out in disguise. The photos plastered all over gossip sites were not of Alex Stone and a seedy one-night hook-up, but in fact of the two of us trying to be a normal couple without the ever-present watchful eye of the media. I knew that no doubt some people would see my attempt as pathetic or juvenile, but their reaction was not important for me. I was also not naïve enough to think that I could move forward without an explanation. With Alex, the loss of a certain amount of anonymity came with the territory; I’d always known this, so there was no point bitching about it now.
Of course my inbox was flooded with requests for interviews and further information, all of which were tactfully declined. It was lunchtime before I stopped to take a break and was finally able to check my phone messages. Predictably there was one from Alex. I couldn’t help but smile as I read his message.
Dear random seductress, the photos of us (while quite fetching) are all over the internet and I do believe you made assurances that my wife was not going to find out. I believe you made other promises as well, ones that involved “sucking” and “my cock”. I would like to explore this more thoroughly seeing as my wife is probably out shopping for a divorce lawyer. xx
