by S. Nelson
“I’m not interested in her.” I took a step closer. “I only want you.” I took another step in her direction, forcing her to look up at me.
“Since when?” she barked. “Since when do you want me, Alek? Because you’ve made it very clear the opposite is true.” She backed up when I took another step forward, forcing her against the edge of the vanity. “What happened to Cora? Couldn’t convince her to stick around?”
The simple mention of her name instantly put me on guard. I hated that she hurt Sara with her confrontation and lies, but at the time, it seemed the best way to push Sara away, to make her angry with me, thinking I was leaving her for my ex-fiancée. Obviously, it was the wrong path to take. I had to tell her the truth.
“I never had any intention of getting back with her. She showed up out of the blue. You have to believe I had no idea she would show up at my house or that she ever had a conversation with you. She didn’t tell me about it until after you left.”
“I don’t believe anything you say to me. Once upon a time, I did. But not anymore.” Her body betrayed her words, her heaving chest playing a different tune than what she was saying. Nervously, her tongue wet her bottom lip and it drove me insane. All I wanted to do was bite it, begging for entrance to taste her one more time.
It’s now or never.
I was quick. I pinned her against the counter so she couldn’t move. My mouth was on hers before she could even protest. Trying to push me away, she struck my chest with her fists, but I didn’t budge.
I couldn’t back away.
I had to make it right again.
“Please forgive me, Sara,” I said, breaking our connection for a brief moment. “I thought I was making the right choice to keep you safe.” Never giving any indication she heard my pleas, she continued to fight me. I had no choice but to grab her flailing hands and pin them behind her back, forcing her breasts to jut out with the re-positioning of her arms.
“Get off me. I don’t want you, Alek. Let me go.” She was so angry with me but I knew if I was able to convince her to be with me, to have her crave our connection again, she would change her mind. But I wouldn’t force her. She had to want it as much as I did. It didn’t mean I’d release her hands, though; it simply meant I had to seduce her into submission.
“I know you want me deep inside you, baby. Please, let it happen. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” I whispered in her ear, nipping at her lobe before I ran my tongue down the side of her lovely throat.
Her only response was to throw her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to me. I smiled. It was a start.
I moved in closer, pressing my cock against her belly, trying to find some sort of comfort, but the only thing I found was frustration. When she felt me against her, she wriggled, a moan escaping her luscious lips. I released her wrists while still lavishing her neck with my mouth, nipping and sucking as if I couldn’t get enough. My goal was to place her on top of the vanity, a perfect position for me to slide inside her. But my trust she would give in faltered when she reached out and slapped me. It came out of nowhere. The look of surprise on my face was telling. I never saw it coming, not even for a second.
I knew I’d hurt her so badly, and if she needed to strike out at me to help release some of her pain then I would gladly allow her to do so. I took a step back, resting my hands at my sides and nodding in understanding.
She struck me again, the sting from her slap settling into my skin like the punishment I deserved. My jaw tightened and my nostrils flared, but I would stand there and take as much as she had to give me.
Preparing for more of her hurt to lash out at me, I was stunned to find she was finished. Her face was expressionless, the only indication she was hurting was the buildup of tears in her eyes. Hitting me again was a much better choice than having to witness her tears. Physical pain I could deal with; it was the emotional pain that tore me up inside.
“I’m so sorry for hurting you, baby. More than you’ll ever know.”
One tear escaped and slid down her cheek. She was gripping the edge of the vanity so tight her hands were turning white.
I dared to move in closer still, nuzzling my head into her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent almost undid any amount of sanity I was holding onto.
“Please, forgive me.” I kissed her throat. “If you give me one more chance, I promise I’ll never disappoint you ever again. I swear on my life. Please.” I rained kisses all along her jaw, slowly inching closer to her mouth. “I love you, Sara. I thought it was the right choice. I now know what a huge mistake it was.” I nipped at her bottom lip, running my tongue over the slight sting. “I can’t breathe without you.”
More tears escaped as she stared at me. Brushing my thumbs across her cheeks, I did my best to wipe them away. Each one sliced through my heart. I vowed right then and there to never make her cry ever again.
Resting my lips over hers, I waited for her to make the next move. It took her a minute, but she pushed her lips to mine, all the while still holding steady to the marble vanity. I was beyond thrilled she’d finally allowed herself to react to me, in a good way.
I claimed her mouth nice and slow, teasing her as my tongue savored her. We provoked each other for what felt like forever. In reality, it was but a few minutes.
The woman standing in front of me drove me out of my mind. Thankfully, I knew I was going to enjoy the ride.
~26~
Sara
I tried my best to hold on to the last shred of my control. But it was wavering, slowly dissipating with each passing second. I didn’t want him. To be more accurate, I didn’t want to want him. Being next to him, having him invade my personal space, hands touching me, mouth claiming me, he was making me feel again. I wanted to stay numb. It was so much easier to function, to go through the mundane parts of everyday life, if I remained emotionless.
His pleas tore me apart. I knew he was sincere when he spoke and I wanted to forgive him. I really did. But he’d hurt me so badly, I knew it was going to take more than a simple I’m sorry and a few minutes of enrapture to convince me to give him another chance.
He’d finally broken the kiss and I didn’t press any further. I wanted to see what he was going to do next. What I should’ve done was push him away and walk right on out of there, but I didn’t. I couldn’t find the strength to walk away from him again. Not until there was some sort of resolution, or at the very least a promise to…to what? I didn’t even know. I was so confused. He knew what he was doing by locking us in the ladies room together. Alone. Where he could break me down with something as simple as his touch.
“Sara,” he said, gripping my waist as he pulled me into him. “Please give me another chance. I swear you won’t be disappointed.”
His tongue slipped from his mouth to wet his bottom lip. I didn’t think he even knew what he was doing to me with that one simple action. My eyes were fixated on his mouth. I loved the taste of him. Hungry for more, I tilted my chin up so his mouth hovered over mine but he never moved, which was surprising. Believing he was letting me lead, I trusted he wouldn’t push me too far. Not before I was ready.
He pulled back, and the look he gave me held such intensity I almost forgot why I was ever angry with him.
Almost.
“Do you want this?” he asked, hands moving around to my lower back, sliding down and cupping my cheeks as he slowly grinded against me. “Do you want me?” The regret in his eyes told me everything I wanted to know. He was truly sorry for hurting me, and I believed he would never do it again.
I never directly answered his questions, instead telling him something I wanted to say a week before but never did. “I missed you,” I whispered, placing my lips back against his.
A groan fell from his mouth as he kissed me again, this time with an undeniable fervor. His hands slid underneath my dress, his fingers teasing my inner thighs until I widened my stance, allowing him the access he needed.
I was done with hurting.
I was done with denying myself the smallest bit of pleasure.
I gave in to him.
To us.
Grabbing my waist, he hoisted me onto the vanity, hiking my dress up so I was exposed. Palming me over my panties, he teased me until I became slick with arousal. Shifting the lace material to the side, he pushed a finger between my swollen folds but didn’t go further. He was allowing me to lead. I would give him consent when I was ready. Little did he know he wouldn’t have to wait long at all.
“Please,” I begged, running my hands through his hair and pulling him closer. “Alek, please.” My begging broke him. He thrust two fingers deep inside me, wasting no time by curving his fingers to rub against the sweet spot he knew would drive me crazy.
“Goddamn it, Sara,” he moaned. “I can’t take much more.” He cradled his head into the crook of my neck. “Please, tell me I can have you. Please, tell me you’re not going to torture me and make me wait to claim what’s mine.” His free hand moved up my body and pulled down the top of my dress. With the skill only he possessed, he freed my breast and teased me first with his fingers then with his glorious mouth.
It was too much. Everything hit me like a tidal wave all at once. The hurt and despair etched into my very existence, all came crashing down on me. Then there was the pleasure, overshadowing anything I’d felt over the past three months. Seeing Alek again was almost surreal. I never thought I would lay eyes on him ever again, and there he was, looking for me at the bar a week ago.
Then I walked into the same restaurant he owned with Kael. What the hell were the chances?
I was thrown from my thoughts when the familiar pull coiled in my belly. His thumb was stroking my clit as his fingers thrust inside me. “Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned. “Faster. Do it faster.” There was no time for shame or shyness. I had one goal in mind, and I was going to claim it no matter what.
He strummed me faster, giving me exactly what I cried for. Gripping his shoulders, I spread my legs wider and pumped against his hand. My walls tightened and he knew what was happening. He barely latched onto my mouth to swallow my screams as I came. He never let up, simply slowing down his movements as my orgasm subsided.
“I want you to take me, Alek,” I demanded, reaching down and unhooking his belt from his pants.
“I can’t believe I’m going to ask you this, but…are you sure?” He smiled, but there was no denying the serious tone to his question.
“Yes, I am.”
I was tired of overthinking everything.
I wanted him to move inside me.
I wanted him to continue to devour me with his kiss.
I wanted to be his very lifeline, his only breath.
Moving my hands away, he ripped off his belt, unhooked the button and slid his zipper down. Pushing his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs, I was left with the sight of his thick cock in his hand. It always excited me and I made a mental note to demand he pleasure himself in front of me, exactly like what I’d done for him.
“Are you all right? You seem overly flushed.” His brow arched as he drank in my wanton state.
“You know damn well what you do to me. Now, will you please ravage me?” I tempted.
“Well, when you ask like that…”
Leaning back on the vanity, I raised my legs so my feet were resting on the edge as well, fully exposed and ready for him to do whatever he wanted. He lowered himself until his face hovered over my slick need. One swipe of his tongue and I was a goner. To add to his sweet torture, his thumb lightly grazed my clit, the smallest touch setting off fireworks. He continued to rub my sensitive bundle of nerves, his mouth closing over me until I was set to explode. Soft mewls escaped me as he continued to work my body.
The image of his head buried between my thighs was enough to make me combust but before I even found my rhythm, he retreated. Hoisting me up, he lowered me back down, never taking his hands from me until my feet were firmly on the ground.
Looking perplexed, I asked, “What are you doing?” Without answering, he gently turned me around to face the mirror.
“I want you to watch yourself as you come all over me, Sara.” Flipping back up my dress, he pushed me forward so I was bracing myself on the counter. I heard the noise from the condom wrapper before he positioned himself at my entrance. I looked up into the mirror and his eyes instantly found mine. He smiled as he slid inside me, inch by inch, until he was in so deep he pressed against my womb.
At first he moved slow, relishing finally being able to take me again after so long. But the more time passed, the more his grip on my waist tightened. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning his head into the side of my neck. His breath tickled my skin, his kisses driving me beyond the brink. “Look at me, baby. Look at what you do to me.”
My eyes fixated on our reflection and what I saw was my absolute undoing. His eyes were laced with desire, his teeth clenched in anticipation of our unraveling. Together.
His gyrations stroked the simmering burn, tightness curling its way down my belly and unfolding at the apex of my thighs.
He knew I was close.
He knew the changes in my breathing when I was right on the edge.
“Alek…I’m there,” I panted. “I’m right there.” My grip on the counter intensified, allowing me to meet his every thrust.
Our dance was perfect.
With each stroke, he managed to tear down another piece of my fortress, an invisible structure I’d built to protect my heart.
During the height of our joining, I’d absently closed my eyes. Resting his hands on my throat, he whispered in my ear, “Look how beautiful you are, baby.” Once I’d locked eyes on him again, on us, I willfully dove off the cliff, free-falling into the pleasurable abyss he was raining all over my body.
“Fuck!” he panted. “I can’t hold out anymore.” With a few more punishing drives, he shouted out his own release. His forehead rested between my shoulders. Clearly he was spent, but I never stopped moving. I wanted to slowly milk every last bit of his pleasure. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to be ready to go again in two minutes.”
“Two minutes? Really? That long?” I teased.
“That’s not long, considering I’m still not done coming inside you.” Wow!
Once he’d finally slipped from my body, something changed. I hadn’t regretted what we’d done, but a wave of unexpected emotions washed over me. I needed time. Time by myself to sort through everything and make sure I was making the right decision by giving him a second chance. Or should I say third chance?
Fixing my dress, I disappeared into the nearest stall to clean myself up before going back out into the restaurant. Surely, Alexa was wondering what had happened to me. Although I’d only been gone twenty minutes, it was enough of an absence to garner questioning.
As I washed my hands, I made sure to avoid looking at him. If I made eye contact or touched him in any way, I would throw all caution to the wind and take him back without question. Although it was a path I was almost certain I was going to take, I needed some time to be certain.
“I have to go, Alek.”
He moved closer, reaching out to try and pull me into him. When I moved back, the look on his face almost killed me. He thought I was slipping away again, and it almost crushed him.
“Why are you pulling away from me, Sara? I told you how sorry I was. I meant it,” he pleaded. “I’ll do anything you need. Just tell me. Please.”
I was going to release his worry right then but I decided to let him wallow in a little bit of doubt. For a while. He deserved it after what he put me through.
“Give me the night to sort through everything.” They were my parting words to him. As I brushed past him on my way to the door, our hands touched, sending a bolt of electricity through both of us.
There was no way I’d ever be able to break the hold which locked us together. I knew it, and so did he. A slight smile graced his mouth
as I disappeared from his sight.
Rushing toward our table, all eyes were locked on me as I approached, and guilt swirled up inside me. “Are you okay, Sara?” James asked as he stood to pull out my chair. But I wasn’t staying.
“I’m not feeling too well.” I looked first at my date, giving him a slight smile before locking eyes with Alexa. “Can you give me a ride home, please?”
“Of course.” There was no hesitation on her part as she leaned over and whispered something in Braden’s ear before grabbing her things and ushering me out the door.
I filled her in on everything, from my little talk with Kael to having sex with Alek in the ladies room. To say she was shocked was an understatement, but as she made her way to our apartment, she smiled, knowing her best friend was coming back to her.
As I laid my head on my pillow and drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder what the following day would bring.
~27~
Alek
What the hell happened? One second, I was buried in her sweet body and the next, she ran from me. I thought we were making progress, yet she said she needed the night to think things over.
Sara liked to overthink, and it could mean the difference between me living again or wasting away without the love of my life next to me. I wouldn’t push her, though. As hard as it was, I was going to give her the time she needed. But rest assured, I’d be on her doorstep come early-morning light.
I cleaned myself up and gathered whatever was left of my composure before exiting the bathroom. As soon as I walked out, Kael was standing directly in front of me, blocking my path to the bar.
