by Alexis Angel
To say she’s perfect is almost an insult.
“You’re not gonna disappear again, are you?”
Yeah, you better bet that’s what’s going to happen, I think to myself, but I can’t bring myself to say it.
“I…I just need a drink,” I tell her, and the elevator doors swing open right when I say it.
Shaking her head, she takes one step forward and laces her arm in mine, dragging me inside the elevator.
“Let’s go to the bar downstairs.”
Not a trace of hesitation in her voice. She just tells it like it is, leaving me no room to protest.
Ah, what the fuck. I need a drink anyway. Anything to numb the disappointment.
Downstairs, I follow her all the way toward the dimly lit bar, and we take a seat at the counter. The place is deserted, except for a couple on the far-end of the counter. Chet Baker’s playing on the stereo, the mellow sound of his voice adding a final touch to the scene.
“Whiskey, straight,” I tell the bartender, “and make it double.”
“Same here,” Kat says with a quick nod.
“Your daughter’s asleep upstairs, and you’re drinking whiskey?” I ask her, more curious than anything.
Katherine was always the responsible one, and I don’t see that changing.
But you never know.
“My daughter?”
“Yeah, the little girl on your couch.”
“You’ve always been an idiot, you know that?”
She sighs, rubbing her forehead with one hand as she takes her whiskey glass with the other. Downing the whole thing at once, she turns around in her seat to look at me.
“That was Anna. She’s my niece.”
“Your…niece?”
“My niece,” she repeats patiently. “My sister and her kid are spending the week with me.”
“So…you don’t have children?”
“No.”
“But…you’re married, right?”
“No.”
“No? But—”
“But what? Your heard that Philip proposed, I bet…but so what? I said no. We broke up before I went to college, and I never married.”
Holy fucking shit.
Am I hearing this right? Have I been the King of Idiots for twelve years straight?
That has to be a fucking record.
“Say that again.”
“I don’t have any children. I’m not married. And now…” she lowers her voice, still looking straight into my eyes, and smiles seductively.
“Now I want to know why you came all the way here after all this time.”
Shit, shit, shit.
What do I say?
I can’t exactly tell her I’ve been in love with her since I was ten, can I? And that all the fucking songs I wrote were, in one way or the other, inspired by her? And that all of my fucking life has always been about her, the one fucking woman I couldn’t get out of my head?
Oh, man, what’s happening to me?
“So?” She insists. My heart’s thumping so loudly I can barely hear myself think.
Grabbing my whiskey, I do what Kat did and down the whole thing at once, throwing my head back and allowing the whisky to burn its way down my throat.
There, much better.
“I…I don’t know,” I tell her, allowing my gaze to drift from her.
Fucking coward, I think to myself. Just tell her the truth.
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t…” I say, shaking my head as I ask the bartender for another round.
We sit there in silence, my heart still kicking like a motherfucker, and I look around the bar looking for an emergency exit. I’ve never been good at this shit.
Yeah, don’t tell anyone I told you this but…I’ve never told any woman before that I loved her.
I don’t do feelings—I do whiskey shots, and I do marathon sex sessions. No more, no less.
So, you see, I’m kinda lost here.
That’s when I spot the couple at the other side of the bar. They’re talking in a hushed tone, but I can still hear fragments of their conversation.
“Evan, it’s just that…I don’t know,” the woman says, looking at Evan as if he’s made of pure fucking gold.
He has a nice posture, a tailored suit, and looks like a fucking movie star. If he isn’t made of gold, he’s probably the next best thing.
“Emilia, listen to me,” he says, cutting her short with a wave of his hand.
Reaching for her, he grabs her chin and makes her look straight into his eyes.
“I don’t give two fucks about how different we are. All I know is that I love you.”
The way he said it…it was raw.
Pure fucking intent right there. I sit there, just watching as Emilia’s little mouth opens into a smile, and she mouths these three magic words back at her date.
I don’t hear whatever the guy’s response is, but judging by the hasty way they pay their bill and leave, I’d wager it was something along the lines of “Let’s get out of here and fuck each other’s brains outs.”
Beautifully done.
And it was easy.
“Hey.”
Kat’s voice, again. She snaps her fingers in front of my face.
“Earth to Alex. Are you here?”
“I am,” I whisper, turning to her again.
I take a deep breath, allow my gaze to linger on hers, and then I lean in and kiss her.
Just like that.
Simple, easy…and raw.
“I love you,” I say, feeling that burning raw intent inside of me.
Well, shit, no wonder my intent is raw—this is the fucking truth I’m spouting.
“I’ve always loved you, Kat. Ever since I was a kid…but then I thought you were going to get married, and I simply had to go. I couldn’t stay around for that. But I think of you everyday. Not a second goes by that I—”
“Hush,” she whispers, a soft smile on her lips as she places her index finger over my lips.
With that, she leans into me and presses her strawberry lips on mine.
“I think you’ve said it all.”
Four
Katherine
Grabbing him by the hand, I drag him out of the bar.
I feel as if I’m walking on clouds, my feet lighter than I’ve ever felt them. I can’t believe that, after all these years, Alex made his way back to me.
Is this a fairy-tale I’m living in?
I’ve always loved you, his words come back at me, and I can’t help but smile.
Stopping right before the elevator, I turn to look at him and place both my hands on his chest.
“You’ve always been an idiot, Alex,” I purr, my index finger gently going down from his chest to his stomach.
“Is that so?”
“That’s so,” I nod. “Twelve years you’ve been gone, and all that because of your dumb imagination. We were friends for so long, and I was…I was always waiting for you to do something about it. About us.
“But you never did. When Phillip proposed to me, I said no, and we broke up on the spot…all because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“But then I was gone,” he says, his voice tainted with regret.
“You were gone,” I agree, and I allow my index finger to go further down, over his belt and straight to his crotch. Flattening the palm of my hand there, I feel my heart tightening as something long and hard grows against my fingers.
“Let’s not waste a second more, then,” he whispers, leaning in and brushing his lips against my ear.
At the same moment, the elevator doors swing open, and we almost tumble inside it, his large hands now sitting on my hips.
“Where are we going?” he asks me, his eyes brimming with hunger and desire.
“Nowhere,” I merely say, and punch the Hold button on the elevator, forcing him to stop its climb up the Bradford.
“I like the sound of that,” he whispers again, pushing me back against the close
d doors.
I gasp as I feel my back against it, and I throw my head back as his hands slide down the side of my body. Gently, his fingertips go around my waist and down the curve of my ass, and he pulls me to him.
I feel his hard cock pulsing against my inner thigh. Reacting on pure instinct, I reach for it and grab it hard.
“You can’t believe how many times I’ve thought of this,” I confess, my eyes still closed as he leans in and starts kissing my neck, his teeth grazing my skin softly.
“But now we’re here.”
With that, he takes one hand down my leg, straight onto the hemline of my dress, and I hold my breath as I feel his fingers sliding underneath it. When his fingertips brush against my inner thigh, I can’t help it—I let out a subdued moan, the sound of it so perfect, I almost can’t believe this is really happening.
When he finally presses his fingers against my drenched thong, my whole blood starts boiling.
Oh, god, have I ever been this wet?
We’ve barely started, and I can tell that there’s a tidal wave of pleasure coming my way.
“I want to make you mine,” he whispers, and I react by throwing both my arms over his shoulders. With both hands on his face, I pull him into me and press my forehead against his.
“Then do it,” I purr and then crush my lips on his.
As I do it, he flicks the wet fabric of my thong to the side and presses his thumb over my clit while he caresses my aching pussy lips with his index finger. Before I know it, he slides his finger inside me like a hook, taking it straight to that pleasure center hidden deep inside of me.
Just like that, I come.
I don’t know how he did it, but pleasure has erupted inside of me, a bolt climbing up my spine and setting fire to my mind. I throw my head back once more as my eyes roll in their orbits, every single fiber in my body twitching as electricity runs wild through me.
“My turn,” I find myself saying and, with both hands on his chest, I give him a push.
He takes two steps back, and that gives me the opening I need: moving fast, I go down on my knees in a fraction of a second, my fingers flying straight to his belt. I unbuckle it with quick movements, my fingers working in a hurry, and then I pull down the zipper on his pants.
“Oh, god,” I whisper as I see the shape of his cock tenting his dark boxer briefs.
Its outline is so thick and long that I can’t even think straight.
Where the hell has Alex been all my life?
“This,” I continue, tracing the outline of his cock with my index finger, only stopping when I’m grabbing at the fabric of his boxers. “This is mine. From now on, this belongs to me.”
With that, I yank both his pants and boxer briefs down, holding my breath as his cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on its tip. Slowly, and never taking my eyes out of his, I lean in, part my lips, and then rest them on the tip of his cock. As I roll my lips down the length of his cock, I finally close my eyes and savor the warmness of his long member inside my mouth, all of his raw desire pulsing against my tongue.
“Fuck, Kat,” he groans, resting his hands on the top of my head and tangling his fingers in my hair.
As he gently starts rocking his hips, I bob my head back and forth, devouring all of his length as if I needed to do it in order to survive. The saltiness of his pre-cum tastes delicious, and I can’t help myself—I start sucking on him as I stroke him at the same time, with one hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock.
I’m hell-bent on making him come like this.
“No,” he groans, pushing my head back and forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.
I look up at him, and my heart stops as I see the wicked grin on his lips.
“Don’t even think about it…we’re not done yet.”
Five
Alexander
Fuck, how did I ever survive without this?
The way her fingers caress my cock, the way her lips and tongue savor my flesh…I’m struggling not to come right now.
“C’mere,” I tell her, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her up to her feet.
Grabbing her by the ass, I pull her up and into me. She laces her legs around my waist and throws her arms over my shoulders, reacting fast.
“Make me yours…all the way,” she purrs, her voice dripping with desire.
I don’t even bother with replying—I just look into her eyes, and then lean in and kiss her fiercely, our tongues locked in a vicious fight.
I move one hand underneath her dress, my fingers taking their time as they make the climb up to her thighs, and then I just grab her thong. Pulling it against her outer thigh, I don’t stop till I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart. I let the thong fall from my fingers then, and it simply floats down to the floor, forgotten at our feet.
“All the way,” I repeat back to her, angling my cock and resting its tip right between her pussy lips, the wet warmth of her body making my fucking soul boil from the inside out.
Slowly, I start sliding my cock inside her tight pussy, and I actually have to grit my teeth and hold my breath to stop myself from coming.
I spent more than twelve years imagining how it’d be to share a moment with her like this, and now…now that I get to experience it, it’s so fucking better than anything I could’ve imagined.
The way she smells, the way she tastes…it’s fucking perfection.
Dreams do come true after all.
Fuck, I sound like such a wimp right now…but it’s the fucking truth.
“I love you, Kat…I love you so fucking much,” I tell her as I start to thrust, every movement of my body like the most perfect fucking thing.
There’s harmony to the way our two bodies work together. Swear to god, if someone told me being with a woman could be this good, I wouldn’t believe them.
Not for a second.
“I love you too, Alex…always did,” she whispers, her lips looking for mine once more.
Fuck, I can’t even start to describe how it feels like to hear those three words tumbling down from her perfect little lips. I almost want to pinch myself just to make sure that I’m not having some whiskey-fueled hallucination.
But no—the tightness of her pussy, the warm eagerness of her mouth, and the way her breasts are mashed against my chest…all that tells me that this is as a real as real can ever be.
Surrendering to the fire that’s devouring us both, we simply kiss and let our bodies do the rest. I keep on thrusting—slow, fast, then slow again—as she sways her hips back and forth, her pussy lips wrapped tight around my cock.
With one hand, I push down the straps of her dress and bra at the same time, baring her right breast. My gaze finds her perfect rosy nipple, and next thing I know, I’m leaning into it, taking it into my mouth as Kat’s breathing starts to grow deeper and deeper.
“I think I’m…I think I’m gonna…OH GOD!”
She finally explodes, burying her fingernails in my back as she screams. I don’t even stop—I just keep on pistoning into her, that subconscious fire burning in my mind dictating each and every one of my movements.
We’re not fucking, and we’re not making love. Whatever it is we’re doing, it goes beyond that. It goes beyond concepts and words.
It’s pure fucking transcendence—and that’s something, coming from someone as spiritual as I am. (Hint: I’m not fucking spiritual).
Next thing I know, she’s coming again, her moans and screams blending into a perfect symphony.
“I…want you…to come,” she manages to say against my ear, and then she takes her mouth to my neck, biting hard. At the same time, she claws at my back, forcing me to go faster and faster and…
“Oh, fuck!”
That’s all I manage to say as I feel fire travelling up the length of my cock.
I close my eyes and shoot jets of warm cum inside her, and each time my cock pulses feels as if both my body and soul have simply drifted away from existence.
Holy fuck—am I even alive?
“Oh my god,” Kat whispers as I put her down.
We both collapse on the floor, our backs to the elevator doors.
I’m breathing so hard, I think my lungs are gonna pop anytime soon.
We look at each other, smiling.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispers, placing one hand on top of mine.
She squeezes my fingers tight, and then lays her head on my shoulder.
“Me neither,” I admit, placing one arm around her shoulders and pulling her small body against mine. “But now that I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You don’t know that…” she whispers, squeezing my fingers tighter now.
“I do know that. I fucking promise you, Kat: I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever…for as long as you want me in your life.”
“That might be a very long time,” she laughs, the sound of her voice enough to make me feel like a fucking teenager again.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” I tell her, turning to the side and looking into her eyes. Leaning in, I kiss her strawberry lips once more, just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.
I don’t know exactly where we’ll go from here, but it’s not like it matters anyway.
First comes love, and the rest…well, the rest comes later.
Alexis and WineBar #7
I don’t know why I texted WineBar before my flight that I was coming back to San Francisco.
But I should have known that he would be there.
Waiting for me in my apartment building in the lobby.
My heart caught as I saw him standing there.
Holding a single rose.
He looked at me and I walked towards him as if in a trance.
“Baby,” he said, and I went to reply but he put a finger to my lips and I stopped trying to talk.
“If it’s a question of other women and you, it’s always you,” he whispered.
Tears began to come to my eyes.
“If it’s a question of not being in a relationship and you, it’s still you.” My arms traveled up his sides.
