by Alexis Angel
The roses are beautiful. Dark and red. The exquisite perfume only enhances the feeling that there’s something special about today.
Today’s the day. But for what?
With shock, I realize it’s getting dark. Time has been flying by while I stuffed my face and got drunk.
If I’m going to try to meet Derek, I have to go now. I’ve got just enough champagne in me to make me bold and bubbly without being stupid.
As I go, I grab my magazine. The one with the black-and-white shoot.
Let’s see if he can resist me in the flesh, presented with my finest angles. Let’s find out how much of a man he really is.
I slip into high-heeled sandals and head downstairs. I want to be just inside the foyer, hiding in the shadows of the stairs.
That way, I can completely take him by surprise. It’s only when you surprise people that you get the honest answers.
Four
Derek
Today was fucked, and it could not have been salvaged.
I missed the first big deal by coming late. I was so distracted by my dick, Anderson ended up snatching the deal instead. And even after two hours in the gym, I couldn’t get control of my cock.
I raced back in to work to finish off two contracts, then ran my ass around after smaller ones trying to save something out of this hot mess.
But it was not to be. Now, I’m walking home because I couldn’t get a cab. And it’s starting to rain.
My body feels tight—too much tension in my muscles. Maybe I’ll go out for a massage or something. I could use someone rubbing me down in oil.
All I’m thinking about, as I slam into the foyer, is getting in and getting my clothes off. Hot shower, something to eat, maybe drink.
Then, if I’m still tense, I’ll have to do something about it.
But then I see someone moving in the shadows by the stairs. I jump and drop my briefcase.
It’s…Allana. What the fuck?
“Hey, Derek.”
Her lips are as red as the poppies on her dress. Her eyes are dark and still. She eats me up with those eyes.
I’ve had too hard of a day. I can’t even formulate a response.
She steps closer, eyes flickering with uncertainty.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
Something about her gaze feels…penetrating.
Shit. Fuck. Don’t think about penetration.
…Too late.
Fuck. There goes my cock again. I can’t fucking take this.
“You startled me.” I reach for my briefcase. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
She takes slow, lingering steps towards me. Her heels click lightly on the floor as she gets right in front of me.
Fuck, she’s tall. Eyes level with mine. Maybe taller in the heels.
She smells sweet. Like honey and strawberries. There’s chocolate on her breath.
Oh, shit. She was talking, and I haven’t heard a single word.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice her waving a magazine.
She wants me to look at her pics? Here?
Is this the worst day of my life?
I see a glint in her eye as she leans towards me.
“Allana,” I began.
“Yes?”
I drop the briefcase, step forward, grab her shoulders, and kiss her. Just like that.
My arms go around her shoulders, and I press my tongue into her mouth. I expect her to push me away or to freeze in shock.
To my delight, she wraps her arms around me and returns the kiss. She leans into me hard, biting at my lips. One leg comes up as she shoves me against the wall, grinding her hips into me.
She tastes like chocolate and champagne. Her skin feels like satin. My senses are in overload.
As I push back into her mouth, I slip my hands down and grab her ass. She grinds against me, and I can feel her hot pussy against my cock, just one small piece of fabric keeping us from touching, skin on skin.
I’m still grabbing her ass when I feel one of her hands slip down…to my fly.
I think about stopping her, but I realize I don’t give a fuck. She moans into my mouth while desperately working to free my cock.
We are going to fuck, right here, in the stairwell. And I don’t give a damn.
She gets the zipper down, and my cock pops free. She puts her hands on my shoulders and maneuvers herself with one leg wrapped around me.
I can feel the heat rising from her pussy. How slippery wet she is. With one small rock of her hips, she slides my cock in.
We both gasp as she slams her hips into mine, cock throbbing as it gets swallowed by her pussy. She’s so tight and wet, I can feel my legs trembling.
She doesn’t care. She’s got me pinned against the wall with her hands on my shoulders and her hips against me. Using my shoulders, she works herself on my cock.
As she goes up and down, controlling the motion with one leg, I run my hand across her tits and the buttons pop open.
She’s naked underneath. Beautiful big pale tits slip free of the dress. The nipples stand up under my hand, and she moans, working herself on me with hands and hips.
I lean down and mouth at her nipples, teasing with my teeth as she shudders and comes.
She brings her leg down, and we stand against the wall, breathing heavily, heads together.
The doors open and close, and I see that guy Evan.
He looks pissed. I think he just broke up with his girlfriend or something. I had seen a big fight in the hall yesterday.
She had been walking around crying, and now he looks like he wants to punch a wall.
Not my business. I kiss Allana softly, deeply. She grins.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now…” She breathes champagne and chocolate all over me.
“What took you so long?”
I run my hands over her bare arms. I want to slip the dress off. I want to taste her pussy.
I’m so fucking hard now, my body is screaming—but this is awesome. Finally, my body is going to get what it needs.
I can tell we both have doubts. But the chemistry cannot be denied. I don’t care if it’s the worst decision in the world.
I’m going to fuck the daylights out of her as often as I can, and I’ll do anything to keep doing it.
Even loving her.
Even marrying her.
She gives me that dark, challenging look, and I know this is the surest thing in my life.
But it’s too dark in the foyer. I need to see her as I fuck her.
“So…can I offer you some champagne?” She takes a step back and pulls me by the hand.
“Fuck, yes.”
I follow her, watching that ass and grinning like a fool.
Five
Allana
His cock is even bigger and harder than I expected. That doesn’t happen often—where life takes your expectations and just smashes them out of the park.
I trot up the stairs quickly, pulling Derek along behind me. My dress is open halfway down my chest, and Derek keeps grabbing my ass.
I can’t stop giggling, and I’m getting wet all over again.
As I get to my hallway, I notice Evan looking like death.
For sure, he and Emilia have broken up. I might actually be in the mood to let her talk about it tomorrow.
Derek feels me up as I get the door open. I press myself against it for a few seconds, and he leans against me, covering my hands with his as he squeezes me against the wood.
I can feel his cock pushing against my ass. I can’t help it; I start letting out little moans of delight.
He whispers in my ear, “I thought you offered me champagne?”
With a hearty laugh, I push the door open suddenly, so he falls in a step. I slam the door and start unbuttoning the rest of my dress.
He puts one arm around my shoulders and kisses me, rubbing three fingers into my clit. He slides up to get his fingers nice and slippery, then goes back to teasing my
clit. He starts kissing down my neck to bury his face in my breasts, teeth going for my nipples.
Breathing hard and shaking, I push him back.
“Get your cock out,” I demand. “And your guns. Now.”
He grins as he pulls off the tie. Then, the jacket. Next, the pants.
My breathing gets louder as the tailored blue suit comes off. He doesn’t rush.
Next to go is his pale shirt. He rolls it off his shoulders, and I see his body is just as hard and tanned as I imagined.
I slide down on my knees as he pulls off his briefs and reveals his monstrous cock. It’s so big, thick, and long that my pussy aches deep inside and convulses just from looking at it.
I slide the tip into my mouth, rolling it against my lips. I suck it down into my throat. Derek gasps, gently rubbing the back of my head as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth.
I reach up and tease his balls, first gently, then harder. I pull on them and squeeze them as I my bob my head on his cock.
With a cry, he pulls my head back.
“You’re so fucking hot!” he growls.
He looks amazed. Dazzled.
A smile surprisingly appears on my face. I’m not used to it. My face might crack.
“Get on the couch,” he orders and points at the furniture.
I give his balls one last squeeze and do as I’m told.
It’s a big couch, wide and soft. I climb up and put my knees on the seat and my arms over the back. I hear him take a swig of champagne as he steps up behind me and puts his hand on my ass.
He pauses for a few minutes, just looking. My pussy shivers, getting wetter by the second.
His hands go away for a second. Then, he leans over me.
“Open your mouth.”
Intrigued, I do as he says while closing my eyes.
He places one of the fancy chocolates on my tongue.
“Suck on it…slowly.”
He runs his hands down my body and grips my ass as he goes down on his knees. Then, he starts eating me out, slowly at first, then faster. He grips my cheeks and pushes his tongue down to the clit, then back up to my pussy, mouthing into the slit.
The chocolate on my tongue and the fixed attention on my pussy is too much, and when he sticks two fingers in, I come like a fucking waterfall. My entire body shakes, and I collapse against the back of the sofa, trying to swallow my chocolate and to remember how to breathe.
Just as I think this can’t get any hotter, I feel him stand up, and his cock starts pushing at my wet pussy. I’m still shuddering from before, but the arousal is rising again.
“Put it in!” I grip the lounge with both hands, bracing myself. “Fuck me hard!”
He slides in slowly for the first stroke. He waits until he has pushed his way in, right to the hilt, as if he wants to learn the shape of my cunt.
I feel my pussy constricting around him, and he moans. I gasp, starting to writhe, just a little.
He starts thrusting, hard and fast. His hips slam into me, and I brace myself firmly against the couch to give as good as I get. He groans, cock pumping in and out, harder and faster than I have ever been fucked before.
Deep tremors from inside me shudder the length of his cock, gripping and slipping against his hard thrusts. He puts both hands on my hips and rams me with sharp, fast strokes until he comes, cock jerking as he pours hot cum deep inside me.
He collapses on top of me for a moment, both of us breathing hard, before he falls on to the couch. He lies back, looking magnificent in all his muscled glory, cock still standing tall and glistening.
I pour him some champagne and hand him the glass, placing a strawberry in his mouth. He chews it down, juice running over his lip as he takes a sip of champagne.
“This really fixed my day. I don’t suppose you have any oil? I could really use a rubdown.”
With an excited shriek, I leap up and run to the bathroom. I grab the bottle of sweet-smelling oil and a couple of silk scarves.
I dance back to the lounge and show him the oil. “Ready when you are, babe.”
He looks at me like I’m a dream come true.
I grin, secretly thinking of what I’m going to do to him, the scarves hidden behind my back.
“You are a magnificent woman.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. The bedroom’s just through there. I’ll follow you in.” I bat my eyelashes at him innocently. “Leave your work phone out here, though. I’d hate for you to get…all tied up.”
Alexis and WineBar #11
I must have drank until I passed out. I don’t know how many bottles of wine I went through with my friend but it was enough that I woke up with cotton mouth and a pounding headache.
I found out that WineBar had gotten drunk with his friends.
Two days later, he was on a flight to Miami.
And I cried.
I loved him.
This was the man that had driven me around my city, showing me parts of it that I had never known.
Here was a man that made everything feel new.
Who once drank all the Tito’s in a bar.
Who put me on a pedestal and worshipped me.
And who now with his absence caused that pedestal to crack and break.
I was broken. On the floor.
Dragged through the mud.
Torn.
There was no hope.
How could I have been so stupid?
There was no us.
Only me.
And the dark night of despair.
Emilia & Evan
Part II
One
Emilia
Not that damn song again.
I swear, it’s haunting me. Following me everywhere I go.
Can’t a girl just wallow in her heartbreak in peace?
I knock back my shot of tequila and try to forget. A challenge that’s becoming nearly Herculean.
“Can I get another?” I gesture frantically for the bartender as soon as my glass hits the polished wood.
He’s right there, pouring my fourth—or is it fifth?—shot.
“Let me guess,” he says with a wink, “you don’t like flying?”
I nod my head, even though flying doesn’t bother me in the least, because it’s a lot easier to just go along with what he says rather than explain to him why I’m actually drinking myself into oblivion while I wait on my flight to Fiji.
Yeah, that’s right. I’m drowning my sorrows before I run away. Go ahead and judge. You wouldn’t be the first.
As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from Erin.
Are you sure you’re making the right decision?
I can practically hear the concern through the screen.
No, I’m not sure if I’m making the fucking right decision. But at this point, I can’t stick around the Bradford for another second.
I have to get away. Get some clarity. Figure out where things went so horribly wrong.
Plus, there’s no fucking way I could stand it if I happened to run into Evan in the hallway. Or worse—if he happened to not be alone.
My stomach clenches at the mere thought, and my heart feels like it’s going to rip my chest right open. I always thought that the term heartbreak was pretty stupid. Like, really, how can a heart fucking break?
Yeah, well, fuck me then. I was dead wrong. Because right now, the pain feels more like torture. Like this stupid organ in my chest is literally cracking, fracturing, fucking shattering.
But what else can I do at this point but get as far away from Evan as I possibly can? I contemplated some type of Antarctic expedition before remembering I really don’t like the cold all that much. But that’s how far I was willing to go to escape.
I pick up my phone and think about responding to Erin, pouring my heart out yet again and letting her convince me I’m making the wrong decision.
But no. I set it back down. I fucking committed, and I’m seeing this thing through.
Commitment.
&n
bsp; At least I don’t have a problem with it.
And that’s what it all boils down to, isn’t it?
Evan won’t commit.
After all this time together, everything we’ve been through. All the ups and downs just to get to being a couple in the first place, followed by the most tumultuous relationship in the history of mankind. On and off again doesn’t even begin to cover it.
We’re such polar opposites. Yet…he complements me in every way. His drive and intensity offsets my wild passion. His steadiness to my free spirit.
Looks like that steadiness fell short when it came down to it.
But what the hell am I doing if I sit around waiting on a man that may never be ready to offer me what I need?
Who knew, right? The ultimate party girl. Purveyor of free love.
Turns out she was really looking for the same thing we all are.
Love.
A future.
A partner.
I knock back the shot of tequila and try to convince myself my watering eyes are from the sting of alcohol infusing my blood.
My phone blinks again, and I hate myself for the jolt of hope that courses through me when I glance down.
Nope. Erin again.
What time is your flight?
Why does it matter? But I pick up my phone and text her back. I still have an hour and half to go. Then I’ll be free from all the memories this city I love so much now holds.
I can’t go to a club without remembering Evan. I can’t look down an alley without thinking of him. I can’t even go to the lounge in my own damn building without remembering that night that changed everything.
“Can I get my check?” I mumble to the bartender, staring blankly down at my phone so no one sees the tears that threaten to overflow.
“Safe travels,” he says as he slides it across the bar. “Enjoy the journey.”
I pause, his words striking me.
The journey.
That’s what this has been, alright. A really long, rocky journey. Unfortunately, my final destination is far from where I thought the road would lead.
