Giving You Forever

by Ashley Wilcox

  Damn, she tastes so fucking good.

  With her delicate little fingers tangled in my hair, Alexa whimpers with pleasure as I swirl and suck her clit into my mouth. I swear I could fuck her pussy with my tongue all damn day. I love the way it drives her body wild, and the sweet taste of her wetness is enough to make me come in my pants alone. Knowing just what will drive her over the edge, I slide two fingers up and inside, pushing in hard and deep while flicking her nub repeatedly with my tongue. Her hips start moving faster, and I can even hear the heaviness to her breath. Like it’s ammunition to go further, I try something I’ve never done before. With my fingers now wet from her natural lube, I slide them down and out, lining one with the opening of her ass. Exploring her boundaries, I circle my finger around the brim as I continue to tease the fuck out of her clit with my tongue.

  “Oh…shit!” Alexa cries out as her body bucks with pleasure.

  Assuming that I get her approval, I slowly inch into her opening.

  “Yes…fuck, yes...”

  Fuck, yeah. She fucking loves it!

  Completely inside now, I start moving it in and out in rhythm with her movements. Her body is so fucking flooded with pleasure that I barely have to move my tongue as her pussy grinds up against it. This has to be the hotness fucking thing that we ever have done.

  Keeping a steady motion with my finger and sucking her clit into my mouth, Alexa’s body spasms and bucks out of control, breathing heavy and moaning in ecstasy.

  – ALEXA –

  Um…yeah…

  I’m numb, between my legs is pounding with its own heartbeat and thinking about what just happened, I don’t know what to think. Once Nolan’s fingers began to circle, the ache of desire that surged my body was so overwhelming that I agreed for more, and oh my was it wonderful. Never have I ever been so turned on and flooded with so much pleasure.

  Even though my body feels like it just ran a marathon and is already satisfied, when I glance up at Nolan, stripping off the rest of his clothes with a very aroused penis and desirable eyes that are slowly creeping closer as he climbs over me, I can’t resist. And after what he just did to me, he deserves to be pleased.

  His mouth finds mine as his length slides effortlessly inside. A low pleasured moan escapes both of our mouths, loving the feeling of our bodies connected as one. Nolan’s arms rest on both sides of my head as our tongues caress one another, transferring the love and passion that we share. Running my fingertips over his toned, smooth back, they find their way up and tangle in his hair. His forehead rests against mine as he quickens his pace and exhales in pleasure.

  “Oh…yeah…baby,” I moan, feeling the warmth of my desire building within.

  Nolan takes this as his indication to move faster, panting and moaning, pushing us to the climax that our bodies are craving to reach.

  “Oh fuck. Yeah, baby…come with me,” he breathes out as our bodies move achingly fast, heavily breathing out pleasured cries.

  “Ahh!” I yell, letting go, clenching myself around his length, spiraling into another overwhelming orgasm.

  His body equals mine, unraveling above me, filling me with his love.

  Chapter Twelve

  – ALEXA –

  Rolling over this morning, a ping of disappointment clenches in my heart when I notice the empty bed behind me. I guess I’m being greedy, thinking that I would get Nolan all to myself all weekend long, but I loved yesterday. I loved having nothing to do all day but be together, reminding me of the days when our priorities were minimal. Now life is crazy with a million things going on. It’s like were becoming an old married couple in a routine that doesn’t involve much time together.

  Sighing as I sit up and push the covers off of me, I get a whiff of something delicious, making my stomach grumble on cue. Wrapping my robe around my waist, I follow the scent down the stairs. As I get closer to the bottom, I start hearing the sound of pans clapping on the stove, rock music playing in the background, and Nolan’s low sexy voice singing along.

  Is he cooking?

  My heart soars with emotion as an excited grin covers my face. When I reach the end of the hallway that enters into the kitchen, I try not to laugh out loud and bite down on my bottom lip, afraid that he’ll see me as I watch him dance around the kitchen in nothing but his boxers, holding the spatula like he’s playing the guitar while he waits for the eggs on the stove to cook. What throws me over the edge and makes me bust out laughing is when he holds the spatula above his head to do the guitar solo, totally believing he’s Joe Perry from Aerosmith, rocking out with no care in the world.

  He hears me immediately, turning on his heels and grinning from ear to ear, but doesn’t stop. If anything, he rocks out even harder, bobbing his head and strumming his “guitar” with extra rock-god emphasis. When the song finishes, I whistle and clap, calling out his name like a backstage groupie. He eats it up, bowing and blowing me kisses.

  “Encore! Encore!” I shout as he turns to flip the eggs.

  “Sorry, hot stuff, but I’ve got a blonde bombshell to feed.” He throws his hand rag over his shoulder and glances back towards me, giving me a wink. “But stick around, I haven’t planned out dessert yet.”

  Smirking to myself, I walk up beside him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

  “Morning, doll,” he greets me, leaning down and pecking my forehead.

  “Morning, rock god,” I joke as I steal a piece of bacon before hopping on one of the bar stools that line the kitchen island.

  “Too bad you really can’t play the guitar in real life. You’d make a super hot guitarist. I’d have to fight back all the groupie chicks waiting to get in your pants.”

  He licks his lips and raises his eyebrows with a smirk, before pushing his hair back out of his eyes. He even has the rocker hair.

  “Hell yeah, I’ve always wanted to do it in the back of a tour bus while driving across the country.” He smiles like he’s onto something. “Maybe I’ve met my calling. Maybe I’m supposed to be a rock star!”

  “I hate to burst your bubble, babe, but you need to know how to actually play the guitar.” I give him an unfortunate smile. “I don’t think you’d get very far playing on a spatula,” I add, shrugging my shoulders. “But let me tell you…” I hold up my finger, making an important point. “You look darn sexy doing it.”

  “I looked pretty damn hot, didn’t I?” he questions, raising an eyebrow while nodding his head with a grin.

  “Dead sexy,” I agree with a big smile.

  “I knew it. You wanted me.”

  I laugh at his sly smirk as he turns around and continues to make us breakfast.

  “So, I have to go into the gym this afternoon,” Nolan informs me as we bring our dirty plates over to the sink. “I talked to Steve this morning, and if we put in the extra hours the next couple of weeks, we may be able to open next month.”

  “Are you telling me you’re going to be away even more?” I ask, feeling like we’re now moving backwards instead of forward like I thought we were doing.

  Setting down our glasses, he turns and pulls me into his chest. “It’s just for a couple of weeks, baby doll, then I’m yours–back to normal,” he softly tells me, looking sweetly into my eyes and pushing a strand of my hair behind my ears.

  “I just thought…never mind.” I shake my head, not even going down that road, knowing that this gym is important to him and that’s where he needs to be.

  He lifts my chin, bringing my sight back to his. “No, tell me–what were you going to say?”

  “It doesn’t matter.” I shake my head before stepping back and heading towards the stairs to go take a shower and get ready for my day.

  “Alexa!” he calls out from behind me, but I act like I don’t hear him, turning the corner to the stairs.

  – NOLAN –

  The last thing I wanted to do today was make Alexa upset, but from the look on her face and the way she stormed away from me, that’s exactly what I did. Once again, I’m
letting her down, not knowing how to juggle this gym and our relationship.

  Pounding my fist into the counter, I don’t know what to do. I thought that Alexa would be happy to know that we are going to work our asses off the next couple of weeks. We’d finally be done with it all, and could get our life back to normal. But fuck it all to hell–that backfired in my face. It just pissed her off instead.

  What does she expect me to do, though? Throw thousands of dollars and months of planning down the drain just for a few extra hours together a week? Yeah, I’d love to spend every waking hour with her, but it’s two fucking weeks out of a lifetime together. It’s not like this is going to be the rest of our lives. The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

  It’s two fucking weeks!

  Alexa and I never really get into disagreements, and when we do it’s usually my fault, so I apologize, we fuck and call it a day, but this time is different. I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not going to go apologize for something I’m doing for her. Once again, it’s not good enough. She wants both things–the gym done and me around twenty-four seven. It’s impossible. She’s not being realistic.

  Finding a post-it note sitting by the phone, I write—

  I grab my keys, slip on my shoes, and head out the garage door.

  – ALEXA –

  Part of me hoped that Nolan would follow me up the stairs, wanting to make things right, but part of me is glad that he didn’t. Yeah, I know the gym is where he needs to be–I’ve known that for a while and that’s why I’ve always accepted it, but after what he confessed to me Friday, and the day we shared yesterday, I thought things had changed and that he was taking a step back so that we could spend more time together. Yet, this morning I’m told it’s going to be the opposite and that, for the next two weeks, it’s going to be worse than before. Believing that once the gym opens we’re going to have our lives back to normal doesn’t seem accurate either. Unless they hire a load of staff so that he doesn’t have to be there, but he’ll be putting in just as many hours as now. And knowing Nolan, he won’t hire a bunch of people anyway. Being the control freak he is, he’ll need to be there himself.

  Sighing as I squeeze the shampoo on my hand, I don’t know what to do. I’m sure he’s either stewing downstairs or maybe even in our bedroom, waiting for me to be done so that we can talk it out, have make up sex, and continue on with life. I’m not sure this fight is going to be that easy; we both have different visions of the situation at hand. We aren’t going to see eye to eye on this one. I know it.

  After rinsing my hair and washing my face, I take my time getting out of the shower and applying my make-up–preventing the inevitable and hoping that a solution will magically pop into my head. Relief consumes my body when I step outside the bathroom and into our bedroom, not seeing Nolan. Taking advantage of the few extra minutes, I take my time getting dressed. Once finished, I know it’s time. Time to head back downstairs and fight it out. Have our first real disagreement and try to find a solution together.

  My stomach knots and twists in two when I get downstairs and don’t see Nolan anywhere in sight.

  Did he leave?

  “Nolan?” I shout out, thinking that maybe he’s just somewhere I can’t see, but I get nothing in return.

  I frantically look around, and that’s when I see the post-it stuck to the counter.

  He left? He just left without even discussing this? Does he not care…care how I feel about this? It’s just going to be done, that’s it?

  Tears well in my eyes as I stand here stunned. Nolan has never just left. He’s always been the one eager to make things right, making sure nothing comes between us. Is he giving up? Is he picking the gym over me?

  Chapter Thirteen

  – NOLAN –

  Today I have back to back interviews that Mike has set up. From personal trainers, to receptionists, to janitorial staff…I’m interviewing candidates to staff the entire gym. I can’t focus, though. Visions of Alexa keep creeping inside of my head and mounds of guilt for leaving without saying goodbye consume my body. Alexa is my world, and I feel like it’s crashing down around me.

  Yesterday afternoon when I stopped back home to see her, she wasn’t there. The house was empty, her car was gone, and all that was left was a new post-it note.

  I wanted to call her. Hell, I almost drove up to their house, but I didn’t. I didn’t do either. She needed time away. Time away from me…from us. I didn’t sleep. I paced the downstairs, then our bedroom, then tossed and turned all night long. She belongs at our house, in our bed, and in my arms. Nothing feels right with her not there. She’s never left. She’s never felt the need to leave. But this time she did, and it scares the living shit out of me.

  – ALEXA –

  Although I’m in class today, I’m not present. I left yesterday, but only took enough clothes for one night. I stood in the kitchen for what felt like hours, replaying what had happened. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal–just a disagreement, something we’d have to discuss, but he left–without saying goodbye. He’s never done that before, but this time he did.

  My mom and dad didn’t ask questions when I showed up with my backpack and a duffel bag of clothes. I just told them that Nolan and I had a disagreement and that I needed room to breathe for the night. They just nodded their head and smiled. Of course, my mom added that if I needed to talk, she was there. And my dad asked if it had anything to do with the dinner I made for Nolan the previous night. I chuckled at his question and assured him dinner was great and thanked my mom for the offer, but I just wanted some time to myself. They honored that for the rest the day, evening, night, and morning.

  Now I sit in class, staring at the wall, realizing that sleeping at my parents accomplished nothing. I didn’t figure anything out and all I’ve gained is a nervous pit in my stomach. I haven’t heard anything from Nolan. Not a call, text…nothing. I’ve never been the girl that played games and needed to be chased, but with Nolan it’s different. I want him to chase me. To fight for me. To show me that he cares and that I’m worth fighting for. All I want to be is his priority. Yesterday I felt like I was on the back burner to the gym.

  After school, I have an appointment to look at wedding venues with Meg. Perfect. I have an appointment for a wedding that I’m not even sure is still on. How is that even possible? Is questioning that a stretch? Was it that big of a disagreement? I’m entirely lost. How did we even get in this position?

  – NOLAN –

  “I’ll be in touch.” I quickly slam the door shut behind my last applicant and pull my blackberry from my pocket. It’s time I call a meeting between Mike, Steve, and I to set up a plan of action for the next couple of weeks and what’s to come after we open.

  Having no contact with Alexa for the last twenty-four hours confirmed my plans; she comes first, and everything else comes after. Even though that’s how it’s always been, I need to implement it clearer–manage my time a little wiser. The gym is just a dream. Alexa is my life. She’s the reason to my being, the air to my lungs, the soul to my existence. I don’t want to spend another day of my life not waking up to her wrapped in my arms. It can’t happen and it won’t.

  – ALEXA –

  Pulling into Simple Elegance’s parking lot, my stomach twists and turns even more, making me feel like I’m going to be sick. I wish Nolan would just call, or text, and relieve some of the ache inside. Let me know that everything is okay and that this has just been a blip in our relationship, nothing more. I contemplate removing the bandaid, calling him myself, but he left first; he needed time away. He said he’d call me later and he didn’t. He’ll call when he is ready.

  I hope.

  Taking a deep breath and pulling my skirt down as I step outside my car, I tell myself that I just have to play pretend for a little while. Act like everything is just fine. That the wedding is still on, and that I’m anxiously looking forward to it.

  “Hi, Alexa!” Meg immediately greets me as I w
alk inside the door. Just like before, she’s standing behind the front desk, professionally dressed in a black linen suit.

  “Hi, Meg,” I politely respond, wearing the most convincing smile that I can manage to wear.

  She comes out from behind the desk, meeting me in front of it.

  “We have three different appointments set up. Do you want to drive together, or just follow me?”

  Knowing that it’s going to take an immense amount effort on my part to stay positive while searching wedding venues, I answer that it’d probably be best to drive separate as I have plans immediately after. Not that I do, per se, but I’m hoping to with Nolan.

  “Sounds good,” she smiles before starting for the exit with me following close behind.

  We start with a restaurant in Skaneateles with a beautiful view of the lake, but we both agree it’ll probably be just a bit too small for a guest list of a hundred. Then we continue onto a country club just outside of the city. It’s nice, but the layout isn’t appealing. The main room is shaped like an “L” and where the head table would be placed, we wouldn’t be able to see all of our guests. Last stop is at The Sheraton on the SU Hill. Being a Syracuse University student, I’ve driven by it plenty of times. It’s beautiful and has had some really important events held there. Never did I imagine that we’d be able to have our reception here on such short notice. From what I hear, they’re booked for weddings years in advance.

  Taking the parking spot right next to Meg’s sleek Audi, I meet her in back.