Alone With Alexa (An Erotic Romance) Page 3

  “I know. I see it on your face.”

  Chapter Four

  I rode a euphoric high after the lusty encounter with Ryan in the TV room. He resisted being alone with me, which I hated. He avoided looking at me as well, but he had to be thinking about the other night, probably as often as I was. After our encounter, I could smell him on me, the musky aroma teasing me to distraction. I didn’t want to take a shower, because then it would be gone, but I had done so anyway the next morning.

  After nearly a week of being ignored, I formulated a plan, and I would use Rodney Coldpepper as a means to an end. He was a guy I knew from school, and he had asked me out before, but I had shot him down, because I really wasn’t interested. I texted him to see if he wanted to go to a movie on Friday night, and his response had been enthusiastic.

  I smiled at myself in the mirror, as I applied makeup, knowing I was going to drive Ryan to distraction with jealousy, or at least I hoped I would.

  “Honey!” called my mother. “Your date’s here.”

  “Okay, be down in a sec!”

  I applied a liberal amount of lip-gloss, making my pink lips glimmer with moisture. My dress, ended above the knees, and the neckline exposed an abundance of creamy skin. I remembered Ryan’s hands on me, massaging and pinching my nipples. That thought alone hardened the sensitive nubs, pushing them against the insides of my bra, setting off a firestorm of sensation. Snatching a purse off the bed, I stepped into ballet flats and left my room. As I descended the stairs, several sets of eyes were on me, but I only saw Ryan, who stood with his hands in his pockets.

  “Don’t you look nice, honey,” praised my mother.

  “Thanks.” I gave Rodney a cursory glance, noting his overly eager expression and promptly ignoring it. “Do you like my dress, Ryan?”

  He swallowed visibly. “Yes.”

  “How late will you be?” asked mom.

  “I don’t know. One or two.” I knew my curfew was twelve o’clock, but I couldn’t help pushing Ryan’s buttons, and from the looks of it, I was succeeding admirably.

  “That’s not your curfew, and you know it,” he said.

  “Really?”

  Mom moved a strand of hair out of my face. “She knows that. She’s being saucy. You be home by twelve.”

  “I’m eighteen. I shouldn’t even have a curfew.”

  “As long as you’re in this house, you’ll have one,” she said firmly.

  Ryan glanced at Rodney. “You have a valid driver’s license, right?”

  God, how embarrassing! “Of course he does.”

  “Yeah, I do,” said Rodney.

  “Did you go to driving school?”

  “My dad taught me.”

  “Stick or automatic?”

  “Automatic.”

  “You have proof of insurance?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Oh, for goodness sake,” interrupted my mother. “They’re going to the movies. I think he can get her there just fine.”

  Ryan wasn’t smiling, but I was. He’s so jealous. I’d known him for a year now, and I recognized the little tick in his cheek. It usually twitched when he was upset or agitated about something. This situation clearly bothered him, and I was going to make sure I rubbed it in even more. I threw an arm over my date’s shoulders. “You’ll take real good care of me, right?” I’d shocked Rodney with my words and actions.

  “Um…y-yes…sure, Alexa.” He had turned bright red.

  “We should go.” I slung the purse over my shoulder. “Catch ya later. Don’t wait up.” I grinned at Ryan, who looked stoically resigned and clearly unhappy. Oh, he’s totally jealous.

  Rodney held open the door, and I glided by him, my legs feeling like they were walking on air. Hours later, after sitting through a boring action adventure movie where robots took over the world and killed everyone, I found myself stalling and wasting time, hoping to break curfew. It was nearly midnight, and I knew mom would be in bed. I would have to answer to Ryan…and I couldn’t wait. After Rodney dropped me off at the house, I loitered on the front stoop for another ten minutes, making sure I was nice and late. When I finally walked through the door, Ryan appeared; his look was stern, and his jaw was set.

  “You’re late.”

  “No way.”

  “Your mother waited up as long as she could and went to bed.”

  Yes! Oh, yes! Perfect. “My cell died, so I didn’t know what time it was.”

  “Bullshit.” I brushed past him heading for the kitchen; he caught my arm. “You didn’t used to be like this, Alexa. What’s going on?”

  I found myself exactly where I wanted to be, moving closer to him. “What do you mean?”

  “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

  “To make you jealous?”

  “I’m not jealous.”

  “Yes you are.”

  “No I’m not.”

  “You hated me going out with Rodney. I think you’d hate it, if I went out with anyone. When will you admit that you want me, Ryan?” From the stark look in his eye, it appeared as if I’d hit a nerve. He was wound up tighter than a spool of yarn. “When will you admit you love me?”

  He released my arm. “Go to bed.”

  We were inches apart, his breath fanning out over my face. He’d had an alcoholic beverage or two. “I’ll be waiting in my room.” I slid by him and took the stairs, not knowing if he would follow or not, but it didn’t really matter. I’d learned a great deal in those few moments. He wanted me badly, and, to compound matters, he was in love with me. His pained look spoke volumes. I wasn’t in my room half a minute, when the door opened. I turned to face Ryan, although he came at me quickly, grabbing me.

  “This isn’t some game, Alexa! This is serious.” He was angry now. “What we’re doing has consequences, and they aren’t pretty.”

  Tears were in my eyes. “I don’t care. I want you so bad.”

  His lips covered mine, and I found myself pressed to the steely wall of his chest, drowning in the softness of his kiss. If I thought he would hold back and be gentle, I was happily wrong. He kissed me hard, his beard chafing my face, but I craved the treatment, wanting so much more. He grasped my dress, pulling and ripping the fabric. He yanked it down over my hips, heedless of buttons or zippers. My breasts were in his hands, his fingers sliding into the material around the edges of my bra.

  “Take this fucking thing off.”

  He’d lost control, and now it was my turn to feel a prick of alarm. I was in over my head, playing with the desires of a grown man, who was more than ready to make good on any threat. A rock hard erection strained his jeans. I’d only ever had a tampon inside of me, and his finger. He undid his pants, letting them drop, revealing a thick cock, which I was embarrassed to look at. We were both naked now, and I pressed myself against him, suddenly shy.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he warned.

  “No…I mean, yes. Don’t stop.”

  “You little fool. You don’t even know what the hell you’re asking.”

  I took his hand and pulled him to the bed, which was crowded with decorative pillows and stuffed animals. “Show me then.” He lay next to me, taking up an enormous amount of space on the bed; his hand was on my tummy. “Kiss me.”

  “Alexa…”

  I was scared, but I knew it was only because he looked so big. His lips covered mine, and the kiss was deep and intoxicating, stealing the breath from my lungs. His hand drifted to my mound, a talented finger stroking me, stirring the creamy deluge between my thighs that I was slightly mortified about. I hadn’t realized I was so wet.

  “Oh, God…Alexa…”

  “Tell me you love me. Tell me,” I whispered.

  “Honey…”

  “I know you do.”

  “Wanting someone and loving them are different things.”

  “They are?” His finger rubbed my sensitive nub, stoking the flames of desire. My tummy tightened from the pressure that had begun to build. “You don�
�t love me?”

  “Alexa…”

  “I won’t tell mom. You can tell me the truth.” His lips were on my neck, kissing and biting gently, while that finger toyed and teased a response, which I was more than eager to give.

  “I’m in a world of shit.”

  “You do love me.”

  “Yes.”

  “I knew it!”

  “Shut up, you little brat. Stop talking.”

  “Okay,” I giggled. He closed his mouth around a nipple and suckled. “Ooohh…” Shots of tingles registered, pinging one by one, forcing my head against the pillow. “Oh, Ryan.” The feel of his hard body next to mine was glorious and forbidden. There was nothing separating us except hair and skin, the heat of him searing me. He pressed my breasts together, laving the nipples and chafing me with his day-old beard.

  His hand drifted again, settling between my thighs. “You’re so wet.”

  “I can’t help it.” His kisses were on my tummy, which quivered and throbbed with expectation. It mortified me to think that he was going to lick my pussy, but I knew it would feel good. His breath lingered over my slit, his tongue sliding over me. “Oh!”

  “You’re so sweet, honey.”

  I drove my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. “Ryan!” His tongue felt moist and slinky, pushing against my nub and then running lower to dip into my folds. I was a little shocked by how wonderful it was to have a tongue down there. It was a stirringly sensual experience, and as I relaxed against the bed, he began to fuck me, driving in deeper. “Omigod!” He worked my clit with his thumb, while he laved my inner folds, producing so much saliva it dripped between my cheeks and wet the sheets. I lifted my buttocks off the bed and pressed myself against him, shamelessly. I could analyze my responses at another time. Right now, something delicious was building, and it trumped all of my other emotions, including feeling self-conscious about having someone between my legs, pleasuring me intimately.

  He kissed my inner thighs. “I’m in so much trouble.”

  I reached for him. “Come here, Ryan.” He leaned over me, pushing his hardness into my tummy. “Tell me you love me.”

  “You’re a demanding little wench.”

  “I wanna hear you say it over and over.”

  His hand was on my stomach, gently kneading the flesh. “Honey, you’re too much.”

  “When did you know you loved me?”

  “Alexa.”

  “Tell me.”

  He sighed resignedly. “Last Christmas.”

  That was a shock. “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  I wrapped my hand around his cock, marveling at the heated length of him. “That’s before I knew I loved you.”

  “You hugged me after I gave you that bracelet.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I…something changed then.”

  “I love that bracelet.” He’d given me a Return to Tiffany’s bracelet. I wore it all the time.

  “Baby, I don’t think you’re ready for this.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Sex.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” I giggled. “It’s all I think about.”

  “Your mother’s gonna kill me.”

  “No she won’t.” It felt so wonderful being this close to him, feeling every inch of him. I ran my hand along his hip and to his bottom, feeling the muscled curves. “Show me what to do, Ryan. I promise I’ll be better at it than driving. I swear.”

  The moon came in from the window, partially illuminating the bed. He was smiling. “Alexa. That’s not it, honey. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I pressed my fingers into his ass. “You won’t.”

  “I will.”

  “No.”

  “You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”

  “You’re the cutest I’ve ever met.”

  “They’ll be no going back, if we proceed,” he warned ominously.

  “I don’t want to go back.”

  “Nothing will ever be the same again.”

  “That’s already happened. The day mom and I moved in everything changed.”

  “I’m risking my relationship.”

  “Can’t we share you?”

  “I doubt she’ll see it so graciously.”

  “I could share you with her.”

  “Alexa,” he groaned.

  His cock dripped with wetness. “You’re leaking.”

  “I’ve had a case of blue balls for more than a year now, sweetheart. I’m about to explode.”

  Chapter Five

  “What does that mean?”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  His lips covered mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I pressed myself to him, his cock prodding my tummy, leaving wet spots. I was so damp between my legs, that my inner thighs were sticky.

  “Oh, Ryan,” I breathed.

  His hand was on my tummy, a finger dipping into my slit. “You’re so special to me, Alexa. I…don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “It’s your first time.”

  “I’m so glad it’s you.”

  His lips were on my neck. “Baby…”

  I grabbed for him. “Fuck me, Ryan. I want you in me.”

  “Jesus.”

  He wedged himself between my thighs, while my fingers dug into his buttocks. He pushed against me, and the size was suddenly a very real worry. The head dipped, and I gasped, “Oh!”

  “Turn over.”

  “What?”

  “Turn over.” He maneuvered me onto my stomach. “Touch yourself.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “I won’t slide in as far this way.” He rubbed himself over my wet hole, the tip embedding.

  “Oh!” Ouch. It stung.

  “It’s not too late, honey. Tell me to stop.”

  “No. Do it, Ryan.” He groaned and pushed, filling me completely. “Omigod…” The breadth of his organ felt huge, yet despite the stinging sensation, I detected inklings of pleasure.

  “Are you all right?”

  My face was in the pillow. “Oh, Ryan.”

  “I’ll go slow, Alexa. Touch yourself.” I rubbed my clit, feeling wetness. He sunk deeper, soaking his rod with my juices, which allowed for a smoother passage. I’d never had anything so large in me before. “God, honey, you’re so tight,” he gasped.

  I had asked for this. I had imagined what it would be like making love to him. Nothing could have prepared me for the reality, the feel of his skin, damp with perspiration, rubbing against me. His hot breath was in my ear, as his cock slid back and forth, leaving a path of throbbing sensation in its wake. My fingers rubbed my clitoris, encouraging the pleasure to outweigh the pain.

  “Oh, God, Alexa…”

  “I…don’t want this position.”

  “What?”

  “I wanna turn around.”

  “Okay.”

  I faced him now, wrapping my legs around his midsection. “Oh, Ryan.”

  “Do you wanna stop?”

  “No.”

  “You don’t like this, do you?”

  “I do, but…I want to…oh…kiss you.”

  His lips were on my neck. “We’ll do whatever you want, honey.”

  “My pussy hurts.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. We can have oral sex.”

  “No, I want it. It’ll never get better, if I don’t do it.”

  He pushed against my throbbing hole, and I encouraged him by gripping his sweaty cheeks. He was trembling; his breathing labored and ragged in my ear.

  “Jesus, Alexa.”

  He slid deep, and I gasped, “Oh!” This position allowed the length to reach further, which was a shock. “Oh, Ryan!” I lifted my hips slightly, rubbing myself against him, producing a sensual flare of pleasure I hadn’t felt before. We kissed urgently, our bodies rubbing together in the friction of our lovemaking.

  “Oh, God…baby…”

  He was inside of me all the way now, filling
me completely. I enjoyed having him on top, his body moist and hot against mine. The rhythm we established allowed me to lift and press my little nub into his pelvis. His hand was on my shoulder, moving to my back, pressing me to him. He suddenly drove in harder, grunting and thrusting, pounding on the door of my cervix.

  “Ryan!”

  “I’m sorry.” He sounded winded.

  My fingertips dug into his ass, feeling the muscles flexing and releasing with his movements. He used my body for his own pleasure, but I too began to buzz and tingle. The edges of something immense were drawing near, threatening to overwhelm me.

  He kissed me, breathlessly, his tongue invading my mouth. I held on for dear life, as the man I had fantasized about for more than a year made love to me. His hand splayed over my bottom, cupping my cheeks and bringing me into his hardness, which drove in and out at increasing speed. The aggressive rubbing, the intimate contact, and the kissing sent me careening into oblivion.

  I arched my back, gasping, “Ryan!”

  “Oh, God…Alexa…” he groaned, stiffening, jetting semen into my silken tunnel. “Ooohh…honey…” He collapsed on top of me, his face in my neck. My pussy ached now, as his sperm ran down my buttcrack and dripped to the sheets. “Are you okay?”

  I sighed, “Yeah.” That had gone far better than I had expected, although I itched and smarted down below. “I’m really wet.”

  “That was stupid. I shoulda used protection.”

  “Oh.” I hadn’t even thought of that. He lay next to me, drawing me into his arms. “Was I okay?”

  He kissed my forehead. “You’re more than okay, honey.”

  “Stay with me.”

  “I have to get back to bed soon.”

  I held onto him tightly. “No.”

  “What am I gonna do now?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I’ve really fucked up.”

  “I won’t say anything.”

  “The truth always comes out, Alexa. There’s nothing we can do about that.”

  I closed my eyes. “I’m tired.”

  “Go to sleep, baby. I love you.”

  I tingled when he said those words. “I love you too.”

  The next morning, I had to change the sheets. There was blood mixed with semen in the bedding. I went to the mall with my mother and pretended as if nothing untoward had happened, which was an effort. Images from the night before drifted through my mind, and I tingled every time I thought of Ryan. He’d gone fishing with some buddies, and I couldn’t wait to see him again.