Alone With Alexa (An Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“What do I do now?”

“Follow the road. Let’s get you used to first
gear before we—”

“Oh shit!” Instead of following the turn in
the road, I drove straight off and into the dirt.

“Stop! Stop!” I slammed on the brakes,
sending out a billowing puff of dust all around us. “Jesus. Put it
in park.” He undid his seatbelt and got out, with a hand over his
mouth.

“Ryan?” The sound of vomiting reached my
ears.
Oh, no
. I grabbed a box of tissues from the back seat
and joined him. The contents of his stomach were now at his feet.
“I’m so sorry.” I gave him the tissues. “Are you okay?”

“I think…maybe that’s good for today. You
drove…for a while.” He wiped his mouth.

I felt horrible for making him sick. I hugged
him, and he stiffened slightly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to
make you sick. You smell like puke, by the way.”

His arms went around me, his posture
relaxing. “Why can’t I be mad at you?”

“Cause you like me.”

“Of course I like you. You’re my future
stepdaughter.” He tried to step away, but I held on tightly,
enjoying the warmth of his body. “Let’s head back, honey.” He took
my arms and removed them from around his midsection. “I think I’ll
drive, if you don’t mind.”

I was now in the passenger seat, waiting for
him to return. He got in and closed the door. “Here’s some water.”
I handed him a bottle.

“Thanks.”

“You feeling better?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe I should learn how to drive the
automatic, and then I can learn the stick?”

He met my gaze. “That’s probably a good
idea.”

“I’m sorry I almost killed you.”

His smile transformed his face. “You didn’t
almost kill me, Alexa.” He ruffled my hair. “You did pretty good,
all things considered.”

“Maybe next time you should take some
Dramamine.”

“Probably,” he laughed.

Ryan and I shared a pizza that night, because
mom was down the street playing her monthly Bunco game with the
neighbors. We sat on the sofa watching an episode of
Two and a
Half Men
. I had made chocolate covered strawberries earlier,
and I went to the fridge to get one.

“Bring me a beer?”

“Yeah.” I returned with the bottle.

“Thanks.” He eyed the strawberry. “That looks
good.”

I bit into it, enjoying the tart sweetness of
the treat. “Yum.” He took a sip of beer, eyeing me. “You want
some?” I pressed the chocolate covered fruit to his lips. “Open
up.” He closed his mouth around it and chewed. “You bum. You ate it
all.” I slid from the sofa. “The next one’s mine.” I retrieved two
more from the fridge and returned, scooting closer to him. I wore
shorts, exposing slim, tanned legs. “It’s good isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Want more?” I bit into the side of the plump
strawberry.

“You have chocolate on your cheek.”

“So will you.” I touched the fruit to his
upper lip, making a mess.

“Alexa!”

“You dirty eater,” I giggled. “Lemme lick it
off.” Before he could object, I ran my tongue over him, tasting
chocolate and inhaling his breath, which hinted of beer and
strawberries. I’d stunned Ryan with this move, because he froze.
Only his chest moved, with the rise and fall of his breathing.

“Alexa.” There was a hint of warning in his
tone, which I ignored.

“You want more, don’t you?” I held the fruit
to his lips. “Open up.” He ate the offering.

Being this close to him was always thrilling,
my body buzzing distractingly. He had been avoiding me all week,
and I had not made it easy on him, deliberately walking around with
only a towel on a few days ago. My burgeoning female intuition told
me that, if I continued to dangle the carrot, he would give in to
me. He was close tonight. I could feel it.

He swallowed visibly. “I think that’s enough
now.”

“Have some more.” I brought the fruit to his
mouth, but he grabbed my wrist.

“I…no, honey.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t
you?”

My eyes were wide, feigning innocence. “What
do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking
about.”

“No.”

“Yes, you do.”

I scooted closer, my thighs brushing his
knees. His shorts had begun to bulge in the crotch area. “You have
chocolate on your lip.” This was a blatant lie, but I didn’t care.
I leaned in to lick him, but he held my face.

“You have to stop this, Alexa.”

I was so close I could see the lighter flecks
of blue in his eyes. “Won’t you kiss me?” I had thrown all my cards
on the table. “Just a little kiss? No one would have to know.” A
range of emotions passed over his features. I recognized lust,
fear, pain, and need, among many others. He was struggling with
himself; the hands that held my face trembled slightly. He was
right on the edge of losing control. “Please, Ryan. I like you so
much.” I leaned into him, and he didn’t stop me; my lips touched
his. He wrapped his arms around my back drawing me onto his lap, as
his tongue entered my mouth. I sat on his erection, the hard mass
pressing into my bottom.

He moaned, “No.”

My fingers threaded through his hair, feeling
the silky strands. “Oh, Ryan.” His beard scratched me, but I didn’t
mind. He smelled of musky maleness with a hint of cologne and beer.
His breath was warm, as his tongue invaded, slick and persistent.
I’d never been kissed before, so this experience left me panting
and dizzy, my pussy throbbing, dampening my underwear. I squirmed
over his lap, pressing myself against the hard lump beneath me,
which only added to the distracting buzz in my lower anatomy.

“Oh, God, Alexa…”

His hands were under my shirt, massaging my
back, the hooks of my bra coming undone. He grasped the material,
lifting it over my head, exposing my chest entirely. I was stunned
for a moment, never having been topless like this before in the
presence of another person, but the look in his eyes had me
melting. He grasped my face, kissing me hungrily, moaning deep in
his chest. I found myself on my back suddenly; his hands were on my
breasts.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Don’t stop.” My voice sounded breathy.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

Kisses landed on my cheeks, chin, and neck,
while he pressed the globes together. My achy flesh enjoyed the
sensual massage. He pinched the nipples gently, while kisses fell
to my neck and lower, closing in rapidly on the hardened tips. He
suckled a nipple, and the sensation was so decadently wicked, I
arched my back, pressing them into his face. I cradled him between
my thighs. My panties felt like I had peed myself; I was so
wet.

“Oh, Ryan.”

He laved each nipple, sucking and biting
gently, leaving me trembling and nearly mad with lust. My fingers
were in his hair, massaging his scalp, which felt hot, as if he
were on fire from the inside. All of my dreams were coming true
tonight. I’d wanted him for more than a year now, and here he was,
in my arms, kissing me, touching me. It was everything I thought it
would be and more. His hand was on my tummy, which trembled ever so
slightly. He slid further, to the edge of my shorts and then under
the elastic into my panties, where he dipped into my wetness. His
lips were on my neck, and his breath was in my ear.

“God, you’re wet, honey.”

“It feels so good, Ryan.” A long finger slid
over the swollen lips of my labia, pressing into my little hole. I
lubricated him thoroughly with my feminine juices. He moved easily,
rubbing my clit. The sensation was so stimulating; I gasped and
lifted my hips. “Oh!” My fingers sank into the firm flesh of his
shoulders, feeling the muscles rippling underneath. “Don’t
stop.”

He kissed me, seducing me with his tongue,
until sparks burst behind my eyelids and the world seemed to tilt.
This was so much better than how I imagined it would be. His finger
stroked me, over and over, gathering bundles of erotic energy,
which collected in my core. I thrust my hips up, pressing myself
against his hand, while he drove deeper into my virginal tunnel,
filling me completely.

I gasped, sucking on his tongue, knowing that
I was going to lose control. “Ryan!” I shuddered, tumbling over the
cliff into the arms of bliss, my body convulsing around his finger.
The pad of his thumb pressed into my clit, intensifying the
sensation. “Omigod…” I sounded stunned, yet happy, but it was all
too much. Tears sprang to my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his
neck, holding him close, while his hand stilled; his finger was
deep inside of me. “That was so nice.”

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

I glanced at him. “No. No regrets.”

He wiped a tear away from my cheek. “This
can’t happen again.”

“No. Don’t say that—”

“Hello!” The front door slammed. “Hope you
saved some strawberries for me.” It was mom.

I jumped from the sofa, tossing the t-shirt
over my head and stuffing the bra between the seat cushions. Ryan
grabbed the beer bottle. We sat quickly, more than two feet apart,
I holding a pillow to my chest, while mom appeared in the
doorway.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hi, mom.”

She held a pretty glass vase. “Look who won
the twenty-dollar prize at Bunco.”

“That’s awesome.”

She smiled. “You two look cozy.”

“We’re just watching TV, waiting for you,”
said Ryan, who had crossed his legs, his right ankle resting on his
left knee.

I suspected his erection had yet to abate.
“We had some chocolate covered strawberries.” I grinned like a
Cheshire cat, suddenly finding the situation amusing.

“I know. I see it on your face.”

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.