Alone With Alexa (An Erotic Romance) (4 page)

“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.”

“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.

On the way home in the car, mom glanced at
me. “Are you okay, Alexa?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She seemed thoughtful. “You were out late
last night.”