Rock Revenge: Alex's Story

“I’ve met your mother.”

“Point.”

His face was so close to mine now. If I poked out my tongue, I could lick him. Sweet Jesus, I should not think of licking him. Licking him would be bad.

Before I could totally humiliate myself though, his lips pressed against mine. My arms circled his neck. Our bodies crushed together. This was better than anything I’d imagined. It wasn’t about sex. Well, not completely. We were on the brink of something huge. So massive, my mind couldn’t comprehend it. And I wasn’t talking about Alex’s cock.

His hands toyed with my thigh, brushing against the sensitive skin, making me far too aware that I was only wearing my skimpy little sleep shorts. His fingers worked their way under the leg hem so that I gasped and raised my hips to him. This was it. Finally, Alex would fuck me and it’d be better than every single time I’d imagined him doing it.

I moved so that I straddled him. That way I could look into his eyes as he toyed with me. I brushed my lips against his but, downstairs, my hips were anything but gentle. His cock pressed hard against me and I rubbed myself on him, wanting him inside me.

He put his hands around my waist.

“Wow, you’re really gagging for it, aren’t you?”

“Hell yeah.”

His hands crept down under my waist band, cupping my buttocks and pushing me tighter against him, my heat against his hardness.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” he whispered in my ear.

But it wasn’t my bedroom. It was Sally’s. Sally! Fuck, I’d forgotten this was Sally’s apartment — and that she’d be home from work soon. I pushed Alex’s hands away. That took every bit of self-restraint I had.

“We can’t. Not here.”

He looked at me questioningly as I pulled my shorts up.

“Sally will be home from the club soon and I don’t want her to walk in on this.” If I was Sally and I’d come home to someone fucking Alex in my bed, I’d kill them. My heart would be smashed and I knew, despite her protests, she wasn’t over Alex.

He nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Actually, it’s probably best if we keep things pretty low until she goes away. I’ll have a talk to her tonight and let her know how things stand but it’s only a few days and we can wait.”

I wasn’t sure how he’d take that but, if he really cared, a few days wouldn’t kill him. Or me.

Hopefully.

This aching need was not going to go away anytime soon. To be so close to him and have to hold back was the worst.

“We could go to my place.”

I shook my head. “She had it bad for you,” I said. “And she’s trying her best to get over that. I think it’s for the best.”

I stood in the doorway and watched him go, wanting to call him back, my nerves straining for him. But I kept strong. Sally had been an awesome friend to me.

I took a deep breath and steadied myself. I’d told Alex it was only a few days so, if he could do it, I could too.

I stepped inside. There was a message on my phone. Alex had sent it. He must’ve written it as soon as he walked out the door.

“You’re worth waiting for.”

Alex

It was the night of Sally’s farewell. I told Dee she was spending the night at my place.

“No arguments. I’ve waited this long. A week. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand minutes. And every single one of them, I’ve spend thinking about you. Ten thousand minutes of wanting you. I’m not a superman. There’s a limit to my self-control.”

She grinned. “Well, it’s not like you’ve been totally deprived of me.”

I kissed her again. I’d never get sick of kissing her. I’d never have a moment in this life where I didn’t crave the smell of her skin or the touch of her fingers.

“Get a room, you two.” Carlie gave me a nudge.

“Yeah, Carlie, you can talk. Everyone knows you and Holden did it in the store room,” Drew said. “I needed to mop the floor and I couldn’t even get in to get the mop bucket until you’d finished.”

Gross.

“How’s Sally about this?” Carlie asked Dee.

“She’s too excited about leaving. She did tell me to be careful because Alex is a massive jerk. But, of course, I already knew that.”