Rock Revenge: Alex's Story

“Jerk. Like I can’t decide those things for myself. That protective big brother thing would’ve gotten old real fast. I promised him I’d get revenge on you. I swore.”

I still had that photo in my bag but I didn’t talk to it as much anymore. I should find a nice frame for it and put it up somewhere.

“Do you think he’d have really wanted that? He wasn’t a vengeful person.”

A cold breeze swept up the street and I huddled closer to Alex.

“I guess not. I guess I was doing it more for me than for him. I had so much pain inside me after he died.”

Alex nodded. He knew exactly what I meant.

I’d never been to Alex’s apartment before. It was amazing. If I thought the place he’d loaned us was awesome, this was awesome squared. The views were spectacular and the whole place was so minimalist and clean.

“You can see the whole city from here,” I said, walking out onto the balcony. “It’s so pretty with all the lights.”

It was cold in the night air and I only had on a thin t-shirt. I’d left my jacket on the sofa. I hesitated about going back inside, suddenly becoming nervous. If I wanted to be with Alex, I had to leave the past behind. I couldn’t nurse my hurts and damages. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us.

I was ready to start afresh, to make Jake’s memory about the good things, not the bad.

Alex came out and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His body was so warm against my back. My head emptied, all those whirling thoughts became focused. I wanted to be with Alex, I knew that. I wanted him as a real man, not the image I’d created as a young girl. The Alex that I loved had imperfections. He had major flaws, but I loved those flaws, those flaws were part of him.

He nibbled my neck. Shivers ran down my body and I closed my eyes, surrendering to him and the sensations of his mouth. He bit harder and I squirmed.

“Keep doing that,” he whispered in my ear.

His fingers crept over my stomach, inching up my t-shirt. He tickled and I squirmed against him even more. His hard cock pressed against my back.

I’d held out for this long, not wanting to upset Sally and not wanting to rush things, but I could hold out no more.

“Let’s go inside,” I said.

“Let’s stay out here,” he whispered, his fingers climbing higher until they were almost touching my breasts.

That tease drove me nuts. How could he stop so close?

I turned around and grabbed his hand. “We’re going inside. We’re not giving your neighbours a free show.”

“They can’t see,” he said.

“I bet they can. I can see that woman in that apartment over there – ew, is she really doing that?”

I pulled him inside.

“Which way to the bedroom?”

He directed me. His bed was enormous. I flung myself on it, pulling him down on top of me. With his legs between mine, his cock felt even harder, digging into me.

He kissed me, gentle at first but I needed more. I crushed my mouth to his, hungry for the taste of him.

“Ever thought it would come to this?” he said when he pulled away.

“I’ve known since I was thirteen years old,” I said.

He moved off me, trailing his fingers down my stomach again. I wanted him to stop talking. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to think. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Hey, wait a minute, you were fourteen when I met Jake.”

“Yeah, well, every girl in high school knew who you were.”

“Really? Wow, all those girls with crushes on me. I was pretty hot back then. Well, I guess I still am…”

I’d have punched him if his fingers hadn’t ended up in my panties, robbing me of my free will. The way he moved them inside me, I could only gasp. Desire thumped through me like a punk rock bass riff, all dirty and raw.

“Did you dream of me doing this?”

I nodded. “Sort of,” I managed to choke out the words.

He lifted my t-shirt over my head with his other hand then brushed his hand over my left breast as though he owned it. He did too. He owned both of them, the left and the right. I moaned and pressed myself against him and felt his hot breath on my neck as he nuzzled into my hair.

He removed my panties altogether and spread my legs wide. The thumping desire became louder, blocking out any other sound.