The look on my mother's face when she saw me made me wince a little. I hated having to worry her like that especially since dad died. I could only imagine the sleepless nights she had since the incident.
"Hey sweetie," she rushed over and squeezed me so tightly that I could feel my insides squish together. I smiled through the pain and managed to wrap my arms around her embrace.
"Hey mum," she pulled away with that smile that preceded tears but I quickly brought up another topic else I would have been mopping the floors all evening. "You know, you haven't really had pudding until you've tried the hospital's special chocolate swirl. Ugghhhh it is a-mazing."
I walked into the living room; dropping my bag casually on the floor and flopped on the couch. She stood at the doorframe and just smiled at me. I narrowed my eyes at her expression and became fully enthralled as to what she was thinking about. But I knew that look.
"So… I heard Alison was doing better," she said taking a couple steps into the livingroom, "and that she was also released today… I made dinner but I can only assume that you're not going to be staying very long…" She held that childlike grin across her face.
Hmmm. Did she seem to forget that Alison is married? I mean I know that I should be the last person drawing reference to that – seeing that I had earth moving sex with the married woman – but it was a little insulting that my own mother would peg me for someone that would disrespect the sacrament of marriage – even though I did, I totally did.
"Mum… really, you're back on this? Alison is married, and…" I began lying through my teeth and she cut me off, sternly at that.
"Emily Fields, don't you lie to me. I know every time you and Alison 'bump' into each other," she stressed and used finger quotations on the word bump, "you always have a spaced out look in your eyes and you ball your fists up really tight." That made my skin crawl – knowing that my mother knew every time I made love to Alison.
"Ewww mum! Could you not, like really… that's not my 'tell' ok? I always have a spaced out look," I pitifully endeavoured to defend my dignity.
"Right… so why is it that you haven't taken off your coat yet or your shoes… You are going over to her house aren't you?" she smirked assertively lie she had everything figured out. I wish I had her intel because I had no clue of how things were going to be between Alison and I.
I laughed and shook my head. Maybe a half an hour went by before I badgered the clock to move its ass so that I could run over to that big old house down the street. I huffed and looked out the window to maybe get a glimpse of Ali. I desperately wanted to waltz over there and have my way with the blonde. Why the hell am I waiting?
"Mum!" I yelled upstairs, "I'm heading out okay? I'll text you when I'm on my way home."
"Mhhmmm," she replied and I could hear the taunting in her tone immediately. It made me smile but that was quickly sponged away by nerves building in my stomach the closer I got to Alison's house.
I walked up to the door and knocked on it tensely. I heard her tiny feet shuffle closer and closer to the door. She opened it and flashed that kilowatt smile and backed away making room for me to enter. I cautiously walked in like it was my first time ever coming into the Dilaurentis' home, or should I say Rollins'.
"I'm making a cake," she said and sauntered back into the kitchen; looking over her shoulder to see if I was following.
"It smells really good," I shyly offered the compliment and she smirked, pulling the cake out of the oven. "What's the occasion?" I asked innocently.
She took up the icing tools and squirted vanilla icing onto the hot cake. She watched it as it slid down the sides creating a smooth glazed covering. I don't know much about baking, or cooking really, but I knew that you had to allow the cake to cool before applying the icing onto it. She leered comically at my confusion.
"I prefer it like this," innocence returned to her face while inspecting the cake. It slowly crept away following her next sentence, "I don't like when there's a lot of obstacles preventing me from getting to what I really want… which is the sweet, soft… marble cake." Her voice was provocative and I struggled to distract my thoughts from what the 'cake' implied.
She smiled innocuously again and squirted some more icing on the cake. This time it sat on the top in a fluffy cloud. Dipping her nimble forefinger into the perfect loops of the icing, she held it up at eye level and asked, "Wanna taste?" My mouth fell open slightly, my brain malfunctioning with filthy thoughts. She didn't wait for me to even make a motion before popping her sugary finger between her plump lips and made a sucking sound that sent all the delicious feelings to my core. If I were a boy, I would have had the biggest boner.
"U-uhhmm Ali," I said and grinded my teeth together trying to disturb my body from the pounding between my legs.
"hmm?" she looked at me coolly but I know she knew exactly what she was doing.
"You umm… why did you ask me over?" I bravely changed the topic.
"Well I already told you at the hospital," she left the cake unaccompanied and walked a little closer to where I was standing.
"I know but…" I fumbled.
"I told you… I wanted to talk," she let it roll of her tongue so easily that it was painfully obvious what she really wanted to do.
"Where's your husband?" I jabbed and she puffed in frustration and walked into the livingroom, leaving me standing in my own wonder.
"Elliott had to leave on a business trip for maybe a week or so," she said sitting lazily on the couch.
I turned on my heels and sat next to her making sure to leave a little distance between us. I actually wanted to talk things out because I wasn't about to be anyone's sidepiece and if she thought for a second that I would let her remain married to that guy when she clearly belonged with me, then she would have to be out of her mind.
"Why do you have that look on your face?" she asked lightly amused by my look of annoyance.
"Ali… what is this?" I asked a vague question but she ought to have known that it covered a broad spectrum.
"What does it look like Em? You and I just sitting on a couch… talking," she teased purposely edging me into insanity. Why does this girl like to tempt me so much?
"Alison… I don't wanna play games right now. I really wanna talk about what happened at the hospital," I finally got it out into the open.
"I thought you loved it when I toyed with you," she smirked but I was becoming very impatient, very fast, and when she noticed, she continued, "I know we need to talk about it. We have whole week to talk about it… but right now," she bit her lip momentarily, "… right now I need you." Her pink lips curled on the 'you' in a sexy, pouty way and I was putty in her hands.
"Ali," I whispered; putting up one last feeble defence and then she shot right passed it and inched closer to me on the chair. She smiled sweetly and intertwined our fingers together. We looked at each other and then began kissing softly at first. It took a while to climb octaves – we wanted it to last as long as time would permit.
She pulled away from my lips and I licked the faint traces of vanilla icing off. "You want this right?" she asked with her big bright eyes stained with desire – it was like looking down the barrel of a gun sometimes. Bang!
Even if I didn't want to, who in their right senses refuses Alison, like ever? I nodded immaturely and gawked at her petite body covered away by her little black dress and I couldn't wait to get it off of her.
She allowed me to get side-tracked in staring for little while – hungrily, so much so that my body shuddered lightly. She leaned over, her cheek grazing mine and oh! her intoxicating scent drove me nuts. "Take me upstairs," she whispered and her hot breath tickled the sides of my earlobe making my breath hitch.
She got up and reached out her hand to me and I allowed her to lead me up the stairs. I could not help but have that gut-punching guilty feeling but the view from behind cleared that right up. Her bouncing gold hair rested on her back and her perfume lingered behind her, hypnotizing me more and more with every step. This little succubus.
When we got to her bedroom, she pushed me against the wall. I loved when she dominated me like that. My back crashed into it so hard that a groan escaped my lips. Her eyes quickly caught fire as if she loved hurting me and that devilish smirk confirmed the thought. She ripped my T-shirt straight down the centre and I looked at it come apart over my body so surprised and yet turned on in one.
"Ali I loved that shirt," I protested with the shock still etched across my face. We were both heaving heavily so ready to get each other off as soon as possible.
"I know something you love way more than that shirt," she said breathlessly and smashed her sweet lips into mine.
We groped at each other frantically and heatedly, both moaning tirelessly into the other. She spun me around like a rag-doll and pinned my hands against the wall. Her hands wrapped around me and her hot core resonated against my ass. I wanted her so bad, words weren't created to describe how much I was craving her.
Reaching in front of me, she unbuckled my jeans and slid it all the way down, forcing herself into a stooping position. She shot back up allowing my pants to pool at my ankles. I kicked it off to the side and I spun her around, slamming her into the wall now. We paused breathing severely, her supple breast distracted me briefly as they rose and fall with every breath she took.
"I… I-I'm sorry… Did I hurt you?" I pussied up. As much as I loved being rough, hurting Alison would kill me.
She kissed me and said, "You're such a softie," and then proceeded to push me on the bed. It was like a battle of who would dominate and I could tell that she really wanted to so I played along. She was better at it anyway.
Alison straddled me; her blonde hair tossed to the left of her shoulder when she came down onto my body. We both bounced on the bed and she made no further advances until the bed settled. I looked gingerly into her eyes that were dark and lustful. She unhooked my bra and wasted no time in familiarizing her lips with my firm nipples.
Her tongue ran circles around the fleshy surface of my boob and then came centred with my nipple once more. I arched my back and took a fistful of her beautiful hair; strangling the life out of it in pleasure. She raised her head and grinned at the facial expressions she had me making.
"Don't stop," I murmured as she took her lips away.
"I'm not…" her scorching blue eyes tore into me, coupled with that seducing smile, "Don't you think the other one deserves my attention too?" I nodded and released her.
"Oh my…" I moaned not quite getting to the God.
"Relax baby… I'm gonna take real good care of you," Alison said in that husky, sexy voice.
My body was shaking like a leaf. I shuddered beneath her lips as she drove them between my breasts, which she were apparently finished with for the while. She bit a trail down my stomach, kissing every inch that she bit. I could barely control myself – gripping the sheets until they bled.
"Alison… please," I begged because she was torturing me by laying only soft kisses over the fabric of my underwear. It was agonizing, when all I wanted was to feel her inside of me. I started pulling off my panties and she slapped my hand away.
"Put your hands over your head," she said sternly and continued teasing me. I squirmed relentlessly against her lips; hoping that she'd get bored and just get on with it.
"Ali… pl-" I whined like a spoilt little brat but before I could get the please out she lounged her tongue inside of my underwear and I made a loud gasp not expecting it at all. Her tongue stroked the folds of my heated and soaking core. She made that 'mmmm' sound while she tasted all of me. I grinded against her face uncontrollably.
"Mmm you like that?" she asked but she already knew the answer from my whimpering and loud moaning.
Alison stopped and wiped her mouth savagely and crawled her way back up my body. How can anyone be this amazing in bed? I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to catch a glimpse of the goddess before she got on top of me. She pulled her shirt sensuously over her head and her hair fell wildly along her face. I ogled at her perfect figure making her smile while she unhooked her bra.
"You know when you look at me like that… I feel totally objectified," she pestered.
"I would never…" I grovelled.
"God you're such a pussy," she laughed and slammed her bare body against mine, and she pushed our boobs together, "why is it that you always fall so easily for my games Em?"
Is she seriously asking me this right now? I was speechless and not to mention out of breath. She slid her hands between us and down the center of my stomach, straight between my legs. She rubbed feverishly against the wet fabric and asked, "Aren't you gonna answer me Em?"
My eyes fluttered closed and my mouth made that 'O' shape because she was literally sending bolts of heat through my body. I couldn't get anything out my mouth other than calling her name in agonizing ecstasy.
"Emily Fields…" her voice had a sing-song tone to it, "am I gonna have to punish you? Do I have to make you talk? ….…Yeah?"
She put her finger on my enlarged clit and circled it faster than she usually does. I bucked into her and covered my face trying to quiet my moaning. Her pace sped up drastically and I screamed at the feeling of fire quickly catching between my legs. My mouth fell open and I cried, "Oh!… Oh!… Oh!" - Each hitting a higher pitch than the last.
"Oh, so you can talk," she taunted going out breath from exerting herself. She went faster and faster and then transferred the pace slipping inside of me. I shot up almost throwing her off of me but she quickly readjusted and plunged in and out of me in quick successions.
I held onto her hand trying desperately to slow her but she was determined to punish me. She was like a human vibrator. I felt my insides coiling and I'm sure she felt me tighten around her fingers. The entire bed shook with the force she entered and left my body – the entire room shook. It felt like heaven, like I would explode with the orgasm that was creeping its way to my surface. I was going to come so hard…
"I'm gonna come!" I yelled in a high pitch.
"Uh, uh," she said and stopped suddenly spinning my tensed body around and spanked the shit out of me.
I wanted to cry honestly. This was the female blue-balls. I groaned out at the stinging slaps and she crashed into me, kissing the back of my neck. What has gotten into Alison tonight? I had never experienced Ali in that way. I loved every minute of this and I couldn't wait to return the punishment.
"How close were you to coming?" she whistled at my ear, grazing it with her teeth.
"Ali," my breath hitched.
She pulled my limp body over and kissed me softly this time lying on my side. "I'm gonna finish you baby."
She was gentle this time and the soreness of my core made the clit feel oh so much better when she stimulated it. I actually cried into her shoulder while she brought me to a blistering orgasm. I couldn't stop saying 'I love you' while I was coming. And she held onto me until my body settled on the bed. I went right to sleep abandoning my plan to get her back. She drained my entire body, not even swimming drills did that to me.
Before I drifted off into sleep, she fell onto my chest and rubbed my stomach contented with her work. I have no idea what she did to me after that. I'd ask in the morning.