Insatiable:AlchemyDream
WARNING: This part is really only for older teens, but it isn't graphic enough for a 'M' rating. It contains an adult theme and a few coarse words. Please be advised!
Well, I guess by popular demand, here's another part! Thank you for the reviews, I was really surprised! I've decided to make this a three part piece. I apologize, this part is even smuttier, haha. What can I say. I've tried to keep it kind of ambiguous, but raw. So, yes, again, please enjoy!
Summary: Touch was never considered. Never was it explored, initiated, allowed. Touch closed the space between right and wrong, forever eliminating the line that she relied on.
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Touch was never considered. Never was it explored, initiated, allowed. Touch closed the space between right and wrong, forever eliminating the line that he relied on. And as he had stormed into her bedroom door, he had exercised great control in establishing this line once and for all.
It was not love making.
It was not sex.
It was just fucking.
Jay had been here many times in the past, sneaking his way to the back yard, grabbing the key from underneath the welcome mat, quietly turning the lock to open the back door. He would pad silently to her bedroom, where she would have her headphones on, her mind consumed with metal riffs. He would unceremoniously throw her to the bed, the way he knew she would appreciate it, and well, get on with it.
Looking down through half-lidded bedroom-blue eyes, Jay observed the incomparable beauty below him. A spit-fire bitch during day, an insatiable sex goddess by night. Alex had long been the object of his every affection, his trophy girlfriend. He was reminded of this every night that he found her writhing below him in her bed. Perfectly flawless olive skin, complimented by dark hazel eyes and full, round, plush lips. Everyone knew that Alex had Jay around her little finger. She was beautiful, smart, sexy, and demanded attention. He seemed to always be consumed with powerful women, women who deemed him so transparent and easy that they saw no worth in his existence. But tonight was different. Jay knew what he wanted. Even if he couldn't have it.
Disgusted with himself, he moved fiercely over Alex, trying to force himself to delight in the perfect sounds she made. He tried to get lost in the sharp fingernails in his skin, the smell of fruity shampoo and dewy skin. He tried to find consolation for his lonliness in the useless noise the mattress and bed frame made under their weight. But nothing would do. Emma's face would always appear, the slenderness of her form under the clothes permeating every last functioning corner of his mind.
If
you want to, I can be dirty too. I can spin you around pick you up
and go
Down if you want to I can be just like you and do the
dirty things you do...
He surrendered, losing himself in the recordings of the accidental minx that his five senses had documented.
And that's when the fucking was good. That's when it escalated to sex. To love-making. To a situation barely describable. That's when he felt the sweat break over the expanse of his back under the warm sheets. Everything transformed. Movement became kinesis, breathing became moaning for the vessel beneath him, interrupting his fantasy. Rhythm became unrestrained, forceful, and powerful until his sighs grew quicker, marking the end with a slightly louder one and a rolling of the hips, releasing frustration.
But strangely, he always found himself more frustrated after coming down.
Alex began the arduous process of bonding with him, wrapping her arms around his body and pulling him near, and he knew he couldn't refuse. He simply complied, laying his head on her damp clavicle, wanting nothing more than to take a shower. Alex would whisper romantic garbage into his unwilling ear and run her beautiful hands through his dark hair, complimenting him on his performance, wondering if she could have a ride to work tomorrow night, and a whole slew of inane, and unfitting pillow talk.
He knew the drill. Kiss her goodnight, tuck her in, and travel in reverse, as if nothing had happened. Get dressed, sneak back down the hall past her sleeping mother, out the door, into the car, down the street, into the house, into the bed.
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Jay watched the ceiling fan move in a slow rotation as he shifted his bare legs, scrubbing a fuzzy shin with his toe. He turned in the bed to gaze out the fluttering curtains into the street below.
She was out there, somewhere. Laying snug in her bed, without a thought in her pretty, vapid little head about him. She had simply gone home, slung her jacket onto the floor, removed her clothes, and fallen into bed without so much of a realization that she was crushing his world. And yet she would seek him out again next week, amid more faceless kids, to the same thumping music, underneath the same misinterpretation that this was what he wanted also. A quick, unsatisfying thrill.
He would never call it love. No, never love. Adoration, and infatuation. Deeper than a sheer physical level, but never emotional.
His addiction was spiritual. Every week she was the goddess he sought, the hopeless heaven that burned like acid, stained like ink. He yearned for some sort of divine retribution. He yearned to turn the lights down dully and show her exactly what prayer meant to him.
Jay's mind was carried away with flights of fancy, a strangely familiar warmth that intoxicated him beyong repair, that frustrated him until, had he been a lesser man, would have left him in tears. What exactly did it mean that Alex wasn't enough for him? That she had never been enough? Was it that she was always there? Or was it the detachment he had forged for so long that now pried him farther from his girlfriend? Perhaps that combined with the magnetism that Emma provided was the final straw. The two were like heat-seeking missles in a crowded room, and he wasn't so sure how it had gotten so bad.
In the end it came down to the simple fact that he had it all, and that would never be enough.
He felt selfishly insatiable.
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Well, bweep. There it is. More cranial spewing. Reviews are love!