A/N; Not to give anything away, but PORN PORN PORN PORN PORN.
I can't believe I actually made it to chapter 5 without it.
I think, I know, that that is a personal record of mine.
Thank you guys for making this my most reviewed fic ever, I love you always, please let me know what you guys think.
I'm sorry it took forever. I'm not making any promises about the next chapter, but hopefully it will be up sooner. I'm actively working on my writing ADHD.
So yeah, this story is rated M for a reason. If you don't like smut you should probably just skip this chapter, or at least the last few parts.
And if you're only looking for porn, skip straight to the end.
Was it possible to stay alive for what seemed to be a very lengthy period of time completely without breathing? If not, she was quickly and unwillingly approaching her untimely, premature yet unavoidable death.
He was in her room.
The fact that he was able to not just scare her but downright frighten her, by simply uttering two words, was frustrating, and so utterly intimidating, and as blood was rushing to her face and her pulse was beating loudly in her ear, the sound of her mixing with the evil "you wish" that was seemingly still echoing off of the walls in the large suite, she felt small. So, so small.
Her whole body was tense, as if she was laying on needles, and the sharp edges were mercilessly stabbing her skin, slowly but surely destined to poke and puncture her internal organs if she moved even a fraction of an inch.
It was making it hard to breath, as if the needles had already cut into her lungs.
It was almost physically painful.
Crap, she was naive. And dumb.
She had somehow managed to feel a clearly false sense of security for the last day or two.
How could she have been so stupid as to think that Mr. Moon was actually going to leave her alone?
Austin's words from the previous night was ringing in her head, loudly, like a doomsday soundtrack, or perhaps a funeral hymn stuck on an infinite repeat.
"Once he sets his eyes on something, he doesn't give up."
Another low, hissing sound slithered into her reluctant ears and rudely interrupted her rapidly escalating train of thoughts.
She realized that he was laughing.
Evily.
Again.
Right.
She was screwed, although she was violently but quietly praying that she wouldn't literally be.
This late night, or perhaps more accurately this very early morning, he was apparently not a wolf, but a snake, undoubtedly poisonous, and still a predator, but one going for the slow kill rather than a bloody, violent massacre, a much more sophisticated and thereby even more torturous technique.
She knew he was getting closer, as the snake laugh was growing louder, and she unsuccessfully tried to scream when she felt his seemingly scaly hand move in over her mouth, and she almost gagged and choked at the same time as his cold, dry skin made unwanted contact with hers.
His hand felt freezing, as if he was literally cold-blooded, and it almost made her own blood freeze too.
She contemplated biting him, although she wasn't the snake, but it was as if his presence automatically rendered her immobile, her head spinning like a large-sized and eternal dreidel yet her body limp, like she was actually already dead and they were currently attending her funeral, her bed being the coffin that she literally couldn't get out of.
She could sense rather than see him lean in towards her, what she assumed to be his nose brushing slightly but noticeably against her neck, and his breath on her skin made her want to crawl out of it. She jumped, most likely out of reflex, her body bouncing off of the thick mattress.
"Oh, the things I could do to you."
She was suddenly partially unfrozen, somehow able to shake her head, and frantically so, but it didn't seem to deter him. At all.
"I like to take my time, though, and that's the one thing I don't currently have and the only thing I can't buy. I'm leaving, temporarily, but I just wanted to remind you of something. Nobody says no to me. Nobody. I'm going away for a few days on business, but don't you for a minute, for a second, think that this is over. Sooner or later, I always win."
He lingered for a minute, the faint, dark outline of his large body burning into her still slightly blurry eyes like something straight out of a budget horror movie, the room quiet except for his too heavy breathing, and it seemed like he had mercilessly stolen hers and was now breathing for both of them, while the smell of his too close and too minty breath was almost making her gag.
He finally let go of her mouth and started walking away, towards the door, but she still wasn't breathing.
She was pretty sure her face must be a nice shade of blue, or perhaps purple by now, and she was almost at a point where it hurt as much not to breath as it did to do so.
But she couldn't breathe, couldn't relax.
Not yet.
It wasn't over yet.
And it suddenly hit her, like an overwhelming tsunami of despair, that she wasn't entirely sure that it ever would be.
He was moving fast towards the door, yet absolutely not fast enough, and she felt like she was about to have a heart attack when he came to a stop right before he was about to open it.
Couldn't he just freaking leave already?
"Oh, and I know that I can trust you to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, and in return, for now, I'm going to make you the too generous favor of conveniently forgetting to let my wife in on the fact that you, for some unknown reason, was expecting my son to come and visit you, in your bedroom, in the middle of the night. But who knows, my memory might vastly improve depending on the level of your...cooperation."
Ah, blackmail.
Lovely.
Just what she needed.
The cherry on top of the less and less appetizing sundae that was her current life.
He started to move, then stopped abruptly once more. Just like her heart beat.
"Oh, and about Austin. You may think you're different, that you're special, but I know my son. You're just a sperm deposit, no different from any of the rest of them. And believe me, he'll forget about you even quicker than I will."
He hiss-laughed again as he finally opened the door.
"I'll see you in a few days when I get back in from Miami."
He quietly closed the door behind him, the sound of it ironically more of a signal of freedom than captivity, and she finally inhaled, or maybe exhaled, either way the air automatically felt cleaner, fresher, when he was no longer around, despite the faint scent of his too expensive cologne still lingering in the room, relentlessly poking her nostrils like the liquid, suffocating poison similar to the one she was pretty certain to flood through his spineless body.
His words were registering in her too tired brain, circulating in there for a minute, and she got the uncomfortable feeling that she had missed something, that he was dangling an important piece of information right in front of her eyes, and although it was there, right at the top of her thoughts, she couldn't quite put her shaking finger on it.
Not the part about Austin, that she already knew.
But what was it?
Wait.
Wait wait wait.
Miami?
That was odd.
She suddenly, and for the very first time, wished she could switch places with him.
There was nowhere she wanted to be more than in her home city.
Especially after the past 12 or so hours.
It hurt not to breath, it hurt to breath, it hurt not to think, it hurt to think.
Everything hurt.
She was hurting.
The room was quiet, her short breaths slowly increasing in length and her anger at her incapacity to just fucking defend herself increasing at the same rate, her hands fisting into the luxurious cover and for a split second she wanted to rip it apart, shred the material into pieces until they were small like molecules, seemingly disappearing into thin air and her somehow joining them.
A few minutes later, and her anger was subsiding, slowly turning into something else.
Maybe sadness.
Perhaps heartache.
He had left.
Thankfully.
But, he...he had also left.
Oh the irony.
One of them had left when she wanted him to cum, and the other one had come (thankfully in only one sense of that word) when all she wanted was for him to leave.
And never come back.
She stayed in bed, for a bit longer than usual, wanting to make sure that the snake was actually gone before she got up, as she was replaying both the unpleasant early morning and the all but unpleasant previous night in her mind.
Mr Moon and Mr Moan.
They were such polar opposites, as one of them managed to leave her body physically hurting, aching, and the other one leaving her body aching for more.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
She had practically served her body to him like a meal on some sort of silver platter, just like he had had most of the things in his life served to him, but he had made it painfully and oh so heart-hurtingly clear that he wasn't hungry.
If only the same could be said for his father.
She realized that it was slowly getting lighter outside, the morning signaling it's impending arrival by allowing the unfailing sunshine to color the room in blotchy shades of brightness, and she was kind of surprised that the twins had not yet woken her up, as they generally and usually did.
Maybe they were in the kitchen already, probably waiting for her and the sugary cereal that they almost seemed to be addicted to by now.
She sighed as she got up, her body still hurting, making her way to the bathroom and looking at her tired face in the large mirror for a minute before she got dressed, slowly so, her head pounding as if she was severely hangover, and she did kind of feel like vomiting, albeit not from too much alcohol.
She got dressed, quickly or at least semi-so, and then made her way over to the kitchen.
The twins weren't there, but the space was far from empty, yet only containing one person, but for once, the space felt way too crowded.
Damn.
At least it was the somewhat pleasant version of the tall blond type, or at least the one that was pleasant to look at, but she didn't really want to see him.
Or anyone.
He was standing by the long counter, nonchalantly leaning up against it, as if he was waiting for her, and she registered a small, hesitant smile on his face once he saw her.
She immediately looked away, and continued to avoid looking right at him, as if he was the sun and she was worried that her tired eyes might irrevocably burn if she did.
She was successful at not looking at him for a full minute or so, before her gaze somehow and unexplainably and as if by some sort of black magic were drawn back to him, landing right on and diving right into his brown ones, and her very dead yet somehow extremely alive heart skipped a beat.
Crap.
He looked hot, of course he did, but also kind of serious, and she was happy to see that he at least had the decency to also look somewhat ashamed.
A very graphic recap from the previous night instantly started to replay in her head, affecting he body in ways she wished it wouldn't.
God damn it.
He hadn't said a word, he had simply just looked at her, and yet it was as if she was still freaking vibrating from his presence, yearning for his touch, longing for his tounge on her skin, his heav(enl)y breathing in her ear...
Enough.
Enough enough enough.
She was humiliated, and disappointed, although she quickly realized that the disappointment she felt was also partially directed towards herself.
She should have known better.
He had been honest all along.
Heck, he had even specifically told her on several occasions to stay away from him.
She only had herself to blame.
She should have known that there was no use in trying to teach an old dog new tricks and all of that.
She was pretty sure that he knew many tricks already, though.
Whatever.
Some of said tricks started playing in her head.
Gah.
It was ridiculous.
She had absolutely no sufficient defense to fight back the artillery that was him.
How was it even possible that both of them left her feeling so freaking helpless?
He ran his fingers through his more than usually unruly hair. "Hey, Ally, I..." His voice was a bit uneven.
She interrupted him by holding up her hand, while rapidly shaking her head. "No."
She realized that she was almost screaming, but she kind of didn't care.
She was too tired to care.
So, so tired.
Of everything.
He looked surprised, or maybe stunned, or maybe sad, or maybe a combination of all of the above, but she was simply too overwhelmed to let him talk.
"I just..."
She interrupted him again, her anger towards him and his father and herself suddenly bubbling to the surface, overtaking her head an controlling her mouth.
"I'm over it. I don't play games, I don't do whatever this is." She was moving her hand in a rapid and disorganized motion between them. "So please just...don't. I'm not your usual bimbo, I'm not a god damn toy that you can play with however you please, so just follow your own freaking advice and stay away from me."
He now undoubtedly looked sad, and once again kind of broken, just as he had by the fire the previous night (gosh, was that not even a full day ago?), as if he wanted to tell her a million and one things but didn't really know how to. "I know you're not, that's why I..."
"Save it." She didn't care. She couldn't. She may want him bad, but she did still have a portion of self-preservation and dignity left. A very, very small one.
They stared at each other for a second, maybe a minute, quietly, before she turned around and walked away from him for once, feeling his sad gaze digging into her back like extra-sharpened darts, her heart the inevitable bullseye, but she didn't stop as she determinedly made her way towards the twins bedroom.
The door was cracked open, and she peeked in, only to see that the housekeeper had already made their beds and that the twins were nowhere to be found.
Where were they?
Maybe upstairs?
Ahhhhhhhh.
She really didn't want to go upstairs, despite the snake temporarily being off pestering some other jungle.
She exited the bedroom, and then she suddenly remembered something, something that felt blurred and far off.
Right.
Right right right.
Cassidy's distant something something, aunt or cousin or whatever, was coming into a nearby town for the day and Cassidy had in an odd gesture of pretending to be a good parent decided to bring the kids to see them, all by herself.
So she had another day off.
She suspected that it hadn't necessarily been an act of kindness, but rather, an attempt to keep up with the blonde's act of being perceived as perfect.
Cassidy had told her a couple of days prior, but in between nearly getting molested and sucking face with Austin, she had somehow forgotten.
She turned around, making her way back towards her suite, her head still pounding and the headache growing worse with each passing step.
What a freaking morning. Day. Week. Month.
She reached her goal, loudly slamming the door shut behind her, as if that would somehow make the absence of a lock less inconvenient, then walking straight to and into her bed, not even bothering to get underneath the covers before falling asleep almost immediately, then dreaming blond nightmares inconveniently interspersed with blond wet dreams.
...
She woke up a couple of hours later, considerably peaceful, the headache gone despite the all but restful sleep, and she yet again lingered in bed for a minute as she tried to decide what she wanted to do for the rest of the day.
Staying in the mansion was not an option, snake or no snake, she still felt a bit suffocated despite its abundantly large size.
She needed to get out.
A few minutes later, and she was walking along the outside, narrow pathway, the perfect temperature the most pleasant thing that she had experienced all day, the light breeze making love to her skin in ways that he had failed to.
Sigh.
She had finally managed to push Mr. Moon out of her head.
But he was still in it.
Those kisses, that damn body hard against hers, the exhilarating combination of having the power of making him feel so turned on mixed with the helplessness of him making her feel the exact same way, lost in each other and...
She shook her head, perhaps in a futile attempt to make him dizzy enough to simply just leave, while she was heading for the spacious garage.
She had decided to finally see what California had to offer outside of the gated community. Cassidy had given her free access to a car, and she was still yet to use it.
There was a whole world out there, a world without crazy drama and lunatics, a world that was difficult to remember when cooped up inside a luxury mansion that looked like heaven but reminded her of hell.
She hadn't driven anything but the golf cart since she had gotten there, for some reason too anxious to ride the luxurious cars with the twins in tow.
But today, today, she was going to explore.
It would be a while before she'd have another day off.
She didn't really have a distinct plan, she was wearing her bikini and a light beach wrap, and she had packed some light food, aiming to drive along the famous coastline until finding a place where she could relax.
And think.
A change of scenery might be just what she needed to clear her head from its last intruder.
She was almost by said garage, when something, most likely a strong set of arms, wrapped around her, from behind, and as if on cue she immediately froze, a small "hmpf" leaving her mouth in surprise before she found herself being pulled into the spacious darkness.
Crap crap crap crap crap.
She had fallen for it, fallen for the clearly false claim that he was going to be gone.
She was screwed and this time it would no doubt be literally.
Panic and bile rose through her at matching rate, until she heard his voice.
'Sshhhhh.'
The voice was different, as it didn't sound like her tormenter. Well, at least not the one she was scared of.
It was the voice of a playful kitty cat, not the hiss of a snake.
But she was still in no mood to play.
Or in the mood to pet anything, for that matter.
Her fear turned into anger, quickly, as if controlled by a too easily moved light switch, and as he quietly laughed she grew if possible even angrier.
"What are you doing?" She was already short on breath, and it didn't get any better by her current semi-screaming.
He could clearly tell that she was angry, as he released her from his disgustingly wonderful arms.
"I'm sorry." She wasn't completely sure what he was apologizing for, but he clearly meant it, and she immediately felt bad for screaming at him.
It wasn't his fault that her fear of his father was making her a bit jumpy.
She took a step away from him, mostly to prove a point, before she unwillingly turned towards him, his face visible but not completely clear in the semi-blackness of the garage, and her mood once again changed, from anger to that weird, indescribable feeling that he seemed to be an expert at triggering in her.
"We need to talk." She could tell that he was nervous, but she wasn't really sure of why.
"No, we don't. Last night was pretty self-explanatory, don't you think?"
The last trace of his previous smile immediately fled from his face, as if she had literally punched him in the stomach, and not just so in her vivid imagination.
And then he smirked. "Well, what are you going to do, cover your ears and walk away from me again?"
She almost snorted. "Now you know how it feels."
She couldn't help but notice that he looked if possible even more sad, and her ambiguous feelings instantly turned even more ambiguous, so she did the only thing she could think of and took a few additional shaky steps away from him on her wobbly legs.
She didn't make it very far, perhaps a couple of steps or three, before his arms were around her once again, almost even firmer than before, yet not seemingly in an attempt to restrain her but more so to calm her down.
To her dismay, it kind of worked.
They stood there for a minute, his arms engulfing her entire being, both of them breathing in unison, their pressed-together bodies somehow speaking the words that their mouths weren't.
"Stop being mad at me. I can't function when you're not talking to me". He was mumbling things into her hair, as if he was caressing the brown, curly strands with his words.
He lessened his grip just a little, moving his hand to her face and thereby making it absolutely impossible for her not to look at him, as they were still standing too close, their breaths mingling in some improvised, seductive dance, and it was kind of a hard to pretend to stay mad when she was violently overcome by the desire of wanting to taste the inside of his mouth.
"Please. Just hear me out."
He was as good of an animal impersonator as his father, now doing his puppy act, and she felt helpless and weak once again, although this time kind of in a good way and she felt her resolute decrease faster than the water level in a broken bottle.
"Spend one day with me, and if you still feel the same way, I want ever bother you again. I promise. Pinky promise."
She nodded, her mouth still too stubborn to comply, but she had to fight hard not to smile when he held up his hand in some sort of weird pose, and it took her a second before she realized that he was expecting her to actually pinky shake on it.
Her hand moved, by no control of her own, and soon his long finger was intertwined with her much shorter one, while a humongous smile made home on his face and a much smaller one was attaching to hers.
Did people ever say no to him? She doubted it, and it bothered her.
He was clearly his fathers son in some aspects.
His eyes were back at molesting hers, and he was still swallowing her air, making it hard to breathe, and for a split second she thought he might kiss her, but he didn't.
Good.
"Let's get out of here, let's go for a short ride. I'll drive. Walk down the block and wait for me there."
"Why?"
"I don't want anyone seeing us leaving together." She instinctively knew it was yet another effort to protect her.
She laughed. "Nobody's even here?"
His face was serious as he repeated his line from a few days prior."Someone is always watching."
That still gave her chills, and not in a good way. "Fine, but I'm not going to talk to you."
He laughed, as if he knew it was an empty claim, but didn't disagree with her.
She had made it more than halfway down the long block when he pulled up next to her, playfully honking the horn and startling her, before he pulled to a complete stop by the paved sidewalk.
The black convertible was probably worth more than her entire college tuition combined, and so shiny that she could see her own reflection in it, and for the first time in a while she remembered that he was actually disgustingly rich.
Or more accurately, his dad was. But he was disgusting in other ways too.
He laughed, as if he could tell what she was thinking.
"I only drive it when my dad is out of town. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I actually enjoy one or two of the perks of being attached to his life style. Now please get in."
He got out and walked around the car, then opening the door for her, not so much in an attempt at being a gentleman but more so, she suspected, so he would be able to push her into it if she wouldn't get in by herself.
She climbed in, more or less graciously so and he smiled again as he restarted the car.
He was going pretty slow, and they rode in silence, the wind playing with her hair, probably making a mess out of it but it wasn't as if she cared. There was nobody there that she wanted to impress, anyways.
Right.
Nobody.
The wind had messed up nobody's hair, as well, and the sun that was relentlessly engulfing them from above was painting some light color on his too handsome face, leaving a slight rose underneath his black sunglasses and as he was still smiling, she could have sworn that his dimples had somehow grown over night.
Was that even possible?
His arms were so large, the muscles clearly visual underneath the dark, tightish v-neck, and he wasn't even doing anything except for holding on to the steering wheel of the disgustingly expensive car and yet she couldn't take her eyes off him.
And to top it all off, he was wearing some sort of short board-shorts, red ones, tight ones, shorts that managed to leave very little for the imagination and still, mysteriously, made her imagine a lot of things.
The scenery was beautiful. Breathtaking, even. And she hadn't even really looked outside the car yet.
Another few minutes passed, ticking by just like the miles traveled, him driving with a neutral expression on his face and she almost thought he had forgotten that she was even there when he finally spoke.
"So, are you going to give me the silent treatment all day?"
What did he mean by all day? She had thought they were just going for a short ride.
She suddenly noticed the surfboards thrown into the back seat, along with towels and some sort of bag and other junk that she wasn't sure what it was for.
It looked like they were going camping.
For like a week.
She held quiet for a few more minutes before giving in.
"So, where are we going?"
He smiled, one of both triumph and relief, as they both knew she had lost the quiet, one-sided battle, but she kind of didn't care anymore.
She wasn't really a fighter, not a true warrior.
And it was kind of funny how curiosity was said to kill the cat, and yet her pussy was clearly alive and well, just perhaps a bit soaked, courtesy of his dimpled, euphoric smile.
"Nowhere. Anywhere. I just wanted us to spend some time alone, away from it all."
"Isn't it kind of funny, considering how quick you are to leave me behind, that you're suddenly going to extremes to be alone with me?"
He suddenly pulled the car over, by stepping on the breaks and coming to a complete, screeching stop by the side of the narrow road, and she looked around as if she was trying to search for clues to what they were doing there.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, but instead stared straight at the road for a minute before turning towards her.
Serious.
So damn serious.
"I didn't leave last night because I didn't want you, I left because I did. Do. Want you, I mean."
His head flipped back against the leather car seat, perhaps in annoyance, his throat clearly exposed to her, as if he was now declaring defeat and god, did she want to nibble on that Adam's apple. Even if it was as poisoned as Eve's.
She didn't really know what to say, so she stayed quiet.
Another minute passed before he spoke again.
"I don't do the whole dating-relationship thing."
She laughed, dryly. "Trust me, I know that..."
"So I do...one nighters."
Ahem.
Was it just her, or was the warm air suddenly a bit too hot to breath?
She couldn't pretend that it didnt bother her to think of him in bed with anyone else.
Hurt a bit, even.
Crap.
She was suddenly incredibly jealous of anyone, everyone, who had been in bed with him.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
She was jealous.
This wasn't good. Not good at all.
"Right..." What else was she supposed to say?
"So, I...the...I mean I'm always honest and stuff, and Kira is, was, an exception, I guess, although I never felt..."
She interrupted him, because she was pretty sure that she was going to violently vomit all over the luxurious leather seats if she had to continue to picture him in bed with the dark-haired beauty that clearly had some sort of pull on him.
"Listen, as nice as it is for you to practically kidnap me, then driving me off to who knows where, only to discuss your...sex life, I really don't want to hear it."
She was still not looking at him, as she just knew that her resolve to be cold towards him would evaporate into the too hot air as a rapidly as a melting ice cube as soon as she did so.
"You don't get it." She could see him shaking his head in her peripheral vision.
"Possibly and probably because you're not explaining it very well."
"Look, one night and then that's it, I lose interest and it's...over. But I don't want it, this, us, to be over. I'm not ready to say goodbye to you just yet."
Now he wasn't looking at her and she couldn't not look at him.
He didn't want them to be over.
And then he looked up, his gaze piercing right through her, sincere emotions running from his muddy pools into her own.
"I like having you around. I don't want to ruin that, I don't want to mess things up. And trust me, I always mess things up."
He seemed so sad, so regretful, so...insecure, and it bothered her almost as much as his by now far off cockiness initially had.
"Listen, I'm not looking for a god damn proposal, I'm leaving in a few weeks anyways and it's probably better if we don't..."
She didn't complete her sentence, as he almost literally flinched, as if her slowly approaching departure somehow was news to him.
Crap, it was hurting her a bit, too.
"All I'm saying is...let's just hang out, get to know each other and have fun. Stop running away and stop trying to protect me from you, I can make my own damn decisions."
He nodded as he looked up at her, still serious. "I kind of like it when you curse."
She smacked him in the chest and he laughed, and then yawned. "I'm sorry, I kept replaying leaving you in your bed like that last night and I couldn't sleep."
And then she leaned over and kissed him.
He tasted like sugar and spice and everything nice, but she was pretty sure he was made out of other things than snips and snails and puppy dog tails, as something harder and metal like was poking her leg once she moved to straddle him in the spacious driver's seat of the impeccably kept car.
Her hips were rubbing into his, some funny noises escaping from between their joint lips, and she could feel him hardening even further when she pressed her body down against him, her mouth nearly eating his and his hands now firmly placed on her ass, making her forget time and place and reason.
Where were they again?
Right. Clearly on their way towards fucking each other's brains out in the front seat if his luxury car, by the side of some road in broad daylight.
Yeah.
Nope.
She climbed off of him, and he groaned out loud. "Where are you going?"
She nodded towards the back.
"I thought we were going to the beach."
He cleared his throat.
"Right. Beach. Just...give me a minute."
She noticed that his short shorts were suddenly very, very tight.
By the looks of it, maybe they were going camping, after all.
A minute later, a minute he spent not looking at her, and he cleared his throat again before restarting the engine, the car coming to life like a roaring tiger, and soon they were cruising down the narrow highway, her worries dissipating a bit more each second, as if they were literally driving away from all their problems and she couldn't help but to feel that the ride had been too short when he pulled up next to a small and kind of busy beach.
She looked out over it. It was definitely a public one, not a familiar face in sight, and that was a good thing.
It was perhaps a bit less clean and a bit more crowded yet somehow a lot nicer.
She couldn't help but smile again at all the stuff he had packed.
Towels, a beach chair, he had even brought a freaking umbrella, although it was kind of odd that he had offered to carry everything else but that.
Not that she let him. She was more than capable of carrying things.
They settled a few yards away from the moving yet quiet ocean, the sun light reflecting off of it almost blinding her despite her sunglasses, and the hot rays were already burning her sensitive skin.
"Good thing you brought the umbrella."
He nodded. "You think you can set it up, though?"
"Of course." She wanted to question his obvious nervousness, but she didn't.
It was as if he could tell. "I don't like them very much."
"You don't like umbrellas?" She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
He shook his head and she realized that he was completely serious.
Crap, he was cute.
And she realized she was falling, as off a cliff, and it was amazing and scary all at once, becuase as much as she enjoyed the famous butterflies in her stomach, she was not entirely sure that he would still be standing at the bottom of the cliff once she got there.
And, even if he was, she wasn't sure he was strong enough to handle the unavoidable impact.
But she didn't think she could stop from falling, anyways.
She set up the umbrella, and then they were sitting there, her in the shade and him in the sunshine a few feet away, the slight breeze playing with the flaps of the umbrella while they were talking about everything and nothing.
She contemplated, for a quick millisecond, to tell him about his dad and their encounter earlier in the morning, but she quickly pushed the thought away.
This was a happy place, not to be contaminated by poisonous snakes.
"Can we just stay here for forever." She was kind of thinking out loud.
"You have no idea how amazing that sounds."
They continued to talk, the time flying by as swiftly as the wind, and it was already early afternoon when he nodded towards the surfboards.
"So, are you ready for your lesson?"
"What?" She played dumb. For some reason she really didn't want him to see how utterly uncoordinated she was.
"Please, I know you know what I'm talking about." He was pointing towards the boards now, as to emphasize what he meant.
"I don't think so." She continued to shake her head.
"Come on. I'll keep you safe. I promise."
He did have a point. He made her feel more safe than anyone else she had met since she had arrived there.
And then she thought of something.
"I do it if you come and sit with me under the umbrella once we are finished."
He hesitated, she knew he did, but he still nodded his head, albeit not very convincingly.
She crawled out from underneath the shade. "Pinky promise?" She was giggling as it was her turn to hold out her hand, and he didn't leave her hanging, their fingers once again embracing and none of them moved for a few seconds, as if both of them wanted to prolong the moment.
"Ok, it's a deal. Let's start off on the sand first." He was smirking again.
An hour later, and they had moved on to the water, although she still hadn't figured out how to stand up or even get up on that damn board.
She tried, once again, and fell off, once again, the water splashing everywhere and she got even more frustrated when he surfed by her, perfectly so, expertedly riding the wave all the way to the shore and she sourly swam towards him.
"I'm terrible."
"Yes, you are." He laughed, as if he couldn't disagree with her, and she playfully punched him in the arm. She was pretty sure it hurt her more than him, though.
"You're very good at being terrible, though."
"Thanks. Maybe you're just a terrible, no-good teacher."
"I bet there are some things I could teach you, though." He was clearly not talking about surfing anymore.
She wasn't going to argue with that.
He convinced her to try a few more times before he finally let her give up on the board, after promising that she would try again soon, and they spent another few minutes body surfing, side by side, before he nodded towards the shore.
"Ready?"
"I'll race you."
He laughed and took off, and she quickly realized that he was as good of a swimmer as he was surfer.
She didn't stand a chance.
She reached the shore, soon Running behind him on the hot sand, only to see him stop dead in his tracks a few feet away from to oh so not intimidating looking umbrella.
She caught up to him and he looked as if he was in pain, as if he was physically hurting.
Crap, she knew that feeling way too well.
She had experienced it as late as earlier the same day.
And suddenly, she knew there was absolutely no way that she was not going to make sure he followed through on his promise, as she was determined, almost as if she wasn't just helping him get over his fear, but also somehow her own.
"I don't know if I can do it." He sounded like a little kid.
Kind of looked like now, too. A scared one.
He was stinking adorable.
"Close your eyes then. I'll lead the way."
He swallowed hard and complied, extending his hand for her to grab it and she guided him in underneath the umbrella.
"Just...breathe." She knew too well by experience that that sounded easier than it sometimes was.
She pushed him down on the spread open beach towel, softly, then laying down next to him, seeing his wet chest raising and lowering in quick, nervous breaths and she couldn't help herself from leaning in and kissing him.
Again.
Crap, she was weak.
The first kiss was soft, maybe hesitant but still hot as hell, his eyes still shut closed when her lips made contact with his, but they immediately flew open when she outlined his lips with her wet tongue.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her wet body close to his as they continued making out under the beach umbrella, laying side by side, facing each other and away from the rest of the world, as if the umbrella was protecting them rather than scaring them, and as if the beach was theirs and theirs alone, and there were no creepy fathers, no inappropriate stepmothers, no Elliot, no Kira, no money problems or dead mothers.
Just the two of them.
Damn, he was a good kisser, but she already knew that.
She moved away, needing to reassure him.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Parts of him apparently begged to differ, though.
He shook his head. "It's amazing, I feel like I can do anything when I'm with you."
She didn't have the time to answer before he grabbed her and kissed her again.
The sunlight was slowly decreasing, the warm air cooling, at the same rate as they were going in the complete opposite direction, each consecutive kiss a step closer to them ripping each other's clothes off.
His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, tickling her salty skin and he groaned, quietly and only for her to hear.
"Do you have any fucking idea what that bikini does to me?" His voice was hoarse, rough, as if it was a big effort to speak, his fingers playing with her hair while he was whispering into her ear.
"I'm about to fuck you, hard, here, in public, so unless that's how you want it to go down, we need to stop."
There was something, someone, she wanted to go down, alright, but as She didn't trust herself not stop. "Let's head back home."
They packed up, both of them giggling while doing so, almost as if they were intoxicated, then dragging the umbrella and the rest of the stuff back to the car.
She was about to jump in to the passenger seat when he throw her the keys.
She caught them, by reflex, then looking at him in confusion.
"Don't you want to drive it?"
She shook her head, violently.
"Come on. Try it out."
"I might kill us both. I'm not a very good driver."
He shrugged. "You're kind of already killing me. And besides, it's your turn to do something scary."
She thought for a quick minute before she nodded her head in agreement.
Time to live a little.
She took his seat, turned the key and the engine spun to life, purring like a kitty cat that slowly turned into a tiger as she increased in speed, soon flying down the coast way.
"Doesn't it feel kind of good to be in control of something so powerful?" He was screaming to make himself heard.
She nodded, because it did.
And she did like to be completely in control.
She deliberately slowed down as they approached the neighborhood, to soon, her mood deteriorating a bit further with each mile traveled.
She didn't want to go back.
She came to a stop a block away, but he made her drive all the way up to the mansion.
"I'll come up with some type of explanation if anyone asks why we arrived together. I don't want you to walk by yourself in the dark."
She complied, soon pulling into the garage, then unwillingly killing the engine along with her mood.
"That was fun." That pretty much summarized the major part of the day, too.
She climbed out, grabbing her bag before coming to a standstill next to the car.
"Thank you." She wasn't sure exactly what she was thanking him for.
"My pleasure." She wasn't really sure of what he was referring to, either.
"Well...good night." She didn't know what else to say, having spent half the day pissed off at him and the other half making out with him, so she just turned around and started to walk away while hoping that he would once again stop her.
He moved fast, almost slamming her into the nearby wall, his mouth finding hers in the same semi-darkness where they had started the day. His kiss was different from the ones they had shared on the beach, as it was obvious that he was hungry, perhaps even starving, and he was quickly transforming from pet to predator, from harmless to enticingly dangerous, and she couldn't think of anything else that she rather experience than him unleashing his animalistic instincts on her.
His hands were under her cover-up, playing with the side string of her bikini bottom, and for a moment she thought (wished) that he would take her there, up against the wall in the darkened garage.
He broke away and leaned his forehead against hers, their equally heavy breaths stabbing the quietness of the garage for a few minutes before he spoke.
"I'm leaving my door unlocked. If you're smart, you won't come to see me. I can promise you without a doubt that i won't walk away if you do."
And then he did exactly that.
She lingered for a minute, her back still up against the wall, as she wasn't entirely sure that she was going to be physically able to walk the shirt distance to her room Belford she pulls herself together and made it back to her room.
She took a quick shower, the last lingering grains of sand leaving her body along with the last traces of hesitation.
She got redressed, throwing on whatever she could find, than quickly making her way over to his residence, where a small light in one of the big windows was leading the way.
She knocked and half a second later, the door flew open, as if it was mounted on a reflexive, spiral wire, his muscular arm quickly pulling her into the pool house that had intrigued her since the first day she had first gotten there, before slamming the door shut behind her and then taking a few steps away from her, only to lean up against the nearby bookshelf.
She noticed that he must have taken a shower, too, as his chest was bare and there was nothing but an oversized towel wrapped around his waist.
She kind of wanted to wrap herself around his waist.
She was tying to pretend that she didn't see the mix of sadness and hornyness that was blending into his facial features, his eyes dark and his face serious as he remained quiet.
She looked around, briefly registering the nicely decorated, spacious room, the darkness outside transforming the sparsely lit interior into a cozy, almost intimate cave, and she couldn't help but to look at the very large bed that was situated up against the adjacent wall.
He cleared his throat and she walked up towards him, and he didn't say a word, simply and instantly gluing his lips to hers once she reached him, the kiss all sorts of rough and wonderful.
"Ally." He sounded as if he was almost in pain. "I don't think, know, that I can't resist you any longer." As if she wanted him to.
His hands were on her hips, covering almost her entire waist, and he was nibbling slightly on her lower lip, letting his mouth trace hers as if it was the appetizer in what sure to becum a lengthy meal, thoroughly exploring her mouth as if it was a smorgasbord, then flipping them around without breaking the kiss, pressing her back into the bookshelf, harshly, and some of the magazines that had rested on top of it fell down, making a loud banging sound against the wooden floor, as if there was an imminent earthquake about to happen, an earthquake that was inescapably going to shake up their world.
His large hand was no longer on her waist, but moving in under her light t-shirt, tickling her skin in pleasure laden teases, feeling, caressing, almost admiring, creating quickly spreading goosebumps all over her now tanned skin, before he started to undress her, slowly, as if he was still debating whether it was the right thing to do, removing her thin tee before reaching for and pulling down her shorts. She stepped out of them, the soft material tickling her feet as it hit the floor and he moved to remove her bra as well, the lacy material joining her shorts before his finger graced her hardened nipple, massaging, slowly and unhurriedly, letting his hand travel down her body in an almost painfully slow exploration while his tongue continued to make love to hers.
His hand reached it's destination, between her legs, softly massaging her, outside of her underwear, playing an improvised round of connect the dots all over her, outlining but not diving in, the noises coming out of his mouth while doing so doing absolutely nothing to decrease her soakness situation and she knew he could feel her wetness through the thin panty material.
He suddenly stopped and she whined.
"Lay down." He nodded towards the bed and she complied, as it clearly wasn't a question.
She almost ran, throwing herself on top of it, on her back, and her body hadn't even stopped bouncing off of it before he ripped of her underwear and positioned himself on top of her, the towel still wrapped around his waist but his bare chest pressing into hers, making her nipples if possible even harder and she moaned, loudly so, when he let one of them slip into his wet mouth.
He sucked, nibbled, his tongue now making his way down her body, leaving a wet trail on her skin along with a desire that grew more impatient with each lick.
And then his head was between her legs. "I want to taste you." He spread her legs open, clearly past the point where he felt as if he needed her approval, allowing his lips to make contact with her wet ones, and then she was the buffet, and if he hadn't been hungry the night before he was clearly and currently making up for it.
He was licking her, slowly, thoroughly, exploring her as if he was creating a mental map with his tongue, outlining every inch of her while making humming noises of appreciation, as if she was some sort of delicacy and she screamed, loudly, when he added a finger, pumping her slowly while he continued to lick her and she almost came immediately from the sensation of having one of his body parts inside if her.
He sped up, ever so slightly, soon licking her into bliss, his finger continuing to move in and out of her while her orgasmic pussy squeezed his finger tight as she was riding out her high with his name loudly ringing from her mouth, like the music she was intending to someday write, although the chorus a mix of screams and profanities was slightly more mature than her usual masterpieces.
Holy hell.
She got up, still breathing heavily.
It was her turn.
He had moved to stand up, as well, and with one quick pull on he was naked, the towel a messy pile on the floor and she pushed him down on the bed, him soon imitating the position she herself had been in just a few minutes prior.
She straddled him, his body gloriously naked underneath her, his broad chest once again rubbing up against her much less broad one and she ran her tongue over his protruding collarbone, one of several things that were currently poking out towards her.
Her hips were perfectly aligned with his as she savored his sweaty skin, nibbling on him, his groans no longer just loud but close to ear-deafening and his fingers digging into her hips.
She made her way down, over his abs, his V, painting his exemplar body with her saliva until she reached his throbbing cock, letting her lips engulf the head of it, sucking on it before sliding a small part of his lengthy cock into her mouth, and his hands were fisting her hair, pulling on it a bit harder as she started to move her mouth up and down, taking more and more of him in until his dick hit the back of her throat and he groomed as if he was about to die.
She repeated, over and over, simultaneously stroking him with her hand and she knew that he was about to cum in her mouth when he pulled her up towards him.
He flipped them around, positing himself between her spread wide legs and then just looking at her for a second, as if looking for some sort of confirmation.
She nodded and he started slow, but rough, harshly slamming himself into her in one big push, screaming out some version of her name as he filled her completely and deeply, his mouth attached to her collarbone as he pulled out and pushed himself repeatedly into her awaiting and accommodating wetness, the wetness that somehow managed to increase even further with each thrust.
He continued to go slow, then gradually speeding up, her nails digging into his neck,his back, his ass, until he lost control, or almost so, the speed of his thrusts soon almost matching that of the Porsche she had driven only a few hours prior, his dick hitting her hard while the bed was banging hardly against the wall, mimicking his movements that were becoming more and more disorganized, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming.
His mouth was latched to her sensitive neck and their bodies so close that the sweat might as well could have been glue, their skin so intimately pressed together that they were blending into each other, and she lost it completely when he reached between them and found her clit, massaging her in short, quick circles until she was panting and screaming his name, cumming hard all around his dick, squeezing him tight in long waves until she felt him let go as well, pumping her full, sloppily and harshly and wonderfully, screaming out his orgasm into her neck while she was still vibratingaround him.
Wow.
Crap.
Shit.
Damn.
She kind of wanted to do it again. Right away, repeatedly and for forever.
But her breath hadn't even returned to normal, his dick still sheeted deep inside of her, when the voices started echoing inside her head.
He likes toys. Shiny new toys.
Austin doesn't do relationships.
He'll forget about you quicker than I will.
I do one-nighters.
I will mess it up.
Now she wasn't new and shiny anymore.
Crap.
"That was amazing." He sounded exhausted and content and she just nodded I agreement.
It had been amazing. Almost too amazing.
His arms wrapped around her from behind, tightly, and she realized that she was ending the very long day the same way she had started it.
Scared.
Frightened, even.
They had found a happy ending, but said happy ending might very well also be the end of their entire story.
And there was suddenly nothing that terrified her more than having to say goodbye to him.
She could feel him move behind her, still spooning her, whispering a quiet 'Good night' into her hair before his breaths grew even until she knew he was asleep. She followed suite, succumbing to her tiredness while hoping and praying that his arms would still be tightly wrapped around her when she was to too soon wake up in the rapidly approaching morning.
And the last thing she heard before entering dream land was her very fats beating heart.
...
She woke up, alone and disoriented at first.
Where was she?
And more importantly, where was he?