Aftertaste (Sin #2)

XXXVII.

When I come to his boxer briefs, I linger a little, before I push them down. Alexander shifts on the bed, opening his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asks with his groggy, deep morning voice, his head lifted to see me more clearly.

"What I promised you'll get," I say sultrily.

He chuckles, his hand touching my cheek. "You don't have to do it just because we made a deal. I wasn't bein' serious." But by his longing look on his face, he wants this. And so do I.

"But I was. Besides, I like doing it so just shut up and enjoy the show."

My mouth just touches his tip when we hear it again. The meowing. I close my eyes as a, "Fucking hell!" flies out of Alexander's mouth. "What the fuck does she want? Fucking clockblocker."

I sigh and sit up because the meowing doesn't stop. Lady Macbeth sits by the door and just ... meows.

"That's it. We're taking her back today," Alexander says, plopping his feet on the ground.

I rub my lips together, feeling some of his frustration as well. "Nope," I say. "She's just like this now. She'll get used to it." Hopefully.

Alexander throws me a look over his shoulder. "I'm not taking my chances."

Poor guy. He goes to the bathroom and slams the door shut. I give Lady Macbeth an accusing look. "Look what you did now, you little troublemaker." She meows in return.

I get up from the bed and when I go near her, she doesn't run away, but she jumps away from my hand when I try to pet her. I guess she's really showing her favouritism. I give her food and change her water. I hear the shower running in the bathroom and I look at Lady Macbeth with pursed lips. "Just be good for thirty minutes, can you?" I mumble. She ignores me completely.

I take that as a yes.

I go to the bathroom and shut the door so the cat won't be able to come inside. I pull the oversized shirt over and take my panties off. Alexander's back is to me and even now I can see how tight his muscles are. His body is all tense because, quite frankly, one cat ruined his whole night and morning. But I'll make it up for it.

I slide in after him, pressing my naked body against his back. His water is freezing cold and I immediately jump back. "How can you shower in this?" I ask, wrapping my arms around myself.

Alexander turns around. "Have to cool down somehow," he replies.

My eyes drop down. It seems like cold water isn't helping him much.

I regulate the water so it's a bit warmer and it doesn't give me a heart attack and then bring our bodies closer together again, putting my hands on his chest. I trail them down his wet skin and I take him in my hands, pressing a kiss on his chest. He groans, his hand coming to my hip.

"No cat this time," I promise. "She can't come in here."

"She better not if she wants to live," Alexander says seriously, squeezing my hip.

I chuckle. The water falls down on us, soaking me immediately. My hair clings to my back. I drop down to my knees to finish what I've started before and I don't hesitate at all. I wrap my lips around him and take him in as deep as I can. "Holy ... shit. That's so goddamn good," Alexander says, placing one hand on the wall behind me and the other on the back of my head.

I can't look up at him to see the expression on his face because of the water falling down on us and I wish I could because I love watching him receive pleasure from me. I bob my head back and forwards, stopping at the tip to lick and suck which makes the muscles on his stomach tighten along with his hand on my head. "Ah, shit," he says.

His hand suddenly goes under my arm, pulling me up. I release him and give him a confused look, standing up. "What ..."

I can't finish the sentence because his mouth is on me and his hand is at the back of my neck, holding me just where he wants me. He pushes me against the wall and pulls back, swiftly turning me around. He wraps his arms around me, one holding my breast and the other going between my legs. My head falls back on his shoulder and he nibbles at the skin I expose to him.

He pushes a finger inside and I let out a moan, my hands coming to the wall for support. "So ready for me, aren't you?" Alexander says against my neck. "All mine. All fucking mine. Every inch of you, baby."

I can't speak. I can only feel. His finger slips out of me and I pant in protest, but his cock is already there, pressing inside from behind. He enters me fast, making me cry out and arch my back to take more.

His hand, the one that was between my legs before, comes to my ass now, just caressing and squeezing while the other one is still busy with my breast, playing with my nipple and pinching it here and there.

"God," I moan, widening my stance so he has a better access and he can go deeper. Faster. Shit, it feels good.

"Yes, baby. Give it to me. Give me all," Alexander says into my shoulder, his hips moving in a furious pace.

His hand goes back between my legs and soon, that's it for me and I'm crying his name out, my muscles clenching so hard around him that it sends him over the edge, too. "Goddamn, it's always so fucking good with you," Alexander says, his forehead resting on my shoulder. When he slips out of me, he smacks my ass and I yelp.

"Hey!" I say, swiftly turning around.

He just winks at me, suddenly in a much better mood, I see.

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When I'm on the couch, reading a textbook with a marker in my hand later that day after Alexander and I ate lunch together, a bell goes off, making me look up, losing my concentration.

"I'll go," Alexander offers, already standing up from the other side of the couch.

I look back down at the book and briefly hear him open the door. I hear he says something to the person, but I don't hear what and I don't even hear who it is.

I stand up and close the textbook to see who's there, but I hear the door closing and Alexander walking back towards me. "Who was it?" I wonder.

"Wrong door. Wrong area, actually," he mutters, shaking his head.

I look at him weirdly.

The bell goes off again and I look towards the door.

This time, I go and open it and my good mood goes to hell. Lena is standing there, all soaked from the rain outside. I furrow my eyebrows together. "Hi. Please, don't close the door in my face, too. I come in peace and I just want to talk to you both." 

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Little spoiler: Gabrielle should've just slammed the door in her face, too.

Btw, I have a few things on my mind today. Firstly, you're still messaging me about the updates of Aftertaste and whether I'll continue it and Y E S, I promise, updates are every Saturday, but you know ... time zones and stuff exist and I post when I can on SATURDAY. No worries, really, I'm a more organized bit*h this year. I ✨write things down ✨ in my little planner.

Aaaaand, the second thing ... A NEW STORY! On Monday! On Radish! I'll post more details on twitter (@patriciakauthor) and here on wattpad. I'm so so so so SO excited for it. Truly. Been working on it for months now and ... yeahhhh.

Anyways, this is all from me, I know you're tired already lmao bye